Last chapter before I go into hospital. I will reply to any reviews when I get home

Martha sat in what was to all intent and purposes a cell, admittedly it was a comfortable cell; but a cell nonetheless.

She had no idea how long she'd been locked up and had no idea what was going on outside...well she didn't until the screaming began.

That had been what must have been hours ago, but it was probably minutes and she wondered who was on the receiving end of White Coat's not so tender ministrations.

The screaming stopped as abruptly as it had started and the silence felt more uncomfortable that welcome.

She jumped when the door to her cell opened and two guards hustled her out.

She was walked down a corridor and into another room; it looked like and it was a well equipped med-room. She frowned but her curiosity got the better of her and began wandering round the room.

Despite herself she was impressed by the contents of the room. The medical equipment in here would have cost the NHS a fortune and she knew many doctors that would kill to get their hands on it.

She turned when the door opened and all thoughts of how wonderful the equipment was became nothing when she saw who was being dragged in by two guards and the person following.

The two guards non-to-gently deposited their cargo onto the bed and stood back and let the other person move forward.

"Put him back together Doctor Jones, I need him walking by the morning."

With that the person turned and left the room followed by the two guards and there followed the sound of the door being locked.

"Bastard," she murmured and turned to her patient.

She gathered what she need and she began cleaning the blood of the patient's face.

"Well, here we are again Doctor. I hope you can forgive me for whatever you think I did then. You shouldn't believe a word that snake says, he's poison."

She finished wiping the blood away and began cleansing the row of needle sized holes in the Doctor's forehead. She knew what had caused those wounds, knew what he could do. It had been bad enough when the Doctor had been sane, so god knows what it would do to a mentally unstable Doctor.

The Doctor was beginning to stir and she knew he would be awake soon. She couldn't let her fear of what this crazed Time Lord could do to her stop her treating him. She was about to try and move the collar slightly, so she could clean the blood from under it, when the Doctor opened his eyes.

She tensed, expecting him to snarl and attack her; but he didn't. He merely looked at her and let out a shuddering breath before his face creased in pain.

"I can give you something for the pain," Martha said. "Do you want something?"

The Doctor spoke then. "No, you're only treating me so he can do it again."

Martha shook her head. "No, I'm doing this because believe or not I am still your friend."

The Doctor laughed but stopped when pain once again caused his face to crumple.

"Friend, I don't have any friends, especially friends that are human."

Martha stepped away and came back with a small bottle and a needle.

The Doctor flinched when he saw the needle.

Martha smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's pain relief, do you want it or not?"

The Doctor shook his head and tried to move and winced and then nodded. He watched her warily as she drew the liquid from the phial.

He refused to flinch when she inserted the needle in his arm.

"That should start working soon," Martha said.

He watched as Martha put the phial back in the cupboard and threw the syringe away and turned back to the bed and stood by his side.

"You won't break me," he said, grabbing hold of her hand.

He was expecting her to a laugh but she didn't and for some reason that intrigued him.

"I don't want to break you, I don't work for him."

"Then why are you helping me?"

Martha knew that question was loaded with other questions; ones she would have to be very careful in answering. She'd been taken by surprise when he'd grabbed her hand, but she didn't try to pull away.

She had a golden opportunity here; the Doctor was away from the influence of the Master and vulnerable. If she could get him to trust her, she could then work on how to get away from White Coat and having a willing escapee would help.

"Why, first I'm a doctor and I've taken an oath to help anyone who's injured and in pain. Then there's White Coat, I hate that man. I'd rather see you with the Master than with that twisted monster. At least he would take care of you."

She looked at the Doctor, trying to gauge his reaction to her answer, but was unable to read his face.

"He will come for me and he will slaughter everyone."

Martha then saw that sly look that made her skin crawl.

"Tell me Martha Jones, what price would you pay to get your revenge on him?"

Careful Martha, she thought. "You mean would I sell my soul to the Devil?"

When the Doctor spoke again, his voice was soft and seemed to work its way into her head. She shook her head as it felt fuzzy.

The Doctor was saying something...what was it?

The Doctor had grabbed her hand and it was quite simple to force a connection to her mind.

He could see into her deepest thoughts, knew exactly what she imagined and oh Martha Jones.

"Martha Jones, you could be a very wicked girl," he said softly, using the same voice he's used on the men earlier on. "You keep all of that inside, letting it fester and boil, trying to keep a lid on all that rage. Don't you sometimes wish you could just let go."

He paused for a moment and began flooding her mind with subtle images of all the people who had hurt her and wronged her.

He pulled her onto the bed and moved closer and whispered in her ear in his most seductive tone. "I can give you all of that...we can give you all of that and more. All you have to do is say you want it and it will be yours. If you help me get out of here I'll make sure he spares your family and let you take your revenge on those that made you feel small and unimportant."

He was so close to her now, that his breath was warm in her ear.

"What do you say, Martha Jones?"

The sound of the door opening caused the connection to break as Martha looked round/.

It was one of the guards.

"Finished?"

Martha nodded and the guard gestured for her to move.

She stood up and wondered why she felt slightly dizzy and dismissed it as tiredness. She was sure the Doctor had been talking to her, but everything seemed a little fuzzy.

"Be seeing you Martha Jones," the Doctor growled.

The Doctor watched as Martha Jones was escorted from the room. He smiled and laid back.

All he had to do now was wait; the seeds had been sown and sooner or later Martha Jones would come to him.