Title: Shattered Pt. 3
Written for: masterficathon
Author's Note: Once again I have channeled the dark side in this fic, so yeah...be aware of evilness. This is for all intents and purposes an AU of what took place during the "Year That Never Was". Right now I think that there is still too much left of this story to end it in Pt. 4, so it will probably be a 5 part series. But please read and let me know what you think. All comments are welcome and accepted.

Part 3:

"Get up," the Master ordered the pinstripe clad figure before him. The Doctor merely raised his head from his knees and stared defiantly at him. "I said," the Master leaned down to the level of the man sitting on the floor, "GET UP!" And with that he grabbed his lapels and hauled the other Time Lord to his feet.

Jack lay dead in the corner of the room. A laser wound in his chest. The TARDIS, carefully attuned to her Master's needs and wants, had already sent the chains snaking down around his wrists and ankles, effectively keeping him away from the confrontation before him.

"How does it feel, Doctor," the Master questioned with a sneer, "to know that she's mine now; that you'll never get the chance to touch her, to taste her, to bed her. Tell me, how does it feel?"

The Doctor was careful to show no outward signs of distress. Instead, he stared calmly into the Master's eyes and spoke softly, "She's not yours. She'll never be yours. You may be able to control her mind, her body…but you can't control her heart. She doesn't love you."

"Love?" the Master let out a brief hysterical laugh, "What's love got to do with it." Then he cocked his head to one side thoughtfully, "Oh, I know…I'll be Ike and you be Tina." A fist landed hard in the Doctor's gut and he doubled over in pain as the Master released his hold.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Jack cried from the corner, straining against his chains.

"Ooh, back from the dead are we?" the Master said, bouncing towards him happily. "Goody, now how would you like to die this time?"

"Master," the Doctor said, rising slowly to his feet, "Leave him alone, it's me you want. So come on…Have at it."

The Master raised his laser screwdriver and pointed it directly at the other Time Lord.

"Kneel," he ordered.

The Doctor stood silent and defiant before him.

"I said KNEEL!" He yelled and followed with a laser blast that hit the Doctor's right leg.

He crumpled to his knees.

"Good boy," the Master said approvingly as he approached him.

"You hurt her," the Doctor ground out through clenched teeth.

A brief pout covered the Master's face, "Oh, poor Rose." Then he smiled menacingly, "Of course I hurt her…And she loved it." He was standing before him now, his hand curled cruelly around the Doctor's throat. "Would you like to hear how she cried out my name as she came beneath me? No. Perhaps you'd like to hear how tight she was as I slid inside her. I know. Maybe you'd like to hear what I have planned for her tonight."

"You…evil…bastard," Jack spat out in horror.

The Master swung around to face him, "Oh, don't tell me you haven't thought about it, Captain. I've been inside Miss Tyler's mind. I know how you made the Doctor's acquaintance all those years ago. You'd jump at the chance to bed Rose Tyler…Doctor or not."

"And you," the Master said as he swung back around to look the Doctor in the eyes again, "you…sanctimonious hypocrite." His hand curled a bit tighter around the Doctor's throat and he tangled the fingers of his other hand in the Doctor's hair, forcing his head back. "I wonder just who it is that you're more jealous of." His grin grew wider as he looked down at the kneeling man before him, "Is it really Rose that you're lusting after…or is it me."

With a groan of frustration the Doctor wrenched himself away from the Master and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before the Doctor could get to his feet however, the Master was up again, a wild, drum-crazed look in his eyes. He twisted the setting on his screwdriver, pointed and fired. And the Doctor saw nothing but blackness.

The Master wandered around the TARDIS for a bit afterwards, trying to calm the drums and plan his next move. He made his way to his fully stocked bar and fixed himself a very strong drink, then issued specific instructions to his TARDIS regarding the prisoners care and maintenance, before making his way back to the bedroom.

When the Master opened the door he found her sleeping peacefully, blond hair fanned around her on the pillow. He made his way to the bed and sat down, careful not to wake her. Then he raised his hands once again to touch the sides of her face. His mind made contact. He encountered no resistance, no walls to climb or gates to pass through, but there was something else. A presence…he could sense something different within the depths of her mind.

And then he felt him…He was here. The Doctor. It seemed that Rose's brief encounter with the Doctor down in the dungeon had left a lasting impression on her, had stirred something within her. Not precisely a memory, but thoughts, imaginings…longings. And now he would destroy them. The drums seemed to urge him on as he worked and like broken bits of pottery her thoughts shattered against his onslaught. As he ravaged her mind he felt her move and shift beneath him. She began to struggle and cry out as a flash of red shot through his vision…Pain. He was causing her pain. Instinctively he pulled back on the link, breaking the connection with her thoughts.

She whimpered a bit and began shake feverishly as he leaned back and stared down into her starkly pale face. He took in her shivering form, her sweat-dampened hair, and her tightly closed eyes. What had he done? How much had he destroyed? He wasn't sure. But he was certain that another trip into her tortured mind right now would not be a good idea. He didn't want Rose incapacitated in any way, he wanted her warm and pliable and ready to use against the Doctor. He reached out and brushed a wet, blond strand back from her face then buried his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry," he murmured…and could hardly believe he'd said it. When was the last time he'd uttered those words. Lucy? No, he'd never said that to Lucy. His thoughts tumbled back through the vortex of time and when he lighted upon his answer he let out an ironic chuckle. The Doctor. He shook his head sadly and rose from the bed to strip off his suit.

Rose's eyes fluttered open briefly as the Master slid into bed beside her and pulled her into his embrace. He began to murmur soothing sounds into her ear in an attempt to quiet her fears, ease her thoughts, and somehow mend his broken Rose.

"Doctor…Wake Up…Doctor," Jack's voice was growing ever more frantic as he continued to receive no response. He had bandaged his friend's leg with a strip from his own torn shirt. The wound hadn't seemed too bad, but it had been bleeding profusely. Jack had been checking the Doctor's heartbeats and breathing every few minutes for the last few hours and everything seemed normal…the Doctor was simply unconscious. Jack knew the Doctor couldn't actually die, but call him sentimental, he happened to like this new regeneration, tall, thin, and cheeky as hell. And he wanted a bit more time to get to know him before he became a whole new person.

And so he sat by the Doctor's side, watching and waiting for some change in him, some glimmer of life that would mean that everything would be ok, that together they would find a way to get through this. He glanced toward the corner where the chains that had bound him lay forgotten on the floor. They had dropped away the moment the Master had exited the chamber, allowing Jack to scramble towards the fallen Doctor. He wondered just how connected the TARDIS was to the Master's thoughts. Was she her own being…capable of compassion, or was she simply obeying orders issued to her by her Time Lord? Jack didn't know enough about Gallifrey and the mysterious TARDIS machines to answer his question, but he imagined that the Doctor could.

He did know that they had to escape…and soon. And they had to take Rose with them. And how they were going to pull that off he had absolutely no idea.

"Help us," Jack mumbled to the room at large. "I don't know if you can hear me, or understand me. And maybe I'm just going a little crazy locked up down here, but we really could use your help. So if you can feel…or think for yourself…or even just open doors…Yeah, well, you get the point," he finished lamely.

"Who're you talking to?"

Jack's head swiveled around to face the Doctor, who was now sitting up and giving him a very odd look.

"I…I…," Jack stuttered, "You're awake," he at last managed.

"Quite right," the Doctor answered calmly. "Just a little cranial infarction, nothing to worry about," he said, waiving his hand dismissively as if he hadn't just been laying on the floor unconscious for Rassilon knew how long. "Now, who were you talking to?"

Jack looked at him sheepishly, "Um…the TARDIS."

The Doctor's eyes widened, "The TARDIS, the Master's TARDIS?"

Jack looked slightly affronted, "No, your TARDIS that's a billion miles away and in a parallel universe. Yes, the Master's TARDIS."

"Did she talk to you?" the Doctor asked quite unexpectedly.

Jack shook his head hopelessly, "What?" he said in exasperation.

"Did…she…talk…to…you?" the Doctor asked again as if he were talking to a very small child.

"I don't believe this. I've just spent hours with you lying bleeding and unconscious on the floor and now you're sitting there making fun of me."

"Jack," the Doctor gave him a serious look and softened his voice a bit, "I'm not making fun of you. Did she talk to you?" he asked one final time.

Jack shook his head again, "No, I don't think so…Can she?"

"Yes, of course. Well, sort of. Well, not really, not to humans. But you're not technically a…well, and I thought maybe…but never mind. Really, doesn't matter."

Jack stared at him for a moment. "Um…ok. Can she talk to you?" he tried again.

"Yes, of course. Well, sort of…"

"DOCTOR!," Jack yelled in frustration.

A slight movement of his leg reminded the Doctor that he had been injured earlier in his confrontation with the Master. He looked down at the bloodied bandage and then back up at Jack. "Did you do this?" he asked him, pointing to the bandage tied around his calf.

"Yeah, I did."

"But weren't you chained up in the corner?"

"Yeah, I was."

"But you're not now," the Doctor stated obviously.

"No, I'm not," Jack agreed.

"Why?"

"Because she let me go," Jack said, giving voice to the conclusion he had reached.

With that a knowing look passed between the two men and with it the beginning of a plan…and just perhaps a small glimmer of hope.