AN: Okay, so…here we go. As usual, time jumps, will be outlined, as will flashbacks. Enjoy, biatches. So, this starts off back in the present, first flash back is over.
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The Doctor growled as Ianto finished his tale. "You idiot," he snapped at The Master, who merely smirked.
"Bastard, more like," Owen grunted, shaking his head.
"What about Tosh and Gwen? What happened to them?" Ianto demanded, glaring at the eldest Timelord.
"Unfortunately…your friends are fine. They were discovered by a group from the resistance," The Master sighed, looking quite disappointed.
"Thank God," the elder brother sighed, sounding extremely relieved.
"You can say that again. It was quite…treacherous there," Ianto remarked, a smirk forming on his face for some unknown reason. His brother, however, seemed to understand the reasoning behind his amusement. "Treacherous," he repeated with a grin.
"What an amazing word!"
"So powerful."
The Doctor laughed, and shook his head. He glanced at The Master, however, and his amusement immediately faded. "I still don't understand. What do you achieve from this?"
"As I said, my intentions will become clear in the future, but it's imperative that you remain patient, Doctor," The eldest Timelord chastised.
"Yeah, Dad," Ianto agreed, mockingly.
"Honestly, father!" Owen cried dramatically, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Stop it," Their father warned, his voice very amused and a grin on his face.
"The fob watches," The Master prompted harshly.
"Fine," the elder brother sighed, rolling his eyes "We arrived on board the Valiant, after a journey that was long, and quite frankly," he paused and smirked at his brother "Treacherous."
One and a half hours previously…
"It's safe to say, I feel a bit sick," Owen growled, as they were both forced into the boardroom of the Valiant; struggling to get away from the hands of the soldiers. The only response he received from the welsh man was a nod; he guessed that he, too, was feeling sick, or wasn't speaking because he was scared- and that…Owen understood completely, he wouldn't yet admit it, but he was scared as well. He was also concerned for the younger man, Jack and the girls. "'The Doctor' is here, Jack's here, and that Saxon guy is too. If only we weren't cuffed…we could steal a gun of one of these dicks and end this shit," he muttered to the younger man, looking around warily.
"Let's not try that…" Ianto responded simply, shaking his head.
"Shut up!" One of the guards instructed harshly.
"Why the fuck should we?" the Londoner challenged, narrowing his eyes.
The only thing he received for his troubles was a cruel punch in the face. He snarled in pain; stumbling back slightly, and cursing- because he knew it was likely he'd develop a black eye.
"You bastard," Ianto growled. As soon as the comment left his mouth he, too, was punched. He let out a stream of curses in welsh, recoiling as the man's first split his lip. Owen growled in anger, shooting daggers at the soldiers. "Calm the fuck down!" he hissed. Before the soldiers could commit anymore acts of violence, the door opened and a familiar man, dressed in a crisp black suit walked in. Owen eyes narrowed; the Prime Minister. Saxon.
"Great," he remarked sarcastically, as he and Ianto exchanged a worried look.
"Well boys, it's lovely to see you both again," The Master remarked politely, smirking at the pair.
"We've never met before," the Londoner pointed out, frowning, and thinking how much of a weird thing to say it was. He pulled against his handcuffs; wishing he could get his hands on a gun or something. "Not in your current forms, no," The Timelord agreed jovially.
"What do you mean?" Ianto questioned carefully.
"Such a shame. I blame your father, it was his fault…after all."
"Our father?" Owen repeated, raising his eyebrows "One; what the hell? Two; I'm pretty sure that we don't share the same parents."
"Oh yes? And how would you know, considering that poor 'Ianto' is an orphan, and that you never knew your father…and that your mother was actually someone who adopted you at a very early age?" The Timelord retorted, smirking. A slither of surprise crawled through Owen, but to be honest…he wasn't particularly devastated to find out such information. "Even so, you psycho, our DNA is different," he pointed out, rolling his eyes.
The Master eyed them both with something similar to disgust. "You always were rude, both of you…however, in your human forms, you seem to be the ruder of the pair," he mentioned. "And yes, actually…you do share the same parents," he whipped out his laser screwdriver and, with one press of a button, undid the handcuffs.
"What the hell is that, Saxon?" Owen demanded; putting the man's previous comments down to him simply attempting to play a game of mind fuck, a glance at Ianto however- told him that the younger man was unsure of whether to take the Timelord's words seriously or not.
"How many times must I tell various people?" The Master sighed, shaking his head. "My name…is The Master," he pointed out, as the soldiers raised their guns and pointed them at the two men.
"'The Master'? God…you must have some dominance issues," Ianto remarked, and Owen was pleased that they both seemed to be –outwardly at least- remaining fairly calm under the threat of guns. "What's going on anyway? What are you? Why are we here? Where's Jack? What have you done to him?" The Welshman then demanded. The Timelord waved aside the questions, clearly finding them unimportant. The first one, however, he decided was worth answering.
"I am a Timelord…and as are the pair of you," he remarked, pulling out the pair of fob watches.
"I don't know what glue you've been sniffin', Saxon- but we're both human," the londoner grunted, eyeing the watches and deciding that, unsurprisingly- they were definitely of alien origin. "What are they?" Ianto questioned, glancing at the watches warily.
"These watches hold your Timelord counter parts… Levis and Atrum. Well, technically, those are only nicknames. But the point still stands, and you are going to open them."
"I don't think so. You know why? 'Cause we're not Timelords," Owen stated, rolling his eyes.
"Not at the moment, no."
"Owen, what if he's telling the truth? It would make sense…I don't know about you, but there are certainly holes in my life…things that don't quite make sense," the younger man pointed out apprehensively.
"Even if he is…I'm not opening it. Fuck knows what will happen. Besides I don't want some 'Timelord counterpart' taking over my body," the Londoner retorted.
"Your body?" The Timelord repeated, shaking his head. "No, your Timelord counter parts were there long before the two of you were ever dreamed up," he stated, pressing the corresponding watch into each man's hands. "And if you don't…then I will drag you to visit your beloved Captain, and make you watch as I torture and kill him."
Ianto paled -in what Owen assumed to be distress and anger- and shook his head, whereas Owen eyes narrowed, a wave of fury running through him. "You bastard! That's what you're doing to him, isn't it?" he spat.
"Well, yes. He is wrong, after all. He's against Timelord nature. Now…I wouldn't advise you to test me. Open the watches!" The Master responded, his eyes flashing in warning.
Ianto sighed, looking at Owen and shaking his head. "I don't like this…the idea of losing myself, but it doesn't seem like we've got a choice."
"I know. For fucks sake. Well… let's do this shit I guess," the elder man grunted. In an act of unintentional unison, the two men pressed the button and the watches sprung open. A burst of yellow-y orange light immediately flew out and smashed into their corresponding human counterparts. The elder man flinched, whilst the younger stumbled back slightly. The Londoner's head was assaulted with memories- his childhood, growing up, adventures, trials, achievements, absolutely everything- as his biology was altered and changed- and he knew the same was happening to Ianto.
"Wonderful," The Master commented, smiling.
"Well…that was weird!" Owen announced, shaking his head.
"Definitely! Ooh…not to mention interesting," Ianto agreed, nodding.
"Dude; we were dicks as humans!" the elder brother announced, shoving the other man with a smirk.
"We really were," the younger Timelord acknowledged, grinning and pushing him in response. "Hey, Kos- You cunning old sod!"
"Levis," The Master greeted, before glancing at the elder brother. "Atrum. It's good to see the pair of you out of those disgusting human forms. I'll momentarily excuse your use of my nickname, due to the confusion you're experiencing right now. However…for future reference, you know my name- so I would suggest that you use it."
"Yeah, whatever. Listen…this whole show you're running- I really think you should stop it," the elder brother announced, glancing at the eldest Timelord.
"Also… let Jack go, and dad! How is dad, by the way? If you've hurt him…" the youngest Timelord trailed off, looking worried. The Master smirked cruelly.
"I may not need to now…because as it stands…I now have the greatest weapon to use against him."
"Shit," the brothers chorused grimly, as the eldest Timelord begun to laugh.