I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

You Know My Name- Chris Cornell

The Sound of Drums

Winter walked to the door of the plane dejectedly. Eighteen months. Eighteen months she'd been here. Stuck as the Master's pet without anyone to help. The security guard standing next to her pushed her forwards with his elbow and she followed running her hand through her bleached bob and squinting through the brown contacts the Master made her wear.

She'd seen Gwen a while back. The Master called her in to discuss Torchwood's progress and future. She'd walked through the door and walked straight past Winter like she hadn't been in the room dashing any hope that, that might have been a way out. Of course Gwen wouldn't have suspected anything. She hadn't known her all that long and she expected her to be searching her family roots in London, not living at number 10. Late at night sometimes she kicked herself for not recognising herself before on TV or in pictures but looking back she honestly couldn't remember ever seeing pictures of "Violet Saxon" that showed her whole face. Hiding in plain sight.

Standing at the door of a plane looking out at the crowd of press and general staff at the bottom of the stairs, Winter tried not to be too hopeful of seeing Jack or The Doctor. Every time she was disappointed. The Master grabbed her hand and gave it a vicious squeeze before descending to the hordes of news reporters at the foot of the stairs. He stopped to face the camera and spoke straight at it. 'This country, has been sick. This country needs healing, this country needs medicine. In fact I would even go so far as to say that what this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor. I shall fix this country and we shall, be well, again. Thank you.' He turned and headed for the airport with Lucy clinging to his arm.

'Miss Saxon! Miss Saxon! Smile for the camera! Miss Saxon.'

Winter looked at the video camera still recording and thought of Jack and the Doctor watching the broadcast. They had to be, they would never give up on her. She gave a slight smile and then hurried to catch up with the Master.

'Come on Violet.' The Master called. She glared at him and hurried after him. He leaned over to a security officer and nodded to the news reporter, 'I want that footage gone.'

The officer nodded and Winter bowed her head dejectedly.

'Head up Violet. You're rich and important now. Well, supposedly.'

She sighed and lifted her head determined to seem unbothered by him. He thought it was hilarious that he'd named her after her eyes. Like the answer was staring everyone who knew her in the face but she just thought it was stupid.

After they had landed on earth he had immediately set himself a back story. He sped off to the wardrobe and found himself a suit. He confiscated her phone, then he disappeared for a few days and came back with a girlfriend. They moved into a large house, fully furnished, but when Winter went up to the room designated as hers she had found a box of pictures. A family of four. Mother, father, boy and girl. She'd dropped the frames she had been holding and the glass smashed. You didn't just leave family pictures behind.

She had looked around the girls room and found it impossible to sleep in her bed. So she slept on the floor. A day later the Master had dragged her to a hairdresser and had her hair bleached and cut, then he had presented her with a box of brown contacts and that had been her life. For fifteen months she had lived this way until suddenly she was thrown into the public eye when her 'father' decided to run for Prime Minister. Not that the public saw much of her as she was mostly confined to the house and garden.

Winning the election was always going to happen, she had no doubt he had some sort of trick up his sleeves but it worried her that he had such control over everyone in Britain.

She sat in the car staring out the window and tried to think. Nothing came. What had helped her think back home? Ropes, climbing, exercise.

'Have we got a gym?' she asked blankly.

The Master stared at her confused, 'What?'

'A gym, climbing ropes. I want to climb.'

He pulled a face and lent back closing his eyes, 'Why would you want to do that?'

'Because I like to climb. I have nothing to do all day because you keep me in the house. I'm restless.'

He opened one eye and stared at her, 'Fine, I'm sure I can find a gym somewhere if it will keep you out of my hair. I have important Prime Ministery stuff to do. Stuff your human mind couldn't comprehend and I don't want you in the way.'

'Why even keep me around then. You could literally just let me out here and I'd be out of your hair.'

'And off to find your little friends back in Cardiff, do I look like an idiot to you?'

She sniffed but stayed silent. If the master thought he was doing it for himself he was more likely to give in, that's what she'd learnt so far.

They pulled up at Number Ten and she slid out of the seat and headed straight for the house retreating to her room immediately. It was pretty much empty. The draws were filled with outfits but other than a TV and books she'd taken from throughout the house there was nothing there. She'd had a lot of time to read and since the only thing around was law the room was now piled high with books she had read. If only she could get back to the TARDIS she could probably find her bag and hide for months but she hadn't seen it since he dragged her out into the world, quite literally kicking and screaming.

She pulled her contacts out and lay on the bed a pillow over her head. This had not been the adventure she'd had in mind when she'd met up with the Doctor. Jack had told stories of little trips to far off places, with strange people being held captive, or in grave danger. He'd mentioned the running and the peril but not once had he mention what to do if you were trapped in your own reality, in your own timeline, with a mad Time Lord hell bent on destroying the human race and ruling over the survivors.

There was a knock at the door and the devil himself strode in. He sat himself down on the bed and lay down next to her. He did this from time to time. Came in and talked. Just talked. It was how she got all her information from him. But this time it was good news.

'As you possibly may have guessed from my little speech earlier your silly friends have arrived. Not that that will help you much they're about to be blown to little tiny pieces. But! I thought you might like to know that Evan's going to take you to a gym.'

A body guard took a step into the room and stood with his arms crossed. She rolled her eyes as he hopped up from the bed, 'Have fun.'

TTT

The thinking wasn't going well. Oh she had thought of millions of ways to escape but what then? She couldn't go to Cardiff now, The Master had happily told her that he'd sent the team off to the Himalayas at breakfast that morning. She couldn't go to Andrew House, the workmen were still adding lighting and plumbing. Her mother was dead and if she stayed in London she would just be found.

All in all she was stuck. Stuck in the Master's care until someone came to save her. Brilliant, so now she was a damsel in distress. She hung from the ceiling and opened her eyes to look upon the dizzying height beneath her but that wasn't worrying at all. What was, was that The Master stood beneath her.

She swung from roof bar to roof bar and then down the ropes to meet him and he smiled peevishly, 'You didn't tell me you were such a little monkey.'

She thought back to Pip and selfishly wished he could be trapped with her, 'You never asked.'

He sucked in a breath, 'Oh now! Come come, don't be like that. I came all the way down here to bring you home.'

'Why?'

Anger flashed in his eyes and he grabbed her wrist then proceeded to pull her from the building.

'My bomb didn't go quite according to plan,' he seethed, 'Doesn't matter. If at first you don't succeed..?' He looked at her as he joined her in the car. She shook her head refusing to finish his silly rhyme. 'Try try again.'

The car pulled away from the gym and she looked forward to a long shower away from everyone.

TTT

Once again Winter was sat on her bed. Now staring out at the rain. She had seen the broadcast on the news. The Doctor, Captain Jack and Martha, public enemies one, two and three, armed and dangerous. It had made her laugh a little, Jack would like that, it would make him smile. She'd like to see him smile at her again.

She shook her head and pinched herself, the months had made her melancholy. Leaving the room and wandering around the house. She poked her head into some of the rooms hoping to find an empty room with a computer or maybe a tablet. The Master had had their rooms installed in Number Ten itself rather than Number Eleven. So the whole place was bustling with life.

She slipped through to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Rachel from administration was catching her breath in the corridor outside. Winter looked at her as she checked and rechecked her files and pulled her phone out from her left jacket pocket, then slipped it back inside. An idea suddenly sprang to Winter's mind. It had been a while but it still might just work.

She waited until Rachel began to walk towards her, her face still buried in her files then walked faster right at her. They collided and Winter slipped her hand into the left jacket pocket, sliding the phone out and distracting Rachel by grabbing her elbow to steady her.

'Oh God! I'm sorry Miss I should have been looking where I was going.'

'No, no,' Winter said, gathering the files up and handing them over, 'it's my fault I wasn't looking either. See you.' She fled the scene quickly and escaped up to her bathroom locking the door and turning on the shower to cover her voice as much as possible. She took a deep breath and dialled the number.

'Hello?'

She couldn't keep the smile from her face, 'Jack?'

'Nemo! Where are you? How are you?'

There was a clatter from the other end and she stifled a giggle at the thought of him falling off his chair or slipping from the side of a desk.

'Ten Downing Street, and I'm fine,' she whispered, 'little scared maybe and my eyes sting from all these bloody contact lenses.'

There was another scuffle and a cry of outrage from Jack as the Doctor came on the line.

'Nemo, how are you?'

'I already asked her that,' Jacks voice was more distant and very put out.

She smiled and gave a similar reply, 'Can you get to us?' the Doctor asked.

'He's got me barred into the house after the bomb didn't work but we're going out tonight. An airfield I think. Other than that I couldn't tell you.'

The Doctor sighed frustrated, 'Is there anything he's said? Anything that can help?'

She thought back and strained for information, 'Something about satellites, at least I think that what I heard and he keeps making references to 'the machine.' I think he's talking about the TARDIS but I don't know where he's keeping her.' She thought for a moment and then swallowed a ball of fear in her throat, 'and he's killed people Doctor. I don't know how many exactly but there was a house when we first arrived. Big house. He said the owners moved out but I found a massive box of photographs of a young family and...' she broke off as tears threatened to fall. Months of being frightened and alone and now it was all coming back to her.

'I know, I know,' The Doctor soothed, 'I'm sorry but we'll get you out of there, I promise.'

She sniffed and nodded even though she knew he couldn't see.

'You need to listen to me, okay?'

'Okay.'

'Don't try anything. You know how dangerous he is. You're a smart girl, just do what he says and we'll come for you.'

She agreed and, with a heavy heart, she hung up, storing the phone in her bra and straightening up to washed her face. She stared at her face in the mirror for a moment then took a deep breath and opened the door, only to jump back in shock when she found The Master standing at the other side.

'Two showers in one day?'

She was suddenly glad she washed her face as the water was dripping down her neck still. 'I ran out of things to do.'

He looked at her for a moment and then turned around and headed for the door. 'We leave in three hours. Dress up.'

She glared at him as he left then headed to the closet and pulled out a dark blue dress covered in stars. It seemed fitting. She grabbed her green coat and went to sit in the main room with a book.

TTT

The Master was smiling and rocking on his heels as Lucy and Winter stood behind him. Air force one had just landed and Winter was watching the President of the United States approach. The Master moved first and the conversed for a few moments. The President looked furious but the Master kept up his smile.

'You know how it is, new job lots of paperwork. I think it's down the back of the sofa. I did look, I found a pen, a sweet a bus ticket and …have you met the family?'

Lucy moved forward and Winter stood with her arms crossed. One of the men behind the President winked at her. She looked taken aback for a moment but for just a moment she forgot the horror of the whole situation and thought about Jack and what he would do, no matter how scared or stuck. So she straightened her back, loosened up a little and smiled cheekily back at the strapping young CIA agent.

'There are previsions at the UN to have you removed from office unless you are very very careful. Is that understood?'

The Master mimed zipping his lips shut.

'Are you taking this seriously?'

Winter looked around the Airport. Nothing but boxes and air force…wait. The sting she felt in her eyes as she looked at the boxes was not just the brown contacts. There was something there. It was like back home in Cardiff, when Jack stepped onto the invisible lift. What had he called it? A perception filter. The only people who would be here with a perception filter were…

She squinted and set her eyes widened. If she tried she could just make out Jack, the Doctor and Martha staring back. She tore her gaze away but let a real smile grace her face as she pretended to listen to the conversation.

The President walked away and the Master turned to look at the two women. He smiled and whispered.

'The last President of America.'

Lucy smiled back and grabbed his arm.

'We have a private plane waiting. We should reach The Valiant within the hour.' He motioned for his wife to lead the way and called her darling.

Winter looked at the Master as he scanned the air field, 'Something wrong?' she asked.

'Hand it over,' He replied.

She furrowed her brow, 'Hand what over.'

He span around and looked dangerously at her, 'Give, me, the phone,' he seethed.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' His eyes narrowed and his top lip twitched.

She gulped and pulled the stolen phone from her bra. He snatched it from her hand and then did something he had never done before, he backhanded her. She cried out and stepped back as he pointed to the car.

'Get in,' he ordered.

She fought back her tears and embarrassment at being slapped in front of Jack, The Doctor and Martha and headed straight for the car.

Lucy didn't even glance at her, 'Don't look at me. I don't know why he keeps you anyway.'

Winter wrapped her hands around her arms and set her jaw in place as she stared at the well worn converses that she simply refused to swap for other shoes.

TTT

Winter walked straight through the doors after the Master and his wife and sat at the long table. The Master had said nothing to her since the phone incident but she avoided him none the less.

He made his way to the table and she focused on the ceiling and walls. Too smooth to climb. There was however a large vent across the room near the stairs. She could just about fit through there. Not that that would do any good right now.

At exactly eight o'clock The President began his speech. The camera men glared at her and she got up and moved to the back of the room. The Master motioned for her to sit down but she pretended she didn't see. She couldn't watch this happen. Something was going to go wrong. For the Master to take power, to take over from The President, he had to die and she couldn't stop it. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Something warm slid into her hand. She looked down and saw another hand in hers. Jack kissed her forehead and whispered, 'Move forward.'

She let go of the hand and walked a few steps until she stood at the end of the table. Suddenly the Master leapt up from his seat and danced to the front of the camera with more of his normal blabber.

'…Maybe it's the capacity to laugh at myself.'

'Saxon what is going on,' the President yelled glaring down at The Master who crossed his arms and told him quite bluntly.

'I'm taking control, Uncle Sam.' He turned to the orb closest to him and motioned forwards, 'Kill him.'

The President erupted into atoms and the journalists in the room panicked. They ran for the doors as fast as they could. Winter jumped onto the table to avoid being crushed and scooted over to the front again, where Lucy was sat.

'Is this seriously what you want?' She asked the Master's wife, 'He just murdered The President in front of you.'

Lucy smiled and sighed, 'He's everything I want.'

Winter let out a cry of disgust that turned to horror as The Doctor was wrestled to the floor.

The Master laughed, 'We meet at last Doctor.'

'Stop this!' The Doctor yelled, 'Stop it now!'

Lucy got up from the table and went to the side of her husband. Winter slid off the table and stood deliberating her actions.

'As if a perception filter's going to work on me, and look it's the girly and the freak…although I'm not sure which ones which.'

Winter glanced around as Jack made a run for The Master, he pulled a device from his pocket and zapped Jack to the floor. Winter cried out and ran to his side with Martha.

'Laser screwdriver. Evan bring her up here. I should have my family around me.'

The guard pulled Winter off Jack's body and pushed her up the stairs. The Master wrapped an arm around her and she struck out in a moment of defiance.

'Someone detain her!' The Master yelled and two burly men took her arms and held them behind her back. The Doctor shook his head at her and she stopped struggling. 'Finally,' The Master sighed, 'now where was I, oh yes destroying the earth.' He nodded to the two men who threw The Doctor to the floor as The Master walked calmly down the stairs.

'It's that sound, the sound in your head! What if I could help?' the Doctor begged.

'Oh! How to shut him up? I know, memory lane.' He sat on the stairs and looked at The Doctor, Professor Lazarus? Remember him? With his genetic manipulation device? What did you think little Tish got that job merely by co-incidence? I've been laying traps for you all this time. And if I can concentrate all that Lazarus technology into one little screwdriver. Oh ooo, if only I had the Doctor's biological code? Oh! Wait a minute! I do! I've got his hand.'

The Master slammed open a large metal case at the back of the room with the Doctor's hand from Torchwood stowed inside. Only he and the Master seemed to know what was going on. Jack was still dead and Martha was no good, having yet to witness Jack make a full recovery enough times to realise he was okay.

'And if Lazarus made himself younger, what if I reverse it?'

Winter looked up at Martha as the situation became more and more dire.

'Another 100 years?'

The Doctor's body contorted and he yelled in pain as The Master pointed the screwdriver at him. Jack woke up in the confusion and added to the growing noise. Winter's head pounded with a steady drum beat of four, the machines behind her beeped and whirred at an alarming pitch and in the confusion she dropped to the floor. The men holding her didn't notice, they were too busy watching The Doctor change.

She scuttled behind them and used the machines to head for a bar above them. She crouched on top of it out of the way of any of the men below and tried to open the air vents, watch out of the corner of her eye as the, now white haired, Doctor sat up.

There was a rumble from below as the orbs spoke to the Master and he ordered the destruction of one tenth of the population. Amidst the destruction Martha stood up and looked at everyone she cared for. Winter stopped wrestling with the air vent cover, although it was almost loose. She had no clue how but she knew Martha was getting out. Although the selfish half of her brain screamed 'take me with you.' The other side won over and she nodded at Martha who nodded back and disappeared in a flash of blue light.

The Master dragged the Doctor up to the window and showed him the burning planet, 'And so it came to pass, that the human race fell and the earth was no more, and I looked down upon my new dominion as Master of all and I thought it…good.'

He stepped back looked up at the roof, 'You can come down now,' he said, 'It's over.'

Winter looked back at the cover and considered her options.

'Come now, we've had some good times together, why spoil it now.'

She glared back at his grin.

'Oh well, get her down please.'

The men who had previously held her, began climbing the machines as she had.

She stood up and moved along the pole like a wire walker. One man slipped and fell back onto the machine the other growled as he inched forwards towards her. She turned and levelled her balance watching him gain on her, calculating her moment. Then with a quick but deep breath she leapt onto her hands and pushed him off the pole with her feet, bringing herself back into the standing position and backing up to stand right above the stairs. She smiled at Jack who flashed a grin back but then looked worriedly at her feet as the tallest man in the room lifted his friend up. She wasn't expecting it in time and totally lost her balance when one of them grabbed her foot and tugged. Trying to grip the pole, Winter's fingers slipped but she smacked on of them in the face with her foot as she fell towards the stairs. She hit them, her head made a sickening thud and she rolled downwards to The Master's feet.

He poked her with his foot, 'Well, my little monkey friend, that didn't last long did it?'

She groaned and heard him step over her then felt warm arms and a familiar smell encase her.

'Take these two to their quarters as planned.'

Someone grabbed at her body but Jack wrenched her away.

'I'll do it,' he growled.

There was a pause and then the Master spoke, 'Oh, Let the freak carry his Misses, if it'll keep him quiet a while.'

Jack held her close and she felt him carry her through the doors into the unknown.

…

This was a bad start

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[Sonotalady: I'm really glad that you think she fits in because sometimes it's pretty difficult involving her in the story enough so you feel she's there and so you know what's going on at the same time as changing it so it's not just the same with her plastered over like paint. I'll warn you it's not looking good for Winter.

Zaziness: Glad you thought so! I love the Doctor Who episodes because they give so many possibilities. Torchwood can be difficult to write for sometimes because there are only so many places Winter can go and every chapter is full of the same characters, so Dr Who makes a nice change. Besides I love writing for the Doctor because sometimes I just write what I think I would say in the situation and it fits (it also helps that the conversations with him in all flow so well, especially with him and Jack, watch out for one of my favourite scenes in this chapter with the pair of them, if you tell me what it is you get a faster update. Say… tomorrow :D ahh well, I'll still be around, you never know you could convince someone that you have to see your relatives and look around the Dr who experience in the red dragon centre instead (it's AMAZING!) Oh I feel powerful, powerful enough to let you know what's going to happen right now…

Rachy Babes: I remember watching this episode and thinking Jack should have at least sent them a bloody text or something. But as my good friend Zaziness ^ up there ^ said, it probably wouldn't have fit in the script. Oh well. Thank you :D I'm glad your enjoying it and I hope I do justice for the rest of this section for you]