We sprinted down the corridors at top speed and rounded several corners, the Doctor and Rose's hands locked together. He held my hand too, but I think that's only because he needed me to keep pace with him. Suddenly, we skidded to a stop and the Doctor held a long finger to his lips, looking around quietly but not moving his head. "We're being watched. Sh!" he blurted. I looked around as well and found a black security camera eyeing us from a corner in the wall.

"This looks like something out of a spy movie." I mumbled.

Rose looked over her shoulder at me. "Well, that's fitting, because you look like a spy, wearing all that black and the trench coat." I looked down and realized that I WAS kinda dressed like a spy. Another mystery. I sighed a little and my shoulders hunched forward a little. Usually I like mysteries, but honestly, there were just way too many right now. We carefully pressed ourselves against the wall and tried to walk under the camera. First the Doctor was able to make it under the camera, then Rose. However when I was under the camera, it whizzed around and looked right at me. Suddenly the pounding in my head, which hadn't been going on for a while started again, and my head started to vibrate again. Oh shit, I thought.

The Doctor yelled, "Run!" Which was easier said than done, because, well, the pounding was going on again. I heard psychotic laughter again and tumbled, feeling as if the earth had been yanked out from underneath my feet. I could just barely hear the Doctor and Rose yelling my name, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the pounding, beating relentlessly in my skull.

I woke in a cage. Like, the sorta cage you keep angry, dangerous animals in. What? The pounding was less painful now, but it still thrummed in the back of my head. I struggled to my feet and grasped the iron bars of the cage, looking out at all the cages stretched before me. "Hello?" I called curiously. There were groans, moans, and rasps back that I couldn't tell what they were saying, so I sat back on my haunches and scrunched my face up. "Doctor? Rose?" my voice echoed through the large room I was held in, but there was no reply. "Wh - what's your name?" a small voice asked me from the cage to my right. I turned and peered through the darkness at the girl who was inside, who was huddled up into a ball, filthy as a rat. And she smelled awful. "I'm Blue. I think. The Doctor said my name's Blue Destiel, but I don't really know."

"He did it to you as well, didn't he?"

"What?"

"He took your memory and put you here."

"Well, not here, in another room."

"There are more cages?"

"I… I dunno. I wasn't in a cage. It was like a regular little room. Who's 'he'?"

"We don't know his real name, only the name he wants us to call him."

"And what's that?"

"The Master." she replied fearfully, as if his name was a taboo and he would appear - poof - at the mere mention of him. I took a deep breath. This was the man the Doctor was talking about. The crazy Time Lord. "What's your name?" I wondered, remembering her. "I don't know. Who is the Doctor?"

"He's a friend. He'll get us out of here, and everyone else, too."

"How can you be sure?"

"Well, I can't. I haven't known him for very long, but I trust the Doctor. He's a good man, and he'll try to save me. I bet he's on his way right now."

"I hope so. Are you his wife?"

"What? No! I'm not his - that would be so weird!" I stammered, my eyes wide. She looked away. "And even if I liked the guy - which I don't - he's got the hots for another girl."

"Do they love each other?"

"Well, they totally do, but they don't admit it and think the rest of the Universe can't see how much they love each other. Just wait till you meet them. You'll be able to tell."

"Maybe."

"Oh no, you will. It's more obvious than... Than... Er, can't think of anything just this moment, but you know what I mean!"

I could hear the girl shrug. "I guess so. What do they look like?"

"Well, the Doctor is really tall, freakishly actually. He's skinny as hell. Like, maybe skinnier than me. He has bushy brown hair that brushes forward, and brown eyes. God, his eyes are so... Deep. Indescribable." Ok, Blue, or whoever you are, you're being creepy again. I shook my head a moment, and continued. "He sometimes wears thick rimmed glasses, and he's got a long brown coat."

"Loads of brown, eh?"

"Yep. Anyway, Rose has blonde hair that reaches around her collarbone, and dark brown eyes, she's smaller than the Doctor, but almost everyone is. She's wearing a British flag shirt and jeans. She's not exactly the thinnest person, but she's not overweight either. Why'd you wanna know what they look like?"

"Well, I really don't wanna tell you, but there have been several rescue attempts. Every one of them has gone wrong. I just wanted to know who these people are and what they look like, if they do rescue you."

"How wrong do the rescues go?"

"Terribly. He finds them. He always does. And he... Does something awful to them. He shoots blue energy into their chests, just above their hearts... And they die. They always do. And he seems to enjoy it!" She cried with venom. Ok, there was a piece of information the Doctor just happened to leave out. What else had he forgotten to mention? Escape and/or rescue sounded near impossible then. She took a breath. "There's another thing that happens sometimes. Often enough, if there's one or more people involved, he'll shoot the beams into one or two, but if there's a second or third, he sends more of himself after them. Like, clones."

Ok, that was really creepy. I shivered. Then some door opened. "Oh God. It's him." She whispered. I looked out through the cage bars. A man in black was standing in front of the door, which had light flooding through it. He walked over to my cage and opened the door and leaned down, and for the first time, I could see the light brown eyes in my head in real life. He smiled psychotically, and there was a malicious look in his eyes."Hello," he said. "Care to have a talk in my office?"

Rose awoke groggily on a cold stone floor, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Doctor?" she groaned. She felt a long, warm hand grip hers. "I'm here." he whispered. She sat up and looked down at him - for he was still lying down - and gasped in horror. The man she'd fallen in love with was bloody and bruised, ornamented with cuts and bruises. Blood dribbled out of his mouth and he moaned in pain. "Oh my god! Doctor! Doctor, what's happened?" she demanded as she put her hands on him, not exactly sure what to do. "Rose…" he rasped.

"It's alright, I'm here."

"The… the Master… he's here…"

"What? Where's Blue?"

"He… he took her… she could be anywhere… he could be doing anything to her."

"We've got to find her, but you've got to be better. What'd he do to you?"

"I dunno… must've done it while I was knocked out."

"What happened? I can't remember anything after Blue got caught."

"Some sort of mind ray… paralysis maybe… memory wipe…"

"Can we reverse it? I mean, remember what happened and find where Blue's gone?"

The Doctor moaned and rolled onto his back, spurting blood from his lips. "I… I dunno. We might never find her. I don't even know where we are now." he replied weakly. Rose looked around and left him temporarily to run to a door in the center of the room they were in. "Doctor, there's a door here but no walls and nothing behind it."

"It's a dimensional shift, but that's not where Blue is."

"A dimensional shift?"

"Sometimes when you've got the right equipment and enough power you can shape a dimension around a different object… like a sort of gateway. But Blue's not there."

"How d'you know? You said she could be anywhere!"

"Yeah, anywhere but there!" the Doctor yelled in annoyance. Almost as soon as he had shouted he curled up into a ball and vomited what little food he had in his stomach all over the floor and Rose ran to him, indifferent of the mess. "Doctor!"

"You've got to go find Blue and the TARDIS. If the Master gets inside…"

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, Doctor - but you're coming with me."

"I can't - "
"No, you will."

"Rose, I can't. Whatever the Master did to me he damaged something inside of me. Internal bleeding, vomiting - it's the opposite of good. I don't think I can walk."

"Well you've got to because I don't know what to do without you! What if he comes back?"

"Here - " the Doctor muttered, pulling an earpiece out of his pocket and shakily handed it to Rose. "Go find Blue. I'll tell you what to do but the connection might break up… these aren't the best surroundings for a rescue."

"It'll be alright. I can do it." Rose replied firmly. She took the earpiece and slipped it into her ear, standing and kissing the Doctor's hand. "I'll be back, alright?"

"Yeah."

She let go and strode toward a circle in the floor near the dimensional shift. "Is this a teleporter?" she asked the Doctor. He seemed to nod in great pain and she stared at him sadly one more time before stepping onto the teleport and disappearing in a flash of green light.

I was lead out of my cage and into a nice room. "What the heck…" I mumbled to myself, staring around, seeing the chandelier on the ceiling and the floors that didn't have a spot on them. And the full length mirror. As soon as I glanced at it, I couldn't stop. It was like I hadn't seen my reflection. Ever. I could see my pale skin, my short spiky dark hair, and when I looked at my eyes, I could see why my name/nickname was Blue. They were dark, dark, blue, striking against my pale skin.

The Master was sitting at his desk, and I could see a chair on the other side. "Sit." He said.

"I'm okay standing, thanks."

"Oh no, I insist."

"Seriously, I'm okay!"

"SIT!" he roared with such rage, I was stunned into sitting down. "Now," he said quietly, "Would you like some chips?"

That was unexpected. "Er, I'm not hungry." I looked down on the ground, and there were a few red spots. My stomach locked up and the lie about not being hungry became true. The spots were blood. But whose blood? The Doctor's? Rose's? One of the people in the cages? I squirmed in my seat, unable to look the Master in the face. In fact, the richly ornamented room was no longer beautiful to me. It felt more like a cage. A prison cell. A place where terrible things happened, and I felt like I may never get out of there alive. "Please do have some chips." the Master insisted, holding a sinister-looking golden bowl of chips out to me. I hesitated and then smiled painfully, taking the chips and biting down on one, making shallow mmm's and compliments. "Thanks… Master." I said uncertainly, not liking calling him 'Master'. I mean, what kinda guy makes people call him 'the Master'? He smiled sweetly and I tried to avoid looking in his cold, sinister eyes. "How did you know my name?"

Should I tell him the truth? I glanced down at the red spots on the floor and gulped. "The girl in the cage next to me." I finally replied. The Master sat back in his lush office chair, folding his hands. "Ah, good. Dinnertime! If you'll excuse me…" he laughed, standing and making his way to the finely carved oak door. "I'm just so hungry."

A burst of insane laughter and he exited his office, leaving me sitting there, trembling like an infant and still holding the bowl of chips. I shakily set them on the desk and took four deep breaths to calm myself down. "Okay… chill." I told myself. Suddenly a memory crashed into me and I sat stunned as I watched… what? A pair of legs flying into the air, raucous laughter but not the kind of laughter the Master exerts, and my voice reaching through the chaos. "Jesus, Yen! Chill out!" I yelled to a strangely blue-eyed Asian boy smiling like an idiot in front of me. He laughed again, but then the memory slipped away, weaving through my fingers like mist.

Rose walked the dark corridors with anxiety of what she might find around every corner. She didn't know who the Master was but she'd learned to fear whoever the Doctor feared. CRACK! For a moment, she panicked, but then she looked around a corner. Nothing. She tried to stop it, but she kept on seeing the Doctor, sick and bleeding from the mouth. A scream split her skull and she dropped to her knees, whimpering. "Rose? What is it! Rose?" the Doctor panicked into the earpiece. Suddenly, the scream stopped and Rose looked around in wonder, getting to her feet shakily. "What? Nothing. It's fine."

"If I'm going to get the Master you'll need to help me!"

"It was nothing, Doctor. Just some sorta… scream."

"D'you know who it was from?"

"No…"

"It was most likely the Master. He's playing mind-games with you, Rose. He knows… he knows that you're my companion and he'll do whatever he can to either win you over or damage you beyond even my repair."

Rose took a deep breath. "I'll be okay."

"You better be." the Doctor laughed weakly. Rose shared a chuckle and continued walking.

Even fifteen minutes after the Master had left, I hadn't been able to eat one chip. I kept on thinking that he'd poisoned them or something. In fact all I found that I could do was sit there, looking around the room. That's when the door opened, and since it had been silent for a while, I screamed. I looked over my shoulder, my heart rate accelerating. "Dear me," the Master said. "Am I really that scary?"

The real answer was yes, but I couldn't decide whether to say that or not. "Er, um, a little, I guess." I decided.

"Really? I'm not ALL scary?"

The way he said that made me scared, so I answered, "Okay, fine. You are scary."

He smiled widely. "Good. Champagne?"

This guy was becoming too unpredictable. "Excuse me?"

"Champagne?"

"Um, am I old enough to drink?"

"Ooh, clever."

"Huh?"

"You're trying to trick me into telling you about your life. I won't." He said, pouring champagne into a glass.

"Actually, I wasn't-" I began, but he cut me off.

"DON'T PRETEND. I know you were." He handed me the glass, but I didn't take a sip. "It's good. Take a sip."

"I don't really want to."

"I insist." I really didn't want him yelling again, so I took a sip. A small one. The over the top sweet taste burst on my tongue, and the bubbles rushed to my brain. The first impulse was to spit it out, but I was just barely able to make myself swallow. "Ug. Too sweet. Way too sweet!" I swallowed convulsively a few times, and I finally asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue for a while. "Why do you wanna talk to me?"

His grin made me uneasy. "I know that you have met the Doctor."

A stone fell to my stomach, but I forced a confused look on my face. "Who?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know you've met him. You said so."

I snorted. "When?"

"You were in the TARDIS. The drums were in your head, and I spoke to you. And you answered, 'Are you the one the Doctor's so scared of'?" Oh shit. I should not have said that. But instead of showing my panic, all I did was lean back.

"Damn. Damn. Seems like you've got me beat." I paused. "Now what're you gonna do?"

"You help me, and I'll help you."

"Why the hell should I help you?"

"Because I can give you back your memory." He got me there. I was floored.

"You can?"

"Yes. Help me."

But I couldn't, could I? I didn't trust him, especially because his eyes were like a snake's; sneaky and deceitful. So I stood up. "No."

"Why not?"

"You'd stab me in the back, wouldn't you?"

"Never. I wouldn't do that to someone who helped me. Trust me, Blue."

And Goddammit, I wanted to. His voice was so kind, and if I could get my memory back, it'd be worth it. So worth it… But then I remembered all that had happened with the Doctor and Rose. How could I betray them? All for someone who'd been tormenting me ever since I woke up? I looked at him straight in the eyes. "No. I won't. I can't betray them."

He got up too. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that."

"You're not. Don't lie."

"Oh, but I am. I am. Because, I can't let you go to find Rose and what's left of the Doctor."

Ice traveled down my spine. "What've you done to them?" Nonchalantly, I walked over to the desk and took the bottle of champagne.

"I haven't done anything to Rose yet, but the Doctor... Hmm. Let's hope you can find him, maybe heal him, because if he doesn't get help, he may just regenerate." It was so hard to keep a good poker face, but I had to look like this wasn't scaring me. He looked me in the eyes, and I tried to look away but couldn't. He kept my gaze like a hungry snake. "Besides, I really do need your help. And if you won't help me... I'll..."

"Do what?" I snapped.

"Glad you asked." A smile spread across his face. "I'll do THIS!" And he rubbed his hands together. For a moment, I was confused, but then blue energy came out of his hands and hit me in the chest. Agony burst through my body, and I couldn't help screaming. I tried to look at him but instead of one Master, there were three. Which one was him? The one in the center, dummy, I thought, and using up energy, threw the champagne bottle at his chest. It wasn't enough to permanently damage him, but a piece of glass stuck in his arm and he toppled into the wall. He yelled in pain and the blue light disappeared. I only had just enough time to regain my senses when he got up, hatred in his eyes. And in a panic, I ran out of the room.

The Doctor convulsed on the floor and blood dripped from his mouth as he heard Rose's voice. "Doctor? There's nothing here." she said. He struggled to get the top half of his body off of the floor and leaned against the wall, groaning in agony. "Is - is there a corner?" he rasped. "Is there a corner nearby?"

"Yeah."

"Turn left. No, wait, sorry. That was a time echo - sometime in my future. Dunno when… but turn right. Not left. Right."

"Okay."

Silence followed save for the rasping of Rose's breath and the soft tapping of feet on concrete. The Doctor groaned and struggled to his feet, clutching his stomach and vomiting, but he made his way to the dimensional shift and latched onto the doorframe. "Okay, I've turned - Doctor, there's something ahead."

"What? What - what is it?"

"It's… it's a door. Should I go through?"

"Rose, it might not be safe. You should just - "

"I'm gonna go through." she said despite. The Doctor rolled his eyes despite his pain and moaned. "They never listen - why do they never listen?" he murmured to himself. Suddenly, static exploded in his ear. "Rose? Rose!" She didn't answer.

I was still running, the only thing keeping me going was the panic. But my lungs kept on wailing, Stop! Stop! We're on fire! I answered, Tough, lungs. I need to stay alive. But I wasn't certain if I would. I could still hear the Master's footsteps behind me. Just keep moving. I heard an angry roar behind me and turned around to see the Master right behind me. In a desperate move to lose him, I took off my trenchcoat and let it go, and it flew into his face. I smirked a little and turned a corner, only to see something awful: A dead end. Oh God! Shit! Was all I could think, and I stopped for a moment, looking at the rails in front of me.

I gripped them for a moment, taking shallow, gasping breaths. I let go and saw bloodstains on the rails. What? I looked at my hands to see cuts all over them, most likely from the champagne bottle. I could hear the Master behind me, yelling something unintelligible. My heart beat violently, and I was so scared I tasted bile in the back of my throat. I didn't know what to do... And I thought something crazy. No way! Uh uh! But I had no choice as I heard the footsteps come even closer. I got up on the rails and stood there for a moment, gathering my courage. And just as the Master got to the rails, I jumped off.

The feeling of falling is hard to describe. You almost feel like you're flying, although you're not. Your stomach feels like it's flying into your throat. Anyway, the reason I'd made this crazy decision was that I'd seen stairs and stair rails and knew I could grab them. And as I was flying towards them I grabbed them and accidentally slid down, feeling the friction against my hand wounds, and I yelled in pain. As soon as I could, I let go of the stair rails and landed on my feet, one of them jerking to the side. Pain burst through my foot, but since it wasn't distracting I didn't pay any attention. I looked at my hands and winced. Blood was all over them, and my cuts were stinging badly. Burn marks traveled all over them. Ow. But I still walked a while, knowing that it would take a while for the Master to get to me.

I saw a small grate and decided to hide in it for a while. Then I realized: there would be bloodstains all over it, and he'd realize where I am. I needed to make a false trail. So I walked over to another hall and slathered my hands on the wall, and I walked a little into it, letting my hands drip onto the floor. Then I tore off some bits of my shirt and pressed it against my hands, soaking up the blood. I went back to the grate, opened it, and shimmied in easily. I had just closed the grate when I saw the Master running right underneath it. Panic gripped me for a moment when I realized he had no idea where I was. I had a feeling that he'd been following my trail of blood. He looked around a while, and for a terrifying moment stared into the grate, and I thought, This is it. I'm dead meat. But he didn't see me and ran off into the hall that had blood in it. I smiled a little and explored the ventilation system a bit.

After a while, I decided to check my pocket to see if there was anything useful in it. I found a broken phone that didn't have a touch screen and a music player and headphones. I plugged them in and pressed shuffle. The first song that came up was "Footloose". Immediately I knew a good memory was associated with this, because I could feel my head bobbing up and down to the music. Then a memory crashed into my brain: the Asian boy, myself, a girl with pixie cut blonde hair, and a boy with caramel hair and light green eyes... we were on a stage. I felt warmth surge into my body at the sight of these people: I knew I was with my best friends. I looked at the green eyed boy and he smiled at me. I felt myself blush. Then it was gone, disappearing like the wind.

Suddenly, I heard strange sounds of someone in the ventilation system. I immediately started crawling forward, and I crashed into someone. "Oof!" The person cried. In the dim light, I could see weathered olive skin and thin gray hair.

"Who are you?" I snapped.

"M'name's Bill." He said, wiping his brow. "Were you the one to get my distress signal?"

I gasped."You were the one who sent it?"

"Yep. Didja get it?"

"It wasn't me. It was the Doctor who got it."

"Who the hell's the Doctor?"

"Too hard to explain. Why'd you send it?"

'Couple 'a months ago, I woke up here, with no memory. But then my wife came. Saved me. But then... He found her, and he... he did something to her. Something awful. I need help saving her."

"I don't know where the Doctor is, but... I'll help you."

"Really? Why'd you help someone you just met?"

"Because, you said you were the one who sent the distress signal. If I'd mentioned it, and then you said you sent it, I wouldn't believe you. But you were the one who mentioned it first. How else would you know about it? Now c'mon. Let's look."

His smile looked too wide for his haggard face. "Thank you. Thank you so much!"

So we crawled down the ventilation system, but someone was already there.