A.N. I really hope I finish this today, I was overburdened with work and I really wanted to continue my one-chapter-a-day streak.

Disclaimed.

"Oh Rassilon, Doctor!" the Master looked at him with a dry look in his eyes, "I can't believe you've come up with a plan! Care to enlighten us?"

The Doctor looked at him proudly, "The Anguian's temperature is declining, which is why it was draining your heat instead of eating you whole,"

"Would I have needed a Doctor?" the Master gazed humorously into the Doctor's eyes.

"Stop it," the Doctor told him sternly.

"Doctor," Lieutenant Taylor walked in, his face serious, "There's been another victim,"


The body of a young girl lay on the sidewalk next to the street. Her skin was icy, making it contrast with her dark hair and eyes.

"She's been dead for about one and a half hours," UNIT's medical examiner said, "And as far as I can tell she died from the cold, the lack of blood in the area shows that she did not bleed to death from her wounds,"

"It's fifty degrees," the Lieutenant commented.

"Yes, so the death was most certainly not natural or terrestrial,"

"Thank you," the Doctor said in a fast manner, swiftly making his was over to the girl's body, "There's the bite marks from where the Anguian bit her," he gestured to her shoulder.

"Doctor," the Lieutenant got his attention, "This is not the first civilian to have died this way, I want this alien dead or captured by the end of tomorrow, tops," with that he walked away.

Amy walked up beside him, "Doctor, it wouldn't have been the fastest you've had to stop an alien invasion, you can do it,"

"I think you can too," Rory said, purposely stepping in between the Doctor and his fiancé.

"You there," the Doctor pointed to a female agent, "What's your name?"

"Sergeant Doyle, sir," she responded.

"Sergeant, don't call me sir," he answered her, "Did your communicator connect to Doctor Jones'?" he questioned.

"Yes," she said, biting her lip to keep from calling him sir, "All communicators have the capability to talk to one another,"

"Thanks," he said, taking her communicator without her permission, before scanning it with his sonic screwdriver, "Hello, Martha Jones!" he shouted into the speaker.

"Doctor?" Martha's voice answered.

"What's going on over there?" the Doctor asked her.

Martha paused a minute before replying, "Things aren't so good, all of the personnel that was sent over here are dead, and the alien has not shown up yet," there was some static, "It must still be on its hunt,"

"But," Rory stepped up, awkwardly looking at the Doctor, "We've found his victim, why isn't he there?"

"Good job Rory!" the Doctor praised while ruffling Rory's hair, "Yes, where is she?"

"She?" the Sergeant echoed before writing it down on a notepad.

"Martha," the Doctor said, voice strangely serious, "You need to get out of there,"

"Doctor, I've got a job to do," Martha protested.

"And the job will never get done if you are dead, get yourself back here!" the Doctor yelled at her.

She paused, "Tell them I'm coming back," the line went dead.

"Let's go meet her," Amy pulled on her boys hands nervously.


"If only I could talk to the Anguian," the Doctor said, pacing the room.

Rory opened his mouth.

"He speaks alien," Amy whispered.

"I do not speak alien," the Doctor stopped, caught up in the moment of correcting his companion, "The TARDIS..."

"...translates any language," Martha walked into the room.

"Martha!" the Doctor gave her a hug.

"I just saw you," Martha stated.

"And you almost died in the meantime,"

"What's happened while I've been gone?" Martha asked, putting her gear on an open tabletop.

"Well," the Doctor said, "The Master's woken up,"

"I think she meant about the Anguian," Amy interrupted.

"What?" Martha whispered, shocked, "Where is he?" she was already opening the door.

"I'll come with you," the Doctor leapt into action.

Amy stood up, shocked.

"That's what it feels like," Rory exclaimed while pulling her along.


"Oh, Martha Jones," the Master stated, watching as she entered the room.

"I ran ahead of the others," Martha walked up to him, "I want to know how you got on this planet, how you survived, and give me several reasons to trust you,"

"You want to trust me?" the Master laughed.

"It's going to be necessary for this.

"Okay then," the Master wasted time, "I always have a backup plan to survive,"

"I know that," Martha was starting to get annoyed, "But from what I've heard, you were locked on another planet?"

"Girl," the Master addressed, "I have no idea why I'm on this planet, that's also a reason to why you should trust me, I have no plans or anything to take it over,"

"What else?" her eyes narrowed slightly.

"New regeneration?" the Master did his best to shrug, "I try not to think of how I've changed,"

Her eyebrows raised.

The Master tried to think of other reasons he could have her trust, "I could swear that I'll not do this planet harm," he finally said, exasperated.

"Do it then," Martha grinned, finally beginning to trust him.

"I swear on both my hearts and the rest of my regeneration energy, I will do your planet or others no harm while the Doctor is with me,"

"Brilliant!" the Doctor opened the door from where he'd been eavesdropping, "I haven't said that word in a while," he thought about his previous incarnation, "Anyways, then, to prolong that promise, you're sticking with me,"

The Master's eyebrows shot up at that, knowing that it was entailing that he would be traveling with the Doctor, "I could do that like glue," he said, instead of revealing he wavering emotions.

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at the suspicious behavior, but removed his handcuffs anyway, "We've got an alien to catch,"

A.N. Almost ran out of time!

Review!

I hope the Master's personality isn't too weird, I've always had trouble coming up with new personalities on my own.

Next chapter we should find out about the Anguian!