Author's Note: As those of you who are reading my other Doctor Who story, "The Void", will know, my arm's 100% better, and I am once again on the writing warpath. :)

However, the updates for my stories will now be once every 4 days, as opposed to every 2 days, which is what it was before my arm's injury.

28/02/10 - Has now been beta-ed by Paisley Skies. A thank you to her. :)

The wolf within the light echoed. "It is dangerous, my lord. It hurt us."

The light hissed, moving closer to the prone form of the Doctor. *We require the knowledge it holds. You saw it. It can help us*

The wolf whimpered. "But we are scared, my lord. It is a Satimero Dialaen." Time King.

*It hurt not only us, but our people! Revenge is required by our laws. Obey!*

The wolf swallowed, then bowed its head in obedience. "I obey, my lord. We shall take him."

The light moved from the wolf, gliding forward, circling the Doctor. *Where is the other?*

"He ran, my lord."

The light growled. *We will absorb this one first*

The Master stalked down the corridor, back the way he had come, going as slowly as possible. If the Doctor came round the corner up ahead, he'd have time to turn around and look like he was still leaving. He scowled as he reached the corner, and there was still no sign of the Doctor.

He shook his head as he turned the corner, stopping mid-shake when his forehead came into contact with something solid. "Phian!" he swore sharply, pulling back.

Glancing up, after checking he wasn't bleeding, he came face to face with a glass wall that he was certain hadn't been there before. It stretched across the corridor from wall to wall, completely blocking his progress.

Squinting through glass, the Master could make out the form of the Doctor, half crouched, facing away from him, eyes fixed on a point further up the corridor. The Master started searching for a way through the glass barricade as he saw the light round the corner again. What the hell was that, he thought?

It moved steadily towards the Doctor, before pausing, and the Doctor collapsed. A few seconds later the light was moving again, sweeping up the corridor towards the Doctor, its intentions clear.

"Doctor!" The Master fell back on brute strength and began throwing himself shoulder first into the glass. Unfortunately, his strength had never been the best, and all he got out of his effort was a bruised shoulder.

"Doctor," he repeated his shout, hammering on the glass. The Doctor seemed to be unconscious, and the light either couldn't hear him or ignored him completely.

It reached the Doctor, and the Master could hear a faint growl coming from it, like the sound a predator would make just before the kill.

The Master used the last thing he could possibly think of. He reached out with his mind, pushing through the light before it knew what was happening, and mentally screamed at the Doctor. "Idiot!"

The Master was half relieved, half immensely amused, when that caused the Doctor to bounce off the floor like he'd been shot. Freezing, the Doctor's head turned slowly towards the light. The Master swallowed, as he recognised something very dangerous beneath those eyes. Forcing its way into their minds was the worst thing the light could have done, he realised, as the Doctor put his head on one side, studying the light.

The light growled again. *Satimero Dialaen* Time King

"What do you want with us?" the Doctor replied.

*Lae'zaz sondink mer!* We will crush you!

The thoughts of the light rang out loudly, somehow magnified by the glass. The Master watched as the light shot towards the Doctor, who dropped beneath it and rolled. Before the Master could make the point that it would have been much better if the Doctor had run away from the glass blockade, the Doctor was in front of it.

"Ah," he said.

"Ya think?!" the Master growled. "What do you plan to do now?"

"Well..." The Doctor grinned. "You came back, didn't you?"

There was a pause where the Master desperately searched for an excuse. He finally settled on, "You are the only one who can fly the TARDIS, you idiot."

"And why..." the Doctor ducked suddenly, and the light hit the glass with a crack, making the Master yelp and stumble backwards. "Did you feel the need to come check if I was following or not, if you were perfectly happy to wait by the TARDIS earlier?"

The Master rolled his eyes. "You think I'm wandering around Judoon HQ without my Time Lord shield?"

"I..." The Doctor yelled loudly as the floor gave way beneath his feet. The light pulled itself back, smothering the glass so the Master couldn't see what was going on.

Unlike the Doctor, who would have wasted valuable energy dancing from side to side to try and see what was going on, the Master simply stood still, tapped his foot, and waited. The Doctor would have also been killing himself with worry, which was something else the Master was not doing.

This, however, might not have been the best strategy as, when the light removed itself from the glass and drifted away, there was no sign of the Doctor, and the floor had reformed itself. The Master was decidedly unhappy about this, and kicked the glass to show his frustration. Unfortunately, this drew attention from the light, which turned towards him. The next thing he knew, the glass the Master was leaning against wasn't there anymore. As he stumbled to the side, managing to right himself before he fell, he watched out of the corner of his eyes as the light moved slowly towards him.

*Muda'e Satimero Dialaen lebrawari?* Are you a Time King also?

"Um..." The Master glanced at where, a few seconds ago, the Doctor had been standing. He then gave a sly grin. "I haven't a clue what you're saying." He then, with considerable effort, put on a scared face. "Please don't hurt me."

The light hung in the air for a moment, studying him. Then it turned, gliding away from him. Just as the Master was congratulating himself on a job well done, the drums started up again. He hadn't even noticed they had faded in the presence of the light, but they were now beating loudly. The Master winced. Where was a distraction when he needed one?

Just as he thought that, the signal ripped through his head again. One word was echoing through his mind: Danger.

Lucy blinked as she stepped out of her cell. The man in the grey suit was standing behind the guard that had opened the door. As least, Lucy thought he had opened the door. He was frozen, his mouth open in an 'o' of surprise, his hand outstretched towards the cell door.

"What did you do to him?" Lucy asked.

The man raised his eyebrows. "Do you really want to know?"

Lucy looked at the guard again, and shook her head.

"Good." The man gave a metallic smile. "I have a waiting ship. If you would..." he motioned smoothly down the corridor.

Lucy took a deep breath and moved out of her cell completely, feeling strange not wearing chains. She followed the man down the corridor, actually feeling bad for leaving her fellow prisoners where they were. But, she reasoned, they deserved this fate a lot more than she did... right?

The man in the grey suit opened a door ahead of her, and she moved through it. For the first time in months, Lucy Saxon stood beneath the sun.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

The man pointed towards the edge of the building. "My ship is there. It will take you away from this planet." He began moving in the direction he'd indicated, but stopped when he realised Lucy wasn't following him. He turned back. "What is it?"

"You're... you're taking me away from Earth?"

"Yes." The man in the grey suit nodded.

"Why?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I am taking you to find your husband, of course."

Author's Note: I couldn't decide on what 'Phian' meant, so I settled on it being simply a Gallifreyan swear word.

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