fathomlessspite | DW Fic: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (Part Eleven of Thirteen)

Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Title: Dangerous Driving
Series: A Good Old Normal, Human Life (11/13)
Word Count: (total) 16,990
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: This fic is now COMPLETE! The last chapters will be posted weekly.
Most screen caps from the sonic biro site and the power of google-fu

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, Mend Your Ways, Banished to Eris

DANGEROUS DRIVING

The Master drove the Torchwood jeep faster than Ianto had thought actually possible, but then again he had seen a glimpse of that sonic device as they had jumped in.

He and Rose had been on the receiving end of a nasty glare from the Master and an uneasy glance from Mr Smith but neither had thrown them out of the vehicle. As such Ianto was there when Owen’s agitated voice came over the comm.

“Would anyone like to tell me why the hell John-bleeding-Hart is in the base?” he bellowed. The passengers all winced as the speakers whined in protest at the volume.

“I’ll explain later,” Ianto told him.

“Explain later? I’d rather you explained now actually considering he has a gun pointed at my head and is fiddling with the comms.,” he shouted.

“Shit,” Ianto cursed.

“Oh that’s right, don’t think you can just hand over my property to someone else to send to the other side of the solar system without some retribution Eye Candy,” Hart snarled.

“Could you please have your lovers tiff somewhere where I don’t have to listen to it?” the Master grumbled from the driver’s seat as he took a corner so sharply; narrowly missing a large group of pedestrians. Rose and Mr Smith shouted in alarm. “Turn that thing off,” the Master growled at Mr Smith.

“Stuck again on this stupid backwater planet,” Hart was grumbling through the comm.

“That’s right you’re stuck here!” Ianto snapped. “Maybe you can try and get rid of those Judoon ships!”

“What do you think I’m trying to do you prat?” Hart snapped back. Ianto pictured Hart’s face and glared for all he was worth.

“Get on with it then. Owen, help him,” he said shortly.

“Ianto-”

“Just do it!” Ianto shouted just as the Master hit the horn with his fist.

“Get out of the road!” he shouted.

“This is the pavement!” Rose protested.

“Judoon ships,” Hart’s voice could be heard over the speaker, echoing strangely.

“He’s broadcasting,” Rose said quietly.

“Acknowledged,” the booming voice of a Judoon answered.

“The weapons have been transported to one of the dwarf planets of this solar system; please leave this planet’s atmosphere. This planet is no longer a part of any dispute.”

“Not bad,” Ianto heard Mr Smith murmur from the front seat. They swerved round another corner and Ianto narrowly avoided crushing Rose against the car door.

“Which planet?” the Judoon demanded.

“We don’t know. The technology on this planet is not sophisticated enough to scan that far. Scavenged transportation technology was used to send the weapons,” Hart responded. He hesitated on the word scavenged and Ianto imagined he had wanted to say ‘stolen.’

“Which planet?” the Judoon asked again.

“I can’t tell you!” Hart responded.

“Tell us which planet or we will begin destroying cities.”

Mr Smith sat forward and punched the comm. button on the dashboard. “If you do not vacate the atmosphere of this planet immediately you can be sure this incident will be reported to the Shadow Proclamation, and I don’t think they’d be happy about you destroying parts of this planet when you could just as easily go and scan the outer dwarf planets yourselves!”

There was a pause, during which the Master ran another two red lights.

“What happened?” Rose asked.

“They terminated the transmission,” Owen answered.

“They’re leaving orbit,” Hart added. They heard Owen cheer and then the sound of a fist hitting flesh. “Ow!”

“Pull a gun on me? I don’t think so!”

Ianto and Rose shared a grin.

“Get your arses back here and help me clean up,” Owen snapped and closed the comm. as they pulled onto the green in the middle of parliament square.

“This isn’t designed for parking, sir,” Ianto said as they jumped out of the jeep.

“I’m Prime Minister, I can park where I want,” he said dismissively, ignoring the incredulous looks of the people milling around the square.

They darted across the road and stopped on the curb.

“Which one is it?” Mr Smith asked.

“Good question,” the Master said, looking up and down the road at the phone box on every corner.

“Ianto,” Owen’s voice spoke in his ear. “We’ve got incoming, another ship”

“There’s another ship approaching,” Ianto told them.

“Time Lords,” Smith put his hand over his mouth. “Come on, it’ll be quicker if we split up,” he said and darted down the road. Rose hesitated but did the same, heading for a different phone box. Ianto and the Master followed suit.

***

Rose let the door of one phone box fall shut as she darted up the road to the next. The Master was closer, he would get there first. Behind her she could hear the Doctor running to catch up with her. Or, most likely, he was intending to run pass her to catch up with the Master.

Why was she doing this? Why was she helping him get away? But the answer was easy, it was the same reason Mickey had always come running to help when she asked.

She picked up her pace when she saw the grin that nearly consumed the Master’s face as he pulled open the door to the phone box. She heard the Doctor laugh happily as he raced past her.

He had almost reached the Tardis door when the ground shook and people started screaming around them. Rose glanced up; the sky was obscured by a large ship.

“Is that-?” Ianto panted out as he drew to a stop by the Doctor at the same time Rose did.

“Time Lords,” the Doctor said.

“It’s big,” Rose commented, glancing at the Tardis and back up at the ship.

“Hmm, it is a bit showy.”

“What are you doing you morons?” the Master demanded, opening the Tardis door. “Get in here!”

“All of us?” Rose asked.

“Temporarily, yes,” he hustled them all in.

Ianto looked around for a moment, Rose watched for his reaction; out of the corner of her eye she could see the Doctor doing the same. “Roomy,” he said at last.

“Is that it?” she asked quietly.

“Not the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” he shrugged.

“Can we focus on the matter at hand please?” the Master demanded from the console in the centre of the room. It was very similar to the Doctor’s Tardis, a little less rustic though. “We need to get rid of them,” he said urgently.

“They’re probably scanning for Time Lord life signs, give it a minute,” the Doctor said soothingly, patting the Master’s arm.

“They’re trying to talk to us Ianto,” Rose heard Owen tell Ianto over the earpiece.

“Put them through to me,” Ianto said.

“Hand over the weapons cache and Harold Saxon and this planet will not be harmed.” Rose watched the Master press a few buttons causing the voice to play through the Tardis speakers.

“The weapons were transported to one of the dwarf planets in this solar system, the Judoon have already headed that way,” Ianto answered.

There was a pause, “And Saxon?”

“The prime minister went missing this morning,” Ianto bluffed. “No one has seen or heard from him, it’s like he disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“They cut transmission. These aliens are bloody rude aren’t they?” Owen commented.

“The ship is moving out of orbit,” the Doctor reported off of one of the screens.

“Brilliant,” the Master grinned. “Out you get then,” he said and tried to usher Rose and Ianto toward the door. “Places to go, people to see.”

Rose looked at the Doctor, he opened his mouth to say something but Ianto cried out beside her and fell to the ground.

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