AN: Yeah….haha. The Master is amazing…as I'm writing this AN, I'm watching Jack getting beaten up in TW season 4, and it's kinda funny….What's everyone thinking of Season four then? Personally, I'm not liking it as much as the previous bunches. A little later again, like fifteen minutes again.
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"Where'd he go?" Ianto questioned blankly as he and his brother were shoved back into the room where the pair of them, and The Doctor were currently being kept.
"Don't know," Owen grunted- neither of them struggling remotely as they were dragged over to the chains once more.
"Boys?" The Doctor asked, looking at them in concern as he realised that they didn't even remotely fight the soldiers as they were freed from their handcuffs and forced into the chains again. "What's wrong? What did he do?"
Neither of his sons responded until the guards left the room; even whilst subdued, angry and saddened, they were still very proud. "He killed him…he fucking killed him," the younger brother whimpered, shaking his head- his love for the Captain was actually almost palpable.
Owen gently placed a hand on his arm and squeezed comfortingly.
"The Master didn't respond to well to the fact that we weren't disgusted by Jack's immortality…that we knew of the wrongness, and yet it failed to change our opinion."
"I'm sorry," the elder Timelord sighed, shaking his head. Even though the whole…immortality thing bothered him, he still absolutely hated what was being done to Jack- hated the idea of him suffering.
"Surely there must be something…I mean, I don't know…but surely it's possible, for me to make some kind of deal with The Master, to stop him from hurting Jack…" Ianto mused quietly.
"No!" the other two snarled.
"Why the hell not?" the youngest Timelord retorted, a fire burning brightly in his eyes.
"One; we won't let you, two; he probably wouldn't play that game, and three….Jack wouldn't want that. In fact, that would only make him suffer even more," The Doctor pointed out gently. Surprisingly, as opposed to combating his father, Ianto sighed and nodded slowly.
"And even if The Master did agree to it…he'd then just have another way to control the pair of you, and Jack," he agreed wretchedly.
"We're powerless to do anything about this at the moment," the eldest Timelord stated regretfully, dropping his gaze to the floor.
"Just have to wait it out…" Owen murmured.
"Like everything else at the moment," the younger brother acknowledged sadly.
"I really am sorry," The Doctor told them, his voice breaking with emotion. His son's looked at him in concern and sorrow- feeling bad for upsetting him.
"No one blames you," Owen stated gently.
"So please don't blame yourself, dad…" Ianto beseeched quietly. The Doctor shook his head and cleared his throat, making himself push back his emotions, for the sake of his two sons.
"Do you remember that time, when the pair of you were nineteen and seventeen, where you were both taken captive by those whatever-the-hell-they-were's, for almost a month?"
"Yeah," Owen agreed, chuckling slightly.
"And like all other times when we were in such situations, we took it in turns to remain on watch, one of us staying away for a ridiculous amount of days whilst the other slept, and then swapping round when we couldn't do it anymore…" Ianto mused wistfully.
"I don't want the pair of you doing that this time," The eldest Timelord warned, shaking his head to emphasise his point.
"It's gonna happen," Owen commented simply.
"You know we find it easier to stay alert if we're sleep deprived," the younger brother stated, shrugging his shoulders. "We sure get ourselves into a lot of trouble don't we, the three of us?"
"I'll say," The Doctor acknowledged, with a slight smile.
"You know…he's only doing this to fuck with you, right? I mean, I'm not saying this is your fault though," Owen pointed out, shrugging thoughtfully.
"Language," The Doctor warned half-heartedly, before nodding. "However, you're right."
"It really sucks…but you wanna know what I think?" the elder brother continued, sharing a smirk with Ianto.
"I dread to think…" The Doctor groaned, looking a bit worried.
"He wants you- and that is why he's doing this," Owen pointed out, his eyes alight with amusement.
"He's got me…he's got all three of us- in case you didn't notice," The Doctor paused and frowned at him. "Did you hit your head, or something?"
"He doesn't mean like that…he means that The Master wants you. You know…wants you, wants you," the youngest Timelord pointed out, snickering. The Doctor's eyes widened as he finally realised what they were talking about. "W-what? No! Don't be ridiculous!"
"It's like…you know, pulling a girl's pigtails in the play ground or…being mean to someone you like- simple, childish behaviour," Owen remarked, shrugging.
"No, no! No it's not- because he doesn't!" Their father retorted. The two younger Timelord's shared a glance and rolled their eyes, almost despairingly.
"You like him too…however, neither of you will, or can really act on it-considering the current circumstances," Ianto pointed out, sighing.
"Tragic," the older sibling acknowledged, shaking his head simply.
"What? No! I don't like him, and he doesn't like me! This is crazy!" The Doctor squawked, his voice reaching a pitch that was extremely amusing.
"Star-crossed lovers," the younger brother continued, smirking in amusement.
"No! This is madness!"
"Well, yes," Owen acknowledged, chuckling.
"One hundred percent," the other acknowledged.
"Enough of that!" The Doctor cried. "Ummm…do you guys remember the animals?" he changed the subject quickly.
"Yes…how could we forget?" the elder brother remarked fondly.
"You remember how much we used to love riding the Gallifreyan equivalent to horses…" Ianto murmured wistfully.
A few hours later…
The trio had continued reminiscing for a long time, and then had just moved on to have ideal conversations- all this was an attempt to try and separate themselves from reality, to take themselves back to a better time.
"And the-" The Doctor trailed off and sighed as the door opened and The Master entered again. "You just can't stay away, can you?" Ianto spat, shooting him a cold glare.
"I've been thinking," The eldest Timelord mentioned, ignoring Ianto's remark.
"Did it hurt?" Owen retorted innocently, both he and his brother snickering. The Doctor, who managed to conceal his own amusement, glanced at The Master and raised his eyebrows. "Go on…" he prompted warily.
"I was planning to," The Master spa.t "The three of you are currently relying on each other, feeding off each other. And well…it seems to work for the freak- plus it's making you all worry more, and I think it would be an interesting experiment to carry out on the three of you."
"And what would that be?" The Doctor demanded, looking a bit alarmed.
"Yes…what is it now?" the elder brother agreed frowning.
"Enlighten us, oh wonderful one!" Ianto mocked, sarcasm practically dripping of his every word. The Master didn't even have to raise his voice as he gave this order "In here. Now." Immediately, upon those simple words, four black clad guards moved into the room.
"Got them well trained, I see," The Doctor announced scathingly.
"Oh yes," The eldest Timelord agreed smugly.
"What the hell is going on? Drop all this cryptic crap," the eldest brother growled.
"What are you playing at now?" the other young Timelord agreed harshly.
"Your orders, sir?" a soldier prompted tentatively.
"Take The Doctor's sons, split them up; issue all three of them with long term solitary confinement," The Master ordered gleefully.
"NO!" The Doctor growled immediately.
"Don't you bloody dare! I mean it!" Owen hissed, shaking his head violently, as the guards converged on he and his brother.
"No! There is no way, no fucking way, that this is happening!" the youngest Timelord snapped, pulling against his restraints. Within moments the brothers were pulled to their feet and freed of their restraints. They struggled widely as the soldiers tried to force them into handcuffs. "Master, please! Don't do this! At least let them stay together!" The Doctor begged desperately, pulling against his own restraints.
"At least leave Levis with dad!" Owen suggested hopefully. With a rough tug, he managed to pull himself free from the guard's grips before they could manage to force the cuffs on him. The Master simply stood by, watching in amusement- knowing that he didn't even have to intervene, because the guards –out of fear of their own lives- would effectively deal with the eldest brother. One of the guards who'd been trying to force Owen into the restraints growled in frustration and delivered a violent punch, straight in his face- sending him sprawling to the ground. "You bastards!" The Doctor shouted, unable to do anything but watch as his eldest went down.
"Atrum? Atrum! Come on, you've gotta get up!" The youngest brother called anxiously, his own struggles momentarily stopping, giving the guards holding him the opportune moment to force him in the pair of handcuffs. Owen groaned and started to get up, but he was immediately pushed back down and pinned to the ground by one guard, as another shoved his hands behind his back and snapped the 'cuffs around his wrists- he was then violently pulled to his feet.
"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, spitting blood on the floor.
"Get the hell off them! Let them go!" The Doctor turned to the eldest Timelord. "Master, please! I'll do anything!"
"Take them," The Master ordered simply.
The brothers cursed and hurled various insults in unison, their voices mingling together as they were shoved forwards, their shouts and struggles mingling with The Doctor's.
"No!" Ianto seethed, wriggling desperately.
"Get the fuck off us!" Owen snarled, kicking out behind him.
"Shut up," a soldier spat.
"Bring them back!" The Doctor roared as his sons were dragged from the room, helpless to do anything but struggle, shout, beg and plead. The Master smirked maliciously as the two brother's were dragged away, deciding that the term 'kicking and screaming' was rather appropriate.