AN: Yeah…sorry about all of the POV jumps and shit last chapter- I just kinda wanted to do a thoughtful chapter, you know what I mean? I guess soon, I should probably do the whole 'day-of-the-countdown-thing.' Gaaah…I dunno. I'll see what happens, and after that…I've gotta do stuff that lines it up for the second one, which will hopefully be fun.

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Ianto glanced up as he heard noises on the other side of the door. The Master, he suspected. His suspicions were confirmed when the door open and the Timelord in question strolled in, pushing the door shut behind him. "Levis, Levis, Levis…" he greeted thoughtfully.
"Um, okay," Ianto paused and rolled his eyes. "Koschei, Koschei, Koschei," he mocked, both humouring the other Timelord and taking the piss at the same time.
"Missing your father and your brother?" the Eldest Timelord sneered, ignoring the comment of the other man.
"Yes," the youngest answered honestly. He eyed The Master warily "Have you done anything to them?"
"Hmmm...technically speaking; no. I've yet to grace Atrum with my presence, and well…it's not The Doctor's blood covering the floor." The younger Timelord tensed, not liking the wicked glint in The Master's eyes…not at all. "What the fuck have you done?"
"Language like that is unbecoming of someone so young," The Master tutted, a cruel smirk spreading onto his face "Does the name 'Mark Korb' mean anything to you?"
"No…" Ianto answered in a soft and regretful tone.

"No, me neither. And well…your father has yet more blood on his hands. And he didn't even know the guys name," The eldest Timelord feigned sadness, pretending as though the information devastated him. Ianto, however, didn't have to act. Anguish and sorrow rocked through him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and dropped his gaze to the floor.
"Who was he?" he murmured.
"I don't know- just some young guy. Part of the resistance, but meaningless, unimportant. However, he served his purpose," The Master remarked, shrugging carelessly.
The youngest Timelord swallowed again, and turned his head away. He had nothing to say, so he simply said nothing. The Master smirked and clapped his hands together loudly. "Anyway, down to business!"

It was several moments before Ianto composed himself enough to respond. "It won't work," he stated harshly. "They won't let you use me to break them. Nor will you succeed in breaking me."
"I suspected that all three of you would come to understand my motives. If you hadn't done, I would've been disappointed," The Master acknowledged, smiling slightly. "However; why do you assume it will be you, and not your brother?"
"I'm the youngest. The one who requires the most protection. The one who, together, they both strive to keep safe. The effect on them would be greater, if it was me. And for another thing…hypothetically speaking; if you were to succeed in breaking either of us, I would be the quickest option."

"Although I'm aware that you're only saying those things out of wanting to protect your brother; I completely agree with you. In fact, those were the justifications that I gave myself," the eldest Timelord acknowledged, a cold smirk on his face and a gleam of malicious amusement in his eyes. Yes… he wouldn't kill this young Timelord in front of him, but it didn't matter…the boy would still serve his purpose.
"As I already said though, it won't work. If anything…it will only serve to spur the pair of them on," the younger Timelord stated, a fire of determination burning brightly in his eyes.
"Whether that happens or not, it'll still be beneficial," The Master countered, walking towards him.

"So, what are you doing?" Ianto questioned, watching him warily.
"You'll see," The Master chuckled.
"Right. Well, if you think that I'm going to be a submissive little bitch and let you do whatever the hell you want through out this whole thing, as opposed to fighting you the whole way, whilst being a rude and aggressive little sod…then you are severely mistaken," the younger Timelord spat.
"I wouldn't expect you to. That would be boring," The Master countered, crouching down in front of him with a smirk. The younger Timelord's eyes narrowed in irritation. He found such a position extremely patronising. Plus, it kind of blocked him in, and he could hardly move that far away due to his restraints.
"Aiming for the patronising approach, are you?" He missed the cruel flash in the elder Timelord's eyes.
"Just an added bonus, I suppose," The Master stated, his fingers flying to the young Timelord's temples.

Ianto's eyes widened. He wouldn't, would he? He then realised that the situation he was in, showed that The Master would indeed. He quickly threw up his mental defences, determined to keep the other Timelord out. However…he wasn't prepared for the pain that was to come. Seconds later, the elder Timelord brutally forced himself into his mind –drawing a rough cry of pain from Ianto- and ripping through his defences as though they were made of paper. Ianto's whole body tensed up, a tremor passing through him; partially from pain and partially from anger and disbelief. He tried to push the other Timelord away both psychically and mentally. Once again, The Master sliced through his attempts and resistance as though they were nothing, slowly starting to shuffle through his memories. Ianto knew The Master was much stronger but he refused to give in.

"Get out," he growled in the back of his throat. Time after time, he fought against the other Timelord; only to have his efforts ripped to shreds. That didn't stop him though, he refused to give in. He tried everything; constructing mental walls, tried to force him out, tried to block memories from him, and even tried to distract him by throwing up meaningless memories. Yeah, it was pointless but he put up one hell of a fight, battling all the way- only to be beaten down. When the younger Timelord almost hit The Master in the face, he tightened his grip on his temples; finger's digging in painfully to the pressure points and started to uproot every and any painful memory.

"No," Ianto groaned as a collaboration of various saddening, horrible and traumatic memories replayed in his head. He stopped fighting as much, but by this time….The Master had already all he'd wanted, the rest was just to really extend the torture. He finally withdrew –drawing a wince from the other Timelord- and stood up. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?"
The younger man spat a stream of curses and insults at him, in a variety of languages; calling him various different names, from under various suns. The Master grinned cruelly. "You know…I really thought you were going to yield before that point."
"And I never thought that you would violate another Timelord's mind!" Ianto shot back; feeling distressed by what happened. On top of things…he now had an almighty mother of head aches. It felt like someone was stabbing him, in his mind…which wasn't strictly untrue. Depending on how it was viewed, some could say he'd been stabbed in the mind. Not he personally, though. "Oh don't worry. That was only the tip of the ice burg. Levis…the tip of the ice burg," The Master promised him, looking as though he found his own words amusing. He then exited the room, leaving the young Timelord alone.

AN: I think The Master would enjoy saying things such as 'the tip of the ice burg', don't you?