I know it's short and i know it's long but think of it as a filler chapter. And i'm sorry but i have GCSE's in January and so i'll be studying for those so i wouldnt expect any updates any time soon guys.

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All's Fair In Hate and War

A cool breeze blew through the air and Winter pulled up the hood of her coat tighter around herself, the silver necklace she had worn for the last 9 months was still covered and because of it, no one could see the white haired girl.

Using this to her advantage, Winter walked up the stairs of one of the most well known buildings in London; Big Ben.

And there was a specific reason why she was going to the tower; there was a small device, no bigger than the size of a rose that was hiding inside the clock. Its purpose was simple. To disconnect any psychic connection any human being had to the Arch Angel Network.

It had taken her a month to build using the technology she could find from Torchwood and in that month, the Network had been set up. 11 satalights had been sent up and as far as Winter could tell, there were four more that were going up there with them.

Winter had found something fishy when the Arch Angel Network had first started. Almost overnight it had been planted into phones. New makes and models were retracted in order to be 'upgraded' to the supposed better network.

And it was a good network. Winter remembered all her friends in Ashford telling her how good it was but she refused to change her phone network. She had even refused to give her phone in when she needed it to be fixed. Because even then, something about it didn't feel right and the small beeping noise it made just annoyed her.

And so with the help of the TARDIS who was still communicating with her via the link, she created the Phrenic Inhibitor. There was another problem though; she hadn't heard from Ari for a while. She had asked her to look up information about the AAN. The last she had heard of them, her and the team were in America looking for a Dr Ashton Knightly but that had been 2 weeks ago.

It had happened before, Ari had been doing something and hadn't called her for days but this time it didn't feel good. Winter worried that she had sent her friend off into a trap but she had no way of knowing.

She opened the door to the clock tower and went over to the small hole in the wall that was covered by wood. Pulling the pieces off, she reached in and grabbed the bundle that lay there in the dark. She only needed one more piece to make it work but that piece was going to be the hardest.

The Phrenic Inhibitor was somewhat sentient. Not enough to be able to think and feel but enough so that it could differentiate between a human that did have the connection and the ones that didn't. Therein was where the problem lied.

She needed a human that didn't have the connection.

She had wondered for a brief time whether or not she was considered human any more. Her brain was growing and the Timelord knowledge was being filtered through slowly – this she knew, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to build the Inhibitor – but she didn't have two hearts yet.

Will it work if I do it? She wondered to herself. Suddenly she felt the motherly hum of the TARDIS in her mind. Opening up the link enough so that she could hear her, she breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad to hear you," she said happily.

"And I you my Swan." Winter felt a small mental caress and her smile grew larger. "I cannot talk for long, the Master is closely monitoring my activities. What do you need child?"

"I need to know if it will work." She sent the ideas threw to the TARDIS and waited patiently. After a while, Winter heard the hum of approval.

"It is possible that the Bond you have with him will increase the strength of the Inhibitor." She said happily. Winter found herself nodding with the happiness. "I have to go my Swan. The Master will soon be able to tell if I don't." Winter wasn't even given a chance to say goodbye before the connection was cut and she was left all alone.

She began once again working on the Inhibitor, continuing on far into the afternoon, past lunch and - finally - at around 4, she had finished. The Inhibitor was now working. Now was the easiest bit: getting the device up to the highest point of the clock tower.

Really it was. Winter had practiced with her powers; experimenting with how far she could go and she now knew that she healed at a incredibly quick pace. It seemed as though her power was the ability to manipulate the molecules which in turn allowed her to make air dense or allow her to walk on water.

It was as simple as picturing the molecules doing what she wanted them to do. She commanded them and they obeyed –and it went against a lot of what she had learned in physics but she wasn't complaining.

Winter closed her eyes and pictured the molecules hardening around the Inhibitor and raising it over her head. When she opened her eyes she saw that it was high above her head and making its way to the top of Big Ben.

Happily she smiled. Once it reached the top, her job would be half way over.

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Two more months had passed. Two moths and in those months, Winter had had no contact with anyone.

Ari and her team hadn't contacted her and though she knew that the Master had probably sent them somewhere and they probably weren't in that much trouble, she still worried about them. Whatever bond she had formed with Ari over the last 11 months was odd but Winter knew it was something.

She hadn't managed to gain contact with the TARDIS either. Something had happened to her but Winter didn't know what. The TARDIS – with whatever had happened to her - had managed to shield Winter from whatever she was enduring.

She could still feel something though. She felt sick whenever she tried to contact the TARDIS; it was like when a human had a bad fever, they were in pain and sick and almost numb all at the same time and when she tried to contact her, that was exactly what Winter felt.

Anger bubbled up in her when she thought about what the Master was doing that would make her feel like this. He needs to pay for what he's done, never mind what he will do! But at the moment, there was nothing Winter could do about him.

There was a month left before the world turned to hell and she had to use that month wisely, meaning she now had to get a job working for the Master – or as she would soon have to call him: Mr Saxon.

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She had gotten the job. She didn't quite know what it was that she was seeing as the Master ignored her half the time and the other half her looked at her like there was something he couldn't remember about her. She supposed that it had something to do with the Perception Filter she had on and Winter found herself thanking the TARDIS once again.

In truth, she spent more time in a room with Lucy Saxon that she did with him and most of the time, she felt sorry for the woman; it seemed like she was under his control, but then, in the next minute she would seem fine.

Winter wondered if Lucy was aware of what was happening. If she knew the man she had married wasn't even a man at all, but a monster that was lurking in plain sight – waiting for the time when he could rise up and squash them all like ants under a boot.

But then, there were times – a few minutes every so often that Winter wondered how it was that the Master had chosen her for a wife. Because there was no doubt about it; the Master was a genius, and yet, he had chosen a woman that seemed like a complete air head!

At the moment though, Winter didn't have time to worry about that. As far as she could tell, her job description included making lunch for the two Saxon's. The Master was running for Prime Minister, and with whatever he had done to the rest of them, Winter was sure that he was going to win.

Yet both he and Lucy still insisted on being seen in public as much as possible and so they would have lunch together every Thursday afternoon, and because the Master liked unpredictable, they had to eat at a different restaurant each week.

"Where are we going today Natalie?" Winter had made sure there were a full set of records on Natalie Johnson – a young, American woman who had studied politics in Yale, graduating with honours. She had come to London in hopes of finding a job, but as luck would have it, she found nothing – at least until Mrs Saxon had hired her on recommendations from a Mr James Marcus. She had laughed at the name Tosh had chosen but thanked her all the same.

"I believe Le Jardin D'Ivoire, Mrs Saxon. It's a new restaurant but serves the best food you've ever tasted. It also needs the publicity, so it's killing two birds with one stone." Winter smiled at her softly and Lucy smiled back, pleased at the thought.

"Perfect. It's been such a long time since I've been to a French restaurant." Winter had to hold her tongue at the look the woman was giving as she said that, and, once again she wondered why the Master had chosen her.

"Where will we be picking Mr Saxon up today Ma'am?" She asked politely.

Lucy checked her phone slightly and then slipped it back into the purse she ad with her. "I believe he is with Lord Sugar, discussing details of a new upgrade." Lucy grinned and got into the car as the driver opened the door for her.

Winter nodded and smiled at the old man, Matthew, his name was, and got into the car after her. Honestly, Winter wasn't sure the Master was with Lord Sugar. If she were to bet on where he was, she would guess wherever he was keeping the TARDIS. Again, Winter fought back a wave of anger at the Master. It was his fault, and when this was over, she was going to find a way to make him pay.

Right now though, all she could do was sit back, wait, and try not to kill the wife of the future Prime Minister.

There was 1 1/2 movie referances in there, can anyone see it? and Le Jardin D'Ivoire means The Ivory Garden btw.

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