Jack shook Seska. "C'mon kid, move your ass."

"So much pain..."Seska groaned.

Jack let out a growl and grabbed hold of Seska's face. "If we don't move, we can't stop it."

Seska shook his head as if to clear it and nodded and allowed Jack to pull him along.

"What the hell is your kid brother doing out here?" Jack said as they climbed the rising ground.

"He wasn't, he was at home...someone must have taken him and he's is such pain, some Va'isha is torturing him. That's why mother took off...he's angry captain, beyond angry."

Jack looked up at the track ahead; he didn't need Seska to tell him that, he'd seen it on the Doctor's face as he left the tent...someone was going to die and Jack wasn't inclined to stop it.

He increased his pace, hoping that Seska could keep up and to the boy's credit he did, although Jack could see the worry etched on his face.

"We'll get there kid," he said.

They rounded a curve in the path and stopped, just to get their bearings.

Jack looked down at the ground and saw a jumble of hoof prints and foot prints and he grimaced.

"Too late..."

"Yes, you are too late," a voice said and both of them looked up and saw the Master and Ashena looking down on them.

The Doctor jerked back into consciousness and as he did, so did his anger.

With a snarl he moved or tried to move but his movement was restricted by chains and there was something else...something that made his stomach roil, because it meant only one thing...he was back.

A sob from his left made his breath catch and he turned.

In a cage next to his was Jakaar; he moved as far as his chains would let him and said softly.

"Little one."

Jakaar was curled in a little ball but unfolded and crawled over at the sound of his voice; his blood boiled and chilled at the same time when he saw his son's dirty and tears streaked face.

His whimpered "Mama" and a pair of small hands reaching through the bars made his hearts lurch and he moved again but the chains stopped him a few inches from his son; but those few inches might as well of been a chasm.

With another sob Jakaar sat down and began to cry again and the Doctor's temper flared and he looked towards the small camera he'd spotted.

"I know you can hear me, you bastard. When I get out of here, I'm going to gut you like the pig you are!"

The door to their prison opened and his intended victim walked in and the Doctor couldn't stop a small shudder or his involuntary shuffle backwards when he entered his cage.

"Such language in front of your offspring, but then what should you expect when you've lost any manners I've taught you...no matter, the attitude will stop."

"You think I'm scared of this," he snarled and fingered the collar.

"That's a possibility, but your offspring is," White Coat said

"No!" the Doctor cried as White Coat raised a box and twisted a dial.

"Irlia ir isha!" he roared and lunged at White Coat as his son's screams of pain ripped through him but he was cruelly pulled back by the chains.

"What was that?" White Coat said over Jakaar's screams.

"Stop it...please!" the Doctor cried.

White Coat twisted the dial again and the screams stopped and there was an awful silence.

"That's better, less of the attitude and more respect. However, I think you need a reminder as to your place."

He turned the dial and this time it was the Doctor who was his target.

He refused to make any sound and kept his eyes locked on White Coat's, but all the time he could hear his son's frightened whimpers.

The pain stopped after what seemed an eternity and he was bathed in sweat from the effort of resisting and he collapsed to the floor.

He was hauled up by one of White Coat's men and his head was wrenched up and White Coat leaned right into his face.

"You've had your freedom, even bred and born more of your kind. Well no more...you are my property and will be again as will your offspring and as for your mate...well, you can forget ever being bedded by him again."

He stepped back and said. "Get them ready for transport and if he resists...punish the brat."

White Coat looked again at the Doctor. "Get used to this...you and your child belong to me and the sooner you accept it the better."

The Doctor fell to the floor again once the men let go of him and as soon as they had left he finally broke down and let the tears flow.

A small voice filtered through the tears but it only made him more miserable.

"Mama sad...Jakaar love mama..."

He pulled himself up and sat and drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them...he knew his fate and now his son was going to suffer because of it and there was no-one to help him.

Va'isha- bastard

Irlia ir isha- I will kill you.