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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: This chapter is inspired in part by wondering exactly what those three are doing in their telepathic link. After all we've had a bit much on the domestic side haven't we? And the Doctor hates domestic... *smirk*

The Dangers of Dreams

Martha was finding the double vision very strange and for a while when they were helping to keep the Doctor awake in the real world it turned into triple vision. She could see what Jack saw and what the Doctor saw, while he was awake. The final version that she could see all at once was from her own perspective and she wasn't happy with it. Oh, she knew that it was just a dream, but thanks to the Doctor's own nightmares and seizure on the Valiant she knew that dreams could be deadly for her new species. She watched as Jack walked back into the room where their bodies lay and her Jack-vision started to fade... All she could see was her dream and in it she was chained to the wall of some dungeon next to the Doctor and the Master and from the looks on their faces they weren't any more certain how to get out of the prison than she was.

"Can we call Jack?" Martha asked desperately, hoping that they could do something before their tormentor came back.

The Doctor shook his head. "If we try to talk to Jack he'll be dragged in with us and there's still the chance that our opponent can manifest in reality. If he manages to come out of this dream state what kind of mess do you think he'll make?" He asked.

"There's also the fact that we're in the Tardis so he's got quite a bit of advanced technology at his literal finger tips, if he manages to cross to reality and by now your human family is here." The Master reminded her as he futilely yanked on the chains pinning him to the wall in frustration. "No, we have to beat it here. How do you stand getting chained up all of the time?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Well it helps if you aren't constantly yanking on whatever's got you trapped and there's a reason why I learned to pick locks, seals, and untie knots without looking. Sometimes talking just doesn't work and I have to actually do something to stop them."

"Sometimes?" Martha challenged, sending a glare toward the Doctor who flushed.

"Alright, so I can't really make an effective argument very often when I'm tied up. It helps to face them down on their own turf, throws them off balance a bit, especially if they don't know you're coming." The Doctor admitted. "These chains though aren't normal. I've tried picking them at least half a dozen times since they locked me in and they keep changing on me whenever I get close to unlocking them. I can feel them change shape and shift." He told them with a frown.

"That is as it should be, Destroying Storm." A voice came out of the darkness surrounding them, causing the three of them to go on alert.

"Oh? And why would you need something like that for little old me?" The Doctor asked curiously.

"Because Doctor-man you destroyed my race." A lumbering behemoth informed him as he left the shadows and entered the sparse light surrounding the three Time Lords. The new comer was large, some would even call him a giant. By human standards he had so many over developed muscles that it was a wonder he could move without hurting himself. His dinosaur like features clearly showed that he wasn't human but it was also clear that he wasn't part of the race known as Homo-Reptila or Silurians.

"How many races have you destroyed since the last time, before you found me at the end of the universe? How many races Doctor?" The Master demanded.

"Oh don't go sulking just because you weren't there to see it. You made your choice when you ran from the Time War." The Doctor accused.

"Had I stayed I'd be dead, as the rest of our people now are." The Master shot back causing the Doctor to send him a wounded look trying to hide the sucker punch to the gut that comment had been.

"Oi! That's enough you two! Honestly, how I'm gonna deal with the two of you being my new dads..." Martha just shook her head ending the argument before it could get up any real steam.

"Oh? *evil chuckle* Then this trap has been more fruitful then I'd ever have hoped." The dinosaur man laughed. "The Doctor's child and the only other adult Time Lord in existence. How delicious. I see that I will have to change my plans slightly but no matter, this is a far better outcome than I could have hoped."

The Doctor looked over into the Master's equally wide eyes, trying to hide the panic he was feeling and they both silently agreed. Jack would have to be brought into this, there was no help for it.

"Jack!" The Doctor called out.

"Freak! Get your arse in here!" The Master bellowed.

To Martha's shock, she could feel Jack suddenly slump over in his chair and watched him appear in front of her. Jack looked around in slight confusion until he spotted them chained to the wall.

"So, this is kind of kinky. You three come here often?" Jack asked with a smirk, ignoring their captor but watching him out of the corner of his eye, just in case he had to dodge or bolt. He'd do no good to the rest of his family chained up next to them, dead or not.

The Doctor's exasperated "Jack." along with the Master's glare answered his question.

"Shut it and get us down." Martha ordered.

"Oh, no. You're staying right were you are, child of the Doctor." The dinosaur man chuckled. "I'll just be a moment, he'll make a nice snack."

Jack deftly dodged the dinosaur man's grab and skipped back away from him eyeing him warily.

"So, anyone want to tell me what the problem is? You said I'd get dragged into the link if there was a problem. Big and ugly here is something that you could probably handle on your own, so why call me?" Jack asked conversationally as he continued to dodge the increasingly frustrated grabs.

"We could handle him just fine if fumble fingers here could get the locks open." The Master growled, sending a glare at the Doctor.

"Oi! That's not fair. I already told you that the locks keep changing on me mid-pick and why aren't you out of yours any way? I seem to remember that you're rather good at getting out of restraints as well." The Doctor argued back. "I mean come on, how often did you break out of confinement back home? You got out loads more times than I did and half the time they only let me out to go deal with something that you did."

"I wasn't the one willing to get myself killed over something trivial that any Time Lord could undo. Why do you think that I was always rigging them to kill? Those old bones weren't willing to risk one regeneration much less six." The Master provided his own shot in the argument.

"What? So I was the only one to face you down because I didn't mind risking needing to regenerate just to have a word with you over whatever planet you were threatening at the time?" The Doctor demanded.

"Essentially? Yes." The Master glared at his old rival. "I did make certain that if it was you who came after me there was a way around it. None of the others would have dared to try some of the answers to my little traps. They wouldn't have even considered them as possibilities." The Master answered the demand with a snort. "I had my own way around them, and half the times that you followed me I only used some of the solutions for your benefit. I may have tried to kill you more than once over the centuries but I wasn't willing to lose you over a bad chess move."

"And the drums?" The Doctor asked quietly.

The Master sighed and admitted. "I've been keeping them from interfering with the link."

"Maybe you shouldn't?" Martha suggested drawing the attention of the arguing Time Lords. "What if those drums bother him as much as they bother you?"

The Master gained a peculiar expression as he thought this over, until the Doctor gently pointed out. "We'll have to start dealing with them some time."

The Master nodded and with sigh, dropped his hold on the drums. The effect was immediate, there was suddenly a background ba-boOM-Ba-BOOM that repeated over and over, staggering their opponent but also causing Jack to shake his head as if he'd been sideswiped by the behemoth and was trying to clear it. Jack's opponent wasn't having much more success with the drums and his failure to adapt showed clearly on his pained face and looser defense. Jack took advantage of this and struck where no male wants to be hit, causing the being to slowly slide to the ground with a groan of pain, as he slid into clear unconsciousness.

"Damn! This is what you keep hearing? It would drive me crazy in under a year." Jack complained as he made his way over to the rest of the Time Lord pack. He looked over their restraints consideringly and then pulled his revolver from his pocket.

"Where did you get that?" The Doctor yelped, flinching away from the gun. "I thought the Master confiscated it?"

"Please." Jack scoffed. "You think I can't tell the difference from reality and dreams? I may not have much power or training but I'm still a telepath. I know how to make dream constructs, that was basic first sequence learning!"

Jack carefully took aim at each shackle and shoot them off of each Time Lord, before he slipped his gun back into his pocket and pulled out copies of the Doctor and the Master's screwdrivers and tossed them to the two. "Come one. We might as well try to destroy those damned drums while we're here." Jack told them before heading off in the direction that the drums seemed to be coming from...

A/n: Ah, the dangers of a Time Lord mind....
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