Two

The moon gleamed fitfully through the light fingers of cloud that skidded across its face, sending sparkling highlights over the lush green of the mountains.

A new noise now appeared above the shushing of the wind. That was a single, high rasping, grinding noise which rose and fell in pitch, until finally there was a thump and the TARDIS appeared from nowhere on the mountainside. It stood incongruous against the gorse bushes.

With a rattle, the latch became undone and the Doctor stepped into the cold night air his coat billowing in the wind. Donna followed him, brashly, nearly tripping over down the hill.

The Doctor took one long breath and spread his arms out wide. 'Come on, Donna. Get a good lungful of that fresh air.'

"Where are we?" She enquired brightly looking around. 'Some foreign planet- ooh are these the famous Galvine hills you told me about?'

The Doctor frowned. 'The Brecon Beacons…'

"Well that's not very exciting is it?" Donna snapped. 'I mean- some dingy hole in Wales…'

"The nerve centre for the universe actually." The Doctor said, looking to the clouds with a small smile. 'Quite lovely really.'

"You what?"

"Brecon is where souls on earth commute between places," he explained. 'Ghosts, and souls disappear at this point. People step over to the other side- when 'Ghosts' are exorcised they come here- the nerve point was what trouble called it'

Donna looked at her nails. 'Can we just go now? I'm freezing.'

"Good fresh air."

"I'm cold."

A noise made both jump, a long scream, drawn out and plaintively. As they turned, Donna could make out over the next headland, a small village it seemed from its lights and its little smoke area.

"So- might be a pub- somewhere to socialise." The Doctor smiled. 'And find out why the trouble is coming here…'

"What Trouble?" Donna asked, although the Doctor continued to smile. 'Doctor why are you so happy?'

"Don't you see Donna?" The Doctor laughed as he walked. 'For Years now, I've sensed the presence of a Time Lord. I always thought of The Master…'

"Who?"

"Another one of me. After the time war… well, even he vanished for a bit, and I was born from the battle. I lost my wife and children…'

"You had children?"

"And grandchildren. A little girl… her name was Susan," The Doctor laughed, darkly. 'She was one of the first to be attacked by the Daleks… we never recovered her body. My family has never been sure if she survived in alternate universe, or if the Dalek's claimed her.'

"Dalek's?"

"Not a creature to be messed with." The Doctor sat down on a rock. 'All lost to the war… even the one who didn't fight.'

"What do you mean?"

"I had one daughter." The Doctor looked to the heavens… whether for forgiveness or not, Donna wasn't sure. 'I can see her now, not much of a thing, always up to no good. Ran from the untempered schism and we knew... she was destined to become like me, a wanderer. She used to drive the wife barmy by going out for days, skipping classes and she'd venture for hours on Gallifrey. Then I'd be called home by my council every now and then and she'd rush to me. I hadn't been home for years in your time yet she'd sense me… all Gallifreyan women have telekinesis and telepathy … she was my little girl My sons and wife loved her though, for her hearts were so strong and she had conviction and belief... something which seemed to be dying from Gallifrey at its later hours.' His fingers twitched, as he reached out slightly as if stroking a small child's face. Donna could envision the child before them now. His eyes and nose. 'Then she started to dream…'

"Dream? What's the harm in dreaming?"

"The harm in dreaming is when you begin to dream things you shouldn't. Dreams about war, dreams about anger. She was thrown out of the academy for dreaming and she scared our people with what she could see.' The Doctor sighed heavily. "My daughter dreamt of the future… and in Gallifrey it meant it was the future… if a child could dream it, it would come to pass… so my wife and I took her to Zendo a peaceful planet. She would survive the wars, which she was too young to fight in. But she wasn't even given any title like The Master or me, she was just Trouble."

"Kind of you… abandoning your child," he gave her a look. "Hey I'm just going to say what she'll say."

"I went back to get her after the war." The Doctor closed his eyes tightly together. ''I was told Donna she had died. Been climbing and had fallen down a ravine. She did not enough regenerative globules in her body to save her… and I've hated myself every time. If I'd just… I don't know…''

"You thought you were protecting her,"

"I killed her." The Doctor sighed, standing up. 'Come on, lets go.'

In the Glanyrafan pub, Branwen Jones quietly washed her mug down, as she turned to look outside. The darkness was filled with strange noises, and she glanced around. . She tried to ignore the stares she got from the customers. Of late, the pub was always full at night. It hid the locals, and they hid from the darkness.

Upstairs she could hear the teenagers arguing uproariously about something or other. There was no point in trying to soothe them anymore. They had given up just like the adults very early on in the game. She watched as a group of people surrounded the newcomer girl in the corner although they looked at her in awe. She winked at the children who giggled.

The newcomer had sliced open her hip on entry into the village on her battered motorbike, carrying Branwen's own daughter Gonch, whom it looked as if the end was nigh for her. Branwen had watched as the girl collapsed, begging to know where The Doctor was before slipping into sleep. The rest bite was brief before she awoke once more, and asked for some food.

"There's no sign," The girl suddenly whispered, before closing her eyes and smiling softly. 'Thank you TARDIS... now come find me old man!'

Meanwhile, high in Brecon The Doctor and Donna walked down the slow and steady path.

"It's a very nice place," Donna admitted, as she gazed around. 'Bloody cold but nice all the same…'

"Cold?" The Doctor looked around the mountains, before his eyes beheld a sight and he winced knowingly. 'Donna stay here.'

Slowly he walked down the hill to where he could see a broken tent. He walked along the small area, his eyes narrowed before he touched a wet substance with his hand. He recognised the stickiness and the colourisation all too well.

"Blood." He whispered to himself. 'Donna stay back!'

However, Donna was already walking down, her eyes wide as she stared at the large blood stain on the ground. Tears trickled down her cheeks, as she registered where the person had struggled, as they were dragged backwards.

"We need to find out, who this is," Donna said slowly. Looking around the surrounding area she felt a trickle of fear spin up her spine. 'Friends, family… you know?'

"Yeah," The Doctor replied. 'You go a bit ahead of me, I'll be here.' Donna paused a moment, before walking off. He waited for a moment, before speaking once more. 'I'll find out about you my friend… and I'll make sure you're avenged.'

In a small laboratory, a sinister laugh rang out as the person watched The Doctor wipe away the blood.

"Oh yes my friend… I await your entrance into my world with bated breath!" he cackled, before turning as he watched a blue light flash on his screen. 'Ah my little UNIT friend… you won't find me yet… I need my revenge first…'