AN: Right…so I'm rolling (and this is entirely non factually based) with the idea that it takes twenty one hours to travel from London, to the Himalayas in a helicopter, and the same amount back. So that's forty two hours. Then it takes another hour to get to the Valiant, and then that gives two hours or so, for necessary conversations and things to occur. This AN may seem random, but it'll make sense over the new couple of chapters. And guess what…the sequel is already planned: O. what's wrong with me? As the little thingy below says, this is set forty five hours after the first chapter. Flash backs will be outlined, and they will also be in italics
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Forty five hours later…
The door burst open and The Master strolled in, followed by two guards, each of whom were carrying a set of deadlock sealed chains and manacles. The two men strolled over to the wall and begun to fit the chains on the screwed metal plates on the wall- that The Doctor hadn't even realised were there. He looked up and sighed.
"What's going on?" he questioned despondently- ever since The Master had taken the fob watches from him, he'd lost some of his motivation. The other Timelord smirked at him. "Well, my dear Doctor, these apes are currently fastening the restraints which will soon hold your new 'inmates,' whom after having recovered, are now being led to this very room."
"What? Who are they? Master, what have you done?" The brunette demanded, his worry drawing a worthy response from him. The soldiers finished fitting the chains, and one glanced at The Master. "The chains are secured, Master."
"Yes, I see that. Now get out," the Timelord ordered, shooting him a withering look. The soldiers hurried from the room and The Master turned to at his adversary once more. "Anyway…in answer to your questions, actually…questions. All will be revealed. In a matter of seconds, in fact," he announced smugly. The younger Timelord shook his head solemnly, knowing it was very likely that whoever these innocent people were, they would probably be tortured, and maybe even killed purely just to make him suffer.
"Master, please. Whoever they are, please just let them go. This has nothing to do with them."
"Actually, it does…particularly more so now, than in comparison to a few hours ago," The elder Timelord countered.
"What do you mean?" The Doctor demanded, his voice taking on a wary and suspicious edge. Footsteps, sounds of a struggle and much cursing drifted in through the door, travelling down the hallway and gradually rising in volume.
"Ah, wonderful!" The Master announced jovially, glancing at The Doctor with a wicked glint in his eyes "Brace yourself- this may come as quite a shock."
"What do you mean? Master, what's going on?" The younger Timelord pressed, raising his eyebrows. Four guards came into the room, two of them each roughly escorting a handcuffed young man in with them. The first was dressed in a suit, with dark hair, blue eyes and was sporting a split lip. The second was a bit shorter, but he too had dark hair. He was dressed in jeans, a shirt and a leathering jacket; the beginnings of a black eye marring his pale face. The pair of them had a few other minor wounds- they'd been roughed up a bit…but it could've been far, far worse. They momentarily ignored the two Timelord's again, cursing, complaining and struggling as they were dragged further into the room, and as their 'cuffs were undone- only for them to be pushed to the floor and secured in the chains. The Master glanced at his adversary; who managed to look surprised, wistful, confused and worried all at once.
The Doctor studied the two young men, ignoring the itching sensation in his mind. It was uncanny how much they looked like his boys. However, it was impossible; they couldn't be his sons…because they'd be old by now. If only that bloody itching in his mind would stop, he could start firing questions at The Master again. He noticed the men share a smirk, and noticed how the elder Timelord's expression was very similar to theirs, equally amused- as though all of them were waiting for him to realise something. He grimaced; that damn itch- Wait. Itching? Itching in the back of his mind? The itching in the back of his mind, which he got when sensing Timelord's? No…it could possibly be, could it? They couldn't be… He gasped as the penny finally dropped- tactically ignoring The Master's laughter.
"Atrum? Levis?" he cried, calling the men by their Timelord nicknames.
The two men shared a glance; neither one of them yet answering or acknowledging The Doctor's question.
"Hello dad, regenerated again, I see," the man in the suit announced.
"You'd better start being more careful," the shorter man acknowledged.
"And…Yes, but…technically I've gone by the name of 'Owen' for quite some time now, but…Why the hell not? Just call me whichever!"
"Right, the question. Yeah…I've been Ianto for… a while, but I suppose 'Levis' isn't a problem," Ianto agreed, smirking and shrugging his shoulders.
"My God, Doctor. For someone with such high intellect, you can be extremely slow sometimes," The Master chastised.
"Koschei, I think anyone would be right now," Ianto remarked innocently.
"Yes, wouldn't you be, Kos?" Owen teased. The eldest Timelord glared at both of them.
"Koschei is dead!" The Doctor shook his head, he really didn't care about that at the moment.
"What? I mean…What? How? You should both be old men by now, human old men! How do you look as though you've hardly aged at all since I last saw you?" The Doctor demanded.
"As much as it pains me to admit it, your father makes some valid points." The boys shared a glance and shrugged.
"Honestly? We really don't know," Owen remarked.
"It's all a bit…everywhere at moment. You two know how it goes," the other agreed.
"However…as for your other questions, dad. Our human counterparts were kidnapped, from the Himalayas-" the shorter Timelord was interrupted by his brother.
"-And forced into a Helicopter. I have to say…I really don't like them- very dangerous!"
Owen nodded in firm agreement, because they really, really were. "We were then brought here, and forced to open the watches, and then…we were attacked by memories."
"I…Master, what do you get out of all this? I don't understand," The Doctor almost felt like crying in relief and joy, but those emotions were marred by worry.
"All will be revealed…" The eldest Timelord repeated his earlier words.
"It's good to see you, dad," Owen stated, smiling.
"You too. Both of you. Really…really good," The Doctor agreed, grinning, he then sobered quite significantly "I…I thought you were dead."
"Yes, well. That's hardly surprising, is it? You said you would come back and find us, come and get us again!" Ianto growled, hostility suddenly flaring within him.
"I know…I'm sorry. I tried but I couldn't find either of you. Plus…I didn't want to have to tell you, that everyone back home was dead…" The Doctor announced sadly. Ianto scoffed.
"Stop it, dude!" Owen warned "We're Timelord's now again, and what's done is done. We can't change it, so just calm down."
"Well, this is boring," The Master stated, rolling his eyes "Boys, tell your father about the details of your capture, and the part where I forced you to open the watches."
"Sure, Kos!" Ianto teased brightly. The eldest Timelord made a noise akin to a growl of irritation, and The Doctor couldn't help but laugh.
"So…you take the bit where we were found and taken by the soldiers, and I'll take the bit we arrived onboard the Valiant and were forced to open the watches?" Owen asked his little brother with a grin.
"Yes," Ianto agreed "So, we'd been in the Himalayas for a little while by this point, and we knew about all the stuff that was occurring here; Tosh, Torchwood's technician…somehow managed to get internet. Anyway, I don't how long we'd been there…but one day, we heard the unmistakably sounds of a helicopter- we were in a cave thing, but we could still hear it pretty well…"
Twenty two hours previously…
"Bloody hell!" Owen growled, as they all watched news broadcasts via Tosh's laptop- how they'd managed to get internet, none of them knew…but well, she didn't work for Torchwood for no reason, did she? "I can't believe we fell for this shit! How the hell are we supposed to get back and do anything, when we're stranded in the fucking Himalayas?" he snapped.
"We will. We'll die trying if we have to," Gwen growled.
"I never thought he was an alien…not to mention insane. I voted for him," Ianto stated, shaking his head.
"I think we all did," Tosh sighed.
"Right. So, this bastard, Saxon. He's got Jack, and he's got this 'Doctor' guy. So…basically, yes; we need to find a way to London, and take him the fuck down!" the Londoner decided.
"We've got to at least try," Gwen agreed, turning face the mouth of the cave and staring out into the seemingly endless, white expanse, where snow still falling thickly. In the cave, they were protected from the hoard of snowflakes, and through the use of a variety of technology, coffee, and winter clothing –which at the precise second, they weren't wearing- so far, they'd remained unfrozen, and more or less unharmed by the treacherous environment… so far. The snow hadn't stopped or relented even a little since they'd arrived, and the temperatures outside were ridiculously low. They'd brought clothes, weapons, equipment, technology, food and a numerous amount of other necessary supplies, and they'd been brought here by a bloody helicopter! They should've realised, they should've known. And now…they were marooned in the Himalayas, whilst all kinds of crap was occurring across the worlds, at the hands of that psycho, Ianto realised, cursing quietly. A loud roaring sound cut into his musings; filling air outside- marred by the wind, but still unmistakable. It was the sound of rotors; the sound of a helicopter.
They would know, after all…considering that at some point they'd been made to take a ridiculously long, and horrible helicopter journey here, and that…had simply been a joy. The Torchwood team exchanged glances of confusion, wariness and partial relief.
"That's a helicopter," Owen stated unnecessarily "Girls…stay in here, there's no need for you to get all cold and shit if it's a false alarm. Ianto and I will go check it out."
Ianto nodded in agreement; it wouldn't take them long to assess whether the helicopter was coming for them or not. Not long enough for them to suffer any severe damage in the outside climate, at least.
"Fine," Gwen agreed. The two men strolled outside, squinting and blinking against the snow. Even with the weather, they could hear the helicopter with no trouble, whatsoever; they could even see it slightly, hovering around.
"Hey!" Owen shouted, waving his arms at the loud 'copter, his voice being whipped away by the wind. However, thick ropes dropped down from the helicopter, and six black clad men slid down them, landing lightly amongst the snow several metres away.
"Thank fuck!" Owen sighed, relief covering his tone.
"Polite as ever…" Ianto muttered darkly, rolling his eyes, and watching as the men started to move closer towards them. Something about this didn't feel right to him…something was wrong. The soldiers converged towards them, raising their guns as they got closer. "Owen Harper? Ianto Jones?" One barked, marking himself heard over the wind. Well, shit…they'd left theirs guns in the cave. Maybe though, they wouldn't need them- maybe Ianto's imagination was running away with him.
"Yeah? What's with the guns?" Owen called back warily.
"Come with us!" another soldier instructed loudly.
"Maybe if you lower the guns!" Owen retorted.
"Just let us go get the other two from the cave!" Ianto shouted.
"They don't matter; we only want you!" the first solider bellowed, as they all moved closer.
"What? Why?" the Welshman demanded loudly, feeling a slither of ice run down his back, that certainly wasn't due to the treacherous environment. The soldiers lurched even closer, and the helicopter cut through the air, so it was hovering several metres above them all.
The soldiers lunged at Ianto and Owen; some of them trying to force the two men into handcuff, the Welshman and the Londoner struggled violently. "What the hell?" Owen screamed. "What is going on? What are you doing?" Ianto agreed harshly.
"Your presence is required on board the Valiant."
Despite their struggles, the soldiers were much stronger than the two men, and the soon forced into handcuffs, effectively restrained. "You bastards!" Owen roared, struggling madly as he and Ianto were manhandled towards the helicopter.
"What about the girls? You can't just leave them there, they'll die!" Ianto howled, trying to pull away. Their struggles and shouts were ignored, and within minutes, they were being forced onto the helicopter.
AN: Right, so yes…Ianto and Owen are brothers, and The Doctor's sons- they are Timelord's. And yes, they know The Master; other things and their ages, and all stuff will be answered shortly. Owen is the elder brother, and Ianto is the younger. 'Atrum' was Owen's nickname on Gallifrey, and 'Levis' was Ianto's. For this fic, the first one in this series; they will be called 'Atrum' and 'Levis' by The Doctor and The Master, because that is what the pair of them have always known the boy's as- in narration, however…I will stick with Ianto and Owen- because that is what they've have known themselves as, and been known as for quite some time. Yes, Owen and Ianto have different personalities now…however, in some aspects they are the same. 'Atrum and Levis' will be used more in the sequel, and perhaps even in narrative- also, their differences to their human forms, and the approaches/reactions they have towards things will truly be shown in the second. Next up… The Doctor's reaction to the flashback they've just been walked through, and Owen telling the story (via flashback once more) of them meeting The Master, and being forced to open the watches.