I know it's been a while since I've updated, so for any returning readers:
The Master is being kept in the TARDIS by the Doctor. The Doctor has received a distress signal from Judoon HQ, which is where the Doctor and the Master are now. They were both captured by beings that looked like wolves. The Master escaped, but the Doctor was interrogated making him relive him destroying the Time Lords. He has now been transported to be "absorbed" by the rulers of the wolves, the Lights. Jack returned to Torchwood with the Brigadier. They found that Lucy Saxon is still alive. A man called the Collector called Jack and warned him to not interfere in his hunt. A man in a grey suit rescued Lucy to bring her to her husband and then kidnapped Gwen and Rhys to prevent Jack from interfering. Martha is in a car crash.
Yeah... it confuses the hell out of me too. XD Translations of Gallifreyan are in italics. I've had to create much of the language myself.
The Doctor edged backwards slightly. "Do we really have to go so far as absorbed? I mean, wouldn't it just be easier to talk about this?"
Even though that never works.
The wolf took a step forward, eyes sad looking. "We tried. You refused to heed us."
The Doctor felt a little hard done by with that summing up of the situation. "I don't really call being kidnapped and tortured to exactly fall into the 'talking about this' category." He crossed his arms over his chest. "What you need to do is tell me who you are, who you're working for, how you know Gallifreyan, and what the hell you want. Right now," he added.
There was a sharp crack from beneath his feet, the marble floor suddenly becoming warm.
"Okay," he said, leaping to the side to dodge the rather half hearted attempt of the wolf to grab him. "Let's have a monologue." He rolled away. "I love those."
"Let's go with the easiest question. One-" He skidded slightly as he righted himself, quickly scanning the room for any possibly exits.
Unsurprisingly, there weren't any.
"One, you were definitely inside my head at one point or another." There was a louder crack and he had to hop from one foot to the other as the floor temperature increased. "Which personally I find extremely rude and you don't really have the right to make me feel guilty about defending myself."
Even though he did.
The wolf fixed him with a hurt stare. "You caused us pain."
"You caused me pain first," replied the Doctor, feeling somewhat akin to a child being told off on a playground.
The wolf seemed to consider for a moment before feinting to the side and charging at him. The Doctor ducked beneath the majority of its body, but was caught across the temple by a trailing claw. Raising a hand to his hairline, a thin trail of blood came away across his palm.
"And therefore, I would extrapolate that you discovered the language of Gallifrey from within my mind and, as that is quite obviously my first language - though, just so you know, not the one I'm actually most proficient in - you communicated with me using it. Rather clever, I congratulate you."
The third crack sounded a lot close and was met by a slight whine from the wolf, who regained its equilibrium and rounded to face the Doctor again.
"Two," he held up two fingers, "I presume you are working for whatever got inside my head, which to me looked like a light." He thought for a moment. "Though that's probably not its' actual form, especially as it appeared predominantly inside my head and never actually left that one stretch of corridor when it did manifest itself physically, which it only did after having access to my vast intellect. Which therefore leads me to believe that it or they or he or she - or something similarly inoffensive to any aliens present who do not in fact have any reproductive organs - exists in a reality removed from ours in some way." He paused for a moment. "Oh dear, I do hope it's not the Void again. That would be most inconvenient."
Unfortunately, the wolf didn't seem to be of the popular knowledge that whilst the Doctor was talking, everyone else in his presence must sit back and listen, and by no means make any attempt to interrupt, contradict, or kill him.
He hated it when people contradicted him.
Thankfully, the wolf hadn't chosen that option. It slammed into his side, propelling him backwards onto the now painfully hot marble. He wondered for a moment if marble could melt given the right temperatures.
"But I wasn't finished," he protested as the wolf pinned him down and another crack sounded.
"It matters not," the wolf replied. "They are coming. And all shall fall beneath their magnificence and power. They are the beginning and end of everything we know, and you shall not stand against them."
The Doctor, feeling like he'd heard of this all before, raised a hand in what he hoped was a placating gesture. It was so hard to do when on your back pressed against what felt like burning coals. "I'm not trying to stand against anyone. I promise. I just followed the distress signal that the Judoon sent out from here."
The wolf snarled, all signs of regret vanishing from its eyes. "The Judoon are murderers! They do not have the right to exist in the same Universe as my gods!" One of its paws snapped up to press into the Doctor's throat.
"Yes," he choked slightly, hands trying to peel away the paw as gently as he could. "That does seem to be the popular opinion on the Judoon. If I've told them once I've told them a thousand times, customer service improvements would really diminish the number of species hell bent on their destruction."
The wolf went rigidly still as the heat beneath the Doctor back rose to unbearable levels before dying away.
Lights glowed from within the wolf's eyes.
"Mer diavas Larai'a gond? Plerk gonde gwainke! Vae'masis lae'zaz gond'mer! Elepsinhami!
You dare speak of destruction? They destroyed everything. And now we will destroy you!
Gwen's eyes flickered open, a dull ache pounding through her head as she struggled to get the world around her into focus. There was still a slight blurring around the edges when she felt able to sit up. Struggling slightly, she rolled over on the hard surface she was lying on, and came face to face with Rhys and another gun wielding madman.
Another one.
"Wait!" She tried to move her arms, but they were restrained behind her with what felt like ropes, harsh against her skin.
The man holding the gun calmly shifted his focus to her, gun remaining pointed securely at Rhys.
"I am glad you are awake," he said. "Do not be alarmed. I am merely about to kill your mate."
Any reactions that may have saved the situation were overcome by panic. "You can't! You-"
She was cut off as another woman entered the problem. She was blonde and dressed in rather dirty, old looking clothes. "What are you doing?" she asked the man.
"Do not mind me," he replied. "I require a hostage to ensure that the one known as Captain Harkness does not interfere with my hunt."
Gwen could see cogs turning in the woman's mind. She seemed familiar, but Gwen couldn't quite place her.
"You're hunting the Doctor?" the woman asked.
The man titled his head, fixing her with a penetrating stare. The seconds ticked by, Gwen desperately trying to think of a plan to get them all out of this alive. Jack would know.
Jack always knew.
The considering expression vanished from the man's face and he replied, "Yes." His eyes remained fixed on the woman.
She looked triumphant. "I can help you with that." Gwen finally realised who she was: Harold Saxon's wife. What the hell was she doing here?
The man shifted his grey suited form to face her. "How so?" His eyes were wary, muscles of his gun hand tensed.
"I know him. I know who he is, how he thinks, and exactly how we can use those two," she indicated Gwen and Rhys, "to set a trap he can't help but fall into."
The man smirked slightly and dropped the gun to his side, turning his back on Lucy Saxon.
"I can get us to the Master and we will help you to end him," she said.
Only Gwen could see the smile which came over the man's face.
It was a dominant, plotting, and thoroughly unpleasant smile.
Note: The only word not translated is 'Elepsinhami!' which is a phrase used to describe a strong emotion, so obviously doesn't have a direct translation.