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Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Title: Observation Station
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Eight)
Word Count: (so far) 10,774
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Pairings: TenII/(Alt)Master (bit of TenII/Rose & Hart/Jones)
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon/Master, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones, John Hart
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu
So its been a while, I was horribly ill for several weeks, but its no excuse! Apologies! Also, apologies for the title of this part, it's what I've been calling it in my head for so long that I just couldn't name it anything else!
Catch Up:
Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon, A Good Expositional Explanation, Extreme Pictionary and a bit of Snogging, Not the Slow Path
OBSERVATION STATION
“What are we doing?” John whispered into Ianto’s ear, the Doctor watched with a grin as Ianto batted him away in irritation.
“We’re searching for the Time Lords you say are out there,” he said with a glare. “I think,” he added and peered over the Master’s shoulder at the screen of the computer the Master was sat at.
The Doctor glanced over to where Rose satat a nearby work station. She was watching the Master avidly; the Doctor wondered how much of this was genuine interest or an exercise in avoiding looking at the Doctor.
At a flicker of more enthusiastic interest on her face the Doctor turned back to the others where the Master had begun to rummage in his coat pockets, cursing. A noise of triumph and he pulled out a device that made the Doctor wince.
Despite barely even glancing in his direction Rose seemed to notice his reaction. “What’s that?” she asked suspiciously, she shifted in her seat in an effort to see what the Master was holding.
“A laser screwdriver,” the Doctor answered darkly. The Master span in his chair to face them and held the screw driver out.
“Sonic, actually.”
The Doctor stepped forward and took it out of the Masters outreached hand. He weighted it in his hand, it felt...familiar. “How?”
“I was his last request,” he said with an empty smile, he took the sonic screwdriver back and directed it at the computer. “They’d already let him say goodbye to all his family,” he continued. “And he asked for me. He told me everything, why he did what he did, showed me,” the Master tapped his head with his fingers. “And he gave me this,” he said with a grin as the computer screen filled with Gallifreyan text.
“So you saw it all, the war and the Dalek’s,” the Doctor said. He ignored Rose’s eyes on him, on both of them.
“Yes, I suppose he wanted someone to remember.”
“It’s good, that you were there. If it was me, I mean it was sort of, but not really, I would...” the Doctor trailed off and ran a hand through the back of his hair.
“Are you done?” the Master asked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
“I guess,” the Doctor shrugged.
“Good, because I’ve found them.”
“Where?” Hart demanded.
“Hang on,” the Master grumbled as the screen zoomed in progressively until they were on a close up of central London, then the House of Parliament, then:
“Victoria Tower Park,” Ianto said aloud.
“This could be a problem,” the Master said as the screen froze on an image of the Buxton Memorial Fountain, Victoria Tower and the Houses of Parliament visible beyond it.
“Why?” the Doctor asked with a frown.
“It’s awfully close to our transportation,” he chewed on his lower lip and then rapped the sonic screwdriver against it.
“You’ve got a Tardis, in Victoria Park?” Rose questioned.
“No. It’s on Parliament Square.”
“Fantastic,” John muttered. Ianto kicked him.
“I’ve parked worse places,” the Doctor offered. The Master snorted. “And you weren’t to know.”
“He wasn’t to know that someone might see or notice his spaceship if he parked it in Parliament Square?” Ianto asked dryly. The Master glared at him. “Sorry sir.”
“It’s time for a plan,” the Master said and clapped his hands together. They stared back blankly. “Anyone?”
“Sorry, Mr Saxon, sir. But a plan to do what exactly?” Ianto asked.
“To get us to the Tardis,” the Doctor offered.
“To fix the Tardis,” the Master held up the piece of coral.
“Avoid the Time Lords,” Hart put in.
“But still manage to get the fob watch,” the Doctor added.
“And to get Mr Smith and myself the hell off of this planet,” the Master concluded. Ianto glanced at Rose, the Doctor followed; she looked a little closed down but in one piece. She was tough, she’d be fine. He needed for her to be fine.
“Right, I suppose, a distraction of some kind then?” Ianto suggested.
“Excellent, what kind of distraction?” he replied, eyes bright with excitement.
“No explosions, or maiming or killing of innocents bystanders,” the Doctor told him.
“Really?” The Master pouted.
“Really.”
“Fine. So what other kind of distraction can we engineer?”
“I know just the thing,” Hart smirked.
Ianto groaned as Hart threw him against the side of the fountain. “I hate you,” he muttered.
“You love it, eye candy,” John murmured in response. The sound was almost lost, what with how it was muffled by Ianto’s neck.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s hate,” Ianto replied, biting back a groan as John began to mouth along his jaw.
“Play along sweetheart, you might enjoy yourself,” he said and slid a hand under Ianto’s shirt and pulled him closer.
“C’mon guys, you can’t do that here,” a voice interrupted a few minutes later.
Once Hart had pulled back Ianto blinked into the face of Jason Sterling, one of the security officers at Number Ten.
“Mr Jones!”
“Let us in,” Hart murmured, having pulled his gun on Jason and obscured it from the view of any passersby with the edges of his jacket.
“Mr Jones, what is he-?” Jason began.
“Do what he says,” Ianto spoke over him.
When they stumbled in the door (which had been hidden by something Jason had informed them was a perception filter) Ianto blinked around. Wall to wall white, the floors, the ceiling, the walls. The sterile feeling was so shocking that it took him a moment to realise it was bigger on the inside.
“Give us the watch,” John growled at Jason, they stood further inside that Ianto, near a couple of consoles.
“What watch?” Jason asked and edged backwards. Hart rolled his eyes and glanced back at Ianto who gave a short, sharp nod to the console Jason was edging back toward.
“Come here,” Hart said; he walked forward and grabbed Jason by the front of his shirt to pull him into a clear space.
“Are you a Time Lord then, Jason?” Ianto asked. Jason straightened up and rolled his shoulders back.
“Hired hand.”
“So that’s a no then.”
“So that means if I shoot you, it’ll kill you then. Permanently,” Hart said with a grin.
“Whose Tardis is this?” Ianto asked.
“Answer him,” Hart snapped after a few seconds of silence, he positioned the gun with exaggerated care just under Jason’s jaw.
“It’s like an observation post, it doesn’t belong to anyone,” Jason said quickly.
“So they’re not here yet then, the Time Lords? They’re not on Earth?” Jason shook his head. “But they are on their way. How long until they get here?” Ianto asked.
When Jason paused too long, Hart span the gun round and used the butt of it to hit the side of Jason’s face. “How long?” Hart said calmly as Jason cried out in pain.
“Today, they said today. By midnight,” he added when it looked as if Hart would hit him again.
“The watch?” Ianto asked. When Jason looked up tIanto could see that blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“Over there,” he gestured. Ianto wandered over to a set of shelves recessed into the wall. They were covered in various objects, few of which Ianto could identify. He spotted the watch sitting innocuously on the third shelf down; he quickly pocketed it and turned round.
Jason lay slumped on the ground at Hart’s feet, who tucked something back into his jacket.
“What did you do to him?” Ianto frowned.
“Knocked him out, it’ll last for twenty four hours. Come on,” he said and walked toward the door.
He stood still for a moment and glanced around. He was in an alien ship, he’d just aided a known criminal in assault and they were stealing a piece of alien technology to take back to the alien Prime Minister.
“Why am I helping you again?” he frowned, he felt genuinely confused. Surely he should have had these concerns before, but all he couldn’t remember-
“You’re not helping me, you’re helping the Master,” Hart frowned at him.
“But he’s an alien,” Ianto said.
“So you’re just going to let him die? Doesn’t seem much like you,” Hart said gruffly and to his boots.
“No, I guess not. Let’s go,” he said. Hart looked relieved as he turned to lead Ianto out.
“Gimme you’re phone then,” he said once they were back in the park and headed back to the road. It was easier to hand it over than ask questions so Ianto did. Hart typed out a quick message before he handed it back.
As Hart strode ahead, Ianto quickly checked his Sentbox. The most recent message had been sent to the recently added contact ‘HS’. ‘Whatever hypno-crap you pulled on Jones is wearing off. We’re coming back to you now.’
Ianto glowered at Hart’s back, adjusted his gun in its holster under his suit jacket and followed him out of the park.
Title: Observation Station
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Eight)
Word Count: (so far) 10,774
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens after the Doctor leaves Rose and his human counterpart behind on Pete's world?
Pairings: TenII/(Alt)Master (bit of TenII/Rose & Hart/Jones)
Character/s: The (Human) Doctor, Harold Saxon/Master, Rose, Tish Jones, Ianto Jones, John Hart
A/N: Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu
So its been a while, I was horribly ill for several weeks, but its no excuse! Apologies! Also, apologies for the title of this part, it's what I've been calling it in my head for so long that I just couldn't name it anything else!
Catch Up:
Prologue, Welcome to Number Ten Mr Smith, Saxon and Smith, Enter the Judoon, A Good Expositional Explanation, Extreme Pictionary and a bit of Snogging, Not the Slow Path
OBSERVATION STATION
“What are we doing?” John whispered into Ianto’s ear, the Doctor watched with a grin as Ianto batted him away in irritation.
“We’re searching for the Time Lords you say are out there,” he said with a glare. “I think,” he added and peered over the Master’s shoulder at the screen of the computer the Master was sat at.
The Doctor glanced over to where Rose satat a nearby work station. She was watching the Master avidly; the Doctor wondered how much of this was genuine interest or an exercise in avoiding looking at the Doctor.
At a flicker of more enthusiastic interest on her face the Doctor turned back to the others where the Master had begun to rummage in his coat pockets, cursing. A noise of triumph and he pulled out a device that made the Doctor wince.
Despite barely even glancing in his direction Rose seemed to notice his reaction. “What’s that?” she asked suspiciously, she shifted in her seat in an effort to see what the Master was holding.
“A laser screwdriver,” the Doctor answered darkly. The Master span in his chair to face them and held the screw driver out.
“Sonic, actually.”
The Doctor stepped forward and took it out of the Masters outreached hand. He weighted it in his hand, it felt...familiar. “How?”
“I was his last request,” he said with an empty smile, he took the sonic screwdriver back and directed it at the computer. “They’d already let him say goodbye to all his family,” he continued. “And he asked for me. He told me everything, why he did what he did, showed me,” the Master tapped his head with his fingers. “And he gave me this,” he said with a grin as the computer screen filled with Gallifreyan text.
“So you saw it all, the war and the Dalek’s,” the Doctor said. He ignored Rose’s eyes on him, on both of them.
“Yes, I suppose he wanted someone to remember.”
“It’s good, that you were there. If it was me, I mean it was sort of, but not really, I would...” the Doctor trailed off and ran a hand through the back of his hair.
“Are you done?” the Master asked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
“I guess,” the Doctor shrugged.
“Good, because I’ve found them.”
“Where?” Hart demanded.
“Hang on,” the Master grumbled as the screen zoomed in progressively until they were on a close up of central London, then the House of Parliament, then:
“Victoria Tower Park,” Ianto said aloud.
“This could be a problem,” the Master said as the screen froze on an image of the Buxton Memorial Fountain, Victoria Tower and the Houses of Parliament visible beyond it.
“Why?” the Doctor asked with a frown.
“It’s awfully close to our transportation,” he chewed on his lower lip and then rapped the sonic screwdriver against it.
“You’ve got a Tardis, in Victoria Park?” Rose questioned.
“No. It’s on Parliament Square.”
“Fantastic,” John muttered. Ianto kicked him.
“I’ve parked worse places,” the Doctor offered. The Master snorted. “And you weren’t to know.”
“He wasn’t to know that someone might see or notice his spaceship if he parked it in Parliament Square?” Ianto asked dryly. The Master glared at him. “Sorry sir.”
“It’s time for a plan,” the Master said and clapped his hands together. They stared back blankly. “Anyone?”
“Sorry, Mr Saxon, sir. But a plan to do what exactly?” Ianto asked.
“To get us to the Tardis,” the Doctor offered.
“To fix the Tardis,” the Master held up the piece of coral.
“Avoid the Time Lords,” Hart put in.
“But still manage to get the fob watch,” the Doctor added.
“And to get Mr Smith and myself the hell off of this planet,” the Master concluded. Ianto glanced at Rose, the Doctor followed; she looked a little closed down but in one piece. She was tough, she’d be fine. He needed for her to be fine.
“Right, I suppose, a distraction of some kind then?” Ianto suggested.
“Excellent, what kind of distraction?” he replied, eyes bright with excitement.
“No explosions, or maiming or killing of innocents bystanders,” the Doctor told him.
“Really?” The Master pouted.
“Really.”
“Fine. So what other kind of distraction can we engineer?”
“I know just the thing,” Hart smirked.
***
Ianto groaned as Hart threw him against the side of the fountain. “I hate you,” he muttered.
“You love it, eye candy,” John murmured in response. The sound was almost lost, what with how it was muffled by Ianto’s neck.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s hate,” Ianto replied, biting back a groan as John began to mouth along his jaw.
“Play along sweetheart, you might enjoy yourself,” he said and slid a hand under Ianto’s shirt and pulled him closer.
“C’mon guys, you can’t do that here,” a voice interrupted a few minutes later.
Once Hart had pulled back Ianto blinked into the face of Jason Sterling, one of the security officers at Number Ten.
“Mr Jones!”
“Let us in,” Hart murmured, having pulled his gun on Jason and obscured it from the view of any passersby with the edges of his jacket.
“Mr Jones, what is he-?” Jason began.
“Do what he says,” Ianto spoke over him.
When they stumbled in the door (which had been hidden by something Jason had informed them was a perception filter) Ianto blinked around. Wall to wall white, the floors, the ceiling, the walls. The sterile feeling was so shocking that it took him a moment to realise it was bigger on the inside.
“Give us the watch,” John growled at Jason, they stood further inside that Ianto, near a couple of consoles.
“What watch?” Jason asked and edged backwards. Hart rolled his eyes and glanced back at Ianto who gave a short, sharp nod to the console Jason was edging back toward.
“Come here,” Hart said; he walked forward and grabbed Jason by the front of his shirt to pull him into a clear space.
“Hired hand.”
“So that’s a no then.”
“So that means if I shoot you, it’ll kill you then. Permanently,” Hart said with a grin.
“Whose Tardis is this?” Ianto asked.
“Answer him,” Hart snapped after a few seconds of silence, he positioned the gun with exaggerated care just under Jason’s jaw.
“It’s like an observation post, it doesn’t belong to anyone,” Jason said quickly.
“So they’re not here yet then, the Time Lords? They’re not on Earth?” Jason shook his head. “But they are on their way. How long until they get here?” Ianto asked.
When Jason paused too long, Hart span the gun round and used the butt of it to hit the side of Jason’s face. “How long?” Hart said calmly as Jason cried out in pain.
“Today, they said today. By midnight,” he added when it looked as if Hart would hit him again.
“The watch?” Ianto asked. When Jason looked up tIanto could see that blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“Over there,” he gestured. Ianto wandered over to a set of shelves recessed into the wall. They were covered in various objects, few of which Ianto could identify. He spotted the watch sitting innocuously on the third shelf down; he quickly pocketed it and turned round.
Jason lay slumped on the ground at Hart’s feet, who tucked something back into his jacket.
“What did you do to him?” Ianto frowned.
“Knocked him out, it’ll last for twenty four hours. Come on,” he said and walked toward the door.
He stood still for a moment and glanced around. He was in an alien ship, he’d just aided a known criminal in assault and they were stealing a piece of alien technology to take back to the alien Prime Minister.
“Why am I helping you again?” he frowned, he felt genuinely confused. Surely he should have had these concerns before, but all he couldn’t remember-
“You’re not helping me, you’re helping the Master,” Hart frowned at him.
“But he’s an alien,” Ianto said.
“So you’re just going to let him die? Doesn’t seem much like you,” Hart said gruffly and to his boots.
“No, I guess not. Let’s go,” he said. Hart looked relieved as he turned to lead Ianto out.
“Gimme you’re phone then,” he said once they were back in the park and headed back to the road. It was easier to hand it over than ask questions so Ianto did. Hart typed out a quick message before he handed it back.
As Hart strode ahead, Ianto quickly checked his Sentbox. The most recent message had been sent to the recently added contact ‘HS’. ‘Whatever hypno-crap you pulled on Jones is wearing off. We’re coming back to you now.’
Ianto glowered at Hart’s back, adjusted his gun in its holster under his suit jacket and followed him out of the park.
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I don't think I could write Jack... so avoided doing so! In my head he had a happy life where his home was never attacked and he grew up carefree etc etc. :)
I'm a life on mars fan and from the moment John Simm stepped out of the red phone box all i can see simm!master's tardis looking like is that :)
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