Authors Notes:I hope you like this story

Jack and Ianto stepped out of the SUV and Jack eyed the run down house warily.

"Are you sure?" he said, turning to stare at the group of kids that were starting to gather around the vehicle.

Ianto smiled and approached the kids. "Watch the car for us and there's a hundred quid each if it's still here when we get back."

The kids grinned and sat round and on the SUV.

"That's a grand and they still might steal it," Jack said as they walked up to the door.

Ianto shook his head. "They're basically good kids. Nobody's going to touch it," he said as he knocked on the door


The sound of several locks being opened preceded the actual door opening a few inches to reveal someone not much older than the kids outside.

"Hi, can you tell Xeno that Jones is here."

Jack looked at Ianto. "Xeno?"

"That's his hacker signature. I don't know his real name, just like he only knows me as Jones. But he and his mates are the best hackers outside of official channels. If anyone can hack into the CIA system, it's them."

The door was opened and Jack and Ianto stepped in.

Jack was expecting a scruffily dressed teenager but what he got was someone in his mid-thirties, who was eyeing him suspiciously.

"Who's this?" he asked, looking Jack up and down.

"He's my boss, he's okay."

Xeno nodded. "Come on through," he said and disappeared back in the room he'd come from.

Jack hesitated.

"Trust him Jack," Ianto said.

The room was full of very expensive equipment and there was enough criminal activity to have the occupants of the room locked away and never see the light of day.

"So, you want to hack into the CIA, that'll cost you."

"I have a very deep pocket," Jack said.

Xeno nodded. "Alright, who or what are you looking for?"

Jack could only sit and watch as half a dozen people began the process of hacking into the one of the most protected systems outside of Torchwood.

"If he's in their system, they'll find him," Ianto said


The executive that had been running the Saxon Corporation since the founder had been declared dead and in the hands of the Official Receiver's stood on the runway.

He had no idea who the mysterious buyer was that had brought the Corporation. Whoever it was must have been as, id not as rich and powerful as Harold Saxon himself.

The scandal that he was having an affair with a mysterious lover, who might have been a man, had enticed him into what the police and the papers, now thought was some kind of suicide pact, had caused the shares in the Corporation to plummet.

So, the Board of Directors in order to save the company had Harry Saxon declared insane (posthumously of course) and produced medical records to prove it.

The private jet came to a halt and the door was opened and when the person stepped out, the executives jaw dropped to the floor.

It couldn't be! It was Harold Saxon and he didn't look too pleased.

He strode over to the executive and grabbed hold of the man's collar. "So, which one of you traitorous weaklings had me declared insane and dead?"


Jack was getting a headache from watching all the screens. He was about to turn away when of the hackers spoke.

"Whoa, look at this!"

All eyes turned to the big screen and Jack was hoping it was the location of the Doctor.

What he got was a press conference and the excited noise of journalists onto a huge story.

What happened next rocked Jack's world as a very familiar and unwelcome face appeared on the screen.

He heard Ianto's breath catch.

"That's Harry Saxon," Xeno said. "I knew he wasn't dead."

"That's not Harry Saxon, that's someone far more dangerous," Ianto said and looked at Jack.

Jack had gone pale, but his eyes were glinting with cold steel.

"How can it be," Jack whispered. "They burnt him, how can the Master be alive?"


"I'd just like to say and I quote the words. My death has been greatly exaggerated," Harold Saxon was saying.

Dozens of journalist clamoured to get the first word in.

"Where have you been for the last six months and is there any truth in the rumours that you were having relationship with another man at the time?"

Harold Saxon smiled. "Yes, I am in a relationship with another man, someone whom I love very much. But six months ago myself and my partner whose name is John were kidnapped and forcefully separated. Unbeknownst to the authorities or the board of directors, there were secret negotiations between the kidnappers and a third party for our release. However, the kidnappers took the money and ran with my partner and he is still missing, although I myself of course am free."

Harold Saxon looked straight at the cameras then and said in a voice that oozed emotion.

"If you're able to see or hear this John, I, we will find you. You need to be strong and know that I love you and we will see each other again."

The press room erupted as Harold Saxon left the room.

Once he was away from the press, he dropped his civil manner and snarled at the man who was waiting for him.

"Find him, use all the resources you need. I want him back."

Once the man had left, the Master sat down heavily on the sofa. He felt so tired; being dead did that to you.

He closed his eyes and tried to quieten the drums that were pounding out their constant rhythm. He needed the one thing that could drown out the drums, if only for a little while...he needed the Oncoming Storm...the Doctor, his Doctor.

He wondered if there was anything left of their bond, it was probably useless but it was worth one try.

He evened out his breathing and cast his mind out into the psychic realm...he was right, there was no...

His eyes opened in surprise and he forgot to breathe for a few seconds. A miracle had just occurred...it was faint, barely there, but it was there.

He smiled, the bond was still active.

"Doctor...Si'arila," he breathed.

He wasn't expecting an answer, the bond was too weak for that, or so he thought. So when a soft "Inari" filled his mind he began to laugh.


The doctors had decided that putting a television in the patient's room might pacify and distract him.

The orderlies didn't care what channel it was on, so they had left on a twenty-four hour news channel.

The patient really wasn't interested in what the stupid little apes were doing; they could all go to whatever hell they believed in.

He couldn't reach the television, so he couldn't rip it off the walls and he had nothing to throw at it.

He tried to close his ears to the constant blah-blah-blah that was the human language.

That was until he heard a voice that he thought he would never hear again.

He stared at the screen, it was impossible...he was murdered in front of him.

But there he was, alive and looking as handsome as ever.

When he heard the words. "I love you and I will find you," his hearts began to fly.

"Master."

He closed his eyes and cast his mind outwards and when he felt it he let out a small gasp.

His hearts began racing and he let out a breathy, "Inari."

The bond was too weak to do anything else and so was he. The drugs they kept filling him with dulled his senses.

But it was enough for him to know that he was alive and looking for him.

He began to laugh and his insane laughter echoed down the halls of the empty hospital.


Authors Note:

Translation

Si'arila/Inari- Beloved