[Oh hello again you lovely people. Despite writing possibly some of the saddest chapters of this story there has ever been (and hopefully will ever be) I'm rather happy right now. Therefore I'm updating again. I'm dedicating this chapter to all the other poor souls in Britain who are sad because the snow is melting. *screams out the window* 'No! Come back I haven't done any homework for Monday yet!']

Making believe this is what you've conceived
From your worst day,
Moving in line when you look back in time
To your first day

The Electric Light Orchestra- Livin' Thing

Utopia: part 2

Martha, Chantho and the Professor began rushing around the panels and consoles, doing exactly as the Doctor ordered. Winter made to get up and help but Jack pushed her back into the seat, 'Rest.'

She growled in frustration at being benched and watched helplessly as they tried to make the rocket fly.

Her mind drifted to Owen, Tosh and Gwen, left at the hub without her or Jack and of course Ianto who she now wished she'd said goodbye to. She pulled out her phone and wasn't surprised to find she had literally no signal.

'I guess we're a little out of range,' she chuckled.

'Hold it up!' The Doctor called, she looked up to see he was addressing her from across the room. She held the phone in the air confused and he pointed the screwdriver at it and flicked the switch. A blue light shone from the end and the phone grew slightly warmer. 'Try it now.' He called and went back to the screen he had been fiddling with.

Winter watched Martha and Chantho leave and figured this seemed to be as good a time as any try to phone home.

The dial tone continued for half a minute until the phone was eventually picked up.

'What the hell do you want, I'm in the middle of something here.' She smiled and almost laughed in disbelief at Owen's angry tone.

'Owen?' there was a crash and a shout before he replied.

'Winter! Oh! Hi, how's London?' Winter looked around herself at the hustle and bustle on the alien world and decided to stick with her story.

'It's…Different.'

'Yeah, well, when you coming back?'

'I donno, what date is it?'

She heard him laugh.

'You been hit on the head? Only a week after you left. Oh, speaking of which, Jack's gone.'

Winter looked up at the Captain who was fiddling with some wires across the room but was obviously straining to hear the conversation.

'What are you talking about?' She tried to keep the anger from her voice. He'd just up and left them without telling, oh she could murder him sometimes.

'He just disappeared, not long after you left. We came back with the coffee and he'd gone. No contact nothing.' Owen sounded bitter and resentful, served Jack right for being so callous.

'How are you coping without him?'

Owen snorted.

'Miss bossy boots has taken control for now, she's mad. Tosh hasn't changed much, and as for your tea boy…'

'He's not my tea boy Owen,' Winter snapped, Jack looked up from where he was feeding co-ordinates into the system.

'Yeah well you can ask him yourself.' There was a muffled exchange of words and a shuffling sound as the phone changed hands and then Ianto's voice floated down the line.

'Winter?'

'Hello.' She grinned, 'How's everyone coping?'

He seemed to pause for thought and she heard deep breathing before he answered, 'Gwen's been distant, most of the time she takes his role of the fearless leader but I see her every now and then looking at the office like she's lost hope. She turns whenever there's a noise and expects him to be walking through the door. Owen's grumpy as usual but there's less of the humour and more cynicism in it. Tosh has gone quiet, there's no confidence in her any more.'

Nemo's smile faded at Ianto's description of a lost and broken team. 'And what about you?' she asked quietly.

'I…I…I can't get my head around It.' His voice cracked and she had a sudden urge to tell the Doctor to take them home to see him. 'I mean, It's stupid but,' he paused as if searching for words, 'I thought I meant something to him, and then he just, just disappears. I…'

She couldn't listen any more, 'You listen to me Ianto Jones, I'm not sure when he'll be back but he will be back. Back for you. Because I know him and you mean a lot to him. So you keep an eye on the team, make sure they don't fall apart because without you they will, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I promise.'

They said their goodbye's and she hung up. Placing the phone in her pocket and getting up from her chair. She approached Jack like a panther stalking its prey and then punched his shoulder, none too lightly. 'You left them!' she yelled, 'You left them without any way of contacting you, they have no idea where you are Jack! They're falling apart without you and you just left. Why are you so thick sometimes?'

The Doctor and the Professor had stopped to watch as the tirade continued until Jack threw his hands into the air.

'I know! I'm sorry! I didn't think, I heard the TARDIS and I just ran. I've been waiting almost one-hundred years to find the Doctor, I was excited. I wasn't thinking straight!'

'It's not good enough Jack,' she growled, 'You're a grown man with responsibilities and... and Ianto,' he looked her dead in the eye and she saw he got it so she let up, 'we're at the bloody end of the universe, so I'll put off shooting you until we get home.' She let out an exasperated sigh, 'Honestly!'

He nodded and motioned to the wires he'd been stripping and she waved him back to them marching back over to her seat and staring at Jack as he shamefully went back to work, a lot slower than before. The Doctor and the Professor shared a look before heading over to look at the TARDIS on the screen.

'Come on,' The Doctor held a hand out to her and she grabbed it, 'You two stay here, I'll bring it up.'

He led her out into the corridor and squeezed her hand warmly. The corridors were almost empty now, everyone was on board the rocket, they strolled along at a fast pace and the Doctor turned to look at her.

'Now, why don't you tell me why you're so mad at Jack?'

She sighed quietly, the anger had drained away at a touch of the Doctor hand but it was still niggling at the back of her mind.

'He has friends. Good people who we work with but… he just up and left them to travel with you and now… I called in to see how they were and it sounds like they're falling apart. They aren't ready to be left on their own yet and he has a boyfriend.'

The Doctor looked surprised, 'He's actually managed to hold down a single partner.' He screwed up his face and she giggled slightly, 'no, no I didn't mean it like that.'

'He has a partner who now thinks he didn't mean anything to Jack, and it's not fair on him.'

The Doctor watched her with old eyes, 'And you care about his partner a lot.'

She blushed but nodded.

'Does Jack know?'

She nodded again. They walked in silence for a while until he turned the corner and saw the TARDIS, his grin was infectious as he marched inside and she followed, settling down on the captain's chair. 'Now.' He rushed through a set of double doors and returned seconds later with what looked like a metal radio aerial and a pair of scissors. He stopped in front of her and dipped to his knees pulling her top up and cutting through removing the Captain's bandages. Then prodded the wound with the aerial. The area grew hot but as she watched the skin healed together and he smiled flipping the aerial in the air before scooting of to the other side of the console.

'Doesn't work with big wounds, takes too many skin cells to make up the graft and too much energy but it was worth a shot.'

She was staring wide eyed at her skin and prodding at it with her fingers, pinching the rolls of fat and trying to spot anything more than the thin white scar left behind.

The TARDIS re-materialised in the Professors room and the Doctor pointed to the double doors the other way. 'Through there and follow the light's as they switch on. Hopefully the TARDIS will lead you to the wardrobe.'

She gave him an odd look, 'Hopefully?' she repeated.

He shrugged, 'You may end up in the library, or the walled garden.' He pulled the grating up from the floor and she laughed before setting off to find the wardrobe.

TTT

Winter checked her watch as she exited the wardrobe in an emerald green top with comfy short sleeves and gold detailing.

On the way back she took a chance and pushed open a few doors. The TARDIS seemed to be complying and had left them unlocked. She found a swimming pool, a squash court, armoury, a room filled with rubber ducks and now she was strolling along a corridor of bedrooms. One caught her eye. A door exactly the same as all the others only, when she looked closer, she could make out differences in the swirls of circles that made up a sort of name plate, it was also open a crack.

She bit her lip and pushed it completely open. The room was blue, large, with a double bed and vintage, dark wood furniture. A light brown jacket and black scarf was thrown over a chair and books were scattered on the desk. The door swung closed behind her and she turned to see a coat hanger with a grey great coat and RAF hat, hanging from it. No? Could it really be? Jack's room.

She approached the bed and sat on the side reaching for the picture that stood on the bed side table. It showed a much younger looking Jack, more like the one she'd met in 1941, and a man with steel coloured eyes and dark hair, his wiry frame draped in a black leather jacket. He was smiling at a girl in between them. She was small with long blonde hair and an infectious smile. Her tongue caught between her teeth as she grinned at the camera. Jack had said Rose was blonde, was this her?

She put the picture back down and checked the time again. As much as she wanted to stay in the room and explore more she had a feeling they'd miss her soon and she didn't want to be found snooping around in Jack's room.

She slid through the door and made her way back through the corridors, her converses clanging against the uneven grating that covered some of the floor. The mix of marble, wood and grating made for interesting viewing as she turned into each new corridor. She guessed it may help the Doctor work out which corridor he was actually on because other than the floor they were all the same.

With a little help she found her way into the console room and headed for the doors on the opposite side of the room. As she moved she ran her hand over the console. A warm feeling swept over her mind and she snapped her hand back. Reaching out tentatively she pressed her palm against the console and once again felt the warmth.

'Jack was right wasn't he?' she whispered, 'you're alive.'

Suddenly she heard a scream outside and she looked up in shock. Without thinking she threw the door open and stepped out into the control room. Martha, Jack and the Doctor had all disappeared. Chantho lay on the floor, a live cable burnt to the flesh of her chest. Nemo's hands flew to her face and she backed up against the TARDIS. The Professor was typing into a console on the opposite side of the room. Chantho was dead and he didn't seem remotely worried. Her mind worked fast and came to the a terrible conclusion. She had to get out of here. She reached out a hand to the key, keeping him in sight, hoping that she could just slip back into the TARDIS without him seeing

A loud bang caught both of their attention but the Professor turned and saw her first. He glared at her as the Doctor's voice bled through the door.

'Professor? Professor are you there? Professor? Chantho? Chantho? Can you hear me? Nemo? Come on can anyone here me?'

The Professor moved towards her and she panicked.

'Doctor!' She yelled and made for the door.

'Nemo, thank god, let us in!'

She felt strong hands around her that used all the energy they could to throw her back from the door. She cried out as she collided with one of the sparking consoles scattered around the room and she heard Jack yell out for her from behind the closed door. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chantho move and point her gun at the Professor. She closed her eyes and listened to the shot.

Picking herself up she scrambled back towards the TARDIS and fumbled with the key. She turned and watched Jack, the Doctor and Martha run in, eyes wide. The Professor was blocking their way to her so she stayed as still as she could in the doorway of the time machine.

The Doctor looked at the old man before her and moved forward but that sparked a moment of panic. He span around and stumbled through the door, pushing Winter inside. Jack yelled out and she heard the Doctor thump against the closed TARDIS doors. The Professor locked the door and with a hand holding Winter by the scruff of her neck forced himself up to the console pushing her around the side.

'And locked,' he murmured as he leant against the console.

Winter took the chance to break away and run for the door, unbolting it. She could hear the Doctor on the other side but the bolt seemed to have done nothing.

'Doctor!' she yelled, 'Doctor, he's locked it, I can't open the door.'

She heard a cry of frustration.

'I'm telling you everything's changed, it's only the two of us, we're the only ones left!' The Doctor yelled.

Winter turned to look at the Professor and watched him glare through her at the door.

'Killed by an insect!' the Professor growled, 'a girl! How inappropriate.'

An unhelpful pang of anger at his sexism ran through Winter as she tried to think of ways to reach the switch the Professor had used.

'Still if the Doctor can be young and strong, then so can I,' he muttered, turning to face her, standing tall and leaning back ever so slightly. He smiled and looked straight into her eyes. 'The Master, reborn.'

Suddenly he burst into light, she covered her eyes with her hand as he screeched just meters away and then without warning collapsed to the floor. For a second everything seemed to stop and Winter took a breath before tentatively approaching his side, kneeling to the ground she felt for a pulse.

His eyes snapped open and she fell backwards with a scream. The new man jumped to his feet and turned around, getting his bearings before speeding around the console with the energy of a hyperactive child. She pulled herself up against the metal bars and watched him hit a button and proceed to talk to the Doctor.

'Now then. Doctor, oh new voice, Hello, hello, hello…'

He looked like a madman. She watched cautiously from the side careful not to make any sudden moves.

'Anyway, why don't we stop and have a nice little chat while I tell you all my plans and you can work out a way to stop me? I don't think!'

The Doctor's voice was now clearly audible through the TARDIS controls.

'I'm asking properly please! Just think!'

'Use my name!' he ordered.

The Doctor's voice was no more than a whisper that could only just be heard over the grunts of Jack and Martha.

'Master. I'm sorry.'

The Master screwed up his face and yelled in reply.

'Tough!' He began flicking switches and span around the console setting new flight patterns. The console exploded in Winter's face and she hopped backwards over the bar and onto the grating floor in surprise. He seemed to re-realise she was there and grinned at her manically.

'End of the universe, Have fun, bye bye.' He flicked the speaker systems off and continued to man the controls. She held onto the bars looking though them to the console and closed her eyes, praying for an idea.

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Anything?

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