Warning: this contains some swear words spoken in anger; and adult themes.

A/N: I am so sorry for the major delay; it's partly the Master's fault. He wouldn't make up his mind when my muse asked what he did. [I was also dealing with the death and funeral of a friend.]

Previously:

"And such a pretty boy too," he added, placing a finger under James' chin in order to force him to look back.

"Get your hands off me!" James spat at him. "If you don't you'll be sorry."

"Sorry?" Harry smirked at him. "Why; what are you going to do about it?"

Part 11: Calling Dad

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There was a sudden rustle behind Harry and then he was spun on the spot.

"It's not him you have to worry about, Sunshine!" Donna yelled milliseconds before her hand made contact with his face, leaving a large red handprint across his cheek. "I suggest you move your arse away from my son or you'll be getting another one."

She stood panting with unrepentant rage, knowing she should have contacted the Doctor and Jack before racing in, but the Master's words had riled her beyond sense when she'd overheard them, and she had to get him away from her son at any cost.

"Ah, Donna!" He did that smirk again; but she was pleased to note that he wisely moved away from James while he rubbed his cheek. "It is such a shame that I didn't know of the existence of James when I originally met you; I could have had such fun with him."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked menacingly when she noticed James grow pale at the thought.

More of that confident smirk appeared. "I mean nothing beyond a compliment, my dear Donna. He is indeed a credit to you and a very handsome boy. In fact he is a valiant boy," Harry calmly said, hinting what he truly meant.

Unfortunately for him the Doctor had told her all about his year onboard the Valiant, so she instantly lashed out and landed one on his face again. "Think you are really clever, don't you?" she barked, spitting out the words as she seethed. "Well, let me tell you straight, you piece of shite; you ain't never going to get hold of my son without walking over my dead body!"

Harry really did have a monopoly on those smug grins. "Tut tut tut, Donna. You wound me with your insult." He added emphasis here by placing a hand over his heart, if it actually sat in his chest. "And that business about your death can be arranged... again."

What do you mean 'again'?" she demanded. "In case you haven't noticed, Master…," she continued in mocking tones, "I ain't dead and never have been."

"Au contraire," Harry disagreed, and he stepped completely away from James and into Donna's personal space to mock her up close. "You were extremely dead after I dealt with you before, and I assume your beloved Doctor told you all about it. How he pleaded for your life, how he cried when I whipped you, how he vomited when I took you…" He smiled sweetly when Donna's horror-struck expression appeared at the thought. "Yes, Donna. You were mine to do with as I liked, and I liked you an awful lot."

"So you're a sadistic rapist, and you're proud of that?" she asked in disbelief. "And you have the barefaced cheek to tell me you'd use my own son in a similar way?" She waited for a faint nod from Harry.

"Oh yes. He would have been especially sweet," Harry told her, emphasising the word 'sweet'.

She'd clean forgotten about the goon that had been in the room, her attention had been on Harry and getting him away from James by fair means or foul. So when she was grabbed from behind she cried out in shock.

"Mum!" James instantly yelled. "Get your hands off her!"

"Hmm. Mummy or James. James or Mummy," Harry pondered, placing a finger thoughtfully on his bottom lip as he flicked his gaze between the two of them. "I think I'll choose… both!"

"You bastard!" Donna spat at him as she fought against the goon in vain to hit him again.

"Come, come. I thought you of all people could think of a different insult for a change," Harry mocked her. "Take her to my room," he ordered his henchman. "That way we can get to know each other more in private."

"No!" James shouted out before he could help himself when Donna was being dragged away kicking with all her might. "I'll save you, Mum! I'll come and find you!"

"Aw, how sweet." Harry turned his attention back onto James and pretended to wipe away a tear. "Save her indeed. And how are you going to do that without dearest daddy to help you? Look how he's raced to do that. Just like he always has."

James knew that his mum must have griped to Harry about his father keeping away and he was determined not to be riled, so he forced himself to smile. "I don't need him to race here; instead I was thinking of applying a little bit of science."

Harry was about to ask how when he felt the press of cold steel on the side of his head. Then he heard a click. Jack grimly cocked the trigger of his gun when Harry glanced in his direction. "I should have known the Freak would turn up," he said with a sigh.

Jack gave him an extra jab in the temple in answer. What wouldn't he give to be able to fire a bullet and blow the Master's brains out at that moment? It was James' pleading look that stopped him.

"Am I too late for the reunion party?" the Doctor asked as he too sauntered into view. "I think he should wear the cufflinks, don't you, Jack?"

"Excellent choice," Jack readily agreed. He drew out a pair of handcuffs from his greatcoat pocket and snapped them onto the Master's wrists.

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at James' ropes, which instantly disintegrated, releasing him in the process. As soon as James attempted to stand up the Doctor engulfed him in a hug, placing a kiss on his head.

The Master… he had Mum dragged off somewhere, James anxiously told him.

"Don't even think about it," Jack warned the goon as he reappeared. A quick wave of the gun soon sorted out any retaliation, and the bloke quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh how touching," the Master remarked sarcastically when he saw James continue to cling to his father. "The daddy Doctor."

James angrily glared at him. "Jealousy doesn't become you," he spat.

"I wasn't planning on doing that to you," Harry retorted.

Jack gave him a swift whack on the side of the head, and Harry folded like a pack of cards. "Sorry, but his babbling was getting on my nerves," he excused his action. Jack then considered the prone figure of the Master with confusion. "Should he be able to do that? I thought he'd be more resilient."

The Doctor released his hold on James and wandered over. "Normally he wouldn't, but he obviously hasn't returned to his proper form. Which rather begs the question…" He swivelled round as thoughts and possibilities raced through his head. "He needed James to lure either Donna or me here. What does he need?"

"Apart from being a sadistic brute you mean?" queried Jack.

"He seemed to get off on frightening Mum. Could he gain some sort of psychic energy from that?" James mused. "Like in that film."

Jack groaned. "Why does everything come back to Disney films with you lot?"

"He has a point, Jack," the Doctor defended James' suggestion as he continued to consider the unconscious Master. "Something isn't quite right here."

"Then let's take this elsewhere, and deal with it properly," Jack said through gritted teeth. There was nothing he would like more than the chance to get even with the Master. "I'll call for some backup."

It was then that Harry opened his eyes and huffed a laugh. To the surprise and horror of all three watching, Harry glowed a pale yellow colour and blinked out of existence.

"No!" they all cried out; except for the goon. He merely realised he was being left to face the music on his own.

The Doctor slapped his tongue onto his palate as he tasted the air. "He must have devised a transmat and hid it up his sleeve," he murmured. "A rabbit mat."

"A what?" Jack asked in confusion, since he'd never heard of such a thing.

James sighed and supplied the answer, "He means it provided a hop, skip and a jump somewhere; so he can't be too far away. Pretty lame joke, huh?"

Jack's expression was pure 'tell me about it'. "All the same, the Master seemed different to last time," he commented.

"That's because he is," the Doctor retorted as he started to move away. "The Master has a very limited life this time around, and I still need to find out how he got here. Someone clearly helped him."

Donna had been flung into a room that was basically furnished with a bed, a small locked cupboard, a chair and a sink. As soon as the door had shut she had tried to escape, pummelling the door, tackling the window and even running a hand over the walls and floor. All of it futilely. It would seem that there was no way to break out until the door opened again.

Her search hadn't thrown up any means to defend herself against an attack either. She'd even tried lifting the cupboard, but it was firmly fixed into place. For all she knew the next time her solitude was broken she would have to fight for her life if not her honour. How had she got into this situation? She could have kicked herself for not calling Jack or the Doctor first.

Before she had the chance to properly prepare herself there was a soft squeak of sound by the door, a noise from the lock and then the handle slowly turned. Donna had to almost bite her hand to prevent herself from screaming out. There was no way she'd give Harry the satisfaction of hearing a fearful cry. She jumped up onto the bed and got ready to launch herself onto him as he entered. That would keep the bastard on his toes!

As the door fully opened and he stepped in, she pounced with a shout. Both of them landed in a heap on the floor.

"Do you have to keep throwing yourself at me?" a muffled voice beneath her asked.

"Doctor? Is that you?" she asked in disbelief, as she stopped her attack and rolled off him.

The Doctor brought down his arm from protecting his head. "I think it is. Why? Where you expecting someone else?"

She stifled a sob. "I thought…"

He immediately wrapped his arms around her. "Come here. You can stop worrying now that I've got you," he crooned. "And Jack's dealing with the Master, so you needn't worry about him anymore."

"What about James?" she inevitably asked. "Is he safe and away from that git?"

"Hey! That's not a nice thing to call Jack," the Doctor chided, and earned the swat on the arm from her. He pouted accordingly. "He's fine; a bit shaken from his first real encounter with danger but he'll get used to it."

She drew back from him. "Are you saying my son is a wuss, because he certainly isn't?"

"Our son is very brave; just like his mother," he countered.

Donna decided to let the schmooze slide this time. "Nice save, Spaceman. Does this room hold special sentimental memories or can I actually get out of it now?"

He grinned proudly at her. "I think a trip somewhere else might be in order."

Jack had delivered the goon while James had gone in search of Catherine and found her in a similar room to the one Donna had been in. the rescue hadn't been as romantic as James had expected; perhaps that was down to stress? His heart was gladdened when he saw his parents together, clinging one another as though they didn't want to let go. But they did as soon as they saw him.

There was an extremely grateful reunion a few minutes later. Donna held tightly onto James as she asked Jack, "What did you do with Harry and the other bloke?"

"The Master is tied up somewhere and the bloke has been turned over to the local police force on kidnapping charges. I'll get the paperwork tidied up later on so that James will be left alone," Jack answered.

Donna smiled gratefully at him. She had a feeling it wasn't quite over yet.