-Four years earlier-
"Martha, Mickey, my office," Jack ordered once the morning meeting was over. The other's exchanged glances as the two stood following Jack out of the meeting room and up to his office. He closed the door behind them as they took a seat. Going around his desk he sat down. He opened one of the drawers pulling out a single manila folder. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night and clear a few things up about why I was so angry you had gone against my orders." He opened the folder pulling out the first picture passing it to Martha. She took one look at the man, a gasp escaping.
"But he's dead," Martha declared.
"That's what I thought," Jack agreed.
"Who is he?" Mickey wondered not recognizing the blonde man in the form-fitting black suit.
"He is a very dangerous Time Lord called the Master. Before you returned to our universe, he took over the Earth killing billions of people and was planning on destroying the rest of the universe as well. The Doctor reset time to stop him and after the Master was shot the Doctor said that he died. I'm not sure if the Doctor lied to us or if the Master has found some way to come back. What I do know, is that he is currently with the Doctor." Jack passed them another picture and Martha took it as well. She looked at the lythe Time Lord they had once traveled with. She agreed with Jack that he was far too skinny and she could see the marks clearly on his arms from being jabbed with a needle. His eyes told the same story as Jack as she could see the once vibrant eyes were almost hollow and lifeless.
"We have to help him," Martha declared as Jack finished explaining what he knew.
"You're right we do. I just don't know how. The Master is clearly drugging him to manipulate him. I don't know with what or what the Doctor is actually doing with the men who enter his room. I don't think he is hurting them but I am reluctant to send anyone in," Jack explained.
"I'll go," Mickey offered.
"It's too dangerous. While you have never met the Master, he may know who you are due to using his telepathy to invade the Doctor's thoughts. It is the same reason I haven't sent Ianto. I can't risk either of you on the slight chance that you can get past the Master. And even if you do, we have no way to safely extract the Doctor from London. His TARDIS is usually locked up in the room with him and the Master is always nearby," Jack explained.
"I know how to safely sedate him, which would allow us to move him if we can get close enough," Martha spoke up.
"And how do you suggest we do that or get past the Master?" Jack wondered. He had no problems killing the man who should have already been dead. The problem came knowing that the Doctor would never forgive him for making him the last Time Lord again.
"There has to be a way," Martha answered.
"I agree. You're welcome to try to find one, but only from the safety of Cardiff and not during working hours. In the meantime, I don't want any of you setting foot in London until we figure this out. Is that understood?" Jack asked.
"Perfectly," Mickey answered and Martha nodded. Martha left the pictures on the desk as the two of them left the office. Alone, Jack returned the pictures to the file. He placed the folder back in his desk then poured himself a shot of whiskey. He drank it quickly as he wondered if he made the right choice telling Martha and Mickey. Needing a distraction, he left his office to find his favorite coffee boy.