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Prisoners and Escapees

"Doctor, you are going to get us out of this, aren't you?" the Master muttered matter-of-factly as the Temperon shuffled forwards, growling threateningly.

"Give me an idea on how I'm going to manage that and I'll happily put it into practice," The Doctor replied, calmly, staring at the advancing beast with wide eyes. He pushed his way back, Rose bumping along with him as she struggled against the Master's chains, clearly wanting to bolt.

Most unlike Rose… but then again, under the circumstances…

"No escape, Doctor," Lyena said, grinning. "Your other selves saved you, once. But there's no-one to come to your rescue this time."

The Doctor had been thinking along the same lines, as he glanced desperately over his shoulder at the Master, who was contemplating Rose's sharp teeth, then studying the Temperon's.

"Don't you even consider setting Rose onto it! She wouldn't stand a chance!" he ordered, shaking his head violently as he continued to stumble backwards.

His feet nudged the protruding stone once again, and this time he lost his balance, falling on top of it with a soft cry of surprise. He hissed in pain as his hands hit it first, but was saved finding a way to stumble to his feet when the stone fell through the floor, leaving a gaping hole in its place and causing the ground to disappear from beneath him.

The outraged roars of the Sirens echoed down after him, before disappearing into Rose's howls and screeches of terror and the Master's cries of shock. All coupled together like an out-of-tune choir, his head thumped dangerously as the howling wind whipped at his clothes.

Not good. Really not good. Oh, not good at all.

"Oh my God, Ron!" Ginny screeched as she darted forwards, flinging herself down beside him. "Ron, wake up! What happened?"

Ron groaned and sat up slowly, his eyes falling unfocused on a point some three feet over Ginny's shoulder. She placed a shaking hand on his forehead, before checking his heart rate. The twins kept back, half guarding, half watching with uncharacteristic concern. Harry knelt on Ron's other side, a steady hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, my head," Ron grumbled, his eyes sliding in and out of focus. He blinked a few times, then stared at Ginny's flushed face, taking in her almost tearful expression with a look of mingled surprise and concern. "Hiya, Gin, what's the matter?"

Ginny and Harry swapped an incredulous look as the twins stepped up behind them, staring at Ron, who stared curiously back.

"Are we all sat in the dark for a reason, guys?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

Harry shuffled slowly forwards, into clearer view, unable to hide his shock.

"Er, Ron? Do you know what's going on?" he asked, nervously.

"'Course I do! We're clearing out the garage! Come on, Harry, any fool can see we're in dad's garage. Though it looks like we've finished, seeing as how there's nothing left in here… must have banged my head on a shelf, or something…" and he lapsed into silence, rubbing his head.

Ginny felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she reached for Ron's hand.

"Ron," she whispered, staring intently at him. "We're in the Underworld."

Ron blinked, gazing back, his eyes still oddly misted. He paused.

"Nah, don't be ridiculous, Gin! Why on Earth would we be there? Underworld, indeed."

"Take a look around, little bro," Fred called suddenly, glancing nervously at George who was watching Ron with a wide-eyed look of disbelief plastered to his face.

"But there's nothing to look at," Ron replied, frowning, as he stared at Fred as though he was crazy for suggesting something so ludicrous.

"He's lost it," George murmured, shaking his head.

"Ron, listen to me," Harry spoke up, a sharp edge to his words as he stared intently at his best friend. "We're in the Underworld. We're here to find out about Voldemort's Horcruxes. We're here with The Doctor and Rose, and we split up into groups of two to search about down here for someone with even the slightest clue about what's going on with this endless war. You went with Hermione, remember?"

"Hermione…" Ron muttered, gazing at the black wall behind Harry. His eyes widened in horror as something clicked into place. He gasped and stumbled desperately to his feet, leaning against Harry for support as he struggled to find his footing. "God, Hermione!"

"What? What's wrong, Ron? What about Hermione? Where is she?" Ginny asked desperately.

"We, we were attacked, these weird things," he whispered wildly, urgently. "Strange, awful, wolfish things with sharp teeth. There were two of them, the same corridor as us, and one attacked Hermione, but I managed to pull her free. We were running, down one corridor, then up another, then we sort of doubled back a bit, thinking we could shake 'em off, but they'd tracked us. There was a fork ahead of us, and I lost 'Mione there, she must have gone the wrong way, but the two things decided to follow me instead of her. She must still be wandering around on her own, somewhere. I managed to shake those things off, but I sort of… dropped down here. Don't know what happened, the rest's a blank."

Harry squinted up through the darkness at the ceiling, thinking.

"Gin, give me a leg up," he muttered hurriedly, passing his wand to Ron, who took that as a cue to take out his own, as well. Ginny stepped forwards, her eyebrows raised, but obliged, taking a hold of Harry's foot as he pushed himself up, clinging onto her shoulder to balance himself.

"What're you looking for?" she groaned as she struggled against his weight.

"An opening," he muttered vaguely, his hands skirting over the wet surface of the stone ceiling. "Aha!" he called as his right hand disappeared into nothing. The lack of a supporting surface caused him to lose his balance, and Ginny fell to the ground below him, her own legs giving way as his dropped a few inches backwards.

"Ow," she grumbled, rubbing her back as she clambered once again to her feet. Fred and George snickered, and even Ron couldn't restrain a smile, despite his unease. Harry stood up again and reached for her hand, pulling her straight, then tilted his head back to stare at the area of complete blackness above his head, the place where the opening was.

"You fell through that, Ron. Must have hit your head, or something, when you landed. Do you know how long you were out for?"

"Not a clue, but we need to get back up there. We've got to find Hermione."

"Agree whole-heartedly with you there, Ron. But how we're going to do it, I have no idea. Maybe if we -"

The rest of Harry's sentence was drowned out by a loud chorus of indignant and horrified shrieks coming from the vast black void above their heads. Five teenage wizards tilted back their heads, staring in shock as three black and screaming shapes tumbled down through the hole, only deciding to move aside to avoid being hit when they realised the speed at which their company was falling. Harry raised his wand and with one movement, slowed their descent.

As the three figures hit the ground, silencing the cries immediately, Ginny let loose an intensely relieved sigh and shot forwards, running to the one figure she recognised, the one wearing the pinstriped suit.

Only to wish she'd stayed back as she took in his somewhat mangled appearance. Her screams were enough to shake the very foundations on which they stood. The twins, Harry and Ron backed away slowly into the wall, staring in horror, as blood began to soak the floor beneath them.

Almost four hours had past since Teri had been ushered unwillingly from Jack's company. He had fallen into a light doze as he waited, his mind slipping unconsciously into long, blackened corridors surrounded by locked doors and screaming walls. Not the most pleasant of environments, he admitted to himself, as he wandered aimlessly down one corridor to his left, following a faint scent of lavender and honeysuckle. His feet stopped him beside a wrought iron gate and he paused, considering it, the sweet scent building in strength, before reaching a tentative hand towards it and gripping the ring.

He tugged.

Nothing.

Placing his entire weight behind the rusty handle, he pulled hard at it, earning a slight budge before his strength abandoned him and gravity pulled it back into place. He sighed, thinking. Maybe he could push it instead? He smiled expectantly, reached forwards, his fingertips inches from the rusty iron ring, his breath catching in his throat, the softly gentle and inviting smell wafting happily through his nostrils from the other side of the gate…

Crash!

The cell doors burst open and Teri was thrown face first onto the cold stone floor, her head connecting with the ground with a loud crack as Jack started back to the land of the living.

"Teri!" he cried as she remained motionless. A Dementor glided silently in after her, bringing with it the icy chill and haunting images of a green beam of light being consumed by total and complete blackness. It pulled her soundlessly to her feet, dragging her back to the wall and placing her again in the chains hanging beside Jack. He gasped as the little flickering flame light from the outer corridor illuminated her face. She looked completely drained, exhausted, broken. Jack felt hatred bleed through his veins as the Dementor's rattling breaths quietened as it swept from the room, slamming the door behind it.

Jack rattled desperately at his chains, the tinny sound echoing eerily around the chamber. "Teri? Teri, wake up!" he whispered desperately. Straining against his bonds, he stretched forwards with the leg closer to her and tried to touch her. Wincing as his foot connected with her knee, he sighed with relief when she gasped and turned to him, tears flowing freely and glistening against the blackness. "Teri, what the Hell did they do to you?"

"I've seen him, Jack!" she wailed. "I don't think he's going to survive long enough to find us!"

"Wait, wait a minute, you've seen who?"

"I've seen him, and he looks dreadful! I've saved him as best I can, but I don't think it's going to be enough!"

"You've seen The Doctor? How? Why?" Jack's heart was pounding as he shouted desperately, trying to make sense of her words.

"He needed my help, he was dying, so I gave him a new leash of life, he's alive, but in such a terrible condition, and now it's even worse!" she sobbed, shaking. "The Dark Lord knows he's here! He's the reason The Doctor's injured! They were working through my mind again, trying to find another creature to use, but they found my memories, instead, they saw me helping The Doctor, saw me reconnect the TARDIS so he could move, they saw his face, and I was taken into another room… such strange, strange equipment I've never seen, but they completely ignored my thoughts when they rigged me up, they focused on his face instead and then somehow used that to dig up so much about his past. A man, dunno who he was but he had an awful sneer on his face. I think he was a Time Lord, but I can't be sure… they sent this guy and some other strange creatures to stop him from saving us, and it's worked! He's hurting so much, I did all I could to help his pain while they had me, but as soon as they realised what it was I was doing, they cut my connection!"

Jack gaped at her, not sure if he had understood what she had said or was simply refusing to make complete sense of it.

"Just breaking that down," he muttered, frowning, "The Dark Lord found a memory of you helping The Doctor, realised he was a danger and sent you for another scan to determine things about him, and then sent a dude from his past to stop him from finding you… Right, ok, that makes sense, I think… How have you had a connection with him?" he asked in awe.

"We're both Time Lords, aren't we?" she replied softly, her tears melting away into nothing as her eyes decided she could cry know longer. "It's not always a physical connection, but there is something there between us. The trouble is, I'm sure it's only a one way connection, so I don't suppose he knows about it."

"This is bizarre," Jack muttered. "This morning I was, well it all seems so long ago, now. And to think, all of this happened simply because I fell through some strange hole on floor five hundred…"

Silence.

"Yes, Jack, that's something I need you to tell me about," Teri said after a moment's pause. Jack blinked and stared at her.

"What is?" he asked.

"How did you get here?"

Jack paused, thinking. "Well, I was carrying some equipment to one of the repair droids on deck, but this huge hole appeared in the wall of the ship and I was sucked through it into this huge, black abyss… Then I landed in a room full of hooded creeps who were talking to a guy with red eyes sitting in a great big chair in the middle of this wide, marble hall. Like a throne room, it was massive! And so cold, too… Anyway, they all turned on me at the same time, then I can't remember what happened after that until I woke up in here… The guy with red eyes, that was The Dark Lord, wasn't it?"

Teri nodded resignedly and fell limp, sniffling quietly as the days' events caught up with her.

"I brought him here in the hopes of finding freedom, but I think I'm just making things worse by dragging him into this. I should have left things as they were. Curiosity killed the cat… well, it's certainly doing that, now."

"Hey, come on, now, I feel a little better knowing The Doctor's involved. It just tells me there's a chance we can get out of this. Alright, I admit, the fact that you've let them know our Hero's around and kicking is a bit of a spirit crusher, but still, as long as he's alive, there's hope."

Teri straightened up, her face set, glaring at the cell doors with pure hatred.

"We have got to get out of here, Jack," she said quietly.

"Yep, and I think it's about time we did exactly that. I'm getting bored with the same décor, if I'm honest. And if I meet our friend again, I'll have to give him the number of my decorator."

Teri smiled and dropped her gaze to the shackles around her wrists.

"Right, early seventeenth century metal, rusting and aged but still relatively well maintained. I gather from what we know so far these guys are highly skilled in magic. Which is why these things can hold us even in such a rusty condition. But everything has a weakness, we just need to exploit it and use it to our advantage."

"Are you referring to our witches and wizards problem or these manacles?"

"Both, at the moment."

"Right, well, I've got a laser gun in my right pocket if you can reach it, but it's a little out of my reach at the moment," he mumbled sarcastically. Jack sighed as Teri slumped forwards, frowning, her face scrunched up in concentration. "Forget it, Teri, we're stuck. We'll just have to wait until one of us is called for again, then try to make an escape plan that could actually work then."

A loud zap followed by the clink of falling chains interrupted his rant, and he let out a vehement gasp of surprise.

"Hold still and stop your babbling, Jack," Teri said as she pointed the laser gun at his bound wrists. Jack blinked and his eyes adjusted to see her standing in front of him, smiling, before he hit the floor as his hands were disconnected from the wall.

"Oh my God," he gasped, blinking viciously. "How the Hell did you manage that?"

Teri flashed him a knowing smile as she reached forwards and pulled him to his feet.

"Just a little power I've been working on over the last decade or so."

"Well, why couldn't you have used it before?" he spluttered, gaping like a fish out of water as a faint blush rose in her cheeks.

"I didn't know you had any weapons, did I?" she exclaimed defensively.

Jack simply stared. She blinked and turned away, talking quickly and quietly in the hopes of finding an escape route while he was distracted.

"It's helped me a lot, over the years, though not nearly as much as it has today. I suppose it's genetic, but I'm not certain on that. From books I've read, Telekinesis is a power that's passed down through generations, family member to family member, so at least one of my parents must have possessed it. Or grandparents. Why I've never had the chance to ask or had someone to tell me about it is probably the reason I'm looking for The Doctor. When I discovered I had telekinetic powers, there was no-one to tell me about them or how I should use or control them, no-one to turn to. Until one name cropped up: The Doctor."

Jack shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. Teri frowned at his unease as she'd mentioned The Doctor, but didn't press the matter as he patted the laser gun fatherly after she'd passed it across to him again.

"Right. Now what?" he said.

"Now, we find The Doctor," she replied, her face set. Jack nodded and straightened the gun, directing it at the cell door as they edged towards it.

"Christ, he looks terrible!" Fred muttered. Harry blinked away his shock and ran forwards, dropping onto his knees beside The Doctor as Ginny crouched down on his other side.

"What could have done that?" she whispered tearfully as she reached for his hands, untying them and throwing the rope over her shoulder.

Cold. Freezing cold. His hands were so cold she felt the biting chill of a harsh winter seep through her own fingers, rooting her to the spot.

"I dunno," he muttered vaguely. "Doctor?"

"Hey, Harry, how ya been?" The Doctor slurred back, blinking.

"Oh, you're awake. Sorry I said that," Fred called across, "I didn't mean to offend you, or anything. Just a bit shocked, that's all!"

"Don't worry about it, and in answer to your question, Ginny: Rose could have done this."

The stunned silence was broken by a low growl to Harry's left, and he blinked and looked up. The blonde figure was stirring, too, and he pushed himself to his feet, walking slowly towards her.

"NO!" The Doctor shouted desperately. "Harry, stay back!"

Harry halted and turned to stare questioningly at him, as The Doctor dragged himself upright, swaying slightly. He refocused his vision and walked towards Rose.

As he fell to his knees beside her, Harry, Ron and Ginny approaching cautiously as they stared in disbelief, she opened her eyes and whimpered, arching her back in pain.

"Hey, hush, steady a minute, Rose," The Doctor murmured gently as he placed a shaking hand on her shoulder.

"What's happened to her?" Ginny whispered fearfully. The Doctor spared her a glance before turning back to Rose as she growled in pain.

"Wait here," he muttered to her, squeezing her shoulder gently. He pulled himself to his feet again and wandered across to the Master, who was leaning against the wall, watching with a grim look on his face.

"Where's the cure?" he muttered dangerously, as he stopped directly in front of him.

"That wasn't the deal," the Master shot back, glaring.

"To Hell with the Goddamn deal!" he roared, his hands curling into fists as his eyes narrowed. "You have my word that I will get you out of here, but I need that cure first! She can't move, for God's Sake! Look at the state of her!"

"Would this be it?" came a timidly hopeful voice. The Doctor blinked and spotted Ron shuffling forwards, watching him, his hand outstretched.

"Ron!" he breathed, stumbling forwards. "Thank God! We found Hermione, but you were nowhere -"

"You found Hermione? Where is she?"

The Doctor pointed at the ceiling, shaking his head sadly. Ron nodded in understanding and passed across a small vial of orange liquid, his hand trembling. The Doctor took it, frowning, as the Master hissed with rage. Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it at the Master's heart, his face set.

"One move!" he threatened.

"Where did you find this?" The Doctor muttered distractedly as he raised the vial to eye level, scrutinising it carefully.

"Hermione uncovered it, from a small hole in one of the walls we passed before we were separated. A little nook, it was wedged between two large rocks, almost out of sight. Is it the right one?"

"I don't know, but I suppose there's only one way to find out," he murmured. He turned to the Master, watching him carefully. "This is it, isn't it?"

The Master blinked furiously and dropped his gaze, unable to move as another four wands around him imitated Harry's.

"Yes, I thought so. In a bit of a hurry to hide it, were you? Or was something else attracting your attention? I know you've got something to do with all of this, but how you're involved I have no idea. I promise you I will find out, though," he murmured threateningly.

Ginny cleared her throat and tugged lightly on his sleeve, quickly withdrawing her hand and rubbing vigorously at the blood that had left with it. The Doctor held his gaze for a second before turning to her, and walking back across to Rose.

"Right then, no time like the present. Here you go, Rose," he murmured as he pulled the stopper from the vial and tilted it over her mouth. Remembering Hermione's condition, he killed his hand's movement before he had used a quarter of it, replacing the stopper and sliding it carefully into his breast pocket.

And they waited.

"My Lord... the prisoners have escaped."

A howl of rage reverberated around the great, stone room, leaving a slightly metallic taste clinging fitfully to the air.

"No! How is that possible!" he spat, shaking his head furiously.

Wormtail shuffled ever so slightly backwards, trembling, as he continued to keep his stooped position as straight and proud as possible.

"We don't know, My Lord. It is possible they had outside help, or perhaps they weren't as unarmed as we had first thought."

"Elementary skills that should not have been overlooked, Wormtail! Did you not check before you interrogated them?"

"Yes, sir, but the Dementors are becoming restless. They want payment, and are losing focus of the matters at hand. There is a chance that by the end of the week, they will abandon us -"

"- And my empire will fall flat before we have even begun," Voldemort finished, his words slicing like sharp knives. "I will not let that happen, Wormtail, do you understand? This evening we have placed the final wheels into motion. By testing that machine, my plans have been correctly adjusted and can now enter into the final phase. But we must get her back!"

"Yes, My Lord, we are working on it, but you do know she is of alien origin. And she has intellectual skills to rival your own, rival Dumbledore's even!"

"You will kindly refrain from mentioning that name again in my presence, Wormtail. It displeases me."

"My apologies, My Lord, but I am merely trying to convince you to see just how big a problem we are facing. She is incredibly gifted for such a young age, and I fear we have only given her an extra weapon by handing over Jack Harkness; he has faced his own share of problems with similar circumstances over the years."

"The man is unimportant. Find and dispose of him and that problem will be easily solved. The Girl, however… it is imperative that we bring her back, Wormtail. If this 'Doctor' should discover us, our plans will be ruined. From what I could detect from her memories of him, –which were offensively limited, I might add, - he has power way beyond anything mankind ever known. Another poor, lost soul who believes this battle between good and evil can only have a fairy-tale ending. He must be disposed of, Wormtail, or at least thrown off track. Preferably the former, of course."

Wormtail paused, frowning, his back aching slightly from his prolonged bowing gesture.

"But I thought you'd already sorted that, My Lord? You sent the Master to deal with him for you. Admittedly beyond my understanding, but certainly a solution!"

"Ahh, but that's the thing, Wormtail!" he exclaimed, tapping the arms of his chair affectionately. "This whole situation is beyond your understanding! If you had been paying attention at the time, you would have known that I didn't send the Master to 'deal with him'. I would much rather undertake that delightful task myself. In person."

"I, I don't understand, My Lord," Wormtail muttered, the crease of his brow becoming painful as it failed to be eased.

"No, I don't expect you do, do you?" he sneered. "Still that is beside the point. I know what I am doing and that is the main thing, isn't it? You will simply follow your orders, and find both Harkness and the girl. Kill Jack all you like, but the girl will be brought before me unharmed. Any more mistakes and I will be handing out painful repercussions to you in her place, Wormtail. You have been warned."

"Yes, My Lord."

Voldemort nodded curtly, and Wormtail bowed even lower, sweat coating his brow as he straightened up again. He shuffled as quickly from the room as he could without looking suspicious, closing the door to the vast hall with a snap behind him. Voldemort straightened in his chair, staring at the door, a small smile breaking his lopsided features as the flickering candlelight from the brackets on the wall beside him illuminated his fathomless red eyes.

"Yes, one more attack and her barriers will snap. And then, we shall see who is all powerful, Doctor."

A soft, snickering laugh echoed eerily around the room, as he waved a hand once, abruptly plunging the hall into an unnatural darkness.

Hmm, not my favourite, but it's pushing things along, slowly but surely…

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