AN: Okay…so it occurred as I was writing chapter seven….that I haven't had a single chapter that's not featured The Master. Oops….well, I guess I love him a lot. Chapter eight will probably be a chapter of lamenting shit or something…I don't know. I'll figure it out. I can't wait to write the sequel though.

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Fifteen minutes later…

"Bitch, we can walk," Owen complained as he and his brother were pushed forward by soldiers- he found it particularly annoying, because they were handcuffed and walking without protest, so there was really no need for them to be pushed.
"Seriously- we know it's just 'cause you have a vendetta against Torchwood. Well, guess what? We've never really be keen on you either- and aiding someone in world domination and tyranny, is hardly the best way to get into an organisation's good books," Ianto agreed, rolling his eyes in irritation. The Master spared the two young Timelord's an amused and slightly irritated glance. The brother's were pulled to a stop as the group arrived outside the boiler room. "I do not appreciate that," Owen growled, causing his younger brother to snicker. "It's actually not funny," he protested.
"It really is," Ianto retorted, smirking at him.
"Shut up," The Master ordered them, before glancing at the guards "Remain out here, your presence isn't required inside," he strolled forward and glanced over his shoulder at the boys, raising his eyebrows almost as if to say 'follow me.' The brother's shared a wary and anxious look before following him.

"Saxon, I see you brought some friends-" the Captain trailed off, his eyes widening as he realised exactly who the two young men were. He growled, immediately beginning to leap to conclusions, but relaxed upon seeing the handcuffs- realising that they were prisoners like him. He was becoming paranoid… "Ianto? Owen?"
"Hey Jack…" Ianto greeted softly, his voice full of relief, guilt, sadness and worry all at once.
"Hello Jack- listen, mate, we're sorry about all this shit," the elder brother agreed.
"I- What?" Jack stammered, genuinely confused as to what was going on. "Why are they here? Tell me what's going on!" He growled at The Master.
"These two young men are not who you think they are…or what," the Eldest Timelord announced smugly.
"What are you talking about? They're Owen Harper, and Ianto Jones- and human.

"We have been human, yes…for as long as you've known us," the elder brother commented, shrugging his shoulders, a slightly wistful expression on his face.
"However…we weren't to begin with, and we certainly aren't anymore," Ianto agreed, glancing over his shoulder in irritation, trying to view the handcuffs holding him prisoner.
"Then…what are you?" the captain demanded warily.
"We're…well, it's complicated-" Ianto begun.
"They are Timelords," The Master interrupted, rolling his eyes- knowing that if he hadn't cut Ianto off, that both of the brother would probably be talking for another five minutes, if not more.

"What?" Jack shouted in disbelief, staring at the two young men in uncertainty and shock.
"You just ruined that!" Owen accused, glaring at The Master and looking very disappointed.
"Completely stole our thunder!" Ianto agreed, both of them pouting and glaring at the older Timelord as though he'd just told them that Christmas had been cancelled.
"How could you?" The elder brother moaned.
"I honestly can't believe you!" the youngest Timelord whined, wishing he could cross his arms, but since he couldn't- he settled for simple narrowing his eyes.
"Oh shut up! What are you? Children?" The Master snapped, he then paused; realising that technically, they kind of were…by Timelord standards they were very, very young. Upon noticing the smug looks on the other two Timelord's faces he growled in the back of his throat. "Don't say it- don't you dare say it! Just explain."

"Please do…everything," Jack agreed, looking only at his two agents.
"Right, yes. Well, as he said, whilst completely ruining our fun, I might add…we're Timelords," Owen reinstated.
"You left me the good bit," Ianto stated, smiling at him in appreciation.
"What can I say? I'm amazing," The elder brother agreed.
"Guys!" Jack prompted, frowning- even more confused than previously.
"Anyway, yeah," the younger brother paused and cleared his throat. "We're always brothers, and The Doctor's sons," he announced dramatically, both he and Owen shooting The Master a look- almost as if to say 'And that's, how it's done.'
"Are you for real?" the immortal shouted, looking comically shocked.
"Very much so," the elder brother acknowledged, nodding- whilst the eldest Timelord simply stood by watching the proceedings in amusement.

"How? I mean…what the hell?" the captain rasped, glancing briskly between the three Timelords, his eyes seeking answers, craving answers.
"I guess we should probably explain," Ianto decided, looking quite amused.
"Right, good idea. Jack…just bear with us and let us explain before you get all…angry and Jack-like on us, yeah?" Owen suggested, once the captain nodded his consent- between themselves, the two brothers begun to explain. Once they'd finished The Master was smirking, looking extremely amused. Jack, on the other hand, was looking rather quite shocked. "God…"
"We're still the same, Jack. We're just…a bit different, but we're still us," Owen explained, and Ianto nodded- the pair of them looking apprehensive, as if they expected Jack to treat them differently or something.

"And me? Am I wrong to you now?" Jack snarled, his tone unexpectedly harsh.
"And we finally get down to the good stuff!" The Master crowed, his eyes lighting up.
"Don't make me laugh, dude!" Owen groaned, shaking his head "No…well, actually yes. But you know what? I honestly don't give a shit. I became friends with you as a human, and that certainly isn't about to change just 'cause I'm a Timelord again."
"No…Jack, no! We were around you for so long, that I don't even care. Just 'cause we're Timelord's again…that doesn't change anything," the younger brother agreed.
The captain sighed in relief, and gave them a genuine smile; those were the sort of words he'd wanted- needed to hear from them.

"That…was not the answer I wanted to hear!" The Master announced his voice a harsh growl of disgust. He glanced at the two young Timelord's in disdain and disappointment
"You always were open to new things."
"We know Jack, all right? And all this shit, doesn't change the past shit," the elder brother grunted, rolling his eyes.
"Fair enough," The Master acknowledged, very calmly. Too calmly… Before anyone could react, he whipped out his laser screwdriver and shot a ruthless bolt of energy at the ex Time Agent, killing him before he even had chance to cry out.
"NO!" Ianto howled.
"You didn't need to kill him, you bastard!" Owen shouted.
"Why? Why did you kill him?" the younger brother continued to seeth, a look of wretched sadness on his face.
"I don't need a reason- he is an abomination and that's enough," The Master spat, his voice as cold as ice. Ianto growled and moved towards Jack, a solemn expression on his face, but the eldest Timelord grabbed him and roughly yanked him away.
"Don't touch my brother!" the elder sibling roared.
"Unless you want me to force you to watch me torture him later, I'd suggest you both shut up and behave!" The Master stated, his voice calm, but the threat clear.
"All right…" Owen relented calmly.
"Sorry," Ianto apologized, gritting his teeth but keeping himself under control.
"That's better," The elder Timelord called the guards in again and soon the young Timelord's found themselves being dragged violently from the room.