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This story is No. 2 in the series "Planetary Hostage". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: [Sequel to Planetary Hostage] Martha's now a Time Lord, the Toclofane have been sent back home, time has been re-integrated & both the Doctor & the Master have unlimited regenerations, so what are they going to do now? Rated 18/slash for Harkness Effect

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > GeneralGenukaFR182945,3361586,28027 Sep 127 Jan 13Yes

Break-ups and Security Protocols

A/n: I'm glad you're all enjoying the recent rapid updates. I just seem to be inspired on this story lately. Enjoy your holiday!

Also the reason that Lucy isn't as well represented as she should be is that I just couldn't seem to write her, so I'm taking her completely out of the picture.



Break-ups and Security Protocols


Back in the Tardis the console room was quiet as the two Time Lords worked in unison to fly them into the vortex and into a stable standby pattern. The Tardis was kind enough to make the extra effort for a smooth flight for her irritated pack. The new arrivals just looked on as the two worked and stayed to one side, out of the way. It wasn't long before they put the finishing touches on the flight and turned to their passengers. Which is exactly when Jack poked his head into the console room to see why they were flying the Tardis and not in the infirmary looking over Martha trying to mother hen her to death.

"I see we have passengers." Jack noted. "Doc I think you should take another look at Martha. Her wound isn't reacting right and I'm not sure if its the new biology or something weird with the bullets that guy used."

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute. In the mean time don't let her have any aspirin or the quartical hydroxide for that matter." The Doctor told him.

Jack just sort of looked at him. "Why would I want to give her quartical hydroxide? That stuff crystallizes the insides of most species, we don't need a half crystallized Martha. And are we keeping any of them?" He asked pointing at Lucy, Smith, Mic, and Mc'Cal. "Because if we are I've got dibs on the hot one." This last comment earned him a black look from both Time Lords.

"Unless you want a very painful lesson in fidelity, freak, I suggest you go check on Martha." The Master told him coldly, to which Jack just rolled his eyes and headed back to the infirmary.

The Doctor looked at him in disappointment. "That wasn't necessary." He told the Master.

The Master just looked at him. "I believe that it was. Now we need to deal with them before we fix up Martha and send her to bed then you, I and the freak are having a talk."

"But you said I could choose." The Doctor said hesitantly.

"Yes, but if you remember our laws to make the mating legal it either needs to be witnessed or you jump through all of those ridiculous legal and ceremonial loops. If its between three or more then we merely need to make a statement to the effect under oath in front of a certified authority as soon as possible, relative to our personal time lines." The Master growled out. "Now can we get on with it? Martha needs proper tending and we haven't had a chance to teach the freak about it yet."

"Harold? I don't understand." Lucy asked almost hesitantly. "What is going on?"

The Master looked at her. "Simple, our agreement is over and we're going to get divorced, as promised. You can keep everything aside from a few projects that I will tell some of my followers to destroy. Have a nice life." He told her simply.

"And us? Does our agreement about the Doctor's security still stand?" Mic asked.

"While on earth you will work our security. When we aren't on earth you will maintain a residence for us. The threat protocols that I've already outlined will apply to anyone you hire." The Master told them bluntly. "When we land, provided we land in the correct time frame, you will contact Patrica Cornwall of Undine Computer Protocols Inc. and tell her that the ghost is flawed but the original goal succeeded. She is to shut down her project and the kill code is ^Rassilon Rising^ complication Doctor 9 success mauve 82. Do I need to repeat myself?"

"No, sir." Smith told him respectfully. "Are we allowed to bring our families to live in the residence that we establish for you and the Doctor, sir?"

"Oh, no. You aren't making a home for me." The Doctor told them with a wide false grin that had just a touch of pain behind it. "My home is the Tardis here." He patted her console and she purred under his affection.

"Within reason, but they must understand that its our home first." The Master agreed, completely ignoring the Doctor's opinion of the situation. If he thought that it wasn't going to be their home whenever they visited earth in the right time frames for it to be there and maintained, he was sorely mistaken. Even if it did mean that the Tardis was likely to get parked in the living room during their visits.

"Do we keep it under one of our names or under yours and the Doctor's?" Mic asked.

"Harold Saxon and John Smith will suffice." The Master informed them amicably.

"You're giving me part ownership?" The Doctor asked in surprise.

"It is your usual alternate moniker." The Master replied almost idly.

"Harold? I'm not sure that I want that divorce anymore." Lucy admitted tentatively, earning a black look from her erstwhile husband.

"You don't get a choice in the matter my dear." The Master told her smoothly. "You can however tell Patrice when she comes to see you, despite my orders to the contrary, that I did indeed give the kill code. I plan to destroy the ring now that its no longer needed."

"Ring? What ring?" The Doctor asked, alert, almost as if he were a bloodhound who had just caught the scent of whatever he was tracking.

The Master just slid the ring off of his finger and tossed it to the other Time Lord. "It wasn't one of my better ideas but I'm fairly certain that it would have worked, after a fashion." The Master shrugged. "Its simple enough, I die and they use the imprimatur that I kept giving Lucy when I kissed her to trigger the revival ceremony sequence."

The Doctor stared at him as he turned the ring over and over in his hands. "You installed a base biomatrix along with an update of your physical form and a near constant stream of your memories being updated." The Doctor murmured, impressed. "No wonder you never took this off. Had they triggered this you would have essentially been re-born, a whole new set of regenerations but a complete set of memories. Though the integration would have been a bit odd and possibly unstable."

"Yes." He said curtly. "Now if you don't mind I believe that we are due at the Magistrate's office for my divorce and we still haven't put Martha to bed."

The Doctor nodded before he pocketed the ring and they set about getting the divorce as well as their security settled into their new lives. It didn't take them long aside from the Doctor having to pull rank and call in a favor to get the divorce completed quickly, even with the simplification that just about everything would go to Lucy. After another talk between the Master, the Doctor, and Lucy it was agreed that if Patrice was willing to let Lucy join her cell of loyalists then the Master would allow it and she could stay in intermittent contact.

By the time everyone and everything was settled and they were back in the vortx Jack was starting to get worried over Martha's reaction to the gun-shot wound. He might not know what a Time Lord's normal temperature range was but the way she was starting to sweat and moan in her sleep bothered him greatly. He did what he could before he decided to stalk into the console room just as they were locking the Tardis into a safe drifting pattern and grabbed the Doctor before bodily dragging him to the infirmary.

"Jack? Jack! What's wrong? I was just about to come see Martha and..." The Doctor started, before Jack cut him off.

"You're taking to long and I'm worried. Her temperature has gone up and she's moaning." Jack told them both as he continued to drag the Doctor, bodily, to the infirmary.

"Oh, its started then has it?" The Doctor asked keenly causing Jack to stop dead in his tracks.

"Explain. No, wait, explain when we get to the infirmary and you can do something for Martha." Jack started back toward the infirmary still towing the Doctor behind him, much to the Master's great amusement.

"It shouldn't be a problem. Every Gallifreyan goes through the crucible process upon receiving their first major injury." The Doctor started to explain then stopped dead, causing Jack to be jerked backward by his own hold on the Doctor, when he saw exactly how far gone Martha was. "You would have to be a difficult child. Master she's on an accelerated sequence."

"I can see that." The Master told him with some concern. "I had hoped that she wouldn't inherit that from me."

"What are you talking about? She inherited it from me." The Doctor told him causing them to meet eyes before realization struck and they both started scrambling about the infirmary.

"Cortical sequencing is at 119 cycles and rising." The Doctor called out, from one monitor.

"Damn! Her hormones have gone to the ^Grey Lady^ sequence." The Master cursed. "Where's your stock of trivultrite?"

"No time and not enough on board." The Doctor told him grimly as he swung a set of tubing over and around Martha. "Jack, I need you to hold her. Master, we need to try and trigger a reset."

"You think that the base human DNA is causing a conflict?" The Master asked warily as he came over and helped set up the tubing and accompanying pump system. "A reset might send her back into being human."

"Yeah, but if we don't reset and she needs one then she dies, just like a human would." The Doctor informed him as he grimly worked on modifying the old hydroplutonic re-sequencer for what they needed.

"We'll have to provide a substitute of some sort for the trivultrite, doesn't human adrenaline have a close enough similar reactionary sequencing?"

"Yes, but we'd have to have it fresh and no human would survive even a single bag of Time Lord blood inside of them. It would have to be a complete transfusion from one person to the other and the human would have to be awake, aware, and here, now."

"Um, someone forget me?" Jack asked cheekily.

"But..." The Doctor wavered.

"Doc, I'll come back. Can we say the same for Martha right now?" Jack soothed. "Just hook me up and we'll go from there."

A medical alarm went off drawing everyone's attention. "No nonononon..." The Doctor started to panic and clutched at his head in despair.

"Doctor? Doctor!" The Master snapped finally gaining the Doctor's attention. "Set it up for a live blood transfusion sequence. We no longer have a choice and we're out of time."

The Doctor nodded and hooked Jack into the machine, changing the settings from a medical drip to a live transfusion. They all watched anxiously as Martha slowly stabilized and surprisingly, Jack's body accepted Martha's blood without any of the usual indications of blood poisoning. Jack would be stuck in the infirmary, providing blood, for the next 3 hours as Martha passed through her own unique crucible process and her parents all worked to keep her stable and healthy through the process. It wasn't until 6 hours after Jack had dragged the two Time Lords into the infirmary that she was declared out of danger and having dropped into regular REM sleep from her earlier restless slumber. She would wake to find that all 3 men had fallen asleep in various positions around the infirmary, unwilling to leave her after the scare she had given them...



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