I'm re-uploading the last three chapters of the stories because I got confused since the uploaded chapter numbers are different to the actual document numbers which sis why I normally name my chapters but didn't for this story.

Chapter thirty-three

Later that night I phoned Jack. I'd been tracking the news and he'd made London's most wanted listed – he was number three, behind the Doctor and Martha. I'd followed them on the CCTV and managed to loop the traps and hide them from Saxon so that they could get somewhere safe – a warehouse apparently.

"Jack, you okay?" I questioned immediately. "I saw the shoot out, and I know none of you were hurt bad, but I can't tell with you and I don't know if any of you were grazed?"

"None of us where hit." Jack reassured me immediately. "You got anything on Martha's family, she's really concerned."

"Her mother, father and sister were taken into custody. Her brother and his family are fine and I'm protecting him as best I can with the CCTV and things. I've also contacted a good man, they're on the way to him now. They'll keep him safe." I explained.

I knew that I would be devastated if I knew my family had been taken in to custody by a madman, and knowing that just one of my siblings got away and was safe would be reassuring. Which was why I had gone through the effort of tracking them down and doing what I could, because it was going to be up to Martha, The Doctor and Jack to put a stop to this.

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"Martha, good news." I pulled the phone away slightly so I could address the women who just marched in, holding a bag of chips. "Your brother is fine. He's protected."

"By who?" Martha frowned.

"Raven," I showed the phone. "She's having him brought somewhere safe."

"How did Raven end up working for you, she's a teenager? And for that matter, what do you do?" the Doctor frowned.

"She doesn't like being called a teenager, she's a young woman. And well, I found her nearly eight months ago. She was living on her own, needed a job. And she's brilliant at it. My second." I smiled, avoiding the topic of where I worked although I knew it was inevitable. "Raven, what you got for me?"

"I've got a video that was sent to us and you need to see it. You got a laptop?" Raven questioned.

"I do, but I'm not exactly on accessible internet. I'm off grid." I reminded her.

"It's on the archives. You just need to access to the server. Your Password is active. As long as you have a laptop." Raven promised.

"Of course it is." I glanced to the Doctor. "I haven't told the Doctor."

"Put me on speak." Raven requested with a laugh.

"Doctor, Raven and I have something to tell you." I informed the man who was now watching me suspiciously. I put Raven on speaker, placing the phone on the make-shift table while grabbing the laptop from the Doctor.

"Doctor, can you hear me?"

"I can." The Doctor confirmed.

"You met me at Torchwood One. You saved me from Torchwood One." Raven began. "What I didn't know at the time, and what you didn't know, was that the Queen didn't set up one branch of Torchwood. She set up five. Torchwood One was moved from Scotland to London, while Scotland became two. We've lost both Torchwood four and five. As for three, well that was in Wales. Set up when we started registering things through the rift. In 2000, the entire team died. Leaving only Jack, who decided to remake Torchwood Three into something you'd be proud of. He protects, not just the people but also the aliens. Anyone that comes through the rift, or if they happen to land in our jurisdiction. Killing is an absolute last resort, but we don't have the resource you do." Raven explained bluntly, and all in one go. The Doctor's face twisted in grief and anger for a long moment, but as Raven continued explaining it changed.

"It's really different?" The Doctor asked me, but it was Raven who answered since she couldn't see his face.

"Yeah, what they did to me, Jack would never allow it. Jack… the number of times he's done what was right, and not what was easy… protecting me… protecting the people…" Raven trailed off. "Now, I've got information. Jack, you logged in yet?"

"I am." I laughed, my heart swelling with gratitude.

She, of all people, knew of the darkness within me and what I'd done when I'd hit rock bottom after being abandoned and discovering I wouldn't die. That I'd fallen so far into my depression that I'd not been able to help the children when they needed me the most. Being with her, hearing her pride in me and what I'd done – not just for her but for the people. Especially since, not two days ago, she'd been lying holding my dead corps in her arms and waiting for me to wake up – she'd been shot defending me.

I turned the laptop so that the Doctor and Martha could see the Torchwood logo on the screen. I played the video so we could figure out why Raven thought it was so important and move the conversation away from personal topics. I'm sure the Doctor would like to revisit this topic later – when they weren't trying to stop a Time Lord from destroying the human race or whatever.

"If I haven't returned to my desk by twenty-two hundred, this file will be emailed to Torchwood. Which means if you're watching this, then I'm…" There was a significant pause from the women. "Anyway, the Saxon files are attached. But take a look at the Archangel document. That's when it all started. When Harry Saxon became Minister in charge of launching the Archangel Network."

"Archangel network? What is that? Raven mentioned that?" The Doctor leaned forward with a frown.

"I've got Archangel. Everyone's got it." Martha pulled out her phone.

"It's a mobile network." I grabbed the laptop and pulled up the document and graphs to show the Doctor. "Because look, it's gone worldwide. They've got fifteen satellites in orbit. Even the other networks, they're all carried by Archangel."

"They got brought out when the other satellites started experiencing technical difficulties with their alignment." Raven imputed cynically.

"It's in the phones!" The Doctor shouted, grabbing Martha's phone and sonicing it. "Oh, I said he was a hypnotist. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on." He taped the phone on the table and it started beeping in a pattern of four. "There it is. That rhythm, it's everywhere, ticking away in the subconscious."

"What is it, mind control?" Martha questioned.

"No, no, no, no, no. It's subtler than that. Any stronger and people would question it. But contained in that rhythm, in layers of code, Vote Saxon. Believe in me. Whispering to the world. Oh, yes! That's how he hid himself from me, because I should have sensed there was another Time Lord on Earth. I should have known way back. The signal cancelled him out."

"But why didn't it work on Raven?" I questioned. "If the Master knows that…"

"He doesn't know I stayed behind. He thinks I'm with the rest of the team since I didn't report my injury so he has no reason to know that I wouldn't go. And he has no reason to know that I'm not influenced. Hell, even if he has access to Torchwood records, he doesn't know I survived and became Raven Smith, second in Command of Torchwood." Raven explained.

"You're monitoring Cardiff on your own. How's your stomach? You healing okay?" I leaned forward with a frown. "You haven't been called out to deal with anything have you? No Weevils? Cause you aren't healed enough to be dealing with those especially without Owen."

"It's okay, Jack. I'm being careful. And I'm healing. I haven't left the base since… well." I closed my eyes when she trailed off.

"Raven, I'm okay. I woke up. I always wake up." I shot a look to the Doctor to keep him quiet.

"Will you?" She asked hesitantly.

"Of course. This isn't something The Doctor can fix. Explain, but not fix." I smiled sadly at the phone. "I will always come back."

"But then you'll always be alone. Once I'm gone, will you go with the Doctor? He's life span is longer than any human could ever hope to be." Raven questioned. I looked to the Doctor, he was uncomfortable and I knew he couldn't have me travel with him long term. Not when I was unnatural to him. Even if I could convince him to visit, he wouldn't stay in my life.

"I do good here on Earth. And I'll always be here, to do good when the Doctor's saving the rest of the universe. And you're my bright spot, you and all the others. You will always be my bright spot." I smiled sadly. I couldn't think of the future deaths and lost, but I knew Raven needed to be reassured that although I had her now, I would be okay when she was gone. It's what gave her the strength to stay with me. "Now, you sure you're safe? That you're keeping an eye on your wound. Saxon is not the sort of person I want you to meet face to face."

"Who is this Saxon? This Master? Doctor, do you know much about him? What he's planning with this hypnotism and Toclafane? Will you be able to stop him?" Raven questioned, changing the subject to something more pertinent than her health or my inability to die.

"The Master, he was." The Doctor sighed, leaning back on his chair and fiddling with the phone. "He was my best friend. And my worst enemy. We used to run across the red fields together. Then, he changed. And he started trying to kill me and the other civilisations and I had to stop him. I've stopped him so many times over the years… but I thought he perished. Died fighting for what was right." The Doctor sighed. "The Master's mind was lost when he was eight. You see, there was this ritual, an initiation before we go to the Academy. We stare into the heart of the untampered schism, some are scared, some inspired, some run away and some… go insane."

"And what about you? Which were you?" Martha questioned.

"Ran away. I never really stopped." The Doctor smiled.

"So the Master was driven insane, and he's always been insane? Do you have any insight into his character? The sort of thing he would normally do?" Raven prompted.

"Rule the Earth. He's been the king before or at least, controlled a robot king. And now he's the Prime Minister, has the power to supress people through hypnotising the world and he might just have an army on the way." The Doctor explained.

"So what are you going to do? I can offer you tech support. Jack has spare coms in his jacket so you can be patched through to me without the phone. I'm also research capable. If you need me to block or change some CCTV footage so you can get around, you let me know. Make me useful," Raven requested.

"Useful from the base. Safe in the bunker." I warned. "I don't need you out here when I know you've already been shot for me."

"Shot! That's what is wrong with her stomach." The Doctor demanded.

"Sorry." I winced glancing to the phone in worry. "I forgot."

"It's fine." Raven laughed. "Doctor, the injury was minor and Jack had already been shot four times when I was shot. He couldn't do anything about it."

"Not put you in a position where you had to deal with guns, would have been a good start." The Doctor glared at me.

"He got me off the streets. He gave me a home, a job and someone who cares for me. If he hadn't, the bullet wound I took wouldn't be to the stomach. A non-vital injury that missed all my organs. It would have been to my head, or my heart. Now, you stop glaring at him Doctor! Because I owe him just as much as I owe you. In fact, I owe him more. You may have saved me and healed my injures, but he picked me up and gave me trust."

I smiled sadly at this. She had spoken to me, only a handful of times, but it was enough, to know that she was grateful for what the Doctor had done for her. But she was angry at him for abandoning me, and that didn't really balance out. The three of them should probably sit down and talk at some point. You know, when they weren't trying to figure out what was happening.

"Doctor, we need to figure out how to stop the Master. You got a plan yet?" I asked, diverting the conversation after the Doctor's meaningful silence.

"I think so. We know how the Master is doing it. Which means…"

"We can fight back."