A/N: Hallo. So this chapter is 1500 words long, and I've done that for a reason. If any of you remember the return of the Master, then you'll know where I'm going with this. Jack and Ianto are going to be, inadvertently, involved with the proceedings, but don't worry Saben will be well taken care of, I personally don't think Jack and Ianto would stand by while the time lords decided to murder everyone...that's just me though.

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The Doctor smiled and turned to leave, wanting to give Jack and Ianto time to get acquainted with their son. They looked so happy to be allowed to hold him and keep him close, and the Doctor was happier than he'd been in a very long time.

He hadn't noticed anyone had followed until he felt a hand grab onto his, to slow him down. His smile widened, knowing who it must be and he turned to face Micah. One look and the Doctor realized Micah wasn't as happy as he was.

"What?" The Doctor asked and Micah lowered his head with a sigh.

"How did you die? When I begged you to leave...when I wanted you to be safe...what killed you?" Micah asked and the Doctor stiffened. He knew Micah wouldn't be happy about what had happened.

"I went back to stop them...they were planning on destroying the whole of the universe so they could "ascend" and I couldn't let that happen...I had to stop them." The Doctor said, regret painting his words.

"You...you came back?" Micah didn't sound pleased. "I did everything to get you to safety and you came back?"

"I had no other choice, Magi, it was either I come back and stop it or the whole of the universe would burn."

"Whatever." Micah said, walking from the TARDIS. He couldn't be around his Doctor right now...who knew what he'd do if he stayed. He was just so angry...the things he'd had to do to get the Doctor to safety and he'd come back...what kind of ungrateful person does that? He needed time...he needed to cool down.

The Doctor watched Micah walk away, not wanting to follow him. He knew the other time lord was upset and nothing could get through to him when he was upset. So with a resigned sigh he decided to wonder about the TARDIS a bit longer.

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"Micah didn't sound happy." Ianto said, looking at the sleeping baby in Jack's arms.

"No, no he didn't." Jack confirmed. Jack understood Micah's outrage though. To try and get your family to safety only to have them run on back into danger...it would feel like a betrayal.

"I'd understand...I wouldn't be happy about it but I'd understand if it came to it." Ianto said, looking pointedly at Jack.

"You would understand, but you'd be just as upset about it." Jack pointed out, finally putting Saben back into the incubator. It would be one week of supervised time out of the Incubator before Saben would be allowed home, but for now this was a huge step for them. They could hold their son and that's honestly all that mattered to them. The whole of the world could fall to pieces around them, as long as Saben was alive and healthy, they would be happy.

Ianto yawned loudly. The days seemed to blend together in his worry over his family and he didn't remember the last time he'd had a full eight hours of sleep. He was exhausted and he desperately needed to sleep, and he was sure Jack was in the same position.

"Any rooms in this TARDIS for a night's sleep?" Ianto asked and smiled when a door appeared to the back of the room.

"I'll take that as a yes. Let's go to sleep." Jack said, grabbing Ianto's hand and making his way towards the room. He was exhausted and now that he knew Saben was going to be okay, he fell into the bed and fell into a sound sleep.

Ianto had to chuckle at how fast Jack had fallen asleep, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light, snoring lightly.

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The Doctor was fiddling with the control panel when his psychic paper decided to act up. Looking at the paper he smiled at what he saw. The ood were summoning him. He loved the ood, very kind species. The Magician would love them too, may even help cheer him up from what had happened so long ago. It would be worth an ask, if nothing else.

Running out of the TARDIS with a wide smile on his face, he looked around to try and locate his Magician and after a but of looking about he found him, in the cells, glaring at Gwen.

"It's people like you that make the whole of the species look horrible. If they were to base the fate of this planet on your shoulders, this whole world would be incinerated. I know, I know. Don't give me that look. I know your mind's broken, but it wasn't always. You had plenty time to get help, but you let it fester and your resentment grew and finally your mind just...broke. Like a twig, and I feel no pity." Micah said as Gwen looked murderously at him. She had no idea who this man was and he'd just stormed in and started insulting her. What had she done to him?

"I have remedies for your broken mind." Micah said nonchalantly. "I could give them to you."

Gwen looked up, hopeful. Could he really help her? Would he? Gwen didn't know. She didn't even know much about him, aside from the anger he seemed to have in regards to her.

"I won't give it to you, though. I don't think you should be given the opportunity my son was denied."

"Then why bring it up?" Gwen asked, glaring daggers at the new comer.

"Why not? How many people did you torment? How many people did you kill or nearly kill due to your selfish and jealous behavior? I can say whatever I like to you. My son was a very good kid." Micah said and Gwen rolled her eyes. What did she care about some bastard child of his.

"He was forced to see something he shouldn't have and his mind was altered. I wouldn't go so far as to say he was mad but..." Micah turned towards the Doctor then, glare still in place. "Yes?"

"The ood summoned me...It might be rather important so...come with me. We'll be back, we won't be gone too long.

"What about Saben?" Micah asked, and the Doctor smiled.

"The ood planet is a peaceful one. Nothing will happen to him there." The Doctor promised and Micah tilted his head, thinking about the consequences of going along.

"I'm mad at you."

"I know, but I promise, I'll make it up to you." The Doctor said and Micah glared.

"You can't make that up to me Doctor."

"I can. Come with me, and I'll show you." The Doctor said and Micah sighed.

"What happened to not leaving?" Micah asked and the Doctor shrugged.

"I won't be leaving...not permanently...and you'll be with me."

"Wait a week, until Saben's fit enough to be out of the TARDIS, and I will gladly come with you." Micah said, grabbing the Doctor's hand and leading him from the cells. The Hub was surprisingly empty. The Rift predictor had said it would be a quiet night and Micah, the Doctor, Jack and Ianto were about if anything did come up. The lot needed time off too.

"So the ood?"

"What about them?" The Doctor asked, happy to be conversing with Micah again.

"What kind of a race are they?" Micah asked, curious as they made their way to the coffee machine.

"They're telepathic, communicate via song mostly. They're fascinating really. They're born with their hind brain in their hands. Two brains...isn't that fascinating?" The Doctor explained, smiling brightly.

"How were they not at war with themselves?" Micah asked, looking towards the Doctor for answers.

"Oh, that's the brilliant part. There was a third brain that controlled the lot. Huge thing it was. The ood are marvelous creatures, quite different than what I expected when I'd first see them..." The Doctor explained, lowering his head in sorrow.

"What were they like when you first met them?" Micah prompted and the Doctor looked livid.

"They had translators installed and they were subservient. I found out later that their brains were cut away and replaced with a translator so they could be sold off as slaves around the universe..."

"Tell me you put a stop to it." Micah said, eyes wide and angry.

"Oh my yes. Why wouldn't I?" The Doctor asked and Micah smiled.

"My Doctor, the bleeding heart." Micah said, happy smile on his face.

"I do what I can."