And so it begins...

The prison was in uproar and the guards had lost control in minutes and it would take hours for reinforcements to arrive.

In the chaos, no-one saw a shuttle slip away; the pilot grinned as he thought of the chaos he'd left behind; nothing like a bit of mayhem to brighten the day.

But he forgot about it after a few minutes; he had only one goal in mind. But first he had some pain to hand out.


The delegation led by a member of the Shadow Proclamation's High Council boarded the craft, escorted by a few Judoon.

As it left the space station its occupants had no idea of who and what was waiting for them.

About an hour into the journey the craft stopped.

The Councillor pressed her com. "Pilot, why have we stopped?"

"Oh, I thought we could have a nice little chat about what you witches have done with my children and their mother."

The Judoon with her stepped forward but only made it a few paces then they dropped to the floor, revealing a person the Councillor thought they would never see again.

She stood and seemed a picture of calm. "You will not torture the information out of me."

"Oh, I don't need to torture, although that would be fun. I am a Master at getting what I want."

The figure advanced on the Councillor and there was no-one to hear her screams.

The so called pilot set the timer on the explosives and stepped over to his own transport.

"Set the co-ordinates for Sol Three," he ordered and settled into his chair.

He poured himself a drink and took a large swig...this was going to be more difficult than he thought.

Those witches had given his children to the freak and had committed an act of cruelty and had wiped him and his children from his memory...along with any feeling his lover had for him.

"Now that will not do," he said to himself. "I'm coming for you Eresh'ala, you and our children."


The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and scowled at her. "I think your compliance circuits need replacing. When I say I want to go somewhere, I mean I want to go there."

He locked the door and walked out of the wooded area in which he'd landed. He'd landed in this particular park, not because he liked the view but this park was the nearest public place to where the photo had been taken.

He strolled through the park, surreptitiously looking for the children.

The warmth of the sun made his skin prickle and he sat on one of the benches and tilted his head back, enjoying the sun. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift and as he did the memory of the child's voice calling for its mother came to the fore.

Why had he heard that and why did have the desire to answer it. He frowned mentally...were his dreams invading his waking hours?

The sound of children laughing interrupted his thoughts and he looked towards the source of the sound.

A gaggle of children along with their escorts were approaching. He scanned the group, but the children were not amongst them.

The two escorts walked toward his bench and he scooted to the end to allow them to sit down.

"According to what Jenny heard, their mother told him where to go."

"Well, he did want to take them to the States. I didn't like him."

"I heard he has connection with some Institute."

"I reckon he was from another pre-school, trying to poach them. Ashena and Tejhan are really bright."

The Doctor, who had only been half-listening to the conversation suddenly paid intense attention...those names, they weren't names of human origin...they were...they couldn't be.

Deep within his mind, synapses that had been severed sparked into life and began to grow, slowly, but enough to cause a reaction.

Those names weren't just of Gallifreyan origin, they were names used by one particular household...his!

His head whirled at the thought...how could it be...it wasn't possible.

The two women got up and called the children to attention and they started to move off.

The Doctor waited a few seconds and then followed the group...if he followed the group, he would find the school...find the school he would find the children.


Jack drove as fast as he dare; he wasn't afraid of getting a ticket, he was afraid of the Doctor finding the children.

He glanced over at Gwen, who had the same worried expression on her face and then in the mirror at Ianto, who was still trying to digest the hurried explanation that Jack had given him. That would have its own repercussions; but that would have to wait...finding the Doctor before he found his children came first.

He knew deep down that he was probably way too late and he cursed himself for leaving that file out and open.

If the Doctor found his children he would remember; he would remember his relationship with the Master and then he would remember what he and his team had done and what if he reverted to what he had become through the Master's influence...the Earth would be caught in a very bloody crossfire.


"Sir, we are entering the Sol Three system," the pilot's voice came over the com.

The Master smiled, he was nearer his goal.

"Keep going and when you reach Sol Three park her in orbit."

The Master sighed...it was good to be back in this star system; one that could be easily manipulated.

But that wasn't his goal...for now. His goal was to find the Doctor and the children and he knew that wasn't going to be easy task; not with what those witches had done to him and the way they had callously killed his unborn child.

He made a personal vow that he would take the Shadow Proclamation apart, slowly and painfully. First he would get his husband and his children back and then turn his attention to them.

He'd tried several times to contact the Doctor but to no avail...those witches again, another thing to punish them for.

And then there was the freak; he had no doubt that he was complicit in all of this. He would find a way of killing him permanently.

The Doctor was another matter altogether. If he had those memories wiped or at the very least locked away it would mean starting all over again...unless by some good fortune something caused him to remember.

He smiled at the idea of the Doctor rampaging across the planet in full vengeance mode...it would be a glorious sight.

Plus, he missed the sex, especially since it was the Doctor; the Storm to his War Drums.

He felt the ship slow as it approached Earth...soon he would be able to scan for the TARDIS...find the TARDIS...find the Doctor.


The Doctor followed the group until they passed through the gates of a pre-school and he stopped on the other side of the road and leant against a wall.

After an hour parents started to arrive to collect their children and the Doctor watched intently.

The children began to pour out of the school but he couldn't see the children and he thought he'd got the wrong school and he was about to move off when he saw them.

He staggered like he'd been struck by lightning and he clutched his head as intense pain burnt through him.

They weren't just alien children...they were his children and then the pain became too and his world turned dark.