Really sorry for the long wait. This was supposed to be up a week ago, but then I had to babysit, and I've been getting interrupted ever since. I was going to try to update earlier today, but when I was walking the dog I managed to lock myself out, and the only neighbour that has a key is on holiday!

OK, major news. From the 14th of August, I won't be here for two weeks. I'll be with four OAP'S! Great eh? *Dies silently* Oh well. But at least I'll have pleanty of time to write. I'm planning to if not finish, at least 3/4 finish this story, so that then all that needs to be done is for it to be typed up, so it shouldn't take too long after that. (But we've all heard that before, haven't we!)

This chapter, as I'm feeling sentimental for no apparent reason, is dedicated to the memory of my first pets, my three goldfish: Fishcake, Fishfinger and Cod. RIP........... SQUEE FOR SENTIMENTALITY!!!

That's enough with the bold font, I need to update now, I promised. On with the Doctor Wump, even though it's not so much in this chapter. Anyway.

On with the Ff:

Martha and Jack climbed out of the van. They looked around them, seeing an underground car park of one of the many modern sky-scrapers that punctuated the London skyline. They followed Adams through security and into an elevator. Martha noticed that every single officer they passed, including Adams carried a gun. She realised it was probably a good thing that the Doctor wasn't here; otherwise he would probably be trying to confiscate them all at once. The elevator doors slid shut, and Martha, Jack and Adams began to ascend to the Control Room, as Adams called it. The music playing in the lift was the kind that one would expect to find in hotel elevators, not in UNIT HQ. Martha swayed backwards and forwards on her heel, looking around the mirrored walls. Her reflection stared back at her, looking very tired, her eyes looking longingly back into her own, begging herself to go to sleep. How long had it been since she'd last slept? Two days? She looked up at Jack. His face was set in grim determination, and Martha reckoned she knew exactly what- or rather: Who- he was thinking about.

The screen above the door showed the floors they were passing: 32, 33, 34, 35, 36.... How high up were they going? She looked round again. She thought that out of the three of them, Adams looked the calmest, although looking closer; she saw that his eyes were out of focus and he was staring at his reflection with frightening intensity. The lift 'dinged' to signal that their journey was complete. Floor 42. "Ironic" Martha thought, remembering her and the Doctor's time on board the S.S. Pentallian. The doors slid open and the three stepped out into the biggest room that Martha had ever seen. It looked exactly like one would imagine a NASA control room to look like in real life, and on a much larger scale then in one's imagination. Huge screens covered the back wall, most of them displaying images of the Master's 4x4 from different angles, speeding down a road. While Martha glared at the image, Jack stepped forward purposefully, clearly in his element.

"OK people, come on, come, on, what've we got? Let's get this operation going!" He yelled, clapping his hands enthusiastically to get people's attention. Not that it worked. Everyone in the room completely ignored him, too engrossed in their work. ".... As you were.... people...." He finished meekly, stepping back to join Martha, her tiredness now forgotten.

A woman marched up to them and gave them a brisk salute, which Jack and Adams returned, while Martha just waved, timidly, realizing that the Doctor's views were starting to rub off on her. She turned her head away, just slightly embarrassed. Where was the Doctor? When were they going to start looking for him? Jack sensed Martha's mood, and turned to the woman who had introduced herself as Captain Erisa Magumbo.

"I think that's enough of the formal introductions Captain Magumbo, can we please get on? We may not have much time." He ushered them all on.

"Harkness, we've been trying to trace your friend's kidnapper, but he seems to have planned ahead to thwart us at every turn." Magumbo snapped back. "We'll show you what we mean." She yelled out a few orders and almost immediately the biggest screen fuzzed and the 4x4 reappeared, driving along at tremendous speed. "These images were taken from a satellite a few hours ago" Magumbo continued, pointing to the car. Martha found her blood boiling as she looked at the vehicle which held her helpless friend. She looked towards the driver's window and was relieved to see that it was tinted. She thought that if she could see the Master she might lose what little composure she had left. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into Jack's reassuring face.

"Cool it Marth." He said gently. Then he raised his voice. "But if we can see these images, surely we can see where he took the Doctor?"

"Well Captain, if you'd just continue watching, you'll see the problem."Magumbo said, with an air of annoyance. The clip continued to play for a few more seconds, the 4x4 reaching a roundabout. Just before it entered the road surrounding the roundabout, the words "OH NO YOU DON'T" suddenly appeared in bold red letters and a split second later, the picture faded to static. "Evidently he thought ahead. He's messed with all our satellites. Any time we try to use one to find your friend's abductor, we get the same result. Well, with all except one."

"What happens with that one?" Martha inquired.

"We get diverted to either the shopping channel or a suicide helpline. Maybe he thought we'd like to use it sometime." Magumbo answered, with no hint of humour.

"Well we always knew the Master liked to joke around." Martha thought.

"We're trying to think of other ways to track him down but it's very complicated and it's taking far too long. If you'll give us a few more hours, I'm confident we'll be able to come up with a strategy." Magumbo turned away, and then turned back again. "I don't suppose he has a mobile does he?" She asked hesitantly.

"You don't think we've already thought of that? Anyway, no, he doesn't. We keep trying to get him to buy one but he keeps forgetting, or so he tells us." Jack snapped.

"If we could, we would've already called him........." Martha tailed off, thinking.

"Worth a try!" Magumbo countered, shrugging. She turned away again and began to walk off.

"Oh... My ... God!" Martha whispered excitedly, hands flying to her mouth, eyes wide.

"What?" Jack exclaimed. Martha didn't answer. "Martha what is it?" Jack stood in front of her, hands on her shoulders, staring straight into her eyes. Martha lowered her hands from her mouth, silently staring at Jack. Magumbo had to lean in to catch the exchange that followed.

"He doesn't have a phone...." Martha said slowly.

"No....." Jack answered, even slower.

"But I do"

"Yeah....." Jack wasn't getting it.

"Miss Jones, pardon my language, but what the heck are you on about?" Magumbo was getting irritated.

"He doesn't have a phone!" Martha exclaimed.

"Yes, we got that much. But what's so amazing about you having a phone and him not?"

"He has my phone!" She almost shouted. There was silence.

"What?" Magumbo asked. "Why didn't you mention this before?"

"I only just remembered myself!" Martha countered.

"Why does he have your phone?" Jack asked her. Martha thought about it for a split second. Rescuing the Doctor was worth losing some blackmailing material, hands down.

"When you were drunk the Doctor videoed you on my phone trying to make out with inanimate objects, namely a tree with the Doctor's coat on it. After that you tried to snog him too, but you didn't get very far, sorry, but he just didn't let you." She admitted.

"You heard the lady! Let's go, go, go people!" Jack shouted to the room. There was suddenly a flurry of movement. Buttons being pressed and orders being shouted. "How far did I get with the Doc?" He whispered to Martha, very discreetly, yet not trying at all to hide his anticipation.

"You got one snog before he managed to get you off him. Then you chased him round in circles for a while before he sat on you. Then..." Martha broke off. She looked at the floor and walked away. Jack caught hold of her hand and she looked up into his face, tears threatening to spill down her own.

"Martha. It's not your fault. No-one could see this coming. Not even the Doctor." He tried to reassure her. Martha shook her head.

"It is my fault though. I was the one that asked him to go and help the Master. He wouldn't have gone over there if it wasn't for me."

"You didn't know it was the Master. None of us did. He was shielding himself from the Doctor. It wasn't your fault and you know it. You just feel guilty 'coz it happened. It's like survivor's guilt. You couldn't do anything about it and neither could I." Jack told her sternly, but somehow gently at the same time. Martha nodded, drying her eyes. Jack walked off to help with tracing Martha's phone, while Martha looked to the back wall, where the 4x4 had been a few minutes before.

"Just hold on Doctor. We're coming." She whispered. Jack looked over to her, and shook his head sadly, before turning away to help Adams.

The Doctor was vibrating. It woke him up. He opened his eyes, wincing as he saw his condition. Now that he could see it, it immediately began to double the amount of pain it was dealing him. He looked around. He was in a very dark room. The floor was damp and was dotted with puddles. Cobwebs and weeds were everywhere. One wall was piled high with wooden crates, most of which were rotting away He breathed deeply, trying to contain the moan of pain that wanted to escape. He moved his arms and was relieved to find that he wasn't tied. Not that it mattered much. He couldn't get away anyway. He was still vibrating. Why was he vibrating? He felt in his coat pocket where the strange sensation was originating from, reaching inside and pulling out a small phone. It was Martha's. "Probably her family calling or something" He thought, looking at the small screen: Withheld Number. "Not her family then." He pressed the button and raised the device to his ear, ignoring the pain in his arm.

"Martha Jones' phone" He croaked quietly.

"Doctor!" Came the reply, sounding ecstatic. "It's Jack. Are you-"

"I'm sorry, Martha can't take your call right now. I'm sure that if you leave your name and number then she can call you back within 24 hours. Or if you'd like to leave a message I can relay it if it's left after the beep." He finished speaking, and then left a very realistic sounding Beep. There was a pause, in which the Doctor could hear the words "He's lost his mind" and "Either it's a side-effect of that mind isolation thing, or the Master just hit him really hard. And I'm not sure which one sounds more likely"

"Doctor, are you OK?" Martha's voice crackled into his ear.

"Yeah, not so great really." He groaned "You? Did he hurt you?"

"Doc, we're fine. Listen; do you know where you are? We're tracking the phone but the Master's interfering with our equipment so it's gonna take a while. So do you know where you are?" Jack stopped Martha from answering.

"No I don't. How could I? I was in a boot! I know it's a warehouse....... But that's about it." He tried to be helpful, but he knew he wasn't really.

"Doc, you need to get out of there. We won't be able to get there until we know where "there" is, so it's gonna be a while, and we can't protect you from him. If you can get away from there and keep your head down at least he can't get to you."

"Sorry Jack, no can-do." He sighed. "Anyway, who's 'we'?"

"We're with UNIT. But Doc, why can't you get out?"

"Ah! Good ol' UNIT! Who's in charge there now then?" The Doctor asked, avoiding Jack's question.

"Captain Erisa Magumbo, sir." Said an official sounding voice. He felt a shiver run up his spine and winced.

"You didn't just salute did you? Please tell me you didn't..."

"............. No sir." Said Magumbo slowly, sounding very guilty. The Doctor could almost see her lowering her arm from its raised position at her head. Jack cut off any further reply.

"Doc, stop changing the subject. Why can't you get out?" The Doctor didn't answer. "You need to tell us. It could be really important. In fact, scratch that: It IS very important. So what's wrong?" The Doctor remained silent for a few more seconds, choosing his words carefully.

"You can't actually see me can you?" He asked. "Oi! Magumbo! Can you establish a visual link with this phone and your computers? You should be able to use the camera on the phone to get the picture. I'm sure Martha wouldn't mind getting another upgrade, would you Martha?"

"If it helps you then it's no problem" Martha sounded happy to be able to do something.

Magumbo belted out a few commands and the main screen turned to static again. The Doctor held the phone away from him, pointing the camera at himself. The camera's dim light suddenly came on, without him doing anything, and he heard an excited cry of "Visual Link Established!" The Doctor smiled at the camera.

"Hello!" He said brightly. Then the smile faded from his face. He turned the camera around the room, so that everyone watching could get a good look at the situation he found himself in, focussing for a long time on the very hard metal door. He showed them the grey walls, the puddles all over the floor, the weeds, the pile of crates, and the lack of windows. Then before he changed his mind, he quickly turned it so that they got a full view of his problem, and heard a loud chorus of shocked gasps.

He could see it properly, they couldn't. He could feel it, they couldn't. What they could see and imagine was nothing compared to what it actually was. Martha backed off, her hands back at her mouth. Jack looked around the room, anywhere but the screen, watching the faces of the other people. Most of them were looking away too, others were staring, and other's still weren't looking at all, and didn't give any indication that that had looked in the first place, they were so absorbed in their computers. The Doctor's leg was jutting out at a very odd angle, clearly broken at the hip, glistening with half dried blood, which turned the brown pin-stripe trousers even darker. The Doctor waited for someone to say something.

"Does it hurt?" He heard Martha ask, almost hesitantly.

"Oh it's just dandy really. I don't even know why I brought it up really!" He answered brightly.

"Why'd he do it?" Jack growled.

"Probably to stop me getting away, knowing him." The Doctor reasoned.

"Is that all he did to you?" Martha asked hopefully.

"Yeah, though he's hinted at doing more..." The Doctor trailed off. Then he closed his eyes, listening intently.

"So just stay out of trouble for a while, we can come and get you and sort his Time Lordship out." Jack sounded very happy.

"Shhhhhh!" The Doctor snapped, still listening.

"What is it?"

"Shhhhhh!" He repeated. They could all hear it now: The steady rhythm of footsteps on a cold floor. "He's coming!" The Doctor quickly slid the phone away. It skittered across the floor, spraying a small amount of water whenever it cut across a puddle, before reaching the other side of the room, coming to rest in the shadows. The Doctor had calculated correctly. It had ended up facing away from him, and they all knew that he'd done it deliberately. All they could see was the wall, but they heard the heavy door grind open and the Master's cold voice.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Am I now not allowed to talk to myself?" The Doctor retorted.

"You were talking to someone"

"Yes. Me. You've always said I'm mad, and I'm just confirming it. Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, though from your perspective, I should probably be way past that by now! It's never been illegal before"

"It is now" The Master snarled. The next thing the control room heard was the Doctor's cry of pain and the many sounds of crashed and beatings. "You. Will. Not. Talk. Back. To. Me. Is that understood?" He growled. It was a few seconds before the Doctor answered. The whole company of listeners had their fingers crossed that he wouldn't say or do anything stupid.

"You know? I don't think you finished that anger management course I recommended for you did you?"

For the next few minutes all that could be heard were the Doctor's pained cries and of the Master beating him mercilessly. Then they heard the IAC unleashing its power and the Doctor crying out again.

"You asked for that one really Doctor" The Master sighed cruelly. They heard the Doctor crash into the wall, quite high up, so that meant that IAC had had a hold of him and thrown him. Then he fell into the pile of wooden crates. The pile more-or-less exploded, sending crates flying across the room. One of them hit the phone and sent it skittering across the room again, this time ending up facing the action. They saw the Doctor fall out of the pile just in front of them and lay still. His face was turned towards them, eyes closed, unmoving, and a new cut on his right temple slowly beginning to bleed down his face. They heard the Master chuckle softly, before the heavy door ground shut and the lock clanged, echoing across the dark room. All eyes turned to the Doctor's unconscious form.

"Doctor?" Martha asked, whispering hesitantly. There was no response. "Doctor?" She repeated, a little more forcefully. Nothing.

"Great!" Jack moaned. "Well.... At least the picture's still coming through!" He tried to sound cheerful. It didn't work. Martha looked up at him.

"What do we do now?"

"Exactly what we were doing before. We work on the phone and trace the location. We find the phone we find the Master. We find the Master we find the Doctor." He turned to Magumbo.

"You heard the Captain! Let's hurry up!" She shouted to the room. Martha still looked worried.

"The Doctor's strong. He's been in tougher situations then this and you know it. We both do. The only reason it's any different this time is because he's being held by one of his own people, and that he's got a lot of help." He smiled, indicating to the room around them, reassuring them both. They looked up at the screen, still showing the Doctor's still face. Martha turned back to him, her face set.

"Just..... Promise me we're going to get him out of there. Promise me we're going to get him somewhere safe."

"I promise, Martha Jones." Jack said, very seriously. Then his face broke into a big grin. "Come on! We might as well lend a hand. That way it'll happen quicker too!"

They began wandering round the room, offering help and fetching items whenever and wherever they were needed. It took Martha's mind off the trouble a little, but she couldn't shake it off entirely. It was another hour before anything happened at all.

Martha was getting some equipment and Jack was fiddling with a computer, trying to get a better result out of it when they heard it.

"He moved! I swear! I saw him move!" Someone shouted.

"I saw it too! He twitched!" Someone else agreed whole-heartedly.

Martha and Jack almost raced Time itself to get to stand in front of the screen first. The Doctor was moving. His brow was furrowing, as if he had a bad headache. He moaned and opened his eyes, blinking both rapidly and slowly in quick succession. He moaned again, starting to get onto his hands and knees. He looked around him, wincing as he moved his head. He wasn't completely surprised to find the side of his face slick with blood. Looking relieved, he spotted the phone, hearing Martha's voice calling to him. He grasped at the phone, his hand shaking horribly. He just missed it the first time, sending it sliding a few feet.

"Come on Doctor!" Martha pleaded with him. "You can get it! Just reach a little further!" She watched as he raised himself a little higher, groaning in pain and crawling slowly towards the tiny machine. He reached it this time, raising it to his ear, his arm still shaking.

"Ouch......" He groaned, croaking.

"Welcome back" Jack joked. The Doctor didn't laugh.

"You planning on getting here anytime soon?" He broke off again.

"We're trying but as I said it's gonna take a while. You need to get away! It's the only way to keep more-or-less safe! You need to-"Jack insisted, before the Doctor cut him off. He quickly placed his hand over the speaker and looking towards the door.

"Not again!" He whined. He slid the phone away again, this time making sure it was facing away. He lay back down on the floor and tried to appear as though he was still out cold. Then they heard the door open, though not very much. It sounded as though the Master was just checking in on his prize, being a little paranoid. Then he chuckled, and closed the door again. But this time, the lock didn't sound. This was the Doctor's chance! It seemed as though the Doctor knew it too. He waited a few seconds, then raised himself, reaching desperately for the phone. He grabbed hold of it, almost crying out as he moved his injured leg. Everyone listening held their breath, occasionally whispering words of encouragement. It was painfully slow, but the Doctor's leg was paining him more, every time he moved it he felt as though it was on fire. Slowly but surely, he made his way to the door, using the frame to pull himself onto his remaining foot. He looked around the corners of the corridor, quite relieved to find it was almost pitch-black. It would give him some cover. Almost agonizingly slowly, he began to creep into the darkness, looking for a way to freedom, and to safety.

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So remember those dates: 14th - 29th/30th. *I can't remember which day exactly that I get back in the country* So that's the reason why I'm not contacting anyone or updating. I'm just telling you this because otherwise you may all hate me, and I get worried when I don't hear from people for ages, so really I'm just being a bit paranoid! SQUEE FOR PARANOIA!! (NO Fi3fi3, not Confidence and Paranoia, just paranoia!)