AN: Right so as I said before, BBC owns this, I don't. Sorry if it seems a little cut off. It was getting abit to long and the rest needs some serious editing to get myself over the mental brick wall I wrote myself into. Hope you enjoy it.

The trip ended up taking closer to two weeks instead of the expected one week. It was still unbelievably fast by 21st century human standards, but for the two time lords it was agonisingly slow.

They tried to land as gently as possible, but materialized about 30ft above the ground and hovered for a few seconds while the Tardis made horrible groaning sounds instead of its normal 'vworp' before gravity suddenly set in, sending the time machine crashing to ground, and hurling the two time lords inside to the floor. To surprised bystanders the entire procedure looked like something out of a cartoon.

The Master slowly opened his eyes. From what he could tell he was on his back since he was pretty sure the fuzzy thing he was looking at was the ceiling. And if it was fuzzy that meant he must have hit his head, and most likely had a concussion, which was sure to put him in a bad mood. He took the time to feel if anything else was hurt, and satisfied with only one wrist that might be sprained, and the very, very probable concussion he slowly eased himself up.

The Doctor knew he must be injured when the Master offered him a hand to get back on his feet, but considering how much the world was spinning and his entire body felt like he'd been run over, he gladly accepted it.

"You look like a proper mess." The Master stated dryly. The Doctor had evidently hit his face on the controls before hitting the floor, and now seemed to have a broken nose, and had blood on his suit and cuts and bruises here and there.

"I must if you offer help." He gently prodded his nose, yep, it was most certainly broken. "We probably should clean ourselves up before finding out where we are."

A quick visit to the Tardis med-bay and a change of clothes later and they were feeling significantly better and ready to explore their surroundings.

"Cardiff." They echoed each other when they stepped outside. "Do you have to sound so happy about it?" the Master glowered, as predicted his mood had taken a turn for the worse. Not even Time Lords shook of a concussion without resting for at least a day.

"Of course I do. I wanted to get to Cardiff after all." The Doctor beamed and waited to be prodded for an explanation. The Master however didn't feel like indulging him and simply walked past him instead.

"Well it really makes a lot of sense to come here right now." The Doctor started with a little less enthusiasm, hurrying after the Master. "You see, there happens to be a Torchwood headquarters here, and before you say anything, no I don't like them either, but it's either them or UNIT, and I think Torchwood might be a bit more helpful… and willing to part with their gadgets."

"You're mad." The Master looked back over his shoulder, and stopped to let the Doctor catch up. "Why would they help us? Even if they actually happen to have anything we could use, which I doubt."

"Well..." he started, before deciding to somewhat change the subject. " At least the old girl is parked on top of the rift, so at least she'll be recharged if you're right. Gods knows she needs it." The Doctor sighed and when they got out from a side-street stopped to get his bearings. "Blimey... Cardiff is confusing... I really prefer London. Well, except for the tea, you can't get good tea in London. Well not easily."

"Humans can't make proper tea period. Now please, shut up and get us to where we're going, and hope we arrived before 2008."

The Doctor swallowed hard hearing the edge in the Masters voice; he knew perfectly well that tone had spelled doom for more than one planet in the past. "Right, well we're parked on top of the rift, near an edge, but still on it. Meaning Torchwood has to be nearby since they're also on the rift, and it's a small rift." But then again, anything smaller than Belgium was small by the Doctor standards, so this rift was more of a pin-prick than a rift as far as he was concerned.

It took about 15 minutes of walking and a very angry "What is HE doing here?" in a broad American accent for the Doctor to not only realise what the Master had meant, but also to realise they had indeed arrived after 2008 if Jacks gun aimed at the Masters head was anything to go by.

The Master was about to reply, but the Doctor cut him off. "Jack! We were just looking for you." Tilting his head and frowning he quickly added, "And put the gun away, please."

"But he's-"

"Yes and it's a long story, now please put the gun away Jack."

Jack reluctantly lowered the gun and put it away but refused to take his eyes of the Master, even while talking to the Doctor, something that caused an amused smirk to show on the Masters lips, further unsettling Jack.

"Right, so what brings you to Cardiff? Not a sudden, irresistible urge to see me?" he asked while moving to the left, keeping the Doctor between himself and the Master.

"No."

"Too bad." He grinned. "What then?"

"The Tardis is broken, or sick, or both. Hard to tell right now." The Doctor replied looking glum. "Look, could we talk about this somewhere more private?"

Jack nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment, before deciding to take them to the Hub.