Yet another one that is un-beta'd. I just feel that I've left you all waiting FAR too long. Seriously, I feel really guilty. Especially since I think I might have had this one finished since last month.

So, this is where we REALLY bring the Master and the Doctor into it. It really wasn't a good idea for Rose to call. I've taken this chapter easy in the 'torture' department. After he's had a little bit of fun, the Master is actually quite nice.

But don't worry, it's only the clam before the storm. Things will eventually get much worse.

Oh, and in this chapter, more secrets and mysteries will be revealed.

Enjoy!


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Captured

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Rose stared dully at the wall, this was the most upset she had felt since she'd been here. But no matter how much she tried to shake it off, she just had the feeling something was wrong. She was feeling so down, that even the twins were rather subdued.

He was out. That was all. It's not like he spent every moment on the TARDIS. Actually, sometimes she had to talk him into spending whole days on the TARDIS… unless she needed repairs. He was fine. She'd call him tomorrow and he would come.

Sighing, she looked over at Sarah Jane and Luke who were trying to get the twins to sleep. But neither of them wanted to sleep. Jack was hungry and Gallifreya just simply refused, she wasn't tried - god, she was probably going to have insomnia even by the Doctor's standards! But both of them were agitated. They could feel their mother's worry and they could felt that something else was not right.

Suddenly the doors crashed open. But it was not an overexcited messenger this time. The room swarmed with Toclafane and they herded people up against the wall. A few men charged in after and began searching people. They were looking for someone. Someone specific.

Just then, a sphere blipped as it flew right up to her. "This is the girl," it said in a high pitched girly voice. "This is the one the Master wants." And in a flash, all the guards converged on her and were dragging her out of the house. Tom, Sarah Jane, Luke and many others all tired to protest, but were driven back by the Toclafane. One shot out its spikes, ready to kill Tom.

Rose was scared, but she didn't want anyone dying for her. "Stop!" she cried. "I'll come with you! Please, just leave them alone!" The Toclafane seemed to consider this a moment, then its spikes slipped back in.

Sarah Jane gave Rose a fear-filled look, Gallifreya was held tightly in her arms and the twins were crying. They hadn't cried once since they had been born. Rose sent her a look, and she knew that she couldn't give them away. She had to take care of them for her. Everything would turn out alright. It had to.

After a long last (well, hopefully not last) look at her children, Rose allowed herself to be led out and into a helicopter.

?...DW…?

In a matter of minutes, she was above the clouds on an airship. It was utterly freezing and she was glad when they pushed her indoors… and then she was alone. The doors around her were locked, but no one was escorting her or anything.

She may be able to escape. Eagerly, she began to search for open doors. Perhaps one would lead to a hanger or something. She tried to push down an uneasy, nauseous feeling that tugged at her stomach. Part of her felt like she was going to vomit. Something was really wrong here.

Eventually, after what seemed like an hour or two she found her way into a large empty room. It appeared to be the main deck… but where was everyone. Why would they bring her to a deserted ship?

"Rose!" she barely had time to turn before she was being swept up in a hug. "I can't believe you're here! How did this happen?" the man cried delightedly. When he put her down, Rose was able to get a better look. The man was wearing a black suit and had short, dark hair. His brown eyes were so dark that they were nearly black and had a tinge of madness and age in them. "Right, no time, sorry. Come on, we've got to get out of here. Allons-y!"

He grabbed her hand and went to run, but jerked back when she didn't move. "Who are you?" she asked. The man's face fell.

"Rose, it's me… the Doctor," he said, sounding slightly hurt. She knew he was lying.

"No you're not," she said firmly. Yet again she tried to stifle that nauseous feeling. But it was getting stronger.

"I am… I've regenerated again. What do you think?" He spun on the spot with his arms out to show her.

"You're not the Doctor," she said.

"Look, two hearts!" He grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest. She felt the two beats beneath her hands, but she still knew he was lying. "And the last thing I said to you was: 'Quite right, too. And, I suppose, if there's-"

"You're not the Doctor!" she said again, more forcefully. "I don't know who you are, how you know what he said, or how you have two hearts. But you're not the Doctor. My memories may be completely scrambled, but I know my Doctor, and you're not him."

"And what makes you think that?" the man's warm demeanour dropped slightly.

"You don't feel like him."

"Of course I don't! I've regenerated, a whole new body, whole new personality. You know what it's like!"

"No, you don't feel like him up here," she tapped the side of his head. "I never really noticed that before… not until he was gone…"

The man laughed, it sounded a little too cold. "You can't feel another's mind! You're human, you don't have any telepath-" Suddenly Rose gasped and doubled over as the feeling became too much for her. She felt it, she knew then what was wrong. "Rose!" the man cried in alarm. She could tell it was faked.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, straightening up and turning her furious eyes upon the man. "What the hell have you done to the TARDIS?" she shouted. "What the hell have you done to her? She's sick! Can't you hear her? She's screaming! She's in pain! She's-" Rose doubled over again and had to take shallow breaths to keep form chucking up all over the deck.

"I can't hear anything," the man said quite honestly (well, concerning the TARDIS, anyway). "I promise, the TARDIS is-"

"Doctor!" she suddenly cried as she felt a slight flutter against her mind. It was like the twins, only this time it was more familiar. Now completely ignoring the man, she turned and ran to where she felt him. She just knew where he was, like something was pointing him out to her.

She ran to the tent at the side of the room and pulled the flap back. Inside sat the Doctor, old and withered, with is hands tied to the tent post and his mouth gagged. He was looking at her in utter shock, as if he didn't believe she was really there.

"Oh god, what's happened to you?" she said softly. She knew that his age was not natural. He shouldn't look this old. She quickly untied him and pulled the gag from his mouth.

"Rose…" he rasped in disbelief.

"Shh, it's okay," she smiled. She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek as she untied the rope with the other.

Despite the horrid nauseating feeling, the sensation of feeling his presence beside her mind again, made her feel so much better. It was like she had finally taken her first breath of air, when she hadn't known she had been drowning for so long. And to feel his skin beneath hers was wonderful. Her memories were still fairly scrambled, but if one thing was clear, she loved this man more than anything. She could feel it.

Slowly an excruciating headache started blooming in her head to go with the sick feeling. She was so distracted by it that she didn't hear the Doctor's warning. So she was surprised when she was jerked back by her collar and forced to stand up. The man who had claimed to be the Doctor earlier leered down at her maliciously.

"So this is the great Rose Tyler," he sneered. "Welcome aboard the Valiant, Valiant Child. It was named after you actually. Found one of the Doctor's notes in the TARDIS with what the 'beast' / 'devil' / 'what ever it was' said written on it. I thought it would be the perfect reminder for him. We wouldn't want him forgetting you now, would we? After all, he's already replaced you. A girl name Martha Jones… quite beautiful for a human, don't you think, Doctor?"

The Doctor only growled in response. But the name rung through Rose's head… Martha Jones… that was the girl who was walking the Earth…

The thought was pushed forcefully from her mind as it exploded in pain, and she dropped to her knees, clutching her head. She was barely aware of the pain-filled moans and whimpers that were escaping her lips. Or the Doctor calling her name. Images and voices and emotions sped through her head, faster than she could handle. But she could feel them, they were her memories. Getting stronger. They had been restrained for so long. At first she had been getting them back in drips, then trickles, then streams. But now the dam had broken and it was searing her mind with the intensity.

"They're coming-" she gasped attempting standing up, her sentence cut off as she resisted the feeling of nausea again. "So many," she moaned, only managing to stand doubled over. "Too many. It's back!"

"Rose!" the Doctor cried, panicked. "Master, leave her alone. Stop it! She hasn't done anything!"

"I'm not doing anything," the Master said raising his hands. "I think she went insane all on her own. Hmm, we may get along after all," he grinned.

"Make it stop!" she hissed. "Please make it stop. I don't want to remember…" she said as the feelings and emotions of their separation finally came back to her. It was torture. Her heart was breaking oh so painfully right here, when he was with her.

And suddenly the memories stopped. She was still missing the last few months in the parallel world, but the rest of her life as back in order. She could remember it all. She would have whooped for joy if her skull wasn't still being prised open.

When it finally calmed down to a dull throb, she was curled in a ball on the ground. She was shaking and her breath was coming out in sharp gasping pants, like she had been crying.

"Rose…?" she could hear the Doctor's frail voice.

"I'm okay," she tried to reassure him. But everyone knew she was lying.

Suddenly the Master began to laugh. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun." He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her up roughly. "What do you think Doctor, what should we do with our little prize here, first."

"Leave her alone," the Doctor growled.

"Aww, but I've got such good ideas planned. I was going to get her to work with our lovely Tish and Francine, but that's too easy. Fine, I do have a heart… two of them. I'll let you two have a little bit of a catch up. Then the real fun begins."

He snapped his fingers and a bunch of people came in, including a few women in maid outfits and a good amount of guards. One of them handed the Master a pair of long chained handcuffs. He closed one end around her wrist, before dragging her over to the rail, looping it through, and cuffing her other wrist. She was just out of reach of the tent.

The Master took a second pair of shorter handcuffs and chained one of the Doctor's wrists to the centre post of the tent.

"Hmm, no touch… now why does this seem so familiar," the Master mused. Then he turned away laughing.

?...DW…?

"Rose… are you alright?" the Doctor croaked quietly.

"As alright as I can be in this situation," she replied. She was overjoyed that she had the majority of her memories back, and that she was with the Doctor again, but those two good things were heavily outweighed by the bad. She was trapped on a ship, chained up. Something had happened to the Doctor. The Master, some kind of Time Lord psychopath wanted to hurt her. And she was separated from her children.

It felt horrible, this separation. She could feel how far way they were. And she could feel their distress. They missed her. They wanted her back. They were panicking. Using as much energy as she could afford, she pushed feelings of reassurance through the bond. She felt them calm, somewhat, but she knew they still weren't happy.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"Dimension Cannon. I was working on it before… well, before my mind got screwed up," she whispered back.

"Hang on, what do you mean 'mind got screwed up', you said something about that before."

"Something happened to me, back on the parallel world. I still can't remember what. But my mind made no sense. I only just got most of my memories back."

"So, no need to miss me," he tried to joke, but his eyes were too sad. Looking in them, they seemed so much darker, and so much sadder. The look in his eyes was worse than when she first met him. Terribly horrible things must have happened while she was gone.

"No, I still missed you. Those pinstripes are pretty hard to forget," she attempted a grin. "Had no idea who you were, but I still knew I was missing something. It still… hurt. But anyway, I was there for at least four months before it happened."

Then she thought of something. Huh… she had been pregnant for four months before she lost everything… How had she not noticed that?

"I missed you too," he whispered. "So much." She wasn't expecting the tears that rose in her eyes.

"Doctor, what has he done to the TARDIS? It hurts."

"He's turned it into a Paradox Machine. It's allowing two different times to exist together, with out cancelling the other out. It's holding it stable. Probably weakened the wall between the worlds, which is how you were able to get here… Hang on, you can fell the TARDIS?"

"Erm, yeah, I guess," she said. "I just feel… sick, and in pain. It didn't start until I was near the ship and it gets stronger the more I moved that way." She pointed in the direction it seemed worse. "I don't know, something in me just thought it was the TARDIS."

"If I could reach you, I would be checking your mind right now. You shouldn't be able to feel the TARDIS, or me for that matter. You shouldn't even have the slightest telepathic ability."

"I don't know, but a lot of things have changed," she said honestly. "If I'm not even a little telepathic, then how did I feel you and the-" she cut herself off before she said 'twins'. It really wouldn't be fair to tell him like that. And she had a feeling the Master had cameras and / or microphones around here. She couldn't let him find out about the twins. "TARDIS," she said instead. It wasn't exactly a lie either. "I didn't even notice anything until we were separated. It just seemed… normal, like it was natural, like it had always been there… Then just… nothing. I felt empty. I - I became desperate to find a way back. Spent as much time as I could working on the Dimension Cannon… I think I went a little mad… And, ah, anyway, that's all I can remember," she said quickly. "There's just a month of absolutely nothing, and five of just jumble. That's six months of memory gone. Oh well, they probably weren't very good. Still, it would have been nice to remember…" '…being pregnant.'

"I'm so sorry, Rose," he murmured. "I… I can't think how this could have happened. When we get out of here, I'll have to run some tests to make sure you're okay." He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "It's been a long two years without you."

"Two years!" Rose cried. "It's only been about nine months for me!"

"How long have you been back?" he asked.

"Little under a week. Sarah Jane took care of me while my mind was a mess."

"She's alright?"

"As much as you can be in this situation," she told him. "Doctor, what happened here? And who's this Master guy? He can't really be a Time Lord, can he?"

"He is," the Doctor said mournfully. "An old friend, actually. He ran away from the Time War and used this device to make him human. We found him in the year 100 Trillion - the end of the universe. He had no idea who he really was… the device gives you a whole other life in your head and stores your memories and DNA code in a watch. Anyway, he opened the watch and became himself again, hijacked the TARDIS back to 2006 and turned her into a Paradox Machine."

"That's why she's screaming…" Rose murmured. She felt tears in her eyes. It was all too much. The TARDIS, what had happened to the Doctor, being separated from her children… As if they could sense that thought, another wave of loneliness washed through her bond with them.

"Rose, are you alright?" the Doctor asked her, sounding worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. Because what else was she supposed to tell him. She couldn't let him know about their children. Because then the Master would know. And who knew what he would do if he found out. She shuddered just thinking of what he had in store for her.

Sadly she fingered the letter in her pocket. And tried to think of a way she could let him know.

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So, what do you think? I thought it would be funny to have the Master try and trick Rose into thinking he was the Doctor, and use her like that. But she's telepathic and knew the difference. And that, my friends, is also a piece of the puzzle as to the memory problem.

Also, I thought I would be nice and let her have all her memories back. Except the month before the memory problems started. But the five months after that are irreversible. In the next chapter, she's going to remember another thing though.

Now, I'm only evil mastermind level 1. I'm not very good with coming up with horrible and evil things. And I need was the Master can torture Rose and the Doctor. After reading this, do you have any ideas? Because I need a whole platoon of ideas and one or two he can carry out. Remember that he cant exactly get into her head, her mind is too strong.