Love him or hate...someone is back

The dungeons were as you would expect, not the most glamorous part of the palace, but he'd been in worse.

The last ten days he'd been left alone; not out of concern for his welfare but because his torturer was distracted by something more important. It had gifted him some respite but how long that would last he didn't know and he was glad of it...until this morning.

The door to his cell opened and a way too familiar bounded in.

"Good morning and it is a good morning!"

The figure stopped in front of him. "Aww, come on...you should be happy for me Jack."

Jack looked up at the Master. "What, happy that you've got your partner in insanity back?"

The Master pulled a face of mock sympathy. "Does the freak want a hug because I've got something he wants? I can give you a hug but I can't promise it'll be pleasant."

A few minutes later he was writhing in pain as electricity coursed through his body. He'd lost count of how many times he'd nearly died and the times he had died in intense agony.

But still they asked him the same question.

"Who is your spy inside the palace?"

And once again he screamed out. "I don't know!"

He arched against his restraints once again as every nerve and muscle burned and once more the question was asked and once more he screamed the same answer.

Then everything went black as he died.

"Take him back to his cell...start again when he comes back to life...I want to know who that spy is."

The morning sun was pleasant, not that he could see it, but he could feel it as he stood at the window of their quarters.

He'd been cooped up in the same rooms for three days now and despite his blindness he knew every corner of it and it was beginning to feel like a very tiny box.

He was starting to get frustrated...his healing abilities were not kicking in and the headache he'd had from awaking hadn't gone away and he stopped taking the painkillers as they were next to useless and he'd been very good at hiding it from everyone, including the Master.

Sighing he stepped away from the window and rolled his neck in an attempt to lessen the constant throb in his head; perhaps a shower would help.

He made his way across the bedroom, deftly avoiding the furniture and into the bathroom. He knew if the Master returnedfrom whatever he was busy with he would chide him for doing this, but he'd never been good at following orders.

The water came on automatically when he stepped in and he reached for the shower gel.

The pain hit him like a lightning strike and he let out a cry and crashed back against the shower wall and clutched his head...Rassilon, it felt like his head was going to explode.

Another wave of pain took him to his knees...he had to get out of the shower but his muscles and nerves were burning and he felt so hot...like his insides were on fire.

He cried out again and he crashed to his hands and knees and every muscle began to shake and every nerve fired at once. He went to cry out again but he was mute and golden light poured from his mouth and eyes and he crashed to the floor, the water washing away the blood that ran from his eyes and ears.

"That's it, come back to me," a voice said and shined a light in his eyes.

He flinched at the brightness of it...wait a minute...brightness? He blinked and to his delight he saw a fuzzy shape that looked very much like...

"Ni'ala, I can see," he said and tried to sit up.

"R'esa...lay still."

The fuzzy shape moved away and the Doctor could hear murmured voices and the sound of people leaving.

The fuzzy shape returned and he heard the sound of water and then something warm and soft on his eyes; it felt good and when it was taken away his vision was even clearer and he could see the owner of the voice as less of a fuzzy shape and more like the face of his husband.

"Hello," the Master said and once again lifted what was a soft cotton pad to his eyes.

"Sesma oil, your eyes will be sore. This will help, as will this," he said and kissed him. "I should be angry at you, for disobeying me, but you have your sight back."

He put the cloth aside and moved to the door and locked it. He moved back to the bed and the Doctor could see what the Master's intention where.

"I do however have to punish you in some way," he said and advanced on the bed.

"I have missed you my Storm...missed you in battle...missed you in my bed," the Master said between nipping his way up the Doctor's torso and placed a bruising bite on his neck.

He breathed in the scent he'd been bereft of for so long.

The whimper he elicited from the Doctor undid any control he had. He bit into that neck again and this time he elicited a growl from the man under him.

"That's it...fight me," he breathed...he wanted a struggle...wanted the Storm to snarl and claw at him.

He got his wish as another growl rumbled in the Doctor's chest and nails were dug into his side and he laughed at the pain.

He bit harder and the Doctor's blood flowed into his mouth and it still tasted as sweet as ever, that mix of hormones and life essence.

Another snarl distracted him from the taste as the snarl it elicited had more of challenge in it than lust.

He drew back and his smile turned feral, he was about to get the fight he wanted.

With an answering snarl he went for the Doctor and the furniture in the room was thoroughly tested for its strength.

The sun finally slipped beneath the Mountains of Perdition and two bloody figures cried out in unison and a breeze too cold for a spring night blew through the city as if in the words of a now nearly forgotten playwright 'something wicked this way comes.'

The guards snapped to attention when the figure walked into the dungeons and said. "I will see the prisoner."

"My Lord...no-one but the Lord Master sees him."

The figure snarled and the guard found himself against the wall. "And I am the Lord Doctor."

The other guard rushed to open the door.

"Leave me," the figure snarled and stepped into the cell.

Jack stood as the door opened; expecting another visit from the Master...but when he saw who the visitor was he shifted nervously.

"Doctor," he said relief and fear warring with each other inside.

"Hello Jack," the Doctor replied.

"You look good for someone who's been a cabbage for a year."

The Doctor said nothing just stared at Jack and it made him feel decidedly uncomfortable. He wanted to get a reaction, to see which version of the Doctor was standing in front of him.

He noticed the bite mark on the Doctor's neck and said. "I see he's marked you already...must be hard being someone's bitch."

That got a reaction and the Doctor snarled and grabbed hold of Jack's chains and he snarled.

"I am no-one's bitch. I just came to tell you... your pathetic resistance are already dead, they just don't know it."

In a part of the planet that was devoid of any human life, a swirling orange vortex began to form and grow and as it grew figures stepped out of and stood and waited.

One more figure stepped out and looked around him and then up at the sky and said.

"My, my...hasn't it changed...someone's been busy. Move out...we don't have much time...find him and bring him back to me."

The figure adjusted his coat and a flash of white showed beneath and he smiled...it was good to be back and he was going to take back what was his.

Ni'ala- Master

r'esa- calm