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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: Be ye for warned! An actual relationship is starting to show! I mean come on, did anyone really think this wouldn't happen what with the bond and with Jack being part of it all?

Drum Hunt

As the four of them wandered through the mindscape they grew more comfortable just being around one another and feeling each other's presence. Until Jack had a thought, he died so often and his last return had felt so different, what if it affected the others? What if him dying hurt them? It wasn't like he could survive without dying at least once forever and he wasn't a Time Lord. What was he going to do? It was obvious that the he'd have trouble leaving if he tried, even if it was to protect them. Would the Tardis even let him go after forcing him to give a DNA sample for the permanent bonding? Jack didn't know. He honestly didn't know what would happen if any of them tried to leave or if something happened to kill one of them permanently. He felt a small smack to his arm and looked up to find Martha walking next to him.

"You look like you're trying to win the dark thoughts of the year award." She teased then in concern. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking about what might happen if something went horribly wrong." Jack admitted sheepishly, causing the other three to stop dead in their tracks.

"You are not leaving us and if you die again we'll deal with it." The Doctor told him fiercely, turning on him.

"If you so much as consider it again you'll find out exactly what those drums have been urging me to do to you, freak!" The Master hissed.

Jack was taken aback at how the two had turned on him so viciously when he'd even barely brought it up. "Wha? How?"

The Doctor's expression softened. "You were thinking rather loudly, Jack. Something that you should know about our species, since you're effectively dating us, we're very possessive. All of that bed hopping that you've been doing? It stops, now." The Doctor turned away and strode forward, once again searching for the source of the drums.

"If you hurt him, you'll wish you could stay dead because all of the regenerations in all of creation wouldn't be able to stop what I'll do to you." The Master threatened before he turned and followed the Doctor on his search for the source of his pesky drum problem.

"Well, I guess we have to make sure those two don't see someone as a threat, don't we?" Martha observed as she watched Jack recover from the threats of doom, repeated death, and dismemberment.

"I guess so." Jack agreed a little unsteadily, then after a look at one another the two hurried to catch up with the last remaining natural born Time Lords in existence.

As the two caught up with the Gallifreyans they started to really notice the change in the scenery. When Jack had first arrived it had resembled a medieval castle with the other three chained into a room with no windows but as they all had moved onto what had at first seemed like it should have been a balcony it shifted into a sort of dune like appearance made of some sort of fleshy-moss-like sandy material colored varying shades of pink and red. The path that they were currently following might have once been a stream bed of some kind.

"Is it just me or is the world turning just plain weird?" Martha asked after a few more minutes of walking in the strange landscape.

"Considering you were a medical student before you became our daughter this is fairly mild. If the landscape had decided to delve into mine or the Master's minds we might run across something particularly nasty before long." The Doctor commented absently.

"Now you've done it!" The Master threw his hands up in exasperation.

"What?" The Doctor asked, startled.

"You just guaranteed that we'll have to face something from our own minds." The Master informed him angrily with a glare causing the Doctor to give them all a sheepish glance of apology to the entire group.

"The girl hasn't developed or faced anything like the darkness that we have or that Handsome Jack's likely got." The Master continued to berate him. "You know perfectly well that her background..."

"Yes, I do." The Doctor glared at the Master, interrupting him. "I also know that she's strong enough to deal with it. I was prepared to send her off with a half formed plan to stop you when it became obvious that you might be half way reasonable about the situation. I never planned for what happened. I never thought that I might get loose once you had me or that I'd be able to use anything even remotely reasonable or safe to try and stop you. You've been getting worse over the centuries, don't think I haven't noticed. I honestly thought I would have to deliver the deathblow, no matter how much it would have destroyed me. You weren't even this sane the last time we fought!"

The Master was quiet for a moment, staring at the Doctor before he answered in a much quieter tone. "I managed to fix some of the shattering my mind had undergone while I was in the matrix before they restored me to fight in the war. You... noticed?"

"Of course I noticed!" The Doctor responded angrily, turning on him. "We've been friends for centuries and fought one another for most of that time as well. Did you honestly think that I couldn't tell something was wrong? Just because I didn't trust your assessment of the situation doesn't mean I'm completely daft."

"Um, guys? I think we need to shelve the discussion until later." Jack interrupted drawing their attention to the fact that they were now surrounded by soldiers of some human-looking species or other.

The soldiers were wearing some kind of black shimmery body suit with a utility/weapons harness and a utility belt. Their boots were pitch black with no visible seal and clearly made to take a beating. All of the equipment was worn around the edges a bit but clearly well cared for. The faces of the soldiers themselves showed clearly their veteran status of both the men and the women. The weapons where a bit of a mix between futuristic sonic and laser weaponry and older projectile weapons. Each and every soldier carried an extensive assortment of blades from throwing knives to kitchen knives to combat knives to short swords to long swords to throwing axes to battle axes to bastard swords to even katanas; If you could think of a type of blade then one of them was carrying it. There was also a large range among the projectile weapons that was being carried and currently being pointed at the small group. Jack noted at least three different types of late 20th century sniper rifles, four laser pistols of various types and power levels, two bowmen who were clearly handling their weapons expertly, and was that a south african blow gun?

"Oh." The Doctor said in disappointment and started figgiting after he'd put his back to Jack, Martha, and the Master. He didn't talk. He didn't try to find anything in his pockets. He just stood there figgiting with his back to his companions as if cornered and fighting with himself not to try and bolt in fear.

"Doctor?" The Master asked softly. "Didn't you work with these rebels to over throw me on Marnus 5? If I remember your meeting correctly you did rather well and they took a shine to you."

"What you saw was them running me to ground." The Doctor told them tightly. "My first meeting nearly got me tossed into the barbeque pit and I had to face down a genetically altered predator. Master, they'd taken one of their planets most fearsome predators and bred it with a Dalek, a Daemon, and an Eknodine. I don't know how they got the DNA but they used Abandon's Daemon DNA." By this point both Jack and the Master were white as a sheet which Martha took as a bad sign even if she didn't under stand the same specifics that the men did.

"Yet you still led them against me and won." The Master pointed out as he and Jack also put their backs to one another and the Doctor, forcing Martha to do the same so that they all faced outward toward their surrounding opponents.

The Doctor snorted. "That was the fifth time they'd cornered me and I couldn't get away so I talked them into letting me face you. By that point they also had my Tardis. I was just glad that my companions had wanted a visit home while I went after a few repair parts. That regeneration gained a good number of scars from that mess. I regenerated soon after so you never found them."

"So then, any suggestions?" Martha asked nervously.

"I don't care how you feel about it, you let us treat you as the Gallifreyan child that you are." The Master ordered tightly. "Most species find the killing of the young of any species abhorrent."

"Nice to know." Martha said nervously.

Suddenly one of the soldiers allowed his weapon to swing down to his side as he drew a knife and lunged for Martha's throat. Jack jerked Martha backward by the shoulder just far enough that the swing missed as the Master caught the swinging limb, wrenched it, breaking the wrist and taking the knife from the now limp hand as its owner cried out in pain and the soldiers tensed in preparation for an attack. Jack, the Doctor, and the Master shifted so that Martha was shoved into the center of the three of them as they stayed back to back. By this point the Master had the knife in a kill hold, clearly ready to use it and his teeth bared, his laser screwdriver in his left. The Doctor was stone faced with his own screwdriver in his right hand, already set to give off a sonic pulse to shatter the eardrums of their attackers with their higher than human sensitivity to high pitched sounds. Jack had his revolver in his left hand and his boot knife in his right hand, he stared at the soldiers, grim faced, waiting. The group heard laughter from the top of a nearby rise and quickly glanced toward it before doing a double take and staring at the figure atop the rise, laughing.

"A perfect solution." Rassilon declared. "The anchor bonded with the traitor and the abomination. You've even brought me a lost child of Gallifrey."

"No." The Doctor whispered in horror, staring up at the Time Lord president.

"Doc, the drums, they seem to be coming from Mr. Important up on the ridge." Jack told them quietly.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" The Master demanded of Rassilon, not moving from his defensive possition.

"Just added a little heart for your planet, boy. The double heartbeat of a Time Lord." Rassilon sneered. "You will use the signal to pull us from the seal the traitor at your side trapped all of Gallifrey in and we will complete the final sanction. The child will go to a proper family and the three of you will get your just rewards."

A/n: Surprised by Rassilon? So was I. I never saw him coming.
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