Callie:

I was not happy. At all. No matter what I did to distract him, dad wouldn't stop, he followed the Ood back to their home world. But I think the worse part was the fact that he was wearing a lei, and a stetson. "Come on, Callie."

"Dad, we don't have to do this, you know that we don't." I tried again, following him out into the snowy landscape in my leather jacket. "It's not always up to you, please."

"Calliope, my amazing daughter..." He sighed, hugging me. "There's one thing that you've let to learn about this family. If we can stop something happening, we stop it happening, no matter the risk for us. One day, you'll stop the running, you'll settle, but for now, this is how we do it."

Then he let go, walking away towards the Ood waiting for us. Dad... "Ah! Now, sorry. There you are. So, where were we? I was summoned, wasn't I? An Ood in the snow, calling to me and Callie. Well, we didn't exactly come straight here. Had a bit of fun, you know. Travelled about, did this and that. Got into trouble. You know me. It was brilliant. We saw the Phosphorous Carousel of the Great Magellan Gestadt, saved a planet from the Red Carnivorous Maw, named a galaxy Alison, after Callie. Got married. That was a mistake. Good Queen Bess. And let me tell you, her nickname is no longer."

Yeah, lets not go there, I wasn't very happy that you did that, dad. She was a cow. "Ahem. Anyway, what do you want?"

"You should not have delayed."

Dads eyes darkened a little as I pulled on my gloves, stopping my hands from freezing. "The last time I was here you said my song would be ending soon, and I'm in no hurry for that. Not with Calliope still so young in regards to our people" I was 56, dad, not young.

The Ood was unaffected. "You will come with me."

"Hold on. Better lock the TARDIS." And then he locked it like a car, making me laugh a little. "See? Like a car. I locked it like a car. Like. It's funny. No? Little bit? Blimey, try to make an Ood laugh, you end up making your daughter laugh instead. So how old are you now, Ood Sigma? Ah." He cut off, seeing the Ood city the same moment that I did, the icy spirals and buildings, reaching out towards the stars. "Magnificent. Oh, come on, that is splendid. You've achieved all this in how long?"

"One hundred years."

OK, that wasn't quite so magnificent, because it wasn't right. "Then we've got a problem. Because all of this is way too fast. Not just the city, I mean your ability to call us. Reaching all the way back to the twenty first century. Something's accelerating your species way beyond normal."

The Ood tilted his head to the side. "And the Mind of the Ood is troubled."

"Why, what's happened?"

"Every night, Doctor, Enfys, every night we have bad dreams."

We started being lead towards the Council, dad holding my hand tight as we went. "Why did they call me Enfys, dad? My name is Callie, Jace, or at a push, Seer."

He shrugged, his thumb rubbing absently over the back of my hand as we went well and truly into the middle of the city. "They told me about this last time I was here. They can look through time, the Ood, and they saw you, but all they ever saw of you, was the colours. Enfys is Welsh, Welsh for Rainbow, Love."

Oh, cool. "Could have been worse, I suppose. Could have been called Aurora, which is my least favourite Disney Princess. I mean, she literally does nothing with her life." Then we reached the circle sitting in an ice cave, the Council already in session.

"Returning, returning, returning, it is slowly returning through the dark and the fire and the blood." The Elder was saying. "Always returning, returning to this world. It is returning, and he is returning, and they are returning, but too late. Too late. Far too late. He has come."

"Sit with the Elder of the Ood and share the dreaming."

Yay, skin contact when I could shatter bones so very easily. "So. Right. Hallo."

"You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join. You will join."

We both linked hands in places we could fit in, and the moment the circle was finished we could see a laughing face that made my heart stop. No, no, no! He died, he died with mum, and Katie! "He comes to us every night. I think all the peoples of the universe dream of him now."

Dad and I spoke together, both adamant. "That man is dead."

"There is yet more." We were told, and we linked hands once more. "Join us. Events are taking shape. So many years ago, and yet changing the now. There is a man so scared."

That, that was Wilfred, Donna's grandfather. He was lovely, so kind to me when I first came back to this universe. "Wilfred. Is he all right? What about Donna, is she safe?"

We didn't get a straight answer. "You should not have delayed, for the lines of convergence are being drawn across the Earth. Even now, the king is in his Counting house."

Now we were given images of a black man and his daughter being photographed. "We don't know who they are."

"And there is another. The most lonely of all, lost and forgotten."

A woman in a cage, someone I'd never seen before. But she looked a lot like mum, same long blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. "The Master's wife."

The Elder was watching dad as I did, wondering who the Master was, and why he looked like my dad, my adopted dad. "We see so much, but understand little. The woman in the cage, who is she?"

"She was." He kept hesitating. "It wasn't her fault, she was. The Master, he's a Time Lord, like me, like Calliope. I can show you." He showed us something. "The Master took the name of Harold Saxon. He married a human, a woman called Lucy. And he corrupted her. She stood at his side while he conquered the Earth. I reversed everything he'd done so it never even happened, but Lucy Saxon remembered. I held him in my arms. I burnt his body. The Master is dead."

I cleared my throat, taking a shaky control over the dreams, and showed them my oldest, oldest memories, from when I was Jace, still human, and still happy living on Earth with my surrogate family. "He was also Harry Monroe. H, he was my dad, for years, before the accident. I, I... I was the one to ID the body, when I woke up from my coma, I was the one to pour dirt on each of the coffins. So, he's already died once."

"And yet, you did not see."

"What's that?" Dad and I asked, before we were shown a woman picking up his Signet ring, something that was lost in the accident. "Part of him survived. We have to go!"

But as we tried to pull away, they held on. "But something more is happening, Doctor, Enfys. The Master is part of a greater design, because a shadow is falling over creation. Something vast is stirring in the dark. The Ood have gained this power to see through time, because time is bleeding. Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil, and these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future, and the present, and the past."

That really didn't sound good. "What do you mean?"

"This is what we have seen, Doctor, Enfys. The darkness heralds only one thing. The end of time itself."

And then we were released, and started sprinting back to the TARDIS, running right through, landing outside a prison, but it was burnt down, and dad looked terrified. "Dad? Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked, as he pulled me back inside. "Daddy, what?"

He sat down on the seat and pulled me to sit next to him, holding me close. "I didn't... I didn't know quite how early he was sent back. I thought he was sent back to around 2005, not, not the 90's, my Callie. The Master... He always did have fun messing with me, and he'd have known you were my daughter from the start."

"So... He, he only came into my life to mess with you?" I asked softly, looking back at him. "He knew, he knew that my entire life then was a lie, and he made me suffer to make you suffer?"

"Callie, Cal, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He told me, looking so distraught. "If I'd have known, but... By the time I even knew the Master survived, you were in the parallel universe, and there wasn't anything to connect you both, I never saw a photo of your adopted dad."

Oh God... Everything I thought I knew about him, about Harry Monroe... I was never here for the Year That Never Was, but I would have known it was him then too. It had been so many years and I hadn't even been able to bring myself to lay flowers at Lucie and Katie's graves. "Lets... Lets just get through this." I muttered, getting to my feet, pulling my locket from around my neck to put it on the console. 50 years, and I'd never taken that off.

He moved us across London, and we got out of the TARDIS, standing on the cliff of what looked like a waste land, and dad sniffed deeply. And then we heard it. The four beat rhythm that dad, Harry, had always been beating on the table, the car steering wheel, everything. We started to run, running through piles of girders on the dockside until there was a figure on the skyline, the Master.

The man did an Incredible Hulk Impression, leaping into the air making us chase after again, and not even my shockwaves could stop him, but he laughed, a skeleton flashing through his grin. "Please, let us help. You're burning up your own life force." Dad shouted as I tried to stop him again, but as we kept running, a group of pensioners standing in front of us.

"Oh, my gosh, Doctor, Callie. You're sights for sore eyes."

"Out of our way!" I snapped, pushing past him.

But the Master was nowhere to be seen, he'd gotten away from us. "Did we do it? Is that them?"

"Tall and thin, big brown coat. Short, long hair and colourful clothes."

There was a very excitable old lady. "The Silver Cloak. It worked. Because Wilf phoned Netty, who phoned June, and her sister lives opposite Broadfell, and she saw the police box, and her neighbour saw this man and a girl who looked like his daughter heading east."

Excuse me? "Wilfred?" Dad asked, pulling him to one side with me. "Have you told them who we are? You promised us."

He shook his head quickly. "No, I just said you were a doctor and your daughter was colourful, that's all. And might I say, sir, Miss, it is an honour to see you again." And then we got saluted. Why, oh why...

"Oh, but you never said he was a looker." The excitable old lady was saying as they came over to us. "He's gorgeous. Take a photo." Wait, what? No way, I looked horrible, my hair was all over the place. They all started to fight for a position in the photo, and I ducked out to the back, looking carefully for Harry in the quarry area, my eyes able to see every sound, every colour, but there was nothing, no sound.

Silence.

DW

The minibus full of old people had been horrifying. I had several grandmothery type ladies tell me that I was far too skinny, that I was gorgeous, and that I'd make a man very happy one day, like that was really my goal, though I did care about Luke with both my hearts, dad wasn't saying anything. It was scary when he got like this, because he would spend about a day or so just thinking in complete silence.

When my ability got me used to constant colour, constant noise and everything around me being so busy, to suddenly have the main source of colour taken away, it was so worrying. The warm blues and reds in his voice to be replaced with the empty whiteness of the silence.

We got off the bus, and I instinctively took dads hand, getting a warm smile from him as Wilf followed with us, and we headed into a cafe. "What's so special about this place? We passed fifteen cafes on the way."

"Yeah." He agreed. "Afternoon." I sat down at the table next to dad, ordering a coffee and a cheese and bacon panini, eating for the first time in a couple days. Dad forgot to eat at times, I had to remind him. "Oh, we had some good times, didn't we though? I mean, all those ATMOS things, and planets in the sky, and me with that paint gun, and you came along to save me, Callie." I was still blonde then, my hair was all over the place. "I keep seeing things, Doctor, Cal. This face at night."

Dad finally spoke. "Who are you?"

He blinked, like we should have remembered his name, which we did. "I'm Wilfred Mott."

"No. People have waited hundreds of years to find me, and Callie, well, she's near impossible to find, she remained hidden on the streets for 4 years, and then you manage to find us both in a few hours."

Wilf shrugged. "Well, I'm just lucky I suppose."

Oh, Wilfred... "No, we keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again like something's still connecting us. It was you I found on Earth, not even Sarah Jane, who knew me."

"What's so important about me?"

"Exactly." Dad agreed wearily. "Why you?" And now he paused for a moment. "I'm going to die."

I couldn't deal with this now, I just... He knew he was dying, and he was walking towards it willingly. Getting up, I felt his eyes on me as I walked out, leaning against the wall around the corner. I lost everyone, I lost Lucie, Katie, I lost Harry, when I thought that he cared about me, I lost Rose, Mickey, Big Jackie and Little Jackie. Uncle Jack, he was out there, but I rarely got to see him. I lost Reinette, my sister. It was like I was cursed, that I would never have something for only a few years before it was taken away from me.

Pulling out my phone, I dialled the number in my second speed dial. Ring ring, ring ring, rin-

"Callie, hey, what's up?" Luke's cheerful voice came through, and I needed that, just for someone to be happy, unlike the misery and fear I had around me.

"Nothing much, Sweetie, just wanted to hear your voice." I smiled through the phone, fighting back tears that I refused to let fall. "I really want to see you again soon, it's the biggest problem with us living so far apart."

He laughed a little. "Well, we don't exactly live so far apart, its that your home is a spaceship. Tell you what, I'll ask mum if you can come over for New Year next week, how does that sound?"

Oh, that sounded amazing... "Yeah, yeah, definitely. That sounds amazing, Luke. I can't want for that, now."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "Callie, are you sure you're alright? Are you crying?"

"No, no, it's fine, Luke." I told him, wiping away the tears that had forced themselves out. "Dads just cutting onions for dinner, and he's doing a really bad job." Oh, he always knew how I was feeling through my voice, it was why... Oh, I should tell him, in case everything went so badly now... "Luke, I love you."

The smile in his voice sounded even brighter now, such a warm green that made me feel like I was in a forest, surrounded by nothing that could hurt me. "I love you too, Callie. Um, I'll see you next week, for New Year, yeah?"

"Yeah." I agreed, pausing as I saw a familiar red head, loading shopping into her car. "I'll see you next week, Luke. Bye." Hanging up, I ran over to Donna as she was about to drop a bag with eggs and a bottle of wine inside, but I caught it. "Hey, need a hand?"

She looked at me in confusion for a moment, and I knew she wouldn't recognise me, she barely knew either of my faces, but she then gave me a warm smile. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver. My fiancés just getting the rest of the stuff from the shop."

I spent a few minutes helping her out, getting her stuff in the boot, before they thanked me warmly, and drove off. Donna was so good for dad, everything that she did for him once Rose and I were stuck on the parallel world, when Martha left after the last problem with the Master. He needed someone like her back in his life.

Dad came back out of the cafe then, and I walked over and hugged him, and he held me tight, and I saw that he'd been crying. "It's OK, dad. I won't leave you, I promise. I'll always be here for you."

Night fell not long after, and we headed back to the waste land, dad asking me to hide in the shadows, away from where he was. It took a lot to not run out and sent shockwaves at him as he shot at dad with energy, hitting him squarely in the chest and he fell to his knees. The Master, I refused to call him dad any longer, caught him, before letting them fall to the ground. "I had estates. Do you remember my father's land back home? Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition. We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky. Look at us now."

"All that eloquence." Dad groaned, getting back to his feet "But how many people have you killed? My daughter's family."

"I am so hungry."

He looked at him with pain in his eyes. "Your resurrection went wrong. That energy. Your body's ripped open. Now you're killing yourself."

The Master wasn't listening to him, pacing around, his voice dark and malicious, a horrifying shock of bitter blood red. "That human Christmas out there. They eat so much. All that roasting meat, cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat, and flesh, and grease, and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin. Hot. It's so hot." Dad was begging him to stop. "Sliced. Sliced. Sliced. "It's mine. It's mine. It's mine to eat and eat and eat."

I couldn't... I couldn't just stand there and watch this, and I ran back out, pushing him away from dad. "Stop it. What if we ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you two and me."

"Oh yeah?" He paused for a moment, like he was recognising me. "Jace. Always wondered if you'd make it back to this world. I see you know the truth."

"Yes, I do, Master." I replied softly as dad pulled me back. "We've been told something is returning."

He spread his arms expansively, gesturing to himself. "And here I am."

Dad shook his head, moving me behind him. "No, something more."

"But it hurts."

"We were told the end of time." I told him firmly, ready to shatter him should we need it. "Are you even listening?"

"It hurts. Doctor, Jacey, the noise. The noise in my head, Doctor, Jace. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?"

This is why you went mad... "We're sorry."

"Listen, listen, listen, listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts, there it is, calling to me. Please listen."

Why didn't he understand... "We can't hear it. I am the Seer, I see every sound, I control it, but there's nothing." He reached out for me, and I took his hand instinctively, before the sound filled the air around us, and even dad looked shocked. "But... That's... No, no way... I just projected that sound! But there's no noise. There never has been. It's just your insanity, like dad told me! What is it? What's inside your head?"

"It's real. It's real. It's real!" He flew off again, and we started running after him, and I managed to catch up as spotlights shined down on us, one on me and my adopted father, and the other on dad. "All these years, you thought I was mad. King of the wasteland. But something is calling me, Doctor, Jacey Lyn. What is it? What is it? What is it?"

A pair of SAS guys came down on ropes, managing to inject the Master with something to knock him out, trying to do the same with me, but I fought back, letting out a banshee wail, pushing them back, but they shot a dart at me.

The last thing I heard before the night closed on me, was dad screaming for me to be let go.

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, my mouth tightly bound, and my hands encased in what felt like wood, meaning any sonic would just absorbed. It just didn't work with wood, no matter what. "If you would, Mister Danes."

My gag was taken off, as was the Master's, tied up even more next to me, but when I went to scream and shatter eardrums, I could barely make a squeak. "W, what..."

"I'm afraid, young lady, that we've had to give your vocal chords a relaxant. It gives you the ability to speak, but your powerful voice? It'll come back, this isn't permanent."

"Yeah, right." I muttered, trying to fight free, but I was held down tight. "W, where's my dad?"

"Right next to you." The man replied, and now I recognised him from the dream back with the Ood. We never did learn his name. "Harry Monroe, listed as your father before your death in 2005, Jaclyn." I let out a growl at my human name, but they didn't stop. "You have my daughter to thank for this. It's all her idea. She heard rumours of Harold Saxon, his disciples, his return, his daughter. It's the sort of thing she finds rather thrilling."

The girl beside him smiled, and I wanted to be able to make her ears bleed. "And I was right. He's back. The very man and daughter combo we need, and they're here. Oh, this is going to be wonderful."

What the hell were they talking about? "Sorry, but this isn't my dad! He was left out in the waste land. Harry Monroe was never my father, he was just my adoptive family. My father is an amazing man, and this guy? He killed my human family, leaving me alone, and on the streets."

"This is the man who stopped you being found out by the government, but there's time for this later." The Master was then transferred into a straight jacket, before we were lead into the next room, my hands still bound in wood, and there was a massive machine taking up the space at the far end. "Demonstrate."

Electricity surged across the Gate, and the power was all in different directions, before it fizzled out. Well, if they were going to show me the power in different colours, I was going to use my eyes to stop it. I could swap the cables easily, the sound that they made meant the energy could be transferred to kinetic. I was an energy specialist. "Oh, that's not from Earth."

"And neither are you two." The man smiled. "A perfect combination, don't you think?"

"Er, excuse me, sir. If I could check the basement?" A man that was practically sparkling with energy asked. "We're getting fluctuation on the power cords." He agreed, and the other woman who was all shiny and glittery left with him.

"The Gate was found inside a spaceship buried at the foot of Mount Snowdon. It was moved to an institute known as Torchwood, but when Torchwood fell, let's just say I acquired it."

I cleared my throat, which actually only made a small squeak again, but this was going through my system fast. "Torchwood 1, or Torchwood 3?"

"Torchwood 1, Jaclyn. Torchwood 3 still exists in Cardiff."

That was fine then, if Jack went off world, I wanted him back in the TARDIS with us, but the Master was looking creepily at the dude. "I like you."

He blinked, a little surprised. "Thank you."

And then he ruined it. "You'd taste great."

"Mister Danes?" A servant told his colleagues to bring food, and he was given an entire chicken, ripping it to pieces and devoured it. It was times like this that I remembered why I went vegetarian. "Jaclyn, would you care for anything?"

"I would care for you to stop calling me that." I told him firmly. "Really, my human name was Jaclyn, or Jace, and after that, after I was 55 and looking like I was about 20, I embraced myself, and went for my real name. Calliope."

The man shook his head. "Your true self has the same name, the name your father and mother gave you." My mother abandoned me and my father told me my real name. "Anyway, the device came equipped with it's own power supply. A Nuclear Bolt. One technician remains in charge of the feedback twenty four hours a day, and the power feeds through to the Gate, where it encourages some sort of cellular regeneration. Miss Collins was our test subject. She carried some burns as a result of an accident when she was a child, down her left side. If you could?" A woman stepped forward and showed her left arm. "The Gate mended her. Thank you."

Master of Nought next to me frowned a little. "But what do you want it for?"

"We calculate that if this device can be fully repaired by your good self, it can restore the body forever." He replied. "Hence it's given title. The Immortality Gate. Because that's what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter. I want her never to die. My gift to her. She will be immortal." No one deserves that curse, look at Uncle Jack.

"Abigail. It means bringer of joy."

He sniffed deeply next to me, and I knew why. I could see the golden streams from the TARDIS materialisation reaching us, even here. "Better get to work." The Master started typing furiously on a keyboard, but he made sure to do it near silently, not giving me enough sound to change anything, and my hands were getting no where. I could have tried to heat up the wood, but that wouldn't have helped because my hands would just burn. Come on dad...

The man watched carefully over him as he worked, while I stayed quiet, hoping that they'd forget about me until I made their eardrums burst. Until he went to stop him. "Now, please don't imagine I'm a slave-driver. We can resume work on Boxing Day, Mister Saxon. I'll let you spend Christmas with your daughter, I believe you have some catching up to do."

"My name is the Master." He replied, and I saw that he was finished, before he pressed enter, causing a wormhole to develop inside the Gate.

"Oh, excellent. Excellent! Mister Danes?"

He had him restrained again, and he looked horrified. Well, sort of. "What? But I repaired it."

"I'm not an idiot. Don't let him anywhere near that thing, shoot Jaclyn if he tries." Oh, brilliant. Now I was the bait near enough. "Your reputation precedes you, sir. I have no doubt you've laid traps. Perhaps explosives. A means of escape, or murder. You did kill your first human wife and her other daughter and lead the second to suicide. But everything you've done to the Gate will be checked and double-checked before anyone stands inside. But it's time for the broadcast. The President's grand initiative. You might want to see this, sir. Proof that the human race can mend it's own problems."

The news was switched on the TV, and I cleared my throat, feeling it almost back to normal. Oh, just you wait, gunmen... "And now, anticipation is rising as we go live to Washington. Here, on Christmas Day, the President has promised an instant and radical solution to the worldwide depression. Barack Obama will lead us all into a new age of prosperity. Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States."

"I'd like to speak briefly about the state of our economy-"

And then Dad ran into the room, looking terrified. "Turn the Gate off right now!"

"At arms!"

The guns that were trained on me went onto him, and I took the moment to let out a short, sharp banshee wail, causing them to drop, their earpieces fizzing in their ears. "No, no, no, no, no. Whatever you do, just don't let him near that device."

That made him laugh, throwing the straight jacket off and leapt over everyone's heads on pillars of energy. Right into the gate. "Oh, like that was ever going to happen. Homeless, was I? Destitute and dying? Well, look at me now."

"Deactivate it." I shouted as dad worked on getting me out of my restraints. "All of you, turn the whole thing off!"

But the effects had already reached everyone, getting inside everyone's heads as Wilf ran into the room. "Doctor! Doctor, there's, there's this face."

"What is it? What can you see?" I asked, not able to feel anything myself. I guess being a Hybrid helped. Half human, half Time Lord.

"Well, it's him." He pointed to the Master in the Gate. "I can see him."

"There's something wrong. It seems to be affecting the President." The TV told us as I ran with dad to the computer, trying to shut it down, shatter the circuits, anything.

"I can't turn it off." I looked at dad in panic. "Dad, it's deadlocked, even against me!"

"Wilfred! Get inside. Get him out." Dad shouted, running into half the glass cubicle, and he swapped places with the man on the other. "Just need to filter the levels." Wilf was suddenly able to see again as I kept trying to destroy the machines, but they were able to power themselves now. "Radiation shielding. Now press the button. Let me out."

He ran back out next to me, and I went to his side, looking at the man in the Gate. "Fifty seconds and counting."

OK, what were you talking about? "To what?"

"Oh, you're going to love this."

Everything was going to hell, I could hear the world, all the worlds colours changing to one, just one. Bitter Blood. "What is it, hypnotism? Mind control. You're grafting your thoughts inside them, is that it?"

He was still laughing. "Oh, that's way too easy. No, no, no. They're not going to think like me, they're going to become me. And, zero!" A blast of energy spread out from the machine, and I saw the dark colour spread everywhere, as far as my vision could reach, and everyone started to change, apart from dad, Wilf and I.

"You can't have."

"What is it?" Wilf asked from the Glass. "Doctor, Callie? She's starting to remember." No, no, Donna! "What is it? What have you done, you monster?"

The Master just gave him a bemused smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to me?"

"Or to me?" The Naismith one she'd, then his daughter did the same. Then all of them around the world.

"I'm President. President of the United States. Look at me!" He was applauded by an audience of identical him. "Ooo, financial solution. Deleted. Ha ha!"

The original in front of us grinned. "The human race was always your favourite, Doctor, you even bred with one to make that there daughter we both raised. But now, there is no human race. There is only the Master race. Bwahahahahahaha!"

Oh god... My Luke...