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Planetary Hostage 2	By : Genuka Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who/Torchwood and make no money off of them, mores the pitty. Nor Do I own the Justice League species Thangarians. This is a work of fiction with no intentional connection to anything real.

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A/n: Oh dear it looks like Rassilon actually has something in mind for them, and its not something nice. I wonder where Martha managed to get to...

Dropping In

With that Rassilon had them dragged back to the castle they had so recently come from and chained to a different wall of the same room. Before he left them alone to contemplate their actions and fate he told them something, something that made their blood run cold. "If I don't think that the girl might be useful and you continue to resist correction then the girl will be the first to experience some of the more strenuous correction that has been developed for you, traitor." He laughed as he left the room.

"He's not going to let us die is he?" Jack asked tiredly, pain evident in his voice.

"No." The Doctor said quietly. "Not until he gets what he wants and perhaps not even then. But what I can't quite figure out is how he's here. I sealed the time war, its time locked. I know he was on Gallifrey at the time."

The Master looked over Jack keenly. "You said that you thought the drums were coming from him, from Rassilon." He said quietly, more a statement then a question.

Jack nodded tiredly. His wounds were healing faster then a normal humans but not quite as fast as perhaps a Time Lord's would have. "Exactly how unpredictable is this guy?" he asked, barely having the strength to remain partly upright in his chains, which forced them all to stand against the walls behind them.

"Very, Rassilon was one of those most affected by the war. He's got an unnaturally strong need to keep living. Our infinite regenerations will come partly from you and partly from the time integration effect. Rassilon, well no one is quite sure how he managed to become our equivalent of immortal, endless regenerations." The Doctor said with a shake of his head. "Sometimes I think that we live to long."

The Master felt a spike of unnaturally strong pain come from Jack and looked at him sharply. Jack winced in pain but otherwise didn't seem to notice. Over the next several minutes increasingly powerful waves of something that almost seemed like telepathic and empathic power came from Jack as if the beating had broken some sort of restraint or binding that had been put in place around certain inherent abilities that Jack must have. The Doctor had noticed at the same time as the Master and was watching Jack in concern but said nothing.

"Damn it!" Jack cursed and stamped his foot, after a particularly painful spike that felt like a railroad spike being driven through his skull from just over his left eye to the base of his skull.

"Jack?" The Doctor asked worriedly.

"Nothing. I'm just getting pain spikes. Must have some form of concussion." Jack told them tersely.

"Considering the power that's rolling off of you, I doubt that's all it is." The Master said dryly. "Have you ever had a particularly powerful nightmare, dream sequence, relative, or survived a fight with someone that supposedly had more psychic ability than you did?"

"Yes, its how the Time Agency found me. I got into an argument with a Time Agent and someone he was perusing and they decided to use psychic attacks as well as the more normal weapons they carried. Dad had taken me to see the space station and help with getting the new equipment for our settlement. We might not have been invaded except for the once but we did get raided a couple of times. Just quick smash and grabs, nothing fancy. The Agent and his quarry weren't bothering to be careful about the people around them. I don't know how or why but I think I managed to toss something into their heads and knock them both out. I was never able to do that again and after the training and treatment from the agency I've always felt like I'm sort of wrapped in a very thin blanket when I use my telepathy." Jack admitted candidly. "They told me I wasn't very powerful but that it would help keep me from being messed with psychically."

"That's not possible." The Doctor half whispered.

"Apparently it is." The Master told him scathingly, then to Jack. "Looks like you got a bit of a boost when we bonded. *sigh* You'll need to be trained too. We'll need to rip out any barriers or bindings those idiots at the Time Agency put in and see what other damage they've done." The Master considered him for a moment, then shook his head.

"First we need to get free and get Martha back." Jack insisted. "My training can wait. If you have to leave me behind. Its not like he can do all that much to me any way."

"That's where you're wrong, abomination." Rassilon said from the doorway.

He entered the room carrying a small cage which contained a small glowing blue light that was furiously flitting about inside, trying to find some sort of flaw or break in the containment that would allow it to slip through to freedom. Rassilon had managed to capture the Tardis. Had he captured Martha as well? They didn't know but they dreaded the possible answer.

"Where's Martha?" Jack demanded.

Rassilon looked at him in annoyance. "Unfortunately, the child still hasn't been run to ground, but it wont be long until she will be brought back into the fold."

Hearing this the Master snorted in contempt. "I very much doubt that. She's our daughter, not some weak stripling of girl, even if her becoming our daughter was a bit unusual."

This caused Rassilon to look at them sharply. "I see." He said carefully. "Perhaps I shouldn't have fought with Dagur so much over the enemy marriage contract between the two of you I finally signed, or tried to slow its progress to a crawl." At these words both Time Lords stared at him in complete shock.

"Just out of curiosity are you actually here? In the bond? Or are you still stuck inside the time war?" Jack asked trying to distract everyone and allow his two Time Lords a chance to recover.

"Both, my body and the larger portion of my mind is still within the time lock but I attached part of myself to the signal which I embedded in the Master in case I needed to force the issue of retrieving Gallifrey from the war." Rassilon told him absently as he continued to watch the two rebel Time Lords. "I made certain that he wouldn't be able to expel me alone. He would never be willing to form a permanent bond with another Time Lord and nothing short of that will remove me or the signal."

"I'm sorry but how close is a permanent bond to a mating bond?" Jack asked almost apologetically, almost.

This time it was the Doctor who answered as he looked at the Master in both pity and sympathy. "One step down." He said softly. "Its the step before a full mating bond and where you usually stop if you want a bond with someone that is as strong as possible without actually being mated. Like with a mating bond you are bound together for all eternity but it excludes the mating drive and wont forcibly trigger any mating urges."

The Master had gone white as a sheet but he still snarled in rage at Rassilon, lunging for him only to be jerked to a stop just short of the personality fragment by the chains that bound him to the wall behind him. No one noticed Martha calmly walk into the room just behind Rassilon with a clearly hand made particle cannon in her hands pointed directly at Rassilon's back. No one noticed her release the safety and ratchet the power level up to the point where it would easily incinerate the man.

"I suggest you step away from my new dads unless you want a nice hole in your back." She informed Rassilon calmly, freezing the entire tableau in place at her words.

Slowly, ever so slowly Rassilon turned around to face her and stared in disbelief. "Alright, Martha!" Jack crowed in delight.

"However did you manage that?" The Doctor asked in bewilderment as the Master also stared in confusion. "You've only been a Time Lord for less then a day. We haven't had time to teach you the basics much less how to do that."

"The Tardis might not have been willing to give me glowing weapons like she gave you but she did show me a junk yard and how to fix this." Martha lifted her cannon slightly, showing it off. "It was mostly already put together and only needed a few parts replaced from the junk lying around it. Besides I'm starting to think that she can't give me weapons like she did for you lot, at least not yet. You said I've got a child's link with her and that I translated directly from human to Time Lord. Well what if my equivalent age didn't translate?"

The Master's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I thought that we'd already explained that it didn't. If we'd been on Gallifrey or had access to Gallifrey you'd likely have been sent immediately to the infirmary to be checked over by certified healers, we'd all have gone through the Rising Sleep and then you'd have been sent off to start your classes at one academy or another." He told her. "You'd have had some trouble catching up with those in your new age group unless you were considered a genius among your species in the first place and maybe even then, provided that we'd be willing to send you in the first place. As it is we'll be the ones teaching you not those pompous fools that taught at the academy's." By this point Rassilon was purpling in rage over the fact that Martha had gotten the drop on him and they were casually discussing breaking Time Lord law while holding him at gun... well cannon point.

"Traitor." Rassilon spat at her.

Martha just looked at him partly in disappointment and partly in shocked disbelief over his naivete despite his supposedly great age. "You must be joking. Haven't you been listening at all? How can I be a traitor when I haven't been a Time Lord for even 24 hours? I was born human. The only Time Lord who I know anything about is the Doctor and I know barely anything at all about him. Calling me a traitor just shows how much of a nutter you really are."

By this point the Tardis had managed to find the single weakest point in her cage and she had been slowly applying pressure to it. It wasn't breaking easily however, it was of Time Lord make after all. She was already applying the same amount pressure that humans used to make artificial diamonds out of carbon. She could just feel it beginning to crumple under the pressure, breaking its connection to the unaffected pieces to either side outside of the compression field she was projecting. It only took her one last second to break through then she was free and flitting about the room, touching the chains and manacles that bound each member of her pack. As she touched them they fell away to dust and iron flakes, she had aged the restraints into oblivion. Clearly the Tardis was unhappy and was going to be extremely over protective for a while, the Master didn't even get a nip of static electricity or other small petty punishment for his misdeeds. Finally the Tardis alighted on Martha's shoulder and waited, pulsing slightly. None of them moved, they knew when to freeze around an upset female, of any species...

"So, what now?" Jack asked tentatively, trying to break the uncomfortable stalemate.

"We find those bloody drums and destroy them." Martha told him, still glaring at Rassilon. "We should tie up this nutter and leave him to rot." This set Rassilon off laughing madly, causing the three men to sidle away from him.

"Child, I am the drums." Rassilon told her maliciously. "Unless you think you can destroy me without harming your beloved sire." He gestured at the Master. "You are a fool and wasting precious time to retrieve Gallifrey from the time lock."

"You can't be serious!" Martha asked him incredulously.

Rassilon just grinned at her, madness clear in his gaze. Hearing this the Tardis' pulsing had changed and was becoming increasingly more violent and blindingly bright blue, almost searingly so. Before Martha had a chance to even twitch the Tardis hopped from her shoulder and onto a very particular part of the cannon. She pulsed, flipping 3-4 switches in an increasingly complex pattern. Martha had no clue what the Tardis was doing and wasn't even going to try to figure it out, she just hoped that the sentient time ship knew what it was doing and that it wouldn't blow up in their faces.

It took the Doctor a few seconds of watching the patterns unfold under the Tardis' manipulations for him to figure out exactly what his ship was doing but when he did his eyes opened wide in shock and he lunged forward with a cry of "Stop!" only to be brought up short yet again by two sets of male hands. The Master had also figured out what the Tardis was doing and realized that the Doctor would try to stop her. The Doctor struggled to get to get free and prevent what he saw as a repetition of his own crimes during the time war. Sobbing his struggles subsided just as the Tardis finished reconfiguring the particle cannon and nudged at Martha's hand giving her the go-ahead to fire.

Martha's face firmed. "You shouldn't have threatened my family or my home." She informed him in a strong clear voice, then with some mental prompting from the Tardis she used the ancient ceremonial words to claim the forfeit owed not only to her but to all of earth and humanity as well as reinforcing a claim that was already in place. She claimed the last two Time Lords as the blood price for the betrayal of the Time Lord race. "In accordance with ancient Gallifreyan law set in time locked stone, infused with atron energy that even the untempered schism could not break. In accordance with the bloodline codes dating back to the first alpha, the first pilot, the first Tardis, to the beginning of the planetary pattern of the planet Gallifrey and with the blessing of time's essence and spirit. I claim The Doctor and The Master, the Tardis to which the Doctor is currently primary pilot, the Fixed Point Time Walker, and retain my own heritage as a human, binding and bound, the five of us to earth and humanity as a whole. As well as to continue to fulfill the obligations set upon both the Doctor and the Master when they were called as guardians of differing and balanced types to the very essence of the universe, meant to walk side by side but torn asunder by the early signs of the betrayal of the Time Lord race. This is the blood price, this is the forfeit. Do you dare challenge the claim?" She demanded.

The stunned silence that followed was nothing that any of them could have ever dreamed. Rassilon, the Doctor, and the Master all knew exactly what her declaration meant, Jack had an inkling and Martha just knew that it would keep Rassilon from maintaining a hold. She didn't have the background information that she needed to fully understand what she had just claimed. She didn't care. If she had known she would have said it far more fiercely, bitingly, and added a few more choice words into the mix. As it was she just stood there waiting for an answer, an acceptance or a challenge.

"No." Rassilon snarled breaking the extended silence. "I don't recognize your right to make the claim."

"Tough." Martha shot back and pulled the trigger.

Immediately, the cannon fired, striking him in the torso with the modified particle beam at full power. The unearthly shriek of rage, fury, and pain that came from Rassilon as he was pulled into what appeared to be a small portal originating from the point at which the particle beam struck him sent a chill down their spines. The portal closed as soon as Rassilon was fully through the portal, and Martha dropped the particle cannon from limp fingers as she slumped to her knees, shaking. The dream world dissolved around them as they slowly awoke back in the Sacred Rest chamber.

A/n: Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Suggestions?
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