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The creature known as the Destroyer...the Lord of Death...the Last Osiran...was in deep scheming thought. He was dwelling on what gruesome fate to bestow upon the Time Lord he now called his most hated enemy. Even Horus had not infuriated him as the Doctor had. Killing the man outright was too quick and merciful – the insect did not deserve his gift of death. He could tear his nervous system apart...or he could keep him on the very edge of life. There were no limits to what agonizing fates the Lord of Death could dream of. But before he could entertain anymore possibilities of what kind of end to bestow upon the Doctor, the klaxon of the Comm System in his Fortress had rang out, informing him of an incoming transmission. It appeared the Slitheen wished to commune with him. They would do well to have a good reason to disturb him at this time! Of all the insolent slimebuckets!
Using the only thing he could to activate the Comm System (his will – for that was all that was left of him), he answered the transmission. "Speak, and be quick – I was occupied with my plans," his ghostly voice commanded.
"Great Destroyer," one of the Slitheen's croaky voices answered over the Comm (he had not allowed them to use his true name – only the most devoted of his followers could, and he had found Slitheen notorious for deception and treachery), "I have called to inform you that the Operatives within the Unified Intelligence Taskforce have made contact with the leading figures of the Taskforce and with Torchwood Three."
"And you have the information I require?" the Osiran answered.
"Yes," replied the Slitheen. "But we have discovered more than we have bargained for."
"Explain!" the Destroyer demanded.
"Four of the observed enemies appeared to know more about you than the others," the lesser creature replied.
"Show me the visual replay," the ghostly Lord of Death ordered.
"Yes, Great One," came the answer. The Osiran activated the Visual Monitor in his Throne Room, and eagerly observed the events unfolding on the Display...
"Just how powerful is this...Sutekh...supposed to be, anyway?" a black-haired Human female with a Welsh accent asked the others.
"He's omnipotent, Gwen," answered a black-haired, American-accented man in WW2 Soldier garb. "If he comes back" – the Osiran scoffed at the idiot's use of the word 'if'; his resurrection was only a matter of Time! – "there isn't anyone who could stand against him."
"Affirmative; not even the Time Lords could meaningfully oppose Sutekh at the height of his power," chirped an annoying metallic voice, evidently coming from out of vision of the Operative. When the Operative leant forward, however, he realised that the metallic voice belonged to a Mammalian-based Robot, marked with the Human characters 'K-9'.
"Seriously?" asked a boy with short, black hair. "Not even this Doctor that Sarah Jane's told us about?" At these words, he felt both a stab of pure hatred and a vague feeling of recollection.
"No, Clyde," answered a woman's voice, at which the field of vision turned to face the origin of that voice. When it stopped, the Osiran recognised the woman – she was older than he remembered, but it was unmistakeably the woman who had been travelling with the Doctor when he and the Time Lord had first met. He remembered probing the Doctor's mind for that information, and had discovered her name – Sarah Jane Smith. "Even when he was imprisoned in the Eye of Horus, Sutekh was able to take over the Doctor's mind. He killed a man and turned him into a zombie. And using the TARDIS, the Doctor showed me what the Earth would have been like if Sutekh had been allowed to escape – a burnt, charred rock orbiting a dead star."
"So everyone dies if Sutekh becomes omnipotent again," a young girl surmised the gathering. There were unified nods.
"But how was K-9 able to decipher the graffiti message?" asked a brunette boy, his tone one of confusion, his words telling the Osiran that he was not a regular Human boy.
"K-9 must have joined the TARDIS Crew after Dad stopped Sutekh," another boy, with blonde hair and very anachronistic garb, answered him. "No doubt he would have programmed the general knowledge about the Osirans into his memory."
"Master Jonathan is correct, Master Luke," the irritating Robot named K-9 confirmed with the signature chirping voice. "The Doctor-Master added the information on Sutekh to all K-9 units he constructed." The ghostly creature realised that the blonde boy, Jonathan, was the Doctor's son...and he realised the perfect way to destroy the insect – family. He would destroy the boy first, along with his mother...and keep the Doctor alive in the most excruciating agony forevermore. And along the way...he would probe the Time Lord's mind for memories of other family members he could use to drive him insane with grief.
"And Miss Smith was there at the Scarman Priory when Sutekh tried to escape from the Eye of Horus," the American man summarised, "which is how she knows about Sutekh...and Romana will know because the Doctor will have told her." This woman – Romana, the man called her – was implied to be the boy's mother.
"Pretty much, Captain," Jonathan simply told the man.
"Who's this Romana everyone here's talking about, anyway? Maria's only mentioned her once or twice," the boy named Clyde asked the gathering.
"She's...the Doctor's girlfriend, Clyde – she returned from an alternate Universe once she found out what the Daleks were up to when they invaded," the girl who he guessed was Maria replied, briefly hesitating with the first part of the sentence as though she were not sure how to describe two Time Lords in a relationship.
"And brought a son back with her – yours truly," Jonathan told Clyde, confirming the Osiran's hypothesis. The Human boy just looked bewildered, but before he could comment on what the young Time Lord had said, the former turned back to the American Human. "And you know about all this because..."
"Torchwood kept an eye on all of the Doctor's doings ever since 1879," the Captain answered the young Time Lord – the creature didn't pretend to understand how a Time Lord was raised from their cradle...and to be perfectly honest, he didn't care. It was of no consequence to him. "They long suspected that it was the Doctor who caused the Scarman Priory to be burnt down. I often had to stop them from interfering, on the grounds that the Doctor had not had the encounter with Queen Victoria yet."
"No doubt that's part of the reason why Torchwood and UNIT have never really seen eye-to-eye," Jonathan commented wryly.
"Well, they'll just have to," Sarah Jane Smith told them, casting her eyes around to all the UNIT Soldiers and the three Torchwood Operatives. "Sutekh's far too dangerous to be wasting Time on petty catfights. All we can do now is sit waiting for the Doctor and Romana to arrive."
As soon as she said this, the creature shut down the Display. He was infuriated beyond measure! The brat Jonathan had no doubt informed his Time Lord parents of the Destroyer's impending resurrection! He had endured the most agonizing eternity of impotence! He would not be denied now! He had planned on encountering the Doctor again at some point, but he had not bargained for it to occur here and now, or for there to be a Time Lady assisting him in what would soon be his renewed endeavour to destroy him! This called for an immediate acceleration of his plan...
"Listen to my orders, Slitheen," the creature used his will to call over his reactivated Comm.
"Hearing you, Great Destroyer," was the answer from their Liaison.
"The nature of the information you have forwarded to me merits an acceleration of the plan," he informed them. "We have been compromised. The Humans have made my enemy aware of our operation. We must put the plan into action at once. Begin the Quantum Energy collection."
"Yes, Great One," the Liaison answered.
"There is another matter."
"May we ask what it is?"
"The oldest Human female present in the replay," the Osiran told him. "Sarah Jane Smith."
"We've had encounters with that woman before, Great One," the Liaison told him. "She is responsible for the deaths of three of our family."
"She is also guilty of assisting the Doctor to deny me my return," the creature informed his collaborators. "You are to inform the young Slitheen boy that he is not to deny me my revenge on her. If it satisfies him, first I will destroy all that Sarah Jane Smith has to live for...then the young boy may exact retribution for the death of his father. Do you understand?"
"As you command, Great One." With that, the transmission ceased...and Sutekh was left to ponder on the victims he would punish for their interference in his escape from the Eye of Horus...the Doctor and Sarah Jane Smith...they would pay dearly for reducing him to little more than a phantom. They had interfered for the last time...and this would mark the beginning of the rest of their lives...
A/N: Man...that took longer than it should have done. To all who have still been reading this since the last update - thank you for your patience! :D Please leave a review and let me know what you think - it means a lot! Thanks for reading! :D