The Master recoiled at those words. "Forget you? Forget you! Si'arila, how can I forget you?"

"You must," the reply came, the words sounded strained and distant.

The Master knew what the Doctor was doing...he was trying to severe their bond.

"No, not this time," he growled. "Listen to me you crazy old Time Lord. We are bonded for good and bad and no stupid ape is going to change that."

The reply when it came was soft and full of love and despair. "Inari, you will feel my pain...feel what he will do to me...I can't..."

Without warning their connection was lost and the Master felt white hot pain in his head. He opened his eyes with a gasp of pain and snarled in response to it...the bastard must have used the collar.

"Enough of that!" White Coat barked and took his hand of the dial. "I'm not sure what you were doing, but you will not do it without my permission. Any further disobedience will incur a higher pain setting, is that clear?"

He looked into his property's pain filled eyes and saw acquiescence and without any tenderness took out a cloth and wiped away the blood that had appeared from his property's nose.

"Good, I suggest you forget about trying to escape. I can ill afford you dying of a cerebral haemorrhage. I have too much for you to do. Time for you to sleep," he said and produced a syringe and injected a sedative into his property's neck

With that he turned back to face the front and ignored his property.

Ianto had raced up the stairs after receiving Gwen's phone call.

He'd feared the worst but was surprised when he saw a shaken but unarmed Gwen sitting against a wall.

He rushed over. "Are you okay, did he hurt you?"

She shook her head and let out a huge breath before speaking. "No, all he wanted was information."

What about?"

"What we did with the Doctor, and if we were working with White Coat."

"What did you tell him?"

"The truth, that we saved him, then drugged him and then kept him a cell like a rabid animal before turning him over to the MOD."

Ianto frowned. "And he didn't kill you for that?"

"I guess he's more concerned with getting the Doctor back," Gwen said and pushed herself up and straightened with Ianto's help.

"Then we have to find him before the Master does," Ianto said.

Gwen shot him a look. "Why, so you can turn him over to the MOD or whoever you think will lock him away and throw away the key. I knew you were jealous of how Jack feels about the Doctor, but I never thought you'd be vindictive."

"I did what did Gwen and part of me doesn't regret it. Jack's blinded by his feeling for him and I did what I did because I care about Jack. If we can't cure the Doctor or either of those bastards get's him, it will break Jack's heart, and I for one am not going to let that happen."

Gwen snorted. "You never were much of a liar Ianto Jones. You want payback for what he did to you and I can't blame you. But there are bigger things at stake that revenge. Whoever ends up with the Doctor, you can only hope its Jack. Because I don't want to think about what will happen if he isn't."

Ianto said nothing, knowing that Gwen saw through him like he was glass. That part of him that didn't regret his actions was beginning to shrink and was being replaced by guilt.

"We have to get back to Jack," he said. "He needs to know."

Gwen nodded and they left the hospital at a run.

Jack was busy telling lies to the camera crews and members of the press that had started to appear as word of a violent abduction had spread through unofficial channels.

"Has this anything to do with the recent explosions?" one reporter said and stuck a microphone in Jack's face.

"I can't comment on that," he said.

"Then why are the head of Torchwood and half of Military Intelligence here at this crime scene?"

Jack looked at the journalist who had asked the question. How did he know he was the head of Torchwood?

"We've been invited in by the local police force to assist in any way we can. Now if you'll excuse me, this is a crime scene and you are obstructing it.

With that he walked away and back to where Doctor Stoneleigh was taking a piece of equipment from a metal box.

He watched as he took a sample of the Doctor's blood and placed it into the machine. As it came to life, he suddenly realised what it was.

"You can't have one of those. How the hell did you get hold of a psychic activity reader?"

Doctor Stoneleigh smiled. "There were a lot of things left in Torchwood One's archives. This one was partially dismantled and it's taken me three years to put it together and get it to work. I'm assuming that the Doctor's race is advanced enough to have developed some sort of psychic or telepathic ability?"

He looked at Jack for conformation and smiled when Jack gave him a positive answer.

"Then this machine will be able to detect any such communication between your Doctor and this Master fella. If it's working right it should be able to give us a fix on where they are."

Jack could only nod; it was a ray of hope in an otherwise dark world. He fingered the object in his pocket and prayed he was one step closer to using it.

The Doctor woke from a world full of darkness and found he was once again strapped down to a table.

At first he didn't panic and then when he looked up he saw something that made his hearts clench in fear.

He recognised the machine and he would never forget what it did and as it descended he began screaming and never stopped.

Author's note: I hope this chapter is as good as the others as I'm under the weather and had to take painkiller's, so a litle fuzzy round the edges.