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Planetary Hostage	By : Genuka Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who/Torchwood and make no money off of them, mores the pitty & this is a work of fiction, any similarity to anything/anyone real is unintentional.

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A/n: Um, please don't hate me but I'm bringing up some of the Doc's survival guilt issues kinda early. Rating has gone up on this chapter due to mentions of not nice possibilities and other not nice stuff.

Medical Assistance

The Doctor and Jack soon found themselves alone with the Master in some sort of comfortable lounge. They watched, still wary, as the Master loosened his tie a bit and sat down in a grey leather covered over stuffed chair facing them and indicated that they should sit on the couch across from him. They were uncomfortably aware of the guards waiting just outside the door.

The Master sat back in his chair with his fingers forming a peak in front of him in a Mr. Burns like fashion as he looked at them in bemusement with an eye raised. "So, here we are. Tell me Doctor, why did you surrender so easily. You didn't even try to give the girl any sort of instructions before I sent her off."

The Doctor sighed and leaned back into the couch. "Do we have to do this now? I'm knackered." At the Master's pointed look he nodded wearily. "Alright. You've backed me into a bit of a corner, you've always been rather good at that, and I'm tired. So very tired. If it weren't for some of the humans I've traveled with I'd be dead. I've grown careless to the point that I almost let my last opponent, before you, take me down with him. The only thing that stopped it was the fact that I was responsible for Martha. I'd promised myself a long time ago that anyone traveling with me would get as much protection that I could provide while we traveled. I also never intended to survive the war but the Tardis made certain that I did survive. *shrug* I don't know what else to tell you except that I'm sorry, so very very sorry."

The Master's expression had grown dark. "You know perfectly well that ^Sorry^ isn't good enough. It will never be good enough. Not for that!" The Master spat.

The Doctor looked down at his feet, nodding softly, and said quietly. "I know." Causing Jack to look back and forth between the two Time Lords in confusion.

"I'm clearly missing something important. Wanna enlighten me?" Jack asked in confusion.

The Doctor glanced up at the Master for permission and received a closed look of barely contained fury that showed clearly that he was not fully focused on Jack's question, but he had still given a slight tilt of the head forward in a nod, giving permission to speak about the war if the Doctor chose to. The Doctor cleared his throat, stalling and then explained. "The Time War, Jack. Why do you think that there is little evidence of Time Lords aside from myth and legend left across all of time and space?"

"I don't know." Jack admitted still confused. "I assumed that it had something to do with the Time War but I never really thought about it."

The Doctor sighed. "It has more to do with how and why the war was timelocked and by who. Jack, I ended the war. The Master had already left soon after he'd realized that we were loosing. Everything just kept getting worse and worse. Gods, you never want to see what was unleashed, the Skarro Degradations, the Nightmare Child. Then at the end, our entire race had gone mad! They had decided that the only way to end the war was to ascend into beings of pure thought as they ended time its self..." He told them both, remembering, looking and sounding as haunted as anyone who has had to order horrendous acts on the battlefield, or commit them.

The Doctor had trailed off, just staring into space, remembering, causing Jack and the Master to exchange concerned looks. The Master leaned forward and snapped his fingers at the Doctor trying to bring him back to the present. The Doctor didn't react normally, he didn't come back to the present, he didn't see the other two men, he didn't even look in the direction of the sound. Instead he jerked in perfect time with each of the three snaps, almost as if he was having mini seizures each time he heard the sound. The Master swore as Jack grabbed him and tried to get him to lay down on the floor, holding his head. Jack quickly slipped off his own jacket, still holding the Doctor, to pile it under the Doctor's head as an emergency pillow so that he wouldn't crack his skull on the wood panel floor during the apparent seizure.

The Master had helped get the Doctor onto the floor and held his shoulders down, following Time Lord emergency medical procedure, making certain that there was as little extra jolting to the Doctor's hearts as was possible. Because of the fact that Time Lords were stronger than humans there was a real danger of the Doctor twisting or even snapping his own spine in his current state, as a result the Master had thrown one of his own legs in-between the Doctor's to help stabilize his spine as he thrashed and held him down bodily until he'd stopped thrashing. Cautiously, the two men released their holds on the now lightly breathing, inert, Time Lord, ready to grab him if he started to seize again.

The Doctor opened his eyes and blinked upward at the ceiling and the Master still leaning over him slightly. "Ah, um, hello. I appear to be on the floor. Why am I on the floor?" He asked.

Jack gave off a short breathless laugh of relief and the Master moved to sit on the floor beside the Doctor in relief, rather than half on top of him. "You started seizing, you bastard." He informed the Doctor with no real heat behind his words. "You're getting a full checkup, just as soon as I can get over the near hearts attack you gave me with that little stunt. Freak, it looks like I've found a better use for you than as a guinea pig, you just got drafted to help me keep him from getting himself killed."

"Hey, I'm moving up in the world Doc. First, I'm a guinea pig, now I'm a Time Lord babysitter. Not that he doesn't need one." Jack joked.

"Oi! I'm right here! And I do not need a sitter!" The Doctor protested as he tried to sit up, but was gently pushed back down by both men.

"It would be easier keeping him in check if we brought in some of the others who've traveled with him to help." Jack told the Master tiredly. "Between us all we know most of his tricks to get out of any medical treatment for injuries or to let him do something stupid that could get him killed. I can honestly promise you that when it comes to the Doctor none of us are really willing to let him get hurt if we can help it. As for the ladies that traveled with him, I've seen proof that if they didn't fall in love with him they tried to mother him instead. The only problem with having us watch him is that he never let us know virtually anything about Time Lord biology, so that we wouldn't know when something was really wrong." He finished with a light glare at the prone Time Lord who had the presence of mind to stay quiet.

The Master snorted. "If he'd tried to teach you about our biology I'd be very worried. He practically failed Gallifreyan Biology and only passed Regeneration Basics by half a mark. He completely failed the Tardis flight classes and probably still leaves the handbrake on all of the time if his Type 40 still wheezes and rattles while tossing everyone about. I'm still not sure why she puts up with him even if she had been decommissioned when he'd taken her. Though he always did get top marks on anything to do with humans or earth."

"Oi! I wasn't that bad." The Doctor protested still laying on the floor, Jack's coat under his head.

The Master looked at him. "Yes, you were, and what just happened certainly proves my point. If you'd done a proper mental spring cleaning and taken a good rest once in awhile rather than running off all over the place trying to save or protect your precious humans who could have certainly waited for a month or two then the Freak and I wouldn't have had to hold you down. The convulsions wouldn't have even happened."

The Doctor had no response to this except to look away from them. The Master waited a moment to see if he was going to say anything then continued. "You know perfectly well how strong Time Lord minds are and how interwoven the functions of our bodies are to how are minds work. If there's something wrong in the body we get a clear indication of where it is and what it is along with the ability to mentally control and direct the repair effort on a conscious level. By the same token if something goes wrong in our minds and we don't take care of it or at least come to terms with it a bad memory or a nightmare can quite literally kill us."

By now Jack was very pale. He could remember the Doctor having increasingly frequent nightmares over the last couple of months and dreaded what might have happened if they hadn't found the Master, even if he had conquered the planet.

"He's been having nightmares for a couple of months and they've been getting worse." Jack practically whispered, causing the Master's gaze to jerk upward and look into his now deadly white face.

The Master started cursing in Gallifreyan as the Doctor closed his eyes in a pained fashion. "They aren't that bad." The Doctor protested weakly.

"^They aren't that bad^?! Then why did your Tardis put up barely a token protest about being made into a paradox machine and when I made the standard threats against you she gave me almost literally full access?!" The Master demanded, causing the Doctor to wince. "The only two things I don't have authorization for are the imprimatur chamber and the heart cavity."

The Doctor gave the barest sound of protest but was otherwise silent as the Master glared at him and Jack looked on in concern. "Fine. We'll do this the hard way." The Master told him angrily and pulled out his cell phone along with his copy of Martha's cell number and dialed it.

"Miss. Jones? Yes, this is the Master or if you prefer Harold Saxon. An issue with the Doctor has arisen. I'll explain in a moment, but first has he been having nightmares?" The Master was quickly once again cursing in Gallifreyan. "Miss. Jones I need you to contact any and all of his previous traveling companions that you can and come back here with them. He's fallen ill and having all of you around might keep him from doing anything foolish. It will also make it easier to find the source of the nightmares. No. The nightmares are a real concern because of how powerful a Time Lord mind is. A nightmare or bad enough memory that hasn't been dealt with properly can and has killed Time Lords before. Thank You. Would you mind handing your phone to your security detail? Thank you again. Jason? Help Miss. Jones contact and pick up anyone she thinks can help and bring them back to the Valiant. Just do it. If that means commandeering a bloody bus and kidnapping the Queen then do it. I don't really care. Then take them with you. Good."

The Master hung up and turned back to Jack tiredly. "She's coming and bringing anyone she thinks can help. I'll have to be the one to handle the telepathic end since I very much doubt that any of you have any telepathic abilities."

"I have some telepathic ability but not much. I was born in the 51st century and was a Time Agent for a couple of years until they stole 2 years worth of my memories from me. They gave me some basic training. Its not enough to qualify for a healer's license or anything but it works well enough to keep out anything unintentional and to let me know when someone's screwing with me." Jack offered.

"Well that's something at least." The Master admitted. "And here I thought I'd have trouble keeping you lot out of trouble and inconvenient places not keeping you in one piece."

"And if its something as simple as say some rithcal pollen that got trapped in my respiratory by-pass?" The Doctor asked in annoyance having crossed his arms petulantly while staying flat on the floor where they had placed him during his seizure.

"Have you dealt with the memories of the war? Of how many battles you've been in? Of being both the foot soldier and the General? Have you dealt with the atrocities that you were forced to see and search for traps and dead children?" The Master demanded. "I may not have been assigned to the same front as you were but your accomplishments in battle made their way throughout the fleet. It even got to the point where some of the others who were assigned to me as guards started to slip me information on you directly as if some idiot was planning on applying that antiquated ^marry thine enemy and have peace^ law."

"Oh, well that makes more sense why someone was always updating me on your status as well." The Doctor said faintly.

Jack looked at the two Time Lords and how they were avoiding eye contact and smiled as he asked in amusement. "The two of you didn't happen to actually ask after the other at some point?" His question was met with silence. "That's what I thought. Is it safe to move him?"

"Yes. It was probably safe after the first 30 seconds or so but I didn't want to chance it with how often he tosses himself into or through some situation or other that could kill him." The Master explained, then he turned right around and asked the Doctor. "Tattoo, brand, or collar?"

"Wha.? What in the world are you talking about?" The Doctor asked startled into going still half way into sitting up.

"Did you really think you were going to get away with out something marking you as mine after what happened on the bridge?" The Master asked condescendingly. "This planet doesn't have much else that will let me claim you openly and I didn't think you'd appreciate marrying me after the fuss you've put up over the centuries over humans in general and your traveling companions in particular. So, tattoo, brand, or collar?"

The Doctor blushed bright red and finished getting up. "Um, can I have some time to decide?" He asked as he handed Jack's coat back to him.

"Yes, but you'll be wearing a control bracelet regardless so that goes on now." The Master informed him as he moved to the small wet bar and pulled out a small metal bracelet from underneath it. He held it out to the Doctor who silently took it and put it on his right wrist, which the Master noted with some surprise. "Your right wrist? You're right hand dominant and you don't know what it does. I expected you to put it on your left, given the choice."

The Doctor shrugged. "Didn't really think about it." He admitted.

The Master stared at his oldest friend and enemy. Yes, as many problems as having the Doctor's companions around were going to cause he risked loosing the Doctor to a suicide attempt before he could try and put him back together without them around to help stabilize him. This was going to be a bit more tricky than he had planned for. He hadn't realized that the Doctor had allowed the issues of humanity and his human companions to affect him so deeply that he got this bad. The Doctor and his companions would have to be inside the eye of the temporal storm when the paradox broke or putting him back together would all be for nothing and he would loose the Doctor all over again, but this time it might be permanent...

A/n: Again good? Bad? Reviews are helpful!!! I also cannot promise a pairing of any type but it seems to be leaning toward something a little more congenial between the Doctor and the Master. I have NO control over musey!
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