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"Thank you for saving us," the Doctor smiled.

"My pleasure, John," Jack nodding (having been tricked into thinking the Doctor was called John Smith). "So – who are the two of you?"

"Just travellers," the Doctor replied. "It's an accident that we're here."

"Oh, really," Jack grinned, then he leaned closer to the Doctor. "I recon you're Time Agents."

"Right . . . Yes," River stuttered, not sure of what was going on.

"Yeah. You got us," the Doctor lied.

"The thing is, not far from here, I've got a fully armed Tula Warship, brimming to the teeth with weaponry that even the Time Agency would be lucky to get their hands on. You can have it. It'll come at a price, but it could all be yours," Jack offered, leaning back into his seat.

The Doctor grinned at River, then looked back at Jack. "Do you do this often?"

Jack looked puzzled. "How do you mean, Sir?"

"Conning people," the Doctor replied.

"The Warship is legit!" Jack insisted, clearly a little annoyed.

"I'm sure it is, but let me guess: we pay the money, go to collect it, and before we do a bomb falls on it," the Doctor winked.

Jack laughed (rumbled), "No way! I'm an honest tradesman."

"Con-artist, I believe the word is, Jack."

"How did you know?" Jack asked. "Was it the ship? Is it my cologne – do I smell like a criminal?"

The Doctor smiled. "Just experience. Remember to set your alarm."

"For what?"

"Volcano day," the Doctor teased.

"What's that meant to mean?"

"You'll know when you get to that point."

River suddenly gasped. "It's that Jack!"

"Yep. Here in the flesh," the Doctor confirmed.

Jack looked confused. "What? Do I have a fan club or an appreciation society or something?"

"He's told me all about you," River said, acting suspiciously flirtatious around him.

Jack turned to the Doctor, his eyebrow raised. "Do you somehow know me?"

The Doctor bit his lip, contemplating how to answer. "Sort of."

"Then can you tell me who you are?" Jack asked, more of an instruction.

"I'm . . . John Smith," the Doctor eventually lied. "I can't say much more. The Time Agency won't let me."

River laughed. "Oh, give it up! He's knows we're not from the Time Agency."

"But he can't know who we are. Not you," the Doctor insisted.

"I know – but that Time Agency stuff was rubbish. A monkey could see through that lie."

"Are you saying I have the intellect of a monkey?" Jack argued.

"Not at all. Maybe the emotional sensibility, but I can't be too sure yet," River teased.

Jack turned to the Doctor. "Is she always like this?"

"Always," River replied before the Doctor could speak.

Slowly, Jack began to grin. "I like you a lot," he flirted, easing his lips towards River's.

"So do I," River whispered, giving in to Jack's appeal, moving closer towards him.

"And you're man won't mind?" Jack asked, gazing into River's eyes.

"Not at all," River replied. She pouted, her lips a hair's width from touching Jack's when she slapped him on the cheek.

"OW! Jeez!" Jack cried, pulling his hand to his face.

"Men," River tutted. "Keep dreaming, Jack."

When the Doctor had finished laughed, he looked to Jack seriously. "Jack, I need you to do something for me."

"Why would I? Your girlfriend just hit me!" Jack cried. He clicked his fingers and a ball of amber light appeared around his cut cheek – Nanogenes.

"Because in the future, we are best friends. And wife, not girlfriend," the Doctor replied.

"Prove it," Jack snapped.

The Doctor stopped to think. "I have nothing on me now to prove it, but very soon you're going to see a blonde girl with a Union Jack on her chest hanging from a barrage balloon. Make sure you save her. She's a Time Agent, and she and her associate will buy into your con."

Jack considered the information. Could he trust the Doctor? "Ok then, John. I'll believe you. So, what do you want me to do?"

"Two things," the Doctor explain. "First of all, we need a lift back to the twenty first century, London. I'm guessing you can do that. And the second – and this is a little more complicated . . . I need you to prepare a file."

Jack chuckled a little. "A file? I'm not a secretary."

"I need you to investigate Hitler. Images, diary entries – especially anything out-of-the-ordinary, even by his standards. And any sightings of Zygons. And a girl – Clara Oswald. I don't know who she is, but she's involved somehow."

Jack looked confused. "Can I ask what this is all for?"

"You'll know eventually. And . . . Actually," the Doctor stuttered as he picked up a piece of paper and wrote on it. He handed it to Jack, "Don't read this but keep it in the file."

"This is all a bit of an ask," Jack groaned, snatching the paper out of the Doctor's hands.

"But can I rely on you?" the Doctor asked.

Jack gritted his teeth. "Of course . . . But if that blonde girl doesn't fall for the con, I'll be after you."

The Doctor grinned. "She'll be more worth than just the con."

Donna stumbled out of the bookshop, clinging to her head with shaking hands. Gwen ran out of the shop behind her.

"Donna, what's wrong?" Gwen asked, chasing after Donna along the street. "Was it that book?"

"Yeah. Yeah it was," Donna stuttered, leaning against a shop window as she gasped for air.

Gwen held Donna's arms, gently rubbing them for comfort. "Well this can't be do bad. Donna I'm going to tell you the truth now because I think you can handle it." Donna looked up into Gwen's eyes. "Donna, you were never meant to remember the Doctor – and I think you know why."

Donna nodded her head. "Yeah . . . There was a meta . . . Meta . . . Metacrisis. I don't even know what that means!"

"But you remember when you travelled with the Doctor?"

"Yes," Donna nodded, tears streaming from her eyes. "There was a giant wasp."

"Really?" Gwen laughed. "But the problem is, you were never meant to remember. If you remembered, your mind would burn and you would die. That fact that you're coping is . . . It's fantastic, but it's worrying me. I don't know why you haven't . . . Died."

"I don't know ever," Donna agreed, her eyes burning with fear. "So what do we do know?"

"We should take you in to Torchwood."

"Torchwood . . . I remember you an' all," Donna recalled.

Gwen smiled and patted Donna on the shoulder. "Come on. Let's get some lunch."

The two of them would have gone for lunch, if the first thing they'd seen hadn't been a policeman. "Can you confirm that you are Donna Noble and Gwen Cooper?"

"Why?" Gwen asked, aggressively.

"Can you please answer the question!" the officer insisted as four other officers surrounded Donna and Gwen.

"I will not answer until you tell me what the hell this is about!" Gwen snapped.

"Shall I just presume that you are indeed Gwen Cooper, and you are simply trying to resist an arrest?"

"No you shall not!" Gwen snapped.

"Arrest?" Donna gasped. "We haven't done anything!"

"What the hell have we done?" Gwen demanded.

"Why do I even bother?" the officer sighed. "Cuff them!"

Immediately, the other officers grabbed Gwen and Donna, forcing them into handcuffs.

"GET OFF ME!" Donna screamed, lashing out at the police.

"The moment that cuff touches me, I will sue you!" Gwen threatened. An officer grabbed Gwen. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"

"This is rubbish!" Donna cried.

"Donna Noble and Gwen Cooper, I am arresting you on suspicion of hit and run, leaving the scene of an accident, and potentially attempted murder," the officer announced.

"NO WAY!" Gwen snapped. "Get off me! I work for Torchwood! You can't arrest me!"

"Torchwood is not above the law," the officer disagreed.

"Get off!" Donna screamed as the cuffs were finally secured to her hands. "I didn't do anything!"

"This is not happening!" Gwen cried. "You can't arrest us. We didn't do anything."

"We have CCTV footage of you running over a man and loading him into the back of a van before escaping the crime scene," the officer informed them.

"You have to believe us. We didn't do anything!" Donna pleaded.

"Take them to the station," the officer commanded.

"NO!" Gwen screamed as the police officers pulled her down the street.

"GET OFF!" Donna cried, kicking and scratching at the officers. "I'm innocent!"

"We will arrest you for resisting arrest if you continue," the officer threatening.

"I will have you," Gwen snarled. "I will set Torchwood after you, you IDIOT!"

"Is that a threat?" the officer warned her, ignoring the fact that the entire street was watching the arrest.

"You bet it is!" Gwen hissed. "You have no idea!"

"Yeah, sure. Get them out of here!"

The Daleks led them Master and Amy down to the very centre of their ship – the vaults. Amy gasped for breath, both in fear of the Daleks and the gun that the Master had pointed to her head. They were stood on a large gold platform as it descended into the darkness.

The platform stopped. Before them stood a large silver door. One of the three Daleks moved forwards, placing its sucker onto a circular device to the side of the vault door, causing it to flash with orange light. Suddenly, the whole room began to shake locks throughout the doors clicked open, and eventually, the door opened.

"Anyway else feeling tense?" Amy joked, a feeble attempt to cover her fear.

"Shut up, ginge," the Master snapped.

"You're great at conversations," Amy teased.

The Daleks pushed the Master forward into the vaults.

The Dalek vaults were vast – whole corridors protecting artefacts and weaponry behind glowing force fields. Dalek eyestalks hung on every wall – the security was water-tight. They were led to the very end of the vaults, to another door that was even bigger than the entrance. Once again, the Dalek opened the door, and they entered the final vault.

The final vault was a small black room, lit only by a single rod of light that entered from the ceiling. Glistening, the light fell onto a small, clear jewel, which stood on a metal stand – the White Point Star.

"That's beautiful," Amy gasped.

"Well – it's from Gallifrey, what do you expect?" the Master grinned. He stepped forwards, finally letting Amy go, to touch the diamond. It was cold, sending a comforting shiver down his hand. A bitter reminder of time. Then he snatched it, placing it in his pocket. "Come on, ginge. Let's go."

As the Master stepped to the door, grabbing Amy's arm, a Dalek moved in front of his way, blocking the passage.

"You may not leave!" the Dalek announced.

"Why not?" the Master asked in frustration.

"It was not in the original agreement."

"Then you don't get the gun, but I still have the diamond and a warp star explosive. SO move it!" the Master snapped.

"Yet we have you trapped," the Dalek retaliated.

Amy looked upwards – a revolving set of Dalek weaponry descended from the ceiling. "Jesus!" she gasped.

"Nothing to worry about," the Master shrugged.

"They have us trapped!" Amy gasped. "What do we do?"

"Duck!" the Master cried. He fired at the Daleks, splitting their bodies open.

"Could I have more warning next time," Amy stammered, gasping for air.

"Sorry, ginge. I was busy," the Master grinned. "Follow!" he instructed, picking up the Dalek sucker, using it to open the door.

Amy followed the Master into the corridor, chasing him through the vaults. "Ok, albino, we have to communicate and work together if we're going to survive this!" Amy snapped.

"Albino?" the Master puzzled.

"If you keep calling me ginge, I'll call you albino – get it?"

"Fine . . . babes," he teased.

"Urgh!" Amy groaned. "At least make an effort – for some reason I'm helping you, even though you're after the Doctor."

"Cover your eyes," the Master commanded, stopping beside a vault.

"Why?" Amy asked.

The Master fired at the Dalek eyestalk over the door, scattering sparks over them.

"Thanks," Amy groaned.

The Master once again used the sucker to open the door, and stepped into the vault, giving Amy a look of come-on-then! Amy followed inside. The vault was just like the previous one, yet the stand held a small silver box.

"What's that?" Amy asked as the Master picked at it with his nimble fingers.

"Time machine. Small and not very efficient, but it'll do. Not exactly Tardis quality so we'll probably end up a bit out of date," the Master replied, more concentrated on activating the device. Eventually, it glowed with a green light. "Hold my hand," the Master ordered.

"Where are we going?" Amy inquired, not sure whether she trusted the mad man as he licked his lips.

"You'll see," the Master teased. "And let's face it, you don't have a choice. I've got a gun, and at any moment this place is going to be crawling with Daleks. Hand."

"Ok," Amy agreed, taking the Master's hand.

"Hold in," the Master winked, as the two of them were pulled out of time in a bright flash of green light.

Ooooh! What's the Master's plan? Will Gwen and Donna escape the police? Martha and Mickey face more troubles in the next chapter as oxygen runs low. Remember to vote and review :)