Title: Armageddon

Rating: T

Warnings: Major spoilers for "Utopia", "The Sound of Drums" and "Last of the Time Lords"; violence; mild language

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! Gah, life is really getting hectic for me lately. I hate not updating as quickly as I usually do, but don't worry. I won't ever leave a story unfinished!

Now, real quick, I want to make a small adjustment to the list of characters that will be appearing in this story. The characters I mentioned before will still be included, obviously, but there's also high probability of cameos and large appearances from characters from Supernatural (Sam, Dean, possibly John and if I can get to season 3 soon enough, maybe Castiel and a few others).

Now, I know that this is still in "The Sound of Drums" but the appearances from other characters start in this chapter, intermixed with scenes from the episode. The real fun begins in "The Year of Hell" of course, but I can't hold off much longer so you'll get to see some of their POVs this chapter, I think.

Armageddon:

Part II: The Sound of Drums

Chapter Two

Martha drove like a maniac, not paying attention to other cars or people. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to call Tish and was almost immediately greeted by the sounds of her sister being dragged away. She threw the phone in the back seat angrily and slammed on the breaks, slinging Reid and Jack forward.

"Mum!" she screamed when she saw police vans outside of her mother's house and men dragging her mother away.

"Martha! Just go, get out of here now!" her mother yelled as they shoved her into the back of the van. Martha swallowed roughly, tears in her eyes and slammed into reverse, driving as fast as she could away from the house. She was muttering bitterly at the Doctor, angry and frustrated and scared.

"Only place he can go is Earth!" she muttered, "Great!"

Jack leaned forward, "Martha, just listen to me, alright?" he said, "We've got to ditch the car, just pull over. Hurry!"

It took her a few minutes to get off the road and she fumbled around for her phone in the back, calling her brother Leo for the fourth time and sighing in relief as he answered. Jack and the Doctor were walking a few feet ahead and Reid hung back with Martha, watching her anxiously. She was flushed and shaken, but a bit calmer now, hoping that they'd come up with a plan.

"Leo! Thank God! Just listen to me, alright, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you've got to get out and get somewhere safe. Now," she insisted, ignoring his laughed disbelief. "It's not safe, Leo, I'm serious. Just get somewhere and hide, go 'round to Boxer's or something, just don't go home, alright?"

For a moment, there was a pause and she frowned, expecting to hear her brother protesting again and instead she was greeted with a familiar, sickeningly happy voice.

"Ooh, a game of hide and seek! I do love games. But I'll fine you, Martha Jones. Been a long time since we saw each other. Must've been, what? A hundred trillion years?"

Martha swallowed and stopped walking, gripping Reid's hand tightly. "Let my family go, Saxon! Do you hear me? LET THEM GO!" She was shouting and shaking by the time she'd finished, all her fears seeming to seep out of her at once.

Jack and the Doctor froze at her words and turned around to face her, the Doctor's eyes somewhat manic and desperate as he snatched the mobile phone out her hands. Martha let him take it without question, watching him nervously as he walked a few yards away and held the phone to his ear.

"I'm here," he said, his voice stiff. He hardly noticed Reid break away from Martha and Jack and slip up beside him, hazel eyes fixed on the Doctor anxiously.

"Doctor,"

"Master,"

The Doctor could almost see the taunting smile when the Master replied, "I like it when you use my name,"

"You chose it," he reminded him, glancing at Reid for a second but not telling him to move away. For some reason, he didn't mind Reid being there, listening to the conversation. "Psychiatrists' field day."

The Master let out a sarcastic huff, "As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctimonious is that?"

"So, Prime Minister then?" the Doctor asked. Reid gave him an odd looked, surprised at how casual the conversation seemed to be. He remembered how the Doctor had reacted to the Master before and frowned, realizing he never really did seem angry at the Master. At least, not angry enough given all that he'd done. He didn't know much about their history, but he did know that they'd been friends before… whatever happened between them.

"I know! It's good, isn't it?"

The Doctor's face changed, just slightly, and Reid noted, finally, a bit of anger in his expression, though it was carefully concealed for now. "What are those creatures? Really? Because the Toclafane aren't real, that's just a made up name for a boogey man."

"They aren't real?" Reid whispered, giving the Doctor a confused look. If they weren't really Toclafane and the Doctor didn't know what they were… what could they possibly be? The Doctor shook his head slightly but didn't say anything, listening to the Master talk.

"Do you remember those fairy tales about the Toclafane when we were kids? Back home? …Where is it, Doctor?"

"Gone,"

"How can Gallifrey be gone?"

The Doctor took a few steps away from Reid and he sighed, taking the hint and moving back to Martha and Jack, glancing toward the Doctor for a moment. He couldn't hear much of the Master's side of the conversation, he wasn't exactly talking loudly, but he'd definitely heard the word "Gallifrey" and knew what they were talking about now. If the Master had been human all this time, he might not have even known their home was destroyed.

"What's he saying?" Martha demanded the second he was back.

Reid sighed, "Nothing I really understood," he said, "They're just talking. About the past."

Jack eyed the Doctor with a frown, "Must've been some past," he said.

Reid nodded, "It sounded personal," he said quietly. Then he took a breath and looked to Jack, speaking carefully. "You do work for Torchwood, don't you?"

Jack smiled faintly, not seeming bothered or surprised that Reid knew that about him. "Yeah. I've been trying to contact them, but no one's answering. Not even Ianto…"

"What's Torchwood?" Martha asked, frowning.

"It's… this organization," Jack explained, "We catch aliens. You remember those ghosts and metal men, right? That all happened because of Torchwood One, in London. Torchwood was almost entirely destroyed that day. I took over Torchwood Three, in Cardiff. Helped rebuild it. It's small, just me, Gwen, Ianto, Owen and Tosh. But we could use them right now."

Reid tried not to flinch over the names of Jack's team, knowing from what the "future" Jack had told him what was coming for them in their future.

Martha sighed, looking back over at the Doctor. "There's got to be something we can do," she said, "Somehow…"

Jack smirked, "Don't worry," he said, "We're with the Doctor. He'll think of something. He always does."

They all looked back over at the Doctor, who had walked over to a shop and was looking at the televisions in the window. He glanced over at the three of them and nodded shortly before turning his attention back to the televisions.

"Come on," Jack pushed himself off the wall and they made their way over the of the Doctor, keeping a couple of feet between them and letting him finish whatever his conversation was.

He slowly turned, frowning, and looked up, eyes widening when he spotted a camera, "He can see us!" he said, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and zapping the camera. Sparks flew out of the device and the Doctor looked around angrily, snapping the phone shut.

"He's got control of everything," he said slowly.

Reid was staring at the television, frowning when he saw four photographs. One of the Doctor, one of Jack, one of Martha and one of him. None of them were particularly good pictures, but above them in large yellow letters was the word "WANTED".

"What are we supposed to do?" he asked, looking to the Doctor.

"We don't have anywhere to go," Jack said defeatedly.

"Doctor," Martha demanded, "What do we do?"

The Doctor looked between the three of them and took a deep breath. "We run,"

~/.\~

"It is fucking freezing!" Owen grumbled angrily, looking around the desolate wasteland and hugging his coat tighter. Tosh and Gwen were right behind him, Ianto bringing up the rear. They were in the middle of a snowy, empty void of nothingness for miles and miles.

"Stop complaining, Owen," Gwen snapped at him, "We're all cold, just deal with. We're here to do a job."

"What job?" Owen demanded, waving his arms around to indicate the absolute emptiness that surrounded them. "There's nothing out here! How can there possibly be any alien threat here?"

Gwen sighed, "You know what Tosh found," she said, "There was evidence of highly dangerous alien tech in this area. We couldn't just ignore it!"

Owen swore again under his breath, "Thought you said there was supposed to be a shelter or something out here, Ianto!" he snapped bitterly, "Don't see anything!"

"We've still got another mile," Ianto said, tapping gloved fingers against the small GPS in his hands. "It's right up there."

"Christ," Owen clenched and unclenched his fists a few times, "Another mile of this?"

"It's just one more mile," Tosh said, trying to be optimistic. "We've already hiked three; we'll be there in no time."

"Oh, right, only another mile," Owen muttered. "You know, this is not how I planned to spend my weekend, Gwen. I don't see why we all had to come on this stupid retrieval anyway."

Gwen gave him an angry look and shook her head, "We don't know what this tech can do," she said, "We need all the help we can get."

Owen mumbled something under his breath and she narrowed her eyes at him, hitting him in the shoulder. "What was that?" she demanded.

Owen looked back at her, "I said what we need is Jack!"

"Well Jack's not here!" Gwen forced through her teeth, "And until we find him, this is how things are going to be. Alright?"

"Yeah, whatever," Owen rolled his eyes and trudged forward, still muttering under his breath and hugging himself against the cold. Tosh sighed and looked to Gwen.

"Don't let him get to you," she said, "He's just upset about Jack. We'll find him." Gwen smiled at her and nodded, not bothering to say that she wasn't really so sure. It had been a couple of months since Jack had vanished already. They were doing alright without him, but the team just wasn't the same and she knew it. But what else could she do? They couldn't just sit around and wait for Jack to turn up again, so they'd have to keep going, no matter what.

~/.\~

The Master smirked at the laptop, watching the brightly costumed creatures dance and sing and bounce around. Behind him, in a flash of light, one of the floating metal aliens he'd called "Toclafane" appeared. He glanced at it briefly before turning back to the laptop.

"Have you seen these things?" he asked it, smiling. "This planet is amazing. Television, in their stomach. Now that is evolution!"

"Is the machine ready?" the Toclafane asked in its high, mechanical voice.

The Master took a drink, not taking his eyes off the computer, "Tomorrow morning," he said, "It reaches critical at 8:02 precisely."

"We have to escape!" the voice was desperate now, "Because it's coming, Sir! The darkness! The never-ending darkness! And the terrible, terrible cold! We have to run and run and run!"

The Master pressed a hand against his head, closing his eyes for a moment to hide his annoyance. "Eight o'clock, tomorrow morning," he repeated. "Tell your people. The world is waiting."

~/.\~

"No, no," Mycroft Holmes shook his head. He was sitting in a large, ornate office, holding a phone to his ear and on the verge of perhaps his tenth cigarette of the evening. He hated smoking. Despised it, especially when his brother did it. But today was a day for smoking if there ever was one.

"This is a public relations nightmare!" he said, annoyed. More and more often he found himself wondering how such brainless idiots had found themselves jobs in politics. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. I'll even speak slowly so that you may comprehend it… The Prime Minister did not intend to slight the President. He only meant to bring the United Kingdom, and the rest of the world, into open contact with a new species. There is no reason for anyone to be offended. Of course the President may attend if he wishes; that invitation has been extended by Mr. Saxon himself."

It took several more minutes of arguing before Mycroft was able to get off the phone. He closed his eyes and slipped another cigarette between his lips. "Idiots," he muttered to himself. It had been a nightmare attempting to clear up the mess Saxon had made that morning with his announcement about the Toclafane, further instilling Mycroft's utter dislike of the man.

Not to mention, the odd disappearance of the cabinet. They'd "gone into seclusion", according to Saxon. Mycroft had never heard of such a thing and was amazed that more people weren't asking questions. Of course, from what he'd observed, most of those people never asked questions for very long.

"Sir," a young women tapped on the door and entered carrying a file which she passed over to him.

He sighed heavily and snuffed out the cigarette, "What is it?" he asked, flipping the file open.

"The Jones files, Mr. Holmes," she said, "The Prime Minister has sent out search parties to collect the rest of the group. Apparently, they set off a bomb in the middle of London this afternoon."

Mycroft frowned, remembering that. An entire family being brought in… Leo and Martha Jones were on the run, apparently. Miss Jones was with three men, none of whom he'd ever seen before. He nodded briskly and snapped the folder shut.

"Very well, is that all?"

"Yes, Sir," the woman nodded and quickly left the office, leaving Mycroft alone to brood and smoke in peace.

~/.\~

Jack, Reid, Martha and the Doctor settled for the night in an old junk yard. Jack got a fire going and they'd sent Martha to go and pick up food for them. Martha hadn't touched her phone since her call to Leo had been interrupted and Jack was wary of attempting to call his team again, not wanting the Master to be able to trace their location.

"Anything new?" Martha asked.

"No," Jack said, "We've got the laptop tuned into the Saxon Website so if we get an update from Saxon we'll know,"

Martha sighed, "I meant about my family," she said.

The Doctor, who was leaning over the laptop screen with his glasses on, shook his head. "Still says the Jones family's been taken in for questioning. Tell you what though, no mention of Leo."

Martha smiled, relieved to hear a bit of good news at least. "Not as daft as he looks," she said, sitting down and helping the others get their food out. "God, I'm talking about my brother on the run. How did this happen?"

They ate for a few minutes in silence before Martha caught Jack's eye and jerked her head toward the Doctor. Jack sighed and swallowed quickly, glancing at the Doctor and watching him eat for a moment.

"So, Doctor," he said, "Who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath?"

Reid tensed a bit and looked up, watching the Doctor for a reaction. He didn't really seem to react much, eating and probably trying his best to pretend they weren't asking him about the Master and his past.

"And what is he to you, anyway?" Martha asked, "A friend or…"

"A friend, at first," the Doctor shrugged like it was nothing, but Reid, who was sitting closest to him, caught the look that passed through his eyes. Betrayal, hurt, anger. There was clearly a history there even though the Doctor didn't want to talk about it.

Martha laughed, "I thought you were gonna say he was your long-lost brother or something,"

The Doctor glanced up at her with wide eyes, "You watch too much TV," he informed her shaking his head.

"But… all the stories about Gallifrey," Jack said, "They made it sound so perfect."

Reid didn't mean to speak up, but he did anyway, "No society is perfect," he said, "Especially not one with as much power as they had. If the Daleks hadn't started that last Time War, the Time Lords would've started another. It was only a matter of time. That much power doesn't come without a price."

The Doctor frowned, "You know about the Time War?"

He nodded slowly, not meeting the Doctor's eyes as he leaned forward. "How much?"

"Most of it," Reid said. "Ri- A friend of yours told me about it and you explained some…"

The Doctor looked thoughtful for a moment before turning back to Jack, "He's right. I mean, for a society, Time Lords were far from perfect, but Gallifrey was beautiful. Used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavor, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and mightiest race in the Universe… looking down on the galaxies bellow."

He got a far away, dreamy look on his face talking about Gallifrey and Reid smiled a bit sadly. He had been running for so long and he obviously missed his home and now, he could never go back because Gallifrey was gone forever. He couldn't imagine how hard that must be.

He told them about the Academy that every child of Gallifrey entered at eight years old, where the Master first looked into the Untempered Schism.

"That's when the Master saw eternity," he said, "As a novice he was taken for initiation. Stood in front of the Untempered Schism, it's a gap in the fabric of reality, through which could be seen the whole of the Vortex. You stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space just churning… Some would be inspired. Some would run away. And some would go mad…"

He paused, taking a deep breath and straightening up, shaking his head to clear the thoughts of his past and his home before grabbing his food and starting to eat again.

"What about you?" Martha asked.

The Doctor grinned, "Oh, the ones that ran away! I never stopped!"

Reid smiled at that, shaking his head. Of course. The Doctor. Always running.

The beeping of Jack's Vortex Manipulator interrupted the moment and Jack frowned, lifting the flap to reveal the buttons beneath and reading the screen, "Encrypted folder with files attached… Can make it out…"

"Patch it through to the laptop," the Doctor said, sitting the food aside and leaning forward.

Jack cleared his throat, meeting Reid's eyes for a moment, "Um… since we're telling stories, there's something I haven't told you," he said slowly, eyeing the Doctor warily. He had no idea how the Doctor was going to react, but he nodded to the screen and pressed a button on the leather band.

The screen turned black and suddenly the monitor was dominated by the Torchwood logo. The Doctor's eyes got black and stormy. "You work for Torchwood?" he turned to glare angrily at Jack and the former Time Agent looked away, shaking his head.

"After Canary Wharf the old regime was completely destroyed. I rebuilt it in your honor; it's completely different!"

The Doctor remained tight lipped and Reid sighed, "He's telling the truth, Doctor. It's not the same organization you met before."

The Doctor didn't bother asking how Reid knew that, instead ignoring him and silently nodding to the laptop screen and Jack sighed, playing the video. A blond woman appeared on the screen, explaining that she'd set the email to send if she wasn't back by a certain time, telling them that she'd attached files about Harold Saxon.

"But take a look at the Archangel Network," she warned them, "That's where it all started."

"What's the Archangel Network?" the Doctor frowned.

"I've got Archangel, everyone does," Martha explained, pulling out her phone.

"It's a mobile phone network," Jack said, "It's gone worldwide."

Reid nodded, "I remember that," he said, smiling faintly at the memory, "Garcia was all excited about it when the FBI started using it. Said it was supposed to be the best network out there, faster than any of the others and clearer…" he blinked a few times, "I don't even remember what happened to it."

Jack pulled up the file and frowned, "They've got 15 satellites in orbit… Even other networks are carried by Archangel."

The Doctor took Martha's phone and his sonic screwdriver, "It's in the phones! Oh, I said he was a hypnotist!" he said, shaking his head as he used the sonic to get a better look at the network.

"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!"

A moment later a Martha's phone began beeping out a four-beat rhythm. Beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep. Reid tilted his head, frowning. That beat was familiar. It was the beat that the Master was constantly tapping out with his fingers, drumming them against any solid surface he could.

"Is it some kind of mind control?" he asked.

"No, subtler than that," the Doctor shook his head, "Any strong-willed person would questions. But beneath that code, small whispers saying 'Vote Saxon. Believe in me'. Whispering to the world…" he paused frowning thoughtfully, eyes going distant. Reid was beginning to recognize that look and knew that any moment now the Doctor would have some kind of epiphany.

"Oh, yes! That's how he hid himself from me! 'Cos I should've known there was another Time Lord on Earth! I should've known way back! The signal canceled him out…"

"Can you stop it?" Reid asked, frowning down at the phone.

The Doctor smiled, "Not from down here," he said. "But now we know how he's doing it." And Reid knew, right then, that the Doctor had a plan. Some way to stop the Master. And if Reid remembered correctly, the Master was supposed to meet with the Toclafane at eight in the morning. At 8:03, the President was killed and Saxon went crazy. This would all be over by tomorrow morning.

Martha grinned, relieved to know that they were finally going to do something. She wanted her family freed as soon as possible.

"And we can fight back!" she said excitedly.

The Doctor met her eyes and grinned at her, "Oh, yes!" he said, eyes sparkling brilliantly. "We've got a lot of work to do! So let's get to it!"

~DW/CM~

A/N: So, next chapter is the end of Part II: The Sound of Drums and you'll get to hear from more of the other characters again there. I kept it to Sherlock and Torchwood this time since Saxon was in the UK and it affected them more directly at this point… But I think you'll get to see more from the CM team, may the CBI and possible NCIS next chapter. Maybe even Sam and Dean as well ;) And then, The Year of Hell is where things REALLY take off.

Hope you enjoyed! Please review and let me know what you think!