A.N. I was looking through random stories and this idea struck me. I like DoctorWhump!, but there is absolutely no dirt on the Master! People take the Doctor to experiment him. But what about when they took the Master?

Don't kill me, but I'm not allowed to watch Torchwood, nothing about it, so I'll only have Jack, since I only saw a little of Ianto and Gwen.

And yes, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my other story.

Sorry?

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, even though how much I love the Master! (don't judge me)

The Master was walking along the cold road, stupid Doctor, stupid Timelords, stupid DRUMS! He could here them echoing throughout his mind in the beat he's come to know so well. One two three four. One two three four. The never stopping, never faulting drums.

He kicked a piece of litter out of spite and it hit a cat. He was sitting in a back alley. It was dark and cold, to everyone but the Timelord.

Cars sped past him, some stopping, some kept going. Not like he cared, he was a Timelord! Why would he care?

He should've.

The cars that stopped had men that filed out. And faster than even he could react, a cloth covered his face and he fell into an eerie unconsciousness.

The Doctor had a feeling, he knew something was wrong. And no, Donna wasn't snapping in his ear.

"Well, spaceman?" Donna yelled, "What's the matter with you?"

Spoke too soon.

The Doctor uncharacteristically remained silent, and pulled a lever on the TARDIS, then left his girl to do the rest.

Donna could barely hang on from the shaking, "Where are we going?"

"I don't know!" the Doctor had glee written on his face. A mask that covered what internally he knew. The Master, he sensed a Timelord in the area. But the sense was growing dim. Like he was dying or...someone purposely cut off signal.

There was a banging on the door. "Doctor? It's me...Martha!"

As fast as light the Doctor sped to the door, there stood Martha and Jack. Jack stood up straight and said, "How's it going, Doc," and he kissed Donna's hand. Martha...she was hunched over from running all the way to the TARDIS. When she said she could hear the TARDIS from a mile away, she wasn't kidding.

"So," she gasped, "What brings you here?"

"Oh the usual..." he was silent.

"You don't know, do you Doc?" Jack asked.

"No, I don't, and don't call me Doc!"

"Spaceman!" Donna whined, "What's going on, what are you not telling us?"

"Well, it'll be best in the TARDIS, don't want any accidental eavesdroppers, do we?"

They all settled into one of the more deeper rooms of the TARDIS, why exactly? Because they could.

"I was tracked a being on the console earlier today..." the Doctor was interrupted.

"I knew you were doing something!" Donna looked victorious.

"...And please don't freak out, but...I believe that it was the Master!"

"What!"

"I thought I said not to freak out!"

"Sorry," Martha and Jack looked sheepish at the Doctor, but there was an angry glint in their eyes. Fire against ice.

"Anyway, my connection to him" weird looks, " seemed to be fading, so I put in a scan for something that is unusual."

"Extra-terrestrial?" Martha asked.

The Doctor nodded.

"Well, then," Jack stood up, trying to shake off his obvious discomfort, "We'll just have to wait before slimy Saxon shows his face."

"The Master was Harold Saxon," Donna questioned, "The one I voted for? Doctor why didn't you tell me!"

"We all were going to vote for him, so," Martha shrugged, "You're not that bad."

The TARDIS's bells rang like crazy.

"She's found something!" the Doctor leapt out of the room.

"She?" the companions looked amused.

They met up in the console room and the Doctor stared at the screen intently.

"Well, then," Martha tried to shake the amusement out of her voice, "What is it?"

"I got two signals, but one seemed to have happened months ago, the other was just sent in."

"That made no sense," Jack said, "But continue."

"Well," Donna looked at the screen, "That's interesting."

"You understand it!"

"No, I don't, you dolt!" she smacked the Doctor over the head, "Tell us what it says!"

"The older one seems to be a burst of time energy. Which could only be formed by A. a hole in the fabric of reality, B. a certain boy's vortex manipulator, or C. a Timelord regeneration."

"So did he change his face," Martha whined, that complicated everything! And no offense or anything, she didn't really want to help him after what the Master had done to herself and her family.

"Hopefully, the other two would be bad,"

"How's using my vortex manipulator bad?" Jack complained.

"The second one," The Doctor completely ignored him, "Seems to be a message, hold on let me get the speakers going,"

They wished it was something else, anything, else really.

"Doc-tor. We have acqu-ired your friend. Exterminate! Exterminate!"

Martha gulped, now she really didn't want to join the Saxon Search.

A.N. Please review and tell me what you think!