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Chapter 8- Cassie POV

I heard Emily scream. I shouldn't have screamed. I should have told them what was happening. It was so dark. I could still hear the Doctor calling Emily's and my names. The gag in my mouth was painfully tight. My hands were bound and I was under something. I squirmed, trying to stand. I thrashed around, trying to make as much noise as possible. I lifted my legs and slammed them on the ground. A loud thud rang across the TARDIS. "CASSIE! EMILY!" I heard the Doctor scream. The panic in his voice was tangible. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" he yelled again. I slammed my legs into the ground. I heard a shriek come from the direction Emily had been dragged off in. I heard an evil chuckle from behind me. I threw up my legs in a final desperate attempt to get the Doctor's attention. I head his footsteps start then grow quieter. As if he was walking away. No.

Nonono! I begged silently in my head. Please, Doctor, turn around. Please. I flung my legs down one last time, a tear slipping out of my eye. "Oh, now we can't have any of this," a voice said behind me. The Master turned me around so I was lying sideways on the ground, facing him. I wriggled to try and get away from him. He kicked sharply, hitting my gut, effectively knocking the wind out of me. I gasped for air as he pulled me away by my hair. I screamed into my gag because of the pain. Then, my face was stinging and my ears ringing. He released my hair, leaning in close to my face. "Might want to stop that, eh?" the Master said, spitting on me. I glared at him. "Why don't we go check on your darling sister?" the Master said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. He grabbed my hair again and used it as a leash. I didn't dare scream again.

"WHAT. THE. HELL." the Master growled, strapped into a chair. I smirked at him. Remembering how genius the Doctors plan had been. He had heard me and the Masters chuckle. He had then heard Emily's cry and a plan had popped into his head. He ran over to Emily and freed her. They prepared for the Master, knowing he would come to get Emily. I wasn't exactly sure how it had worked but I was grateful anyways. Not the Master was strapped and chained into a heavy metal chair that was welded to the ground. There were security cameras in each corner and the whole room shone brightly. I wasn't even sure how we had gotten into the room. "Emily, Cassie, I need you guys to go outside," the Doctor said, motioning to a heavily bolted door. We walked out and stared through the one way glass. "This is a regular interrogation room," I muttered to Emily. She looked at me, and I turned and shut up, as we listened to the Doctor questioning the Master.

I could still feel Emily shaking as the Doctor talked. "How'd you get back into my TARDIS?" He asked, walking around the room, anxiously. The Master just smirked, staying silent. I could tell the Doctor was getting angry. "I'll ask again. Just one more time," he said, obliviously attempting at hiding the anger in his voice to sound emotionless. The Master could tell and a light chuckle sounded from the back of his throat, that came out as more of a demented growl laugh combination. The Doctor sighed, and glanced towards the glass quickly, knowing we were behind it. Just as quick as he had turned to looks at us, he looked away.

"They're behind that wall, aren't they?" The Master said, breaking the silence he had upheld for over an hour. The Doctor growled, about to snap on him. "No," he said, the lie painfully sticking to the back of his throat. It was obvious to the Master. Just as obvious as it was to me, and that was what worried me. I looked at Emily, who was oblivious to the Doctor's very obvious lie. Maybe I had gotten that from my diseased uncle… The thought sickened me.

"Oh realllllyyyyy?" the Master said, stretching out the words. The Doctor's jaw tightened. He slammed his fist on the table before spinning and stalking out the door. The Doctor slammed the door closed and began to walk off. He stopped, and glanced at us before walking away. Emily walked after him. I stayed. Staring at the Masters smirking face, rage and hate and pain boiled inside me. I walked over to the door and, not wanting to make any noise, pulled it open. I closed and locked it behind me. I leaned against the door, glaring at the Masters smirk. "Well, well, we-,"the Master started as I cut him off saying, "Oh shut it. Do you really, honestly, think I CARE?!" The Master looked surprised for a moment before regaining his evil smirk. I understood now how the Doctor has lost his temper so quickly. I stalked over to the Master, hatred in my eyes.

I exited the room. My hands hurt to no end, but I was proud of it. Rubbing over my split knuckles, I remembered what I had done. I turned and looked at the Master through the glass. He had his head tilted down. I smirked. His face would be swollen and bloody by now. I smirked, thinking of how much I had enjoyed it.

Once I had entered the room, the Master had made a few smart comments and every time he made one I got angrier. Finally, after he made about seven of them, I reached out and slapped him across the face. He looked shocked and quickly looked smug again. He made another smart comment, but halfway through I slapped him again. He smirked one last time and I absolutely lost it. I punched him over and over in the face. He didn't even have time to react. I backed off for a moment to survey what I had done. "Oh, little niece," the Master spat, "Do you really think that will stop me?" I screamed loudly in response as gold streams came from his face. I began punching and slapping and kicking. I felt my rage and hate for him flowing freely. I felt something crack under my fist. I gave a wicked grin. I knew I had just broken his nose. I then began punching him in places I knew it would hurt. As I punched him, I thought of all the reasons I was hitting him. Him shooting Emily, regenerating into our best friends, kidnapping us, kidnapping us AGAIN, and thinking it was just a game. HOW COULD HE?!

My name being called brought me back to reality. "CASSIE," I heard again, my head whipping towards the Doctor. He stalked over to me, his eyes wide. I glanced down at myself, and saw I was covered in blood. "Cassie," the Doctor said slowly... I looked at him, a grim smile crossing my face. Still, I had no regrets for what I had done to the Master. I stalked past the Doctor, and heard him sigh as I ran down the hall to my room.

Emily POV

I sat in the console room, reading the TARDIS manual when Cassie ran past me, blood dripping from her hands onto the floor. "Cassie!" I yelled, as she ran. Then came the Doctor, running after her. "Cassidy!" He yelled, anger seeping through his usual emotionless voice when he's angry. I got up, just as I heard a door slam and lock, and a sigh. The Doctor looked at me, sighing as he walked back in. "She's out of control," he whispered sadly, "She's completely out of it. How are you not?" I looked down and then back up.

"I don't know," I said, thinking, "I just don't. I guess is just like you in that way." The Doctor nodded, a slight smile resuming the spot on his face that was filled by a scowl five minutes prior. "What did Cassie do?" I asked my voice shaking as I thought about all the blood that had been dripping down from her fists. The Doctor looked into my eyes, and I could almost feel his pain.

"She attacked the Master," the Doctor sighed, "Again." I nodded slightly, looking at the blood on the floor. "Why?" I asked softly, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. "I'm honestly not sure. Maybe she's just lashing out. About your mother's death." I sighed softly, remembering. The Doctor walked towards the kitchen, "I'll be right back, and I'm going to go get a rag to clean this up." I nodded slightly, and as soon as he walked off out of sight, I jumped up and walked into the Master's cell.

When I entered the room, the Master looked up at me. I could see, behind the sarcasm and the mockery, fear. When he saw it was me however, the fear disappeared. I looked at him, and leaned against the door. He stared at me with cold, criticizing eyes. I slid down into a squat. The Master and I sat in silence for around ten minutes, but for me, it felt like an eternity. The Doctor knocked on the door and I stood up, moving out of the way to let him in. He entered and looked from me to the Master.

"Ah," said the Master, his voice dripping in deep sarcasm, "Two generations of pacifists. Too bad there won't be anymore. And soon, I doubt little Emily here will be so peaceful." I felt the Doctor tense beside me, and a growl form in the back of his throat. "Oh, don't like that, now do we, Doctor?" The Master sneered, the dried blood on his face covering most of his chin. I looked up at the Doctor, who now stood in a protective stance in front of me, trapping me between him and the door. I sat down, leaning against the wall, trying not to think about when he kidnapped me. The thought alone sent shivers deep into my body. I was already shaking softly, so I didn't need that fact to become any more noticeable that it already was.

"Shut up," growled the Doctor, in response to a comment the Master had probably made about me or Cassie or our mother when I was thinking. The Master laughed; a wicked, cackle of a laugh. It sent shivers down my spine. "Don't you ever talk about my family. Ever," said the Doctor, angrily. The Master just kept laughing. Then, he turned his head slightly to the side, smiling. Then, he stared right at me.

The stare sent shivers down my spine. My breathing sped up, and came out of my mouth in rasps. I felt two urges cross my mind. The urge to fight him, or to run away. I ignored both and stayed rooted in place beside the Doctor. He glanced at me, and I assumed he had heard my breathing increase. The Master just kept staring at me, a grin crossing his face.

The Doctor moved away from in front of me. He walked over, next to the Master and whispered something in his ear. The Master looked confused, then outraged. "You... you WOULDN'T," he spat at the Doctor. The Doctor looked at the Master, his face emotionless. "I would," he said quietly, "and that is what scares you most of all." He turned and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. He carefully and securely closed the door behind me. I watched him closely as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and held it up to the glass. Suddenly, it looked as metal as the walls. The Doctor turned and began slowly walking away. I followed him, not making any noise as I followed him. He walked aimlessly, going down hall after hall after hall. I silently followed him. As we passed Cassie's room, he froze for a fraction of a second, before continuing his solemn walk. "What did you say to him? The Master, I mean," I said softly, cursing my awkwardness. He turned to me, his eyes solemn and downcast. "I told him, 'If he ever touched either one of you ever again, I would kill him, no mercy," he said softly.

"Dad..." I said softly, slowly walking towards him, "We can't do that." He looked back up at me and the pain he was in was evident. "As I much as I hate him, which believe me, I do, he's still family. And if you overlook that, he's still a Timelord. And we don't have any to spare. We can't kill him. You of all people should know that, living as the last one of us for so long." The Doctor looked down again sadly, but then a slight smile crossed his face, and I knew it was because I was right. The Doctor needs someone to stop him sometimes. That's why he has companions, I thought. But now, Cassie and I were here, and we were never going to leave him.

He nodded slightly, and looked back up at me. "I'm scared your sister is going to be like him. Your mother was never that violent," he said slowly, as if he didn't like admitting that the Master was related to us at all. "Before the Time War, your mother trusted him to babysit the two of you. And I didn't even question it," he said. I nodded slightly, very unsure of how to respond to something like that. I didn't like the image that came to my head next. The Master rocking Cassie and I to sleep, changing diapers, and who knows what else he did, was a terrible thing to think about. I shuddered softly, wondering how someone with the potential to be what the Master had become could ever be trusted with children. Especially when those children were Cassie and I, and the Doctor was our father. The way he could read people… How had it not worked on the Master? How had he not seen the raging psychopath that was brewing inside of the man we knew to be our uncle, just waiting for the chance to explode?

The Doctor, seeing the confusion obviously now on my face, sighed softly and hugged me. I attempted a smile but I don't think it came out onto my face as one. "Why did I snap out of it so fast, but Cassie still is hearing things?" The Doctor sighed, and I knew he would be unable to answer the question burning at the back of my mind. Deep down, it the pits of his mind, I knew it was burning too. He wanted the answer as much as, if not more than, me. His concern for us, the only by blood family he had left, was overwhelming. After this was all over, I doubted he would ever let either of us out of his sight again.

"I don't know," he said softly. "Most Timelord children see the Time Vortex by the time they are eight. So, since you never did, and you're in the TARDIS, it could be having an effect on you."

"Oh," I said quietly. I heard a shuffle, and a sniff. The Doctor's head shot up. "Cassie?" the Doctor asked. I heard more shuffles, growing softer and softer, then the quiet close of a door. The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

His face suddenly changed. It wasn't a face of compassion or outrage. It was expressionless. He was angry, "Super," I thought. I followed the Doctor charge back to Cassie's room. He grabbed the knob, held his Sonic Screwdriver against it for a moment, and then flung the door open. He stood in the doorway, looking quite frightening. Cassie's face was surprised and frightened. The room was an absolute wreck. Everything was broken or out of place. Cassie was in a corner, with the wreckage pushed away from the corner and a small path to the door. Cassie looked like a wild animal. There was still blood on her hands, and now her shirt also. Her hair was tangled and messy. Her face was smeared with grime and blood. She had a small scratch on her cheek. Se cowered in the corner, looking at the Doctor. He strode over to her in three steps. I picked my way carefully across the room. I began picking things up as I passed them. The Doctor and Cassie were having a stare down as I cleaned. "Emily," the Doctor growled at me. "Stop cleaning. Now." I froze, and sat down what was in my hands. The Doctor opened his mouth as if to speak, but all that came out was a frustrated moan. He rubbed his hands through his hair and crouched down next to the cowering Cassie. He reached his hands out and placed them on Cassie's temples.

He looked into her eyes, and as soon as she looked back, she passed out. "Cassie!" I yelled, staring at her limp body lying in the floor. "Shh," the Doctor said, picking her up slowly and putting her on the bed gently. "She's only sleeping. I took it out of her mind. For now." I nodded slightly, and then a fearful thought entered my mind. "Wait, Doctor, doesn't that mean you have the crazy now?"

The Doctor laughed. "Emily," he said, "I'm crazier than she is. Taking that in was nothing. I truly am a mad man in a box," He smiled, and tapped Cassie's nose, walking towards the door. "Will she be okay? After she wakes up?" I asked, positive that the Doctor could hear the panic in my voice.

"Oh, she'll be fine. Hopefully she won't even remember her panic attacks, if we're lucky," he said. I nodded slightly and sat in the pilot's chair. This earned me a slight glare from the Doctor. I just smiled, knowing it would get on his nerves. I stuck my tongue out slightly and grinned, as I sat Indian style on the brown seat. I loved getting a rise out of the Doctor, as it was such a rare opportunity. Now, I just felt like he needed something to cheer him p, make him laugh a little. Or, at least that's how I felt about this entire situation.

"What about the Master? What are we going to do about him?" I asked. The Doctor's fun attitude quickly disappeared. "I meant what I said," he said quietly, looking me dead in the eye, "If he touches you or Cassie ever again or even looks at you in the wrong way, I will kill him."

"No," I said, knowing the Doctor was being to rash about all of this. "We can't do that. That would make us no better than him, Dad." I kept my head up, and my eyes on his, trying to convince him of this. He sighed, nodding. "You're right. I can't let my hatred for him do this to me… I've got to be just like I normally am. Not sure if I like someone being here to question me," he said, obviously joking. I laughed, and he did too. Then, Cassie entered the room.

I looked at her, my eyebrows raised, unsure of how she would react. She rubbed her eyes, and said quietly, "I've got one hell of a headache. Got any painkillers?" The Doctor grinned widely and chuckled. I couldn't help but laugh too. Her eyes didn't have insanity sketched into them, only exhaustion. The Doctor grabbed her hand, then mine, a led us down a hall. We turned one or two corners before arriving in a spacious kitchen. There was a bowl of fruit on the table and my stomach growled loudly. The Doctor let out a loud laugh that echoed around the room. I dashed over and grabbed the first thing my hand landed on, a banana. I peeled it and shoved it in my mouth. It had been days, maybe a week since I had last eaten. It was strange though, I wasn't as famished as I should have been. "Oh well," I thought, "Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey." I grinned like an idiot. I glanced over at the Doctor who was giving Cassie a strange medicine. I could name it almost instantly though, it was Lephatorium, grown on Raxacoricofallapatorius . It was an automatic pain killer. Cassie slowly shuffled her way over to the table I was at. She grabbed a pear out of the bowl. She took a bite, then another. "How can you eat that stuff?" I said to her, the disgust in my voice hard to cover up. "Aw, shove it," she murmured. "I like them." I glanced over to the Doctor to see him leaning against an oven, smiling at us.

I smiled back at him, as I finished the banana. Cassie was still eating her pear, and she smirked at the disgust on mine and the Doctor's face. She laughed, "I think bananas are terrible." The Doctor quickly faked outrage. "No! Bananas are great! If anything is terrible, it's the pears! Pears are just rubbish!"

Cassie giggled and flicked a piece of pear over his way. "No! Bad pears!" He said, dodging it. The Doctor smiled and looked over at mine and Cassie's smiling faces. I doubt he had been happier since before the Time War. For the first time ever, I thought of a good thing when it came to this word. Family. My family, I realized with a start. I thought of me, Cassie, and the Doctor. Literally my dream come true. If only the Master wasn't here to screw everything up all the time. Even though he's my uncle, I find it harder and harder each day to find sympathy for him. I was worried that one day, he would cross a line and I would encourage the Doctor to hurt him. If he attacks Cassie again... I might just loose it. We might have just gotten her back. I don't want to lose my best friend-twin- again. But… that man… who claimed to be our uncle, could be the death of me. Literally, he's shot me and kidnapped me, all within the short period of time I've been with Cassie and the Doctor on the TARDIS.

"Emily," I heard as I saw the Doctors hand go in front of my face. "Gallifrey to Emily," I heard as my head shot up. "Huh?" I asked. "You were zoned out. I asked you a question like twenty times," Cassie said smiling. I laughed, a blush forming on my face. That's when the lights began flickering, and all of our faces became serious.