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Chapter Three
''Miss Jones, Good morning to you.'' The chilling voice spoke again, Martha sat up from the floor she had been laying on. She had been taken to a small room, or building, she wasn't quite sure which, all she knew was that she had been handcuffed, and threw down onto the floor, left alone in the dark for hours, until he came back. Now, he forced her to her feet and threw her down into a chair, and handcuffed her again to the arms. At least the seat was comfortable. ''How are you feeling this morning, Miss Jones?'' Martha didn't answer, she turned her head away from him, staring into the darkness of the window.
''Anything? No? Anything?'' He waved a hand infront off her eyes, but she didn't flinch or move. ''Oh come on Martha, chin up. Smile..What about a friend?...Ah now i've got your attention!'' Martha had turned to face him. Had he got the Doctor too? Two guards entered the room, both gripping Donna's struggling arms. Martha felt slightly disappointed that the Doctor wasn't here with her.
''What do you want with me?'' Martha asked him, her voice sounding slightly venomous.
''Ah ah..'' He waved a finger infront of her face. ''Manners are everything, Miss Jones. In order to get your answers, you must be nice to me.''
Martha breathed heavily, and reluctantly did as she was told. ''What do you want with me? Master.''
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The Doctor pushed the co-ordinates for Donna's house, then pulled a lever, the TARDIS fading out of view. It arrived at it's destination a few yards away, the Doctor ran out, banging heavily on the door. An old, frail looking man answered the door, his spectacles hanging lop-sidedly off his nose. ''Can i help you?'' The man looked at him, noticing his odd choice of attire.
''Is Donna in? I really need to see her'' The Doctor rushed his words, giving the man barely enough time to understand what he said, the Doctor hopped from foot to foot impatiently.
''Oh...Donna...She..er...She went travelling. I'm her grandad you see. I told her not to go far, 'cause you hear about these things-- here do you need the toilet?'' The man questioned.
''No, i'm fine. Has she been back in the last hour or so?'' The Doctor asked, growing more irritated by the second.
''No...Hang on...No...Oh wait a minute...No, that was John, Barbara, Stacey...'' The man said to himself, poking his nose everytime he mentioned a new name. ''...Janey and the twins, Lucas, Sean...No, no sign of Donna.''
''Ok, thanks.''The Doctor forced a smile and headed back to the TARDIS.
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The Master rose to his feet, choosing to ignore Martha's question, instead heading over to Donna, and pulled a large rope from out of his pocket. It seemed that most -if not all- of the Timelords were presented with a coat containing pockets bigger on the inside. The Master tied Donna's hands together behind her back, then tying her once more to a pipe.
'' Oi! Gerroff me! You...Thing, you...Martian!!'' Donna yelled, her voice bellowed through the Master's ear.
''On second thoughts...'' The Master smiled at Martha, then at Donna, and pulled a roll of duck tape from his pocket. Minutes later, Donna's mouth had been covered with more than one piece of tape. The Master pulled Martha's chair over to a quiter area of the room, where Donna's muffled speech couldn't be heard.
''Now...Miss Jones. Do you really think your Doctor is going to save you?'' A dark grin spread across the Master's face.
''I asked you a question.'' Martha retorted. ''What do you want with me? Planning to blow up the Earth again? Destroy every living thing until there's nothing left? That's what you're usually up to isn't it?''
''Oh no, Martha. It's not about taking over the Universe! Not this time!'' He leaned closer to her, staring intensely into her eyes, his face inches from hers. ''This time...It's about revenge.''
''And what about Donna. What's she got to do with this?''
''Donna here...'' The Master replied, getting to his feet and running towards the redhead, tapping her lightly on the cheek. ''...Donna is here for fun. We can't have her ruining the plan. Can we?''
''What plan?'' Martha pressed on.
''Persistant little witch aren't you?'' The Master walked towards her once more, kneeling beside her. ''What you've got to ask yourself Martha, is whether your lovely Doctor man will save you this time? I mean...Let's face it. You're no Rose Tyler. You hope that you can replace her, right? Oh it's no good shaking your head Miss Jones. I know the truth. You hoped that if you spent enough time with him, you could make him fall in love with you, right? Oh but that plan didn't work out...So you decided to stay at home, and focus on your poor distraught family. But really you thought it would show the Doctor how much he needs you...But that didn't go to plan either, because he found old rusty here...'' The Master ran back to Donna, and flicked her forehead. ''And they went off for a whole year together, right? Not bothering to phone you just to say hello...'' The Master pulled a mocking-sad face. ''So what's the plan now Miss Jones? You're runnning out of options.''
''You've got it wrong!'' Martha yelled at him.
''No, Martha. I have it perfectly right. Because the truth is...Even though you love your Doctor with your sad, pathetic, one little heart, the Doctor's hearts will always belong to someone else.
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The Doctor fumbled around with the controls of the TARDIS, hoping to find a solution to finding Martha, and the now disappeared Donna. ''AHA!'' He yelled, ''Aw, i could kiss you!'' He continued, talking to the TARDIS beams. Running to the recently occupied room of Donna's, he grabbed a shoe that she had worn on the Titanic replica. The Doctor took a second glance at the shoe, then at his own clothes. ''How did she convince me to wear these??'' He asked himself, and ran to change into his trademark suit and plimsolls. Once more he set off down the corridor, feeling more comfortable in his true clothing. The Doctor hesitated before entering Martha's room, somehow feeling he was invading her privacy, even though it was an urgent task to be done. He finally walked in, and took the red jacket she had worn so often on their travels. Something on her bed caught his eye. A small blue book, with seemingly little importance, but he grabbed it anyway, and set of towards the control station. The Doctor put both the jacket and the shoe into two separate holes of the control beams -holes that hadn't been there before- and pushed more buttons and levers. He waited while the TARDIS scanned certain areas of the universe, but decided to flick through Martha's book to pass the time. He read a small paragraph of the book, which seemed to be a journal or diary of some sort, moaning about battling Daleks and men with pigs faces. Humans, The Doctor thought, always whining about one thing or another... He read on, his face becoming more intense at what he found.
...He does this kind of thing for a living, i don't quite think he understands that this is a bit much to take in for a normal human being.
That's another thing. He's not even human. How can you travel with someone who isn't human? (Not that i'm complaining, but...You don't learn about Timelords and spacewalking Rhino's at school.) Back to the point. I barely know him, -the man has two hearts for pete's sake- but that doesn't change the fact that there's just...something about him. I just wish he'd recognise me. Look at me as a person, and not of someone he's reminded of. Not as a human that can do extraordinary things. Is it too much to ask for a bit of background info? All i know is that he's the last of his kind. 900 years old and thats all he has to tell me?
The Doctor was distracted from his readings; the TARDIS had managed to locate both Donna and Martha. They were at the same place. On board Archangel satellite 14.
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Ooh...The Doctor found Martha's diary! The Master has returned! Eeek! Hides behind computer screen