Rated M for sex scene...
The Capital was the largest city and as such was the best defended, but at the moment in it felt like a prison to the person looking out at it.
He let out a groan as he felt a twinge of pain. He straightened his back and let out a sigh.
"Are you sure you weren't an elephant in your previous life," he said to the cause of his pain. He shivered and moved away from the window and returned to the warmth of the fire, and the chair he should be sitting in.
His husband's last words before he left were to do as the physician said but rest and the Doctor never mixed and he done a little too much and was now paying the price.
He picked up the source of his pain and then sat down. "But you were so worth it...little Jakaar," and held the little bundle closer.
His entrance into the world had been difficult and the physician had told them it would certainly be fatal to have any more.
So they had stopped at three, Ashena the oldest, her brother Seska and now their little brother Jakaar.
Now they would have to rely on the loom that they were building to increase the new Time Lord race and with a twist of the DNA there would be no worry about inbreeding.
The whirlwind that was Ashena burst into the room and the Doctor marvelled at how he'd managed to give birth to such a beautiful woman...twenty-one and all fire, so much like her father all amber gold eyes and firey temper.
"I swear Seska won't make his naming day," she huffed and as she finished her brother, two years her junior blew in, dark eyes ablaze with annoyance, hair all over the place, almost a carbon copy of himself.
"You did that on purpose, you witch!" he shouted and they began arguing.
"Enough!" the Doctor roared. "So help me, you are not too old to be sent to your rooms!"
The two went quiet, if mother yelled it meant they were in trouble.
"Sorry mother," Ashena said and Seska mumbled an apology, very much like his father that one.
Ashena sat on the couch. "How are you mother, the physician said you did too much the other day.
"I'm fine, in fact I'm going out with the patrol in the morning."
"Can we come?" Seska asked.
"If you promise to behave and do exactly as you're told. Humans are tricky, but I suppose you have to learn. Now both of you bed...the patrol leaves early."
As the door was closed a voice said. "You weren't thinking of going out without me were you?"
The Doctor turned and standing at the door was the Master.
The Doctor smiled. "I thought you were fighting rebels."
"I was, the fourth resistance aren't resisting anymore. What I'm looking for now is a different kind of resistance," the Master replied, the intention clear in his voice.
A servant appeared and took Jakaar back to the nursery.
"Now about that resistance," the Master said.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Sweet Rassilon," the Doctor moaned as the Master trailed kisses down his neck and stopped at the treasure trail that led to much more interesting places, and that's where the Master's hand went, making the Doctor hiss and his hips raise off the bed.
"I don't see much resistance," the Master said.
"Keep that up and you will," the Doctor growled.
"Is that a fact?" the Master replied and repeated the same action.
"There you go," the Doctor hissed and let out a rumbling snarl and grabbed the Master's hand.
The Master grinned and tightened his hold on a certain part of the Doctor's anatomy. He attacked the Doctor's lips with renewed ferocity.
That got him the response he wanted and he felt and heard the snarl it elicited from the man beneath him.
"Tajh," he snarled and bit in the Doctor's lip, drawing blood.
The Doctor snarled in response and tried to shift from under him.
"Pajh," the Master snarled and using strength that would crush a human, pinned the Doctor down.
"Nai," the Doctor growled and pushed back, nearly succeeding in pushing the Master off.
"Oh-ho, I see I'll have to go away more often."
"Less talk, more..." the Doctor growled and in the way their love-making always went he lay back and tipped his head back, exposing his throat.
The Master's dominate side rushed to the fore and with a growl he took the Doctor...oh, the noises from the Time Lord under him...needy...wanton as he pushed inside his husband.
As they neared their completion their colours entwined and flashed lightning bright and sun brilliant.
"Beautiful," the Master said softly as the Doctor slept in his arms.
Ever since the death of Tejhan and the difficult births of Seska and Jakaar, the latter nearly causing the death of the Doctor, a sense of foreboding had sat at the back of his mind.
Yes, there was new Gallifrey in the heavens but how long would it be before something or someone took the Doctor away from him. He suppressed a shiver and tightened his hold on the Doctor and eventually fell into sleep.
One source of his sense of foreboding was staring out at the snow.
"So, the Master's back, that means the 4th has gone. I heard the Doctor gave birth."
"Yes sir, a boy."
He nodded and stepped back into the relative warmth of the cave, allowing his spy to slip back into the snow.
General Jack Harkness sat down heavily on his makeshift bed and let the news sink in; his task had just got harder.
The jingle of bits and the anxious whinnies of horses and the excited yips of hounds greeted the sun as it rose above the mountains.
The patrol had four extra members today and that made them hyper-vigilant.
"I love these cold mornings," the Doctor said.
"You would," the Master replied and pulled his collar closer. "I prefer the warmth of an RV."
"Nah, there's nothing like the bite of cold air in your lungs."
The halted when the patrol leader put up his hand and dismounted.
The Master and the Doctor urged their mounts forward.
"Tracks, my Lords...a large group, civilians and rebels."
"This close to the city?" the Doctor said and looked around nervously and then at his children.
"The tracks are hours old, my Lord. If they were close the dogs would have smelt them, they are a long way off."
The Doctor still looked uncertain and kept a wary eye on the tree line as they continued.
"Easy, there isn't a human behind every tree," the Master said but his words did nothing to settle the Doctor's who dropped back to ride with his children.
"Are there really humans nearby?" Seska asked, having only been as far as the protected zone around the city.
"Perhaps, but they won't bother us...they wouldn't dare."
His only warning was the distinctive whistle of an arrow and he ducked instinctively and the arrow buried itself in a tree.
More arrows followed and several of the patrol fell from they're mounts.
The Doctor struggled to hold his horse which was whirling in a nervous circle.
Several humans burst out of the trees nearest to Seska and made a grab for his horse.
Seska to his credit kept his nerve and swung his horse away.
"Go!" the Doctor cried as he finally gained control of his horse and landed a savage kick to the human trying to grab Seska's horse.
"Leave him alone you filthy T'ara!" he cried. "Go now!" he yelled again.
Seska urged his mount into a gallop and the Doctor used his horse to shoulder the human away.
He turned in his saddle and saw the Master struggling with another trio of humans...but where was Ashena.
Then he saw her...fighting off a single human...but before he could react, the sound of several engines filled the air...snow mobiles and he saw two burst from the trees...how the hell could humans have snow mobiles?
He never gave it another thought as they were after Seska and they would soon catch him.
With a snarl he snatched a rifle from one of the abandoned horses and set off in pursuit.
Seska urged his horse to go faster; he could hear the machines behind him and he knew they would catch him soon.
Within metres they had caught up with him and he was caught between two humans.
One of the humans started to drag him from his horse when a shot rang out and the human fell away, his chest a bloody mess.
Seska and the other human looked towards the shot and Seska grinned... there was his mother, rifle raised and now approaching at full gallop.
But his joy turned to horror when there was another shot and his mother's horse stumbled and came crashing down, throwing his mother who rolled over and over and eventually came to rest but never moved.
"No, mother!" he screamed and was then silenced by a cloth over his mouth and as his sight darkened that last thing he saw was the unmoving figure of his mother.
TransTranslation
tajh-submit
pajh-stop
nai-no
T'ara- human