A/N: I'm going to update everyday for this story because, I think I've kept you guys waiting long enough. I really didn't expect this chapter to end this way. It ended really quickly and I don't know if... Anyway... Spoilers. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, I do however own the Septiamin. He's mine.

Dominus growled as he made his back to the office. The one thing he did not expect when he entered the room was to see his most hated enemy, the Doctor, seated in his chair. To his credit Dominus did little more than curl his lip into a silent snarl before he regained composure and said,

"Hello, Doctor. What brings you to my humble abode?"

(Why are you here? Why walk into your enemy's base without a care in the world?)

The Doctor had his feet up on the desk and he was leaning casually back as if he owned the place. It was a posture carefully calculated to irritate. Dominus hated to admit it, but it was succeeding.

"Ah... I believe you've met one of my friends. He's very dear to me, you see and I would hate for him to be... Uncomfortable."

(If you've hurt Wilfred Mott you will regret it.)

"He is fine, in fact, he finds the accommodations pleasant."

(We have not harmed him and he is unaware of where he is.)

"Good, I'm glad we have come to an understanding. May we begin?"

(What do you want?)

Dominus snarled and he decided he wanted this talking between the lines done with.

"Skip the pleasantries. I want you dead."

The Doctor shrugged. "Moving a little fast, are we?"

(Why?)

"Stop doing that!"

"Stop doing what?"

(It annoys you- ergo, keep doing it.)

Dominus growled and stepped closer to the Doctor his hand outstretched. The Doctor shifted uneasily. The hand was deformed in the shape of a claw and badly burnt.

"Your people did this and worse to me in the Time War. I barely escaped and now I find, I am the last Septiamin and you are the last Time Lord. It seems fitting to declare you my mortal enemy and hunt you down for revenge."

"I'm afraid I already have an archenemy. The Daleks. They fill the position quite nicely, I don't fancy the possibility of another."

Dominus lunged angrily and he passed right through the Doctor. The Doctor was simply a hologram.

"What?"

Then the alarms went off. Oh! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He kicked the projector angrily and the Doctor shimmered away. They had fooled him and caused a diversion! His hostage was probably already rescued!

Suddenly the Doctor's voice blared out over the PA system.

"Oh! I see you've figured out my little trick. We'll be off now and I hope you don't have any incriminating evidence on you! Ta! And well, no offense but... The Daleks are a lot cleverer then you are."

"Doctor! That was offensive!" A woman said.

"Well I said no offense-"

Another woman's voice interrupted the Doctor's.

"Oi! Don't apologize! That twit deserves it! He kidnapped my grandfather! You hear that Mr. Kidnapper?! YOU ARE A BLOODY TWIT!"

"That's really offensive." A young male voice muttered.

"Shush guys, he'll hear you! I'm trying to make my big speech!"

Dominus was getting more and more infuriated. He saw red and began shouting at the top of his oily grating voice,

"I'll get you Doctor! I'll get you! I'll hunt you down like the dog you are! You'll regret ever setting foot in CARDHIT! You thought TORCHWOOD 1 was bad?! You've only seen the beginning! I'll kill you-"

"Actually, I'm afraid you won't."

Someone else had spoken. Someone in the room. He turned.

Several soldiers dressed all in black had their guns trained on him and a short blond woman stood behind them, clearly the leader.

"Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, UNIT. I believe the Doctor called?"

They had come in quietly while had been shouting furiously at nothing.

The woman's lips had a sort of predatory smile to them as she took in Dominus. "Well. I don't think we'll be seeing each other for a while."

One of the guards shot him with a tranq and Dominus knew no more.