Summary: Family is important, right? Even if not by blood…The Master certainly seems to think so. Or perhaps, he merely believes that by returning some of The Doctor's family, he can use them as another element of control. How different would the YTNW have been, with two additional captives? AU.
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AN: Not OCs, canon characters, just… yeah. Crossover with Doctor Who and Torchwood. So, this is a bit unusual, and maybe a little complicated, but I've always liked this idea, even used to do it in Role plays on a weird website called Gosupermodel, once upon a time. Set during the YTNW was, and is AU, if you hadn't gathered. I'm gonna try and keep it a little ambiguous for a while, I don't know…it depends on how long this chapter ends up; this one may be short; if that's the case, then…sorry guys. Btw, as usual when it comes to me, The Doctor will not be aged; 'because he's not as fun when he's all Dobby-like. Or…maybe he will be aged, but later- I'm not yet sure. Yes, so…After Martha has left and Jack has been killed and restrained and crap. It's fairly early on in the YTNW…It'll go through some of it, but not all. Yeah, all the stuff with Martha's family has happened, and Martha's buggered off down to Earth, but like I said; EARLY ON GUYS! Same thing goes, The Master is older, The Doctor is younger. And unfortunately, The Master is blond…he's still hot though. And do I even need to comment on The Doctor's hotness?
Warnings: Slash, swearing, abuse, torture, mentions of abuse and torture, murder (Jack mainly…) Violence, sexual innuendos, distress, anger, death, imprisonment, hostility, threatening behaviour, self induced sleep deprivation, I suppose. And… I think that's it…
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The Doctor sighed and leant against the wall, feeling and hearing the chains –which were fastened around his wrists by manacles, and attached the wall, with about two metres of slack, away from were he sat- clink and shift, giving him a tiny amount of more slack than he's previously had. He pulled against the restraints again, in vain because he knew they were deadlocked, and even if they weren't…he didn't have his sonic screwdriver.
"And well…I could hardly steal The Master's laser screwdriver…isomorphic controls; so I can't really use it, can I? Even if I tried I'd probably be shot…I don't trust all those guards with all those guns. Besides…think of all the damage it's done. Oh look…I'm talking to myself; that's really not good- first sign of madness, so they say." He sighed, and glanced up as door slid open and a guard stepped into the room, eye him suspiciously. "Well…at least now I won't be talking to myself," he muttered.
"Who were you talking to? What are you up to?" the guard demanded.
"I was talking to myself. You can see that no one is in here. Well…now you're in here, so no one else but you and me. Hello, by the way; I'm no longer talking to myself, since you've stepped into the room. But, what did you think I was doing? Talking to someone who randomly appeared? Come on- you've seen the security in this place. It's…ooh, it's much better than in a shopping centre, that's for sure," The Timelord rambled.
"Shut up," the other man instructed him. An affronted look crossed The Doctor's face and he shook his. "Well, that's charming, isn't it? I was only trying to make conversation, being polite. And that's the response I get? Well, your manners are terrible, aren't they? Also, were you born in a barn?" he nodded towards the door that the soldier had left open. The man glanced behind him and shook his head.
"You're mental," he remarked, glaring at him.
"Mental?" The Doctor made a thoughtful noise and shrugged. "No, I wouldn't say mental. Crazy, yes. Weird, definitely. Strange, certainly. Brilliant, one hundred percent. But mental? No…" The soldier did not seem impressed, not at all…
A few pairs of footsteps sounded, coming down the hallway. The soldier turned and glanced down it. He stiffened slightly and stepped into the room, so he wasn't blocking the doorway and stood to attention. The Doctor sighed. Yep. He knew who was coming. The Master. Probably The Master and some other guards. Either way, it didn't matter; the other Timelord was probably just coming to gloat, or mess him around even further. Well, what was he supposed to do, other than wait? There was nothing else he could do, after all. So…waiting it was then…
He didn't have to wait long, as it ended up, because soon The Master strolled into the room, flanked by three guards, all who stood to attention as soon as they'd stopped walking. Of course, he didn't do the whole 'at ease,' thing, The Doctor noted; why would he when he essentially got off on control?
"Doctor," The Master greeted with a smirk.
"Master," the brunette responded, sighing and rolling his eyes.
"You know how much I love it when you say my name," the other Timelord replied with a smile.
"Yeah, I know. You've only told me countless times. It just fuels your ego; I really should stop calling you by it…"
The Master rolled his eyes, and turned to the soldiers. "Get together a team, go the Himalayas," he instructed, before pausing and glancing at two of the men he'd brought in with him "You know what the orders are; explain to these two. And remember… bring them here, and only them. Oh, and send some more guards down here, too."
"Yes, Master," All four men chorused –even though two of them didn't know what the deal was. They all saluted and hurried off, taking his words as a dismissal.
"The Himalayas? Why the Himalayas? Wait a minute…" The Doctor trailed off and shook his head anxiously "Isn't that where Jack's team is?"
"Apparently so," the elder Timelord agreed, with a smirk.
"'Bring them here'? Why? Why would you want them? This is nothing to do with them! Nor Jack! And what do you mean by 'only them'?"
"So many questions and it all comes down to the same thing, doesn't it? You're always turning out the same old tunes, Doctor. Doesn't it get boring?" The Master rolled his eyes despairing and walked over to him.
"Anyway, you've got something on you that I want." The younger Timelord ignored The Master's first remark, as he was too interested in his second. A wary look crossed his face; what could he possibly want?
"And what's that then? You've got my sonic screwdriver, and anything else useful, and my TARDIS. Remember?" he retorted, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, that's true," The Master responded brightly "However…you know what I want. Or perhaps, I should say whom."
The brunette frowned in confusion, as he tried to work out what the hell the other Timelord was going on about. Whom? Well…he didn't have any animals on himself at the moment…so that was certainly out of the question. The Master rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, Doctor," he sighed "Clearly I need to narrow it down for you. The two fob watches you have in your pocket; you know how they contain. And I want the fob watches. Do you understand me yet?"
As understanding dawned on The Doctor his blood seemed to run cold, a shudder passed through him. No. No! He couldn't want them, could he?
"No! I won't let you. You're not having them. They're all I've got left! I don't even know if their human forms are alive anymore!" He snarled, shaking his head.
The elder Timelord smirked, and shrugged his shoulders.
"You thought you could hide them from me…but even concealed inside the watches, I can sense them. How long has it been now, Doctor? I suspect your boy's are dead. Either way, considering how you destroyed the rest of our race, I don't think you have the right to those watches, even if they do contain the essences of your son's…"
"I won't let you take them!" The brunette stated harshly.
"You can hardly stop me, can you?"
The Doctor pulled against his restraints, as if it would have some kind of affect and shook his head. "Yes I bloody can! Do you know why? Because there is nothing I wouldn't do for them!"
"Doctor, you're powerless. Accept it. Also, you don't even know if their human forms are still alive. And even if they are…they'll be old men by now" The Master laughed. He then turned to the door and ordered the two guards –who'd replaced the others- to enter the room. Immediately they complied. "Master," they chorused in greeting.
"Yes, very good," The Master agreed dismissively.
"Master, please! You can't…" The younger Timelord protested, anxiety written all over his features.
"I can do whatever I like. This planet is mine now, remember?" The elder Timelord countered gleefully. He then turned towards the soldiers "Get him on his feet and hold him." Even whilst chained, The Doctor would still be able to resist and perhaps even stop his actions. The soldiers marched over to the restrained Timelord, each of them grabbing one of his arms and yanking him to his feet violently. He struggled against them, and shook his head; trying to appeal to the soldiers "You do not have to do what he says!" the words seemed to have little effect, as he immediately found himself pushed against the nearby wall and pinned against it by the duo of soldiers. Well, shit…Still trying desperately to get free; he decided to attempt to plead with the other Timelord inside. "Master, please…stop this! I swear, I'll do whatever you want! You liked my boy's, remember? And as you said, I don't even know if their alive, and if they are…they'll be in their eighties by now. You have to understand; those Fob watches are all I've got left of them!"
"Well, that's hardly my fault, is it? You're the one who insisted on turning them human," The elder Timelord smirked, walking over to his struggling and restrained adversary. "Hmmm, now…where are you?" he reached out with his mind, focusing on the slight itching sensation in the back of his mind. Right…he could definitely feel them. He delved his hand into the Doctor's left trouser pocket. If the soldiers were confused, or curious they certainly hide it well… The younger Timelord tried to pull away again, but his movement was severely limited. "No!" he growled. With his free hand, The Master simply backhanded him across the face; ensuring to do it hard enough to make The Doctor's head collide with the wall. The brunette hissed, tears of pain filling his eyes, momentarily stunned from both the force, and the impact.
The elder man smirked, and starting shifting through the seemingly endless amount of rubbish in the other man's pocket, merely by touch alone. Well, that was technically a lie…as the drums were assisting him; increasing or decreasing in volume every so often, almost as if to tell him whether he was close or far away from the objects he was trying to find. And not to forget, the whole sensing-other-Timelord's-deal was also coming in rather handy. After a few moments, the brunette begun to regain his senses again and grimaced in pain; his cheek burning, and the back of his head throbbing.
"Where has all your fight gone, Doctor? Well, it looks like you've failed your sons once more."
"No," The Doctor groaned, trying to push The Master away. This time, as opposed to backhanding him or doing something as a similar nature, the elder Timelord settled for simply slamming his adversary's head against the wall. The Doctor cried out, his vision momentarily obscured by pain that left him slightly stunned once more.
"That's your second warning; behave," The Master ordered. Suddenly the itching sensation grew slightly and he smiled, feeling his hand brush against something that seemed to be pulsing. The object seemed to be supple, perhaps something made of leather, and he could tell –due to the twitching, temperature and the bulges inside- that it held both of the fob watches. He closed his fist around it and started to pull it free from the deep confines of the Timelord pockets.
"Please, leave them alone," The Doctor begged, his voice mingled with both desperation and pain.
"Too late," the elder man pulled the object free from the pocket and examined it. It was a black leather pouch with a drawstring function, with small Gallifreyan symbols stitched into the front. Yes…without a doubt, the fob watches were in there. He slipped the pouch open and pulled them out, placing one in each hand and studying them with a grin. "Hello boys," he greeted, smirking at how the objects were twitching in his hands. He couldn't say he was surprised; they always had been energetic.
"Please. Please! Just give them back to me!" The Doctor begged his voice far tighter than usual. The Master gestured for the soldiers to let the younger Timelord go, they did as they were told and he slumped to the floor in despair. The Master then dismissed the soldiers, and they hurriedly left the room.
"Master…" The elder Timelord smirked and shook his head. He slipped the watches into his jacket pocket. "Say goodbye, Doctor," he instructed, chuckling.
"No, don't do this-" Whatever else The Doctor had been going to say was left unheard, as The Master flashed him one more smirk and left the room, triumphant and satisfaction practically radiating off him.
The Doctor slumped against the wall in despair and dropped his hands into his face, drawing a deep breath in attempt to control himself. It seemed to be fruitless however as tears swam to his eyes, and a few broke past the barrier of his lashes, dripping slowly down his face. He forced back a sob and shook his head wretchedly. It was all over…The Master would probably destroy the watches; his sons were truly dead now. After so long of keeping their mere essences safe, he'd even lost those now. But really…he'd lost his sons long ago.
AN: This is a Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover, there are some moments that are purely Torchwood based, and some purely Doctor who...the second one is worse, the first like eight chapters are TW based, and the rest will be Doctor who. The third will mainly be Doctor Who. Primarily...they ARE all Doctor Who, so I'm gonna shove them in that category.