Searching the Stars

by Singingfrogs

REWORKING Seven years ago she was taken from him, and seven years on she is still missing. The Doctor only has the TARDIS left and as he travels the universe with his new companion he has to investigate every planet for some sign of her. But when he starts crossing time lines things start getting complicated. Will he ever be reunited with her? Will he ever have his wife back home?

20. The Last of the Time Lords Part 1

The Last of the Time Lords Part 1

Alright guys sorry about the long update its just been a very busy couple of days considering I turned 18 on Saturday but anyway in this chapter a different font means a different character due to the jumping around in the episode I also have a warning as this is the chapter which contains some graphic rape you have been warned! hope you like it and PLEASE REVIEW

One year later

It had been a year. A year of constant wondering. A year of moving from continent to continent. A year of finding a weapon of destroying the terrifying reign of Harold Saxon or the name he had taken. The Master. Martha Jones once had everything. A large noisy family. A brilliant friend who she was in love with and a life filled with adventure. But now she was fighting for everything she wanted. Fighting for the Doctor and his love, fighting to prove that she was as good as his last companion and a woman she now realised as either his wife or girlfriend but her love for him was unwavering. Her determination to save him from the hands of the Master and return him back to his former handsome glory than living the rest of his long life as an old man.

The Doctor. Now an old man sitting in a wheelchair every hour of the day. Crawling into the chair from the tent which had been pulled up and placed in the conference room. Straw and mud present under his shoes, his bones constantly aching, brittle and weak. His mind and heart constantly falling to his friends. The safety of Martha as she travelled the world. The fear of his wife being harmed by the man he grew up with. The Doctor's hearts had broke when he realised what the Toclafane really were. The way Rose would look at him when she was pulled into the room as the Master had his way with her. The way his hearts shattered when she was pulled away from him. Not having her in his arms for a year was enough to shatter any lovers heart. The fact that he hadn't seen her in over 5 years and now having her here, he wanted nothing more to pull her into her arms and bring her back into the safety of his life long companion the TARDIS. But his mind was constantly filled with the tormented song of the ancient machine.

The Master had only allowed Rose to be reunited with her husband and the man who was more like her brother for only a short period of time. She had been pulled from the Doctor's arms. Her limbs clawing at the guards, screaming for her release, screaming for the Doctor. But her mouth had been bound, her arms and legs shackled while she was dragged from the room. Jack being pulled from the old Doctor at the same time. So at this moment Rose was sitting in a cold stone room which neighboured the Valiant's air conditioning. Her mind filled with the TARDIS's upsetting song with no blankets, no light and hardly any food. She was still in the pale dress the Master and placed on her. Cloth which barely covered anything. Her body constantly shaking from the cold damp conditions she called her home. Not once getting talked to. The Master constantly asking for her. Always smiling at her... taking advantage as he beat her. As he kissed her. All the while rubbing it in the Doctor's face that he could touch her. Rose wanted nothing more than slap the arrogant Time Lord around the face. Constantly trying to force his mind from hers was causing her to collapse with exhaustion. Both her and all her friends were suffering with such extremes of torture.

Captain Jack Harkness. Once upon a time he was a time agent searching the galaxy. But now he was a citizen of Earth. Britain. Wales. Cardiff. Head of TORCHWOOD three. His mind and thoughts constantly shifting to the people who had become more of his family than his work colleagues. But it had been a year since him and Rose had been placed in opposite ends of the corridor. His side holding such an intensity of heat as the heat energy travelled through the vent chamber that he was being held in, while Rose was confined to a room neighbouring the air conditioning. Jack knew she was more advanced and less weak than normal human beings and she was mostly time lady but he couldn't help but wince when he took in her pallor. Her tainted blue skin from the extreme cold. Her Fatigue which was present due to the bags under her eyes as she was dragged towards the Master. The worry that was present in his stomach as he looked at her once curvy figure which was now bony and skinny. All the symptoms which showed just how ill and suffering Rose had to go through.

A young man in his late twenties with a scruffy beard, large brown eyes and short cropped brown hair was holding a large lantern which emitted a large amount of light was standing in the darkness. The cold night air biting at his thick coat which hung from his bulky strong form as he watched the boat off shore answer with a light of its own. A small thin figure dressed completely in black suddenly flung themselves from boats side and started to wade ashore and onto the beach. As the figure was striding over the sand she turned back towards the people in the boat and waved her goodbyes before they set back toward their home. The figure started to run up the beach, one of their hands on their rucksack strap while the other was swinging next to them. This young small figure is Martha. Martha Jones, companion to the Doctor and Earth's only chance of escaping the clutches of the Master's hands.

"What's your name, then?" Martha breathed when she met with the man standing in front of her.

"Tom Milligan. No need to ask who you are, the famous Martha Jones." He stated while Martha looked around at her surroundings and then back towards Tom. Her breaths were coming out harshly due to her short run, while she could see her breath. "How long since you were last in Britain?"

"365 days. It's been a long year." Martha replied, her eyes flickering all over Tom's face, studying it closely while she answered his question. He nodded before motioning her to walk to the left. He fell into step beside her while they took large sides so they wouldn't sink into the damp sand.

"So what's the plan?" Tom enquired as he looked down at the young woman. One of his hands still clutching the handle of the lantern

"This Professor Docherty. I need to see her. Can you get me there?" Martha asked, her own hands swinging next to her. At the end of her first sentence Tom looked down at her and then back to the ground at his feet as he looked where he was going. But Martha looked up at him when she finished talking to him, awaiting his answer to his question.

"She works in a repair shed, Nuclear Plant 7. I can get you inside. What's all this for? What's so important about her?" Tom replied, his eyes never once leaving the ground in front of him while Martha nodded her head in understanding

"Sorry, the more you know, the more you're at risk." Martha simply snapped as she looked off into the distance, being rather blunt with the man who was trying to help her.

"There's a lot of people depending on you. You're a bit of a legend." Tom stated, shrugging off her bluntness

"What does the legend say?" Martha questioned, her tone holding authority but a sense of snootiness and self admiration as she thought back to what she had been through via the last year,

"That you sailed the Atlantic, walked across America. That you're the only person to get out of Japan alive. 'Martha Jones', they say, 'She's gonna save the world.' Bit late for that." Tom responded his face and eyes looking back to her every now and then while they both continued to walk along the beach. As they rounded a corner their terrain changed from sand to that of long grass and hard mud. They rounded another corner with the wind now blowing onto their backs for Martha to see the image of a large military green Land Rover.

"How come you can drive? Don't you get stopped?" Martha asked as her eyes feel upon his transport.

"Medical staff. Used to be in paediatrics back in the old days. But that gives me a license to travel so I can help out at the labour camps." Tom replied to her curious question, a slight smile on his lips as he got into the drivers side of the car, put on his seat belt and turned on the engine. Martha simply beamed

"Great. I'm travelling with a doctor." Martha muttered before she too got into the truck and sorted out her.

"Story goes, that you're the only person on Earth who can kill him. That you, and you alone, can kill the Master stone dead." Tom stated, his eyes never once leaving Martha's face.

"Let's just drive." Martha settled completely avoiding the question. Tom simply sighed in frustration before removing the hand break, pressing his foot on to the accelerator, easing his foot from the clutch and moved the car forward.

The Valiant was sailing high above from the ground. Present and surrounded by the clouds as the bright sun shone through the sky and into the windows of UNIT's ship.

"Citizens rejoice. Your lord and master stands on high playing Track 3." The Master's voice sounded over each and every speaker on the ship. The Guards which were standing either side of the door suddenly stood to attention, their hands grasping their forearms while the door opened to reveal the Master leaning both his hands on the walls before he started to spin. I can't decide by the scissor sisters started to play while the Master danced himself into the room, a huge smile present on his lips.

#I can't decide whether you should live or die….

He strutted into the room, his arms flying around him for him to them slide over to his wife Lucy who was forced to wear a long red gown, her hair tied up.

#Though you'll probably go to Heaven. Please don't hang your head and cry…

He placed his lips to hers and gave her a rather long, difficult and rough kiss before pulling away, her hand still in his before he smiled, pulled away. He didn't realise she rolled her eyes at him as she walked away.

#No wonder why my heart feels dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're goin' for a ride…

The Time Lord sat down in his favourite chair at the table. He was still singing along to the song while he spans over to face Francine, Martha's mother. She was wearing a maid's uniform while she served him some tea. He took a large mouthful of the tea for him to fling his body back and spit it back out again, a death glare pointed towards her while he poured the mug of tea out and shoved the mug back to the tray. All the while Francine moved away slightly.

#Oh, I could throw you in a lake or feed you poisoned birthday cake. I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone….

The Master suddenly and excitedly snapped his body quickly up the stairs and to the bridge of the ship and started to ring an old-fashioned ship's bell. His ringing in time with the music while his leg was tapping to the beat, constantly miming the words to the song. The Doctor slowly and painfully crawled out of the tent he had called his home for almost a year. His feet sliding on the straw which had littered the bottom of the tent. A bowl which read DOG was placed to the side. His long limbs moving slowly and painfully while the Master smiled sympathetically jokingly toward his friend.

#Oh, I could bury you alive but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping, that's why…

The man holding so many people captive bounded down the stairs and grabbed hold of the Doctor by the lapels of his jacket. He pulled him so he was looking right at him, his mouth miming the words before he flung him into wheelchair. The Doctor's face never once changing. The Master pushed the guard away and started to push the Doctor around.

#I can't decide whether you should live or die though you'll probably go to Heaven. Please don't hang your head and cry. No wonder why my heart feels dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're goin' for a ride…#

The Master had pushed the Doctor around the room before he found both of them ending up by one of the windows which showed the world down below. The place the Doctor held so many happy memories.

"It's ready to rise, Doctor. The new Time Lord Empire." The Master said quickly and happily. His arm resting behind the Doctor's back while they looked out the window. Some of the Toclafane spheres were floating by while the Doctor remained completely natural. "It's good, isn't it? Isn't it good? Anything? No? Anything?" The Master complained while he waved one off his hands in front of the Doctor's face, trying to get a single response from him. "Oh, but they broke your hearts, didn't they?" The master stated as he looked through the window to the passing Toclafane. "Those Toclafane, ever since you worked out what they really are." He continued his eyes focusing back to the Doctor "They say Martha Jones…has come back home. Now why would she do that?" The Master finished as he looked over to the Doctor with a frown on his face. The Doctor's eyes focusing on the Master at the first instance of Martha's name mentioned.

"Leave her alone." The Doctor stated quietly.

"But you and your beautiful wife said something to her, didn't you? On the day I took control. What did you tell her?" The Master stated his eyes boring into the ones of the old man in front of him. His arm still on the wheelchair, his face never changing.

"I have one thing to say to you. You know what it is." The Doctor managed to say through his teeth, his eyes old and tired, changing the subject.

"Oh, no you don't!" The Master snapped before getting up and pushing the Doctor roughly away until he hit the wall.

"Valiant now entering Zone One airspace. Citizens rejoice."

"Come on, people! What are we doing? Launch Day in 24 hours!" The Master yelled, people turning to look at him as he clapped his attention. But the Doctor simply got Francine's gaze as she picked up the broken mug fro earlier. He pressed three fingers against his thigh so as Francine walked by and out of the room she knew what she had to do.

She pasted Clive her ex-husband who was now dressed in a blue boiler suit as he acted as a janitor. She held up three fingers and kept walking. Clive simply nodded before continuing with his sweeping. But when his daughter Tish, also a maid passed he signalled her with three fingers which was pressed to the wooden handle of his mop. She nodded before she walked down to the cold section of the Valiant. The section which was holding Rose. She walked up to the metal door which was holding her. She never stopped to notice the gradual temperature change. How Rose had managed to survive on just cold mashed swede in these terrible conditions was beyond her. No human would have been able to survive. But Tish new she was strong. Rose was a fighter and she admired the beautiful young woman for that. She nodded towards the guards who also nodded before they move aside from the cold metal frame. Tish moved the lever and opened the latch to be greeted with darkness. She moved the metal dish into the entrance of the latch to hear the shuffling of a weak form inside the room. She lingered slightly too long to see a very small, pale and bony hand reach out to the swede. They touched it before moving away slightly. Tish sighed sadly before walking over to the grating at the opposite side of the corridor towards Jack. The guards letting her in.

"Morning, Tish." Jack cried happily. His uniform replaced with jogging bottoms, a t-shirt and a shirt over the top of that. His hair flat with out its normal style, his bare skin covered in soot while his skin was sweaty and shining from his perspiration. His wrists were manacled around his wrists causing them to be outstretched as the chains attached to the walls either side. "Ah, smell that sea air. Makes me long for good old fish and chips." He said laughing "Yeah. What do I get? Cold mashed swede. Some hotel. Last time I book over the Internet." He jokes before Tish fed him a spoonful before holding up three fingers against the tin where he could see it. Jack simply winked as he continued to chew the so called food in his mouth.

Martha and he new friend Tom were walking though a rocky valley where a monumental statue of the Master had been carved into a rock. His arms folded across his chest while his head was cocked up into the sky as if he was so important.

"All over the Earth, those things. He's even carved himself into Mount Rushmore." Martha complained as she followed the man and came to climb the slight incline, lying on the ground as they looked over the rocks.

"Best to keep down. Here we go." Tom stated as they peered over the rocks to the things in front of them "The entire south coast of England…converted into shipyards. They bring in slave labour every morning." Tom said as they gazed at the ships or otherwise known as rocket ships, silos as far as the eyes could see "Break up cars, houses, anything, just for the metal. Building a fleet out of scrap." Tom said, his head resting on his hands as he spoke over to Martha who was looking at the site in front of her sadly.

"You should see Russia. That's Shipyard Number One. All the way from the Black Sea to the Bering Strait. There's 100,000 rockets ready for war." Martha stated while whispering. Her eyebrows moving up and down, her head moving at the same time.

"War? With who?" Tom inquired as he looked over at her

"The rest of the universe. I've been out there, Tom. In space. Before all this happened. And there's a thousand different civilizations all around us with no idea of what's happening here. The Master can build weapons big enough to devastate them all." Martha informed, her head shaking as she spoke, her eyes tottering over to Tom every now and then, her hand firmly clutched to the stone in front of her

"You've been in space?" Tom asked, having trouble believing it

"Problem with that?" Martha snapped

"No. No, just uh… Wow. Anything else I should know?" He asked, his sentence broken up as he tried to piece his sentence together.

"I've met Shakespeare." Martha stated. Tom simply looked at her and then away again before looking at her again with one of his eyebrows raised as he finally understood what she was telling him. But suddenly two Toclafane was moving towards them. Tom snapped his face towards them while Martha pressed herself closer to the rocks, not moving and inch.

"Identify, little man."

"I-I've got a license. Thomas Milligan, Peripatetic Medical Squad. I'm allowed to travel." He shouted as he held up his hands in surrender a license present in his hand "I was just checking f—" He started before the Toclafane cut him off

"Soon the rockets will fly and everyone will need medicine. You'll be so busy." They both laughed, weapons out and ready before they both flew away. Tom frowned before lowering his hands as he watched the Toclafane leave and then snapped his body to look down at Martha who had shifted her body so she was still lying on the ground but was looking at Tom.

"But, they didn't see you." Tom said the frown still on his face.

"How do you think I travelled the world?" Martha said with humour in her voice. Her eyebrows raised while she was holding the TARDIS key in her hand. Tom smiled before holding out his hands and helping her up so they could head back towards the truck.

"'Cause the Master set up Archangel, that mobile network, 15 satellites around the planet, but really it's transmitting a low-level psychic field. That's how everyone got hypnotised into thinking he was Harold Saxon." Martha informed, her hands moving to make her point, her eyes constantly raised while she and Tom walked around the corner as the truck came into view

"Saxon. Feels like years ago." Tom said sadly while he once again focused on the ground in front of him

"But the key's tuned in to the same frequency. Makes me sort of…not invisible, just unnoticeable." Martha said pausing in the middle as she tried to find a good way of explaining the key the Doctor had given her.

"But I can see you." Tom said as they stopped outside of the truck

"That's 'cause you wanted to." Martha said attentively a laugh escaping her lips slightly

"Yeah, I suppose I did." Tom said smiling, the air in his lungs escaping while his tongue touched his top teeth.

"Is there a Mrs Milligan?" Martha asked as she looked up at him

"No. No. What about you?" Tom said looked down at her, his eyes bulging with curiosity

"There used to be someone." She stated before her eyes glazed over and her mind was filled with the image of the Doctor kissing her in the hallway of the hospital she was studying at, the happiest moment of her lift and then back to the image of the last time she had seen him on the Valiant.

"A long time ago."Martha said sadly. Her mind then filled with images of the Doctor and Rose. "Come on. I've got to find this Docherty woman." Martha said as she pulled her rucksack from her back and then into the truck. Tom nodded before moving towards the driver side of the car

"We'll have to wait until the next work shift. What time is it now?" Tom asked as Martha sorted out her belt.

"Nearly 3:00." Martha stated before leaning over to look over at the clock.

The Doctor was sitting on the floor next to his tent. His feet out in front of him while his hands were flopped over his knees. Francine and Tish were cleaning the table and cutlery and things while the Doctor looked over at the clock which was showing 14:58. He moved his head slowly back over to Francine and her daughter.

Jack could see Clive in the hallway and both of them were looking at the clock. Clive looked over at Jack just as he started wincing at the strain put onto his wrists as he began to pull on the chains.

The Master suddenly emerged from the corridor with Lucy behind him. Lucy had reverted back into her quite shell. Her fear of her husband reaching its limit due to the most recent beating session which had resulted in the bruise and scab which was present on her right eye.

"Time for my massage. Who shall I have today? Tanya. Come on, sweetheart." The Master said as he walked into the room sorting himself out. His blazer coming off, his cufflinks also being removed as Tanya walked over to him "Lucy, have you met Tanya? She's gorgeous. Tanya, when we get to the stars, I'm gonna take you to Katria Nova. Whirlpools of gold." He cooed while smiling over at him. Tanya simply smiled. All Lucy could do was bite back her jealousy. The Doctor was looking at the Master's blazer before looking at the clock. Francine had her hands clasped together in nervousness.

"You two should get to know each other. That might be fun." The Master stated as he sat down while Tanya began to massage his shoulders, his eyes closing in blissful relaxation.

"Condition red!" A voice sounded, the lights flashing while the Master suddenly snapped his eyes open, his hands going either side of the table

"What the hell?" He muttered before going up the stairs to the bridge.

"Repeat: condition red." The voice sounded again before Francine grabbed the Masters blazer and threw it over to Tish who ran over to the Doctor and handed the blazer to him. He suddenly grabbed hold of it and shifted through the pockets to grab the laser screwdriver to aim it at the Master who turned around at that moment and slowly raised his hands up in surrender.

"Oh, I see." He said quietly before walking forward.

"I told you. I have one thing to say." The Doctor stated but as he pressed the button for it to activate the screwdriver didn't work and the Master simply laughed as the Doctor kept trying the screwdriver.

"Isomorphic controls." The Master said as he leant forward over the stairs before taking the screwdriver and backhanding the Doctor which sent him to the floor. Tish flinched slightly as she looked on at what was happening "Which means they only work for me. Like this." He smiled before shooting the wall beside Francine, nipping her side. She moved aside as fast as she could but she was too slow. "Say sorry!" The Master snapped

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry!"

"Mum!" Tish cried as she ran over to her, taking her quaking form into her arms

"Didn't you learn anything from the blessed Saint Martha?" The Master asked as he pushed his screwdriver into its neutral position. Lucy suddenly rushed over to pick up his jacket and then helped him put it on. "Siding with the Doctor is a very dangerous thing to do. Take them away." The Master snapped, waving his hand before snapping the last part to the guards.

"Move! Come on." The Guard snapped while forcing Francine and Tish out of the room

"Okay. Gotcha." The Master stated as he lifted a heavily breathing Doctor into a chair "There you go, Gramps." He continued as he sat on the edge of the table, Lucy gently touching her wounded eye "Oh, do you know, I remember the days when the Doctor, oh, that famous Doctor, was waging a time war. Battling Sea Devils and Axons. He sealed the rift at the Medusa Cascade single-handed. Ooh. And look at him now. Stealing screwdrivers. How did he ever come to this? Oh yeah. Me!" He rambled before laughing and moving closer to the Doctor

"I just need you to listen." The Doctor managed to say, his breathing laboured, his eyes heavy as he looked up at the Master, begging his to listen

"No, it's my turn." The Master snarled, leaning right into the Doctor's face "Revenge! Best served hot. And this time… It's a message for Miss Jones. Get Rose Tyler in here now!" The Master said before turning away and shouting the last part about Rose to the guard. Yelling to them his command. The Doctor's heart leaping at the mention of his Wife's name. The first time he would have seen her in almost a year.

Rose hadn't seen daylight for months. The Master always came down to her cell. Always beat her away from prying eyes. Gave her such a beating she was in pain just sitting down. Her thoughts always shifting to the Doctor or the TARDIS. But right now she was still sitting in the corner of the cold concrete wall. There was no furniture, just a small toilet in the corner. The untouched swede was still at the door. Her body too weak to be able to grasp hold of the fork. Her appetite forever gone. Her once curvy and healthy figure now bony and skinny. A body which was raked with a persistent chronic cough which sometimes means she brings up small amounts of blood. She was constantly tired, her beatings and having to fight the Master to get out of her mind left her exhausted. The only way of blocking out all her troubles and her torture was to sleep. In her dreams she dreamt of her Doctor. She would dream about all the adventures they had, or will have. The way she fit into his arms perfectly and the way they would wrap around her small form completely. The love she felt for her Doctor was so powerful she wished she could contact him via their link... their bond. But the device that the Master and placed into her skin had fully imbedded itself and it would cause an awful amount of pain to have it removed.

But Rose stirred from her thoughts and her dreams when she heard someone groaning down the other end of the corridor. The sound of Jack's voice. A voice she could sometimes hear if she listened carefully. She lifted her head from her arms and slowly and painfully lifted her torso. She slowly crawled over to the one door in the room and pressed her ear to the door. She snapped her head away due to the extreme coldness of it. Her body suffering from a cold sweat and fever. She slowly pressed her ear back to the door, ignoring her instincts to pull away. She could hear the clanging of chains. Jack's screams as he pulled against his chains. She could hear water meeting electricity. Small explosions recurring and then, alarms blearing, voices shouting at people as the guards moved to recapture the prisoners.

Rose grabbed hold of the door frame and lifted her torso. This could be her only chance of escape. Her eyes searched blindly at the door, reaching out for anything which could have been a door handle but there wasn't one their. Rose sighed in frustration and wished she hadn't as he body exploded with pain. Rose winced as she grabbed hold of her chest. Her broken ribs moving slightly. But Rose shook her head from the pain before pounded, leaning and kicking at the door, screaming out in frustration when it wouldn't budge. So much for trying to escape.

But Rose was pulled from her thoughts when she heard rounds of gun fire. Jack. That was the only explanation she could think off. He must have been killed again, and this was all her fault. She was the one who brought him back and now he had to die over and over again all because the Master wanted a little fun the she couldn't provide. Rose simply slid down the wall. The back of her head resting on it while she sat down painfully to the cold floor. A wave of nausea and tiredness settling in her body. Rose brought up her knees to her face, her arms wrapping around them as she tried to push pasted her suffering and think of something completely different to the situation she had gotten herself into and just thinking about being reunited back to the Doctor.

But Rose was snapped from her thoughts and her memories when she heard the bolt of her door being opened. She looked up and had to shield her eyes from the onslaught of bright light. Her sensitive eyes having to get used to feeling the light on her eyes again. Guards blocked the light momentarily as they walked into the room. They grasped her arms and dragged her from her cell. Her legs barely moving. Her breathing hard as her lungs were refusing to diffuse the necessary oxygen she needed. She looked up slowly and painfully when she heard her name being screamed at her. Jack. He was being unlocked and slowly dragged to follow her. His eyes sad. His eyes sorrowful as he took her in. But something was going to happen. Something bad. She simply smiled at him comfortingly and he returned it. But she was shoved roughly and was dragged though the corridors of the Valiant being brought to the Master. But she would see the Doctor again... at this single thought her heart leapt with happiness.

Rose and Jack were shoved into the room to see the Master standing in the room his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Jack was pushed roughly to the other side of the room and tied up again while Rose was left in the centre of the room. The Master was looking to his left and smiled tauntingly towards the Doctor whose eyes were fixed onto Rose. Not having seen her for almost a year. His hearts beating in his chest as he looked at her. Ignoring the fact at how ill and exhausted she looked, marvelling at the fact she was still alive, still in front of him, in the right time. But when Rose looked over at him, a smile forming on her lips, everything the Doctor could have wanted happened right there. But the Master had something planed, which shattered the old time lords hearts.

"Now Doctor, it's time to play. Time for you to be punished on defying me" He smiled over at the old man before striding over to Rose, who did not like the glint in his eye. She found herself backing away from him, her feet bare, her skin touching cold wooden floor. But the Master had forced her to the wall. His hands either side of her small body as he pressed his too hers. Rose was struggling to breath, trying to push the Master off her without success. Jack was looking towards the Doctor who held so much pain and sorrow as he watched as the Master did his cruel plan. Neither of them able to help. Both of them chained to walls.

The Master was smiling down at Rose. She was simply looking away from him, trying to move. But his body was pushed hard against hers, so close she could feel his erection against her skin. He smiled again before placing a harsh kiss to her mouth. She cried in alarm, scratching at him and his suit as she tried to push him off. Jack and the Doctor screaming at the man to stop but this seemed to spur him on. His mouth crushed to hers again and his tongue forced entry in to her mouth. Bile was slowly rising in her throat as she thought about what was happening to her. But suddenly the Master was throwing her to the floor. She landed with a loud thud. She tried scrambling away but the Master was suddenly lying on top of her. Pushing her to the ground. She screamed for him to get off. Grabbing at his cloths as she tried to wriggle free. The Doctor and Jack had realised that screaming for him to stop had only caused it to get worst.

Rose was struggling to bit back tears as she thought about what was about to happen. Jack was struggling to stop from screaming out, his own sadness pulling at him. But as he looked over at the Doctor his heart truly broke. Tears were falling down his cheeks freely as he looked upon his wife. Not being able to help her. Not able to pull the Master off her and pull her close. He had to sit and watch as this man took his wife on the floor and listen to her muffled cries and sobs.

Rose was constantly clawing at the floor, trying to get out of the Master's grip as he tried to sort out his flies to release his ever painful erection. He never said a word. Never taunted the Doctor; never looked up at him. He simply laughed, or smiled into Rose's ear. He placed harsh kisses on the side of her neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin on her neck drawing blood. But the Master had managed to pull Rose's dress, showing her bare skin on her legs, and had removed her underwear. Rose was screaming out in protest, her tears flowing freely as she continued to claw at the man holding her down. But the Master laughed. He smiled down at Rose whispering harsh words into her ear as he undid the strings which held her dress to her torso. He leant down fully on top of her as he move his hands from his own clothing and placed them to her breasts, squeezing them painfully in his hands. Rose crying out in distress. Jack was pulling at his shackles. Trying to release himself from his prison to try and save the women who was more like his sister. His family.

But Rose suddenly found her husband's eyes. And what she saw shattered her heart. The feeling of helplessness, the need to save her and the upmost despair of having to watch her go through this was evident but she was pulled from her thoughts when the Master suddenly thrust into her, causing her body to scrape across the floor. She cried out in agony, a scream frighteningly like a sob exploded from her lips as the Master ploughed into her, ripping her wide open. The Master thrust deeper and deeper into her, all the while she begged him to stop. But the Master was breathing deeply, enjoying himself. He gripped hold of her hair, forcing her hair from her scalp, causing her to lift her head, her breathing rapid. Her hands trying to throw him of but he continued to grab her hands and push them away. Him thrusting faster and faster until he stopped to whisper in her ear, never once leaving her. But then he laughed again and thrust slower but further causing him to grunt with satisfaction as his orgasm was slowly increasing, all the while Rose continued to sob and felt her body constantly rocking against the wooden floor. Jack and The Doctor could do nothing more than watch on powerlessly as the Master thrust into the beautiful young women and groped at her breast.

But suddenly the Master thrust faster and faster, his screams and cries of happiness building as his climax hit, and as soon as it had come he shuddered and fell from Rose's body. His breathing heavy, a smile on his face as he sorted out his flies. Rose had simply curled up into a ball. Her sobbing stopped but her body shaking, tears falling from her face as she tried to cover her naked body. The Master simply strode over to The Doctor while sorting out his tie.

"I can see why you're so infatuated with her" He snarled into the old man's ear before shoving him from his chair so he fell to the ground, closer to Rose. The Master smiled satisfied as he walked from the room, clicking for the Guards to unlock Jack and then walk from the room, leaving the trio alone. The Doctor crawled slowly towards Rose to find her form still quaking. He placed his hand delicately to her shoulder for her to flinch. He suddenly shot his hand back in fear of damaging her any further. His hearts shattering as he took her in. His eyes travelling over her small figure curled up in a ball and he looked over at Jack with sad eyes as he looked down at Rose's form with panic and a terrified expression. But Rose did something that shocked the pair of them

"Theta?" She whispered so quietly that The Doctor and Jack may have misheard her but the Doctor simply moved around her so he could look at her properly.

"I'm here" He said to her, so gently, so lovingly as he looked down at his wife. Rose never using his real name unless she was suffering or was calling him. Rose slowly started to move and the Doctor reflected her movements and took in her small shivering form into his arms. His head was placed to her head while he clung onto her so tightly it comforted her to know he was never going to leave. She clung onto his lapels while the Doctor rocked her back and forth in comfort as he whispered Gallifreyan words of comfort in her ear. All the while Jack was readjusting her dress before she moved one of her hands and clung onto Jack's hand. Afraid of loosing both her husband and her brother again.

Martha and Tom had arrived at the Lab. Tom moved the plastic flaps away from Martha so she could see an older lady hitting an old Television set. She was grunting and groaning in frustration as she tried to make the old thing work.

"Professor Docherty?" Tom asked as he walked a few steps forward, moving in front of Martha slightly as she looked on at the older woman. Tattered clothing. Wrinkles but friendly eyes

"Busy." She simply said rudely, her eyes never leaving the screen in front of her.

"They, uh, they sent word ahead. I'm Tom Milligan. This is Martha Jones." Tom said as they both walked into the room further. Her attention now being paid to two wires she had stuck into the back of the screen,

"She can be the Queen of Sheba for all I care. I'm still busy." Docherty said again

"Televisions don't work anymore." Martha snapped, her breaths coming out fast as she tried to control her anger

"Oh, God, I miss Countdown. Hasn't been the same since Des took over. Both Deses. What's the plural of Des? Desii? Deseen?" She said simply staring at the screen, not touching just staring "But we've been told there's gonna be a transmission" She cried as she banged the monitor again "From the man himself" She said again just as static appeared onscreen. "There!" She yelled just a grainy black and white shot of the Master appeared.

"My people" The Master stated as he stared at the camera "Salutations on this, the eve of war. Lovely woman. But I know there's all sorts of whispers down there. Stories of a child, walking the Earth, giving you hope." He stated before walking over to stand beside the Doctor who was clutching onto a quivering Rose. Her eyes vacant as she clung onto both Jack and the Doctor. Something had happened to her. Something terrible and for once in her life, Martha found herself sympathising with the woman instead of feeling complete hatred and jealousy towards her. Maybe the year she had spent on her own had made her realise just how much Rose meant to the Doctor. "But I ask you…how much hope has this man got? Say hello, Gandalf." The Master stated. Martha could see The Master standing behind the group while the Doctor moved his eyes from his companion to then look up at the camera, Jack looking on sadly, he was rubbing soothing patterns into the back of Rose's hand "Except he's not that old but he's an alien with a much greater lifespan than you stunted, little apes. What if it showed? What if I suspend your capacity to regenerate? All 900 years of your life, Doctor. What if we could see them?" The Master said smiling. He pulled the Doctor from Rose and Jack. Both of them screaming, causing a riot for them to just be pulled up onto their feet by the guards. Rose shaking with fear. Something defiantly was up. Martha only knew her as strong and confident. Jack was yelling, forcing the guards to let him go. He managed to get free and he was suddenly wrapping his arms around Rose, keeping her safe as the Master used the screwdriver back on the Doctor. Martha noticed Docherty and Tom looking at her sadly. Rose was shielding herself away from the site in front of her as the Doctor withered and screamed out in agony again. Her face shielded away but her eyes never leaving him, her eyes watering slightly "Older and older and older. Down you go, Doctor." At that moment the Doctor fell to the floor, Jack and Rose now begging for the other time lord to stop "Down, down, down you go." He said and stopped when there was complete silence "Doctor." He stated before bending down to the floor to see the Doctor's cloths lying on the floor, empty. Up by the neck, a large domed head suddenly peered out with huge, blinking eyes. Rose simply sighed with relief knowing the Doctor was alright... kinda while the Master raised his eyebrows and walked back to the camera. "Received and understood, Miss Jones?" He said before cutting the transmission.

"I'm sorry." Tom said to her sadly as he looked down at her, moving so he was standing slightly closer to her

"The Doctor's still alive." Martha said, her face slowly moving into a large smile.

"Obviously the Archangel Network would seem to be… the Master's greatest weakness. 15 satellites all around Earth, still transmitting. That's why there's so little resistance. It's broadcasting a telepathic signal that keeps people scared." Docherty stated as she looked over at the two people she had only met but was trying to stop the Master. She pasted out a sheet of paper holding all the information about the Archangel Network. Tom took it off her and then walked over to Martha who was sitting on a table at the entrance of the room which was used as her bedroom.

"We could just take them out." Tom settled as he looked up at the older woman's back, his own eyebrows raised.

"We could. 15 ground-to-air missiles. You got any on you? Besides, any military action, the Toclafane descend." Docherty said before turning her torso around and spoke to them

"They're not called Toclafane. That's a name the Master made up." Martha said looking up at the ceiling, her whole body moving

"Then what are they, then?" Docherty asked, her shoulders shrugging as she asked her question

"That's why I came to find you. Know your enemy." Martha assured. Her eyes lingering on Docherty "I've got this" Martha said as she pulled out a computer CD. "No one's been able to look at a sphere close up. They can't even be damaged. Except once. The lightening strike in South Africa brought one of them down. Just by chance. I've got the readings on this." Martha said as she handed the CD to Docherty who was looking on with wonder.

Docherty put the disc into the computer. She banged it a few times before it decided to work

"Oh, whoever thought we'd miss Bill Gates." Docherty muttered, her eyes never leaving that than the computer screen.

"So is that why you travelled the world? To find a disc?" Tom enquired, his eyes floating down to Martha who refused to look at him

"No. Just got lucky." She held shrugging her shoulders.

"I heard stories that you walked the Earth to find a way to build a weapon" Docherty voice. Martha's mind was then filled with the memory of the Doctor and Rose whispering into her ear. " There! A current of 58.5 kilo amperes transferred charge of 510 megajoules precisely." Docherty cried happily as she pointed towards the screen

"Can you recreate that?" Tom questioned as he leant forward to look at the computer better

"I think so. Easily, yes." Docherty smiled nodding her head, before smiling up at Martha and Tom

"All right then, Dr Milligan, we're gonna get us a sphere." Martha smiled.

That's how Tom found himself standing outside the plant, gun in hand, waiting. He looked around him before he fired his gun three times and then bolted from his spot. Sprinting away from the sphere that was following and gaining on him. Martha had been watching and when she saw him she suddenly ran towards Docherty as she made the final preparations

"He's coming! You ready?" Martha yelled as she ran past her, her chest heaving as she tried to recover her stolen breath

"You do your job, I'll do mine!" Docherty snapped and at that moment Tom bounded through the gate and Docherty turned on the power and the sphere was caught in the now operation electrical field. It slowly dropped to the ground and Martha and her companions approached it, Tom aiming his gun at it

"That's only half the job. Let's find out what's inside." Docherty stated as she moved her hands to clasp around the metal sphere which was the Toclafane.

To be Continued