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Disclaimed.

"How are you going to move him," Rory said, gesturing to the Master's still-unconscious body.

Martha and a few other agents looked over and frowned. Martha looked up towards them and replied, "Not sure yet, we don't know how long he'll be knocked out,"

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and ran a few tests over the Master's body. Frowning at the results of it, he responded, "He should remain out of it for most likely a long time, most likely," he made sure every agent near him got that last remark.

With that, the Master was loaded onto a stretcher and strapped in. They all then piled into one of UNIT's awaiting vans which took off almost immediately.

"So Doctor," Amy asked, leaning towards him, "Who's the Master?"

The Doctor barely looked up from the stretcher and the readings of his screwdriver, "An old friend,"

"Doctor," Martha cocked her eyebrow at him, "You aren't seriously going to be giving these mysterious responses like you did to Jack and I, are you?"

"Yeah," Rory stared at the Doctor intently, "Who is he?"

The Doctor finally stopped and looked up at all his companions, a mix of pride and regret in his eyes, "He's a Time Lord like me, except that he became insane,"

"That's it?" Rory's eyebrows drew together at the Doctor's suspicious behavior.

"He tried to take over the Earth," Martha stated, avoiding the Doctor's gaze, "Most recently it was as the old prime minister Harold Saxon, but as I've learnt from UNIT, he's done it many other times,"

Amy and Rory stared at the unconscious body, wondering how the Doctor could care so much about a person who tried to subjugate his beloved planet.

The silence that took over the van was deafening, even though there was no real noise.

Quietly, Martha pulled out her communicator and turned it on, "Agent Ida," she broke the silence, "Where are you? How are things going?"

All the response she got was a bunch of static, a few shuffles there, but nothing of real importance.

"Agent Ida," Martha repeated, "You need to respond," her face was serious, there was still no reply.

Then, they heard it, the gunshots and a chorus of screams. It then all fell silent and the only sound that could be heard was a very familiar hiss.

"The snake," Martha cursed, she then began to strap on her equipment and stood up, banging on the wall by the driver's seat.

"Where are you going?" Rory stood up, worry evident in his eyes.

Martha gave a small smile before saying, "I've got a job to do, whether it's taking the bodies of the dead, treating the wounded, or defeating a mutant snake I have to do it,"

"Do you have any images of the snake?" the Doctor asked, hands on his chin.

"A rough sketch," Martha dug through her backpack before handing the Doctor an image.

The Doctor's eyes widened as he scanned the papers, taking in all the little details on it, "50 feet you say?" his voice cracked slightly.

"What is it, Doctor?" Amy leaned in to get a good view of the paper.

The picture of the snake showed how massive it could be, the snake stretched across the entire page, curling slightly to fit in its massive size. It's mouth was opened and showed off eight, deadly looking fangs. Even in the drawing, you could see that the scales held the unmistakable shine of steel. It's eyes seemingly glowed and the back of its head and tail had fatal spikes.

The Doctor cleared his throat before continuing, "This 'snake' of yours is actually an Anguian, from the planet Anguis. The planet is famed for every single creature being coated in an exoskeleton of steel. But 50 feet? They only are supposed to grow to 24, max. That means that this Anguian is either not an Anguian, or their leader,"

"Can I guess that being their leader is more likely?" Rory questioned.

The van slowed to a halt and Martha made her way to the back of the van, "Well, Doctor," she turned to face him, "I'm off,"

"Oh, Martha, Martha, Martha," the Doctor stood up to hug her, breathing in her scent, "You better come back," he told her.

"I don't have any intentions of dying," Martha reassured him.

She then jumped out of the van, and they drove away.

"You're worried about her," Amy looked him in the eyes, "Why didn't you try to stop her?"

The Doctor looked at her, "She would've gone no matter what I'd done, it's her duty as an agent of UNIT,"

"Why did the snak- Anguian attack?" Rory thought aloud, looking at nothing.

"Ooo," the Doctor looked at him, "Someone asking the right questions,"

"Maybe they tried to shoot it," Amy mentioned.

"They would've gone subtler," the Doctor shot it down.

"Okay..." Amy thought, "It got in its space?"

"You mean it's getting territorial," Rory asked.

Amy nodded.

"But why would it get territorial," the Doctor wondered, "I want to find out,"

"Doctor," Rory interrupted, "Don't you thing we should do something about him," he gestured to the Master.

The Doctor sat down guiltily, it was clear he forgot.

"Oh, stick that lip back in," Amy teased.

They all laughed, but it was interrupted by a groan. They all looked down at the Master, who's eyes were fluttering and arms flexing against the restraints, it was clear he was waking up.

"You said he wouldn't wake a for a while," Rory gave a brief glare.

"Well," the Doctor said, "Every regeneration is different in one Time Lord, the second would obviously be different.

The Master's eye fully opened and he took in his surroundings he zeroed in on the Doctor and glared, his hands were sparking with energy.

"I would've thought that would go with your last regeneration," the Doctor said, no sense of nervousness.

The Master then groaned again and threw up on Rory's shoes.

"Oh," the Doctor's eyebrows furrowed.

"Ew," Rory whispered.

A.N. Slightly shorter, but oh well.

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