Torchwood Three -A LITERATE Torchwood RP- [FULL]

Favorite Character?

Jack Harkness	34.8%	[ 8 ]
Toshiko Sato	4.3%	[ 1 ]
Gwen Cooper-Williams	4.3%	[ 1 ]
Owen Harper	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Ianto Jones	30.4%	[ 7 ]
John Hart	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Other (NO POLL WHORES)	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 23 ]

[Iron Vadim]

The renegade Time Lord rolled his eyes at her explanation that the wound could become infected. He was about to say that a, he was quite aware of that, what did she think, that he was a child? And b, something about Time Lords having far superior biology to humans, but gave up on it since it would only fall on deaf ears anyway, so he settled with a sulky huff.

He found it far more interesting to watch her reaction anyway. It reminded him of how Lucy acted around him when they first met. Quickened breath, shy blushes, hormones racing... it was amazing how these humans got so carried away by their emotions. Not that Time Lords were always immune, but more resistant to it, definitely. Which did make them a boring lot, to be honest... no wonder he left the planet. Who knows, maybe that's why the Doctor likes these humans so much. Once you got past their primitiveness, they were interesting in their odd way... And at least this was a prime example of the female of their species. While he obviously hated her for ruining his plans, he had to admit she was a cute one. But then, she probably wouldn't have been a companion of the Doctor otherwise...

He noticed she was finishing it up by bandaging his hand and giving him an icepack, before she finally let her eyes meet his. His lips turned into a smile that would be friendly and charming if a little amused, if you didn't know what he really was like. If one looked closer, there was definitely a manic edge to the smile and a mad twinkle in his dark eyes. The grin became wider as he noticed she was utterly captivated.

He could understand why. The Master had always been hypnotic, even to other Time Lords and especially to lower races, with a charismatic, if destructive, personality. Now more insane too, but he did have the added bonus that this current regeneration was definitely a hottie. It was something he liked to use to his advantage, and he suspected that even the Doctor did too. 'After all, wasn't that what he had done with this woman?' His current one was also definitely more handsome than some of his forms in the past.

And then the bubble was burst by the obnoxious Captain... The Master huffed annoyed. He wondered if he could find a new way to kill the immortal, one that he hadn't used so far. That was a pretty hard goal actually. He'd virtually done everything he could think of, well... at least within the means he had available. A gleeful grin came back at the mental image of kicking Jack into the heart of a supernova or a black hole, or a bit more classic, into a volcano... at least he could do that here on Earth.

Aaand then she was gone. The Time Lord's expression soured again. The only entertainment he had these days was talking with her, that or being left to only the drums in his head. Oh wait, there was one other now... and he was curious about something. He could still sense Isabel within his field of perception, so he sent a mental message 'So, how did you survive the Time War?'

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Jack noticed Martha coming up from the vaults and followed her into the medical room. He had to wince as he saw Mara's bloodied body; and with John and Ianto standing here too, it was pretty much a flashback to when poor Toshiko was shot. He felt so helpless... The captain shook his head slightly to clear those thoughts from his mind. He never dwelled on the past, because he had way too much of it for a human mind; and Mara was not going to die. Not now.

He stepped closer as Martha instructed him to help with the blood transfusion. "Of course, what do you need me to do?" He asked. A peculiar little part of his mind wondered if he always followed orders so well whenever they came from a doctor... Before he shut that part of his mind up. When Jack stood close to her, he whispered to her "How is -he- by the way? Not being too much trouble?"

[Moonie1]

“Ooh...that is a nasty wound…should have got her sooner, me thinks…Ianto, you sure took your sweet time finding your vehicle. One might say her life is on your hands now for that…” John said as he sent a glare at the ‘tea-boy’ as he reached out, brushing a finger across Mara’s shoulder lightly.

Glancing down when his name was muttered though, he raised an eyebrow before he smirks. “Of course sweet, wouldn’t dream of going anywhere.” John said back, he smirking slightly before he scowled. “Hell if I know where she’s...ah there she is…and handsome Jack has returned to help as well…” The Time Agent said with a charming, shark-like grin as he stared at Jack, he watching him for a moment. His attention was soon diverted to Martha though at her instructions.

“Of course, love, I’ll try my best...hand is a little ‘tied up’ at the moment though.” John said as he lifted the hand Mara was currently clinging to before he rested it back down at her side, his fingers lightly curling around it as he went back to watching Jack with a glare. “…Just tell me what I have to do…”

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Ianto glared vehemently at John as he patted away at Mara's wound. "That tattoo will never be the same," he said, shaking his head. The word "Time" had been tattooed along the expanse of Mara's shoulders at some point during her past, and thanks to that Nostrovite, the "E" was marred with claw marks. Little did he know that ink was an arrow to who she really was. Ianto threw several pieces of stained gauze into the rubbish bin and eased Mara onto her side so he could removed the rest of the dried blood.

Mara groaned in agony and let her small hand clamp down on John's as hard as she could. Her teeth gritted, and she muttered, "Hurry, Ianto!" Tears leaked down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut. Every muscle tensed. Strands of light-brown hair clotted with blood at the ends. The violet eyes opened slowly as the pain began to lessen, and she looked straight up at John. "I'm sorry," she said quietly and loosened her grip without letting go. To all appearances, she had reverted back into a scared child without a parent.

[Moonie1]

The tattoo would never be the same…John looked down at Mara’s shoulder, staring at the tattoo. “Time...”…heh. If only everyone else knew what he knew…or at least thought he knew. Turning his attention instead to Mara, John wiggled his fingers a little in her tight hold and pursed his lips. It wasn’t as if he had never seen someone in pain before, he was the one who was normally causing it after all…but it seemed as those hours in rehab had helped a little. He felt a little sorry for Mara.

“Sorry? Oh…don’t be. Can’t exactly be held responsible for your actions when your mind is on something else, right?” John said with a small smirk before he squeezed Mara’s hand back as he turned his eyes back on the others. “Just think of something pleasant. Thinking of sex always helps me…” He added.

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Ianto bit back a comment about where he was going to stick his gun if John didn't shut up and pitched the bloody gauze. "Martha, she's ready for you," he said and patted Mara's head gently before moving off.

Mara blushed and closed her eyes against the sorrow flooding her body. It was such an agony loving two men. She squeezed John's hand once more and steeled herself for Martha's examination. One thing Torchwood had taught her was to be prepared for sharp, brutal pain. "John," she said, looking up at him, pained. "Are you going to stay?"

[Bluekiss]

“No…he wasn’t a problem…”

Martha kept her response to Jack short and to the point as she surveyed the wounds one final time. The last thing she wanted to do was thing about the Time Lord that was currently under her feet. She couldn’t afford to think about how flustered her cheeks got, or how quickly her heart began to beat at just the closeness between the two of them. No, Dr. Martha Jones had a bleeding patient to think about, not a crude, insane, argumentative, handsome, and fascinating Time Lord.

“That’s it John, just keep her distracted. Ianto, thanks for your help…Jack, I need you to put on a set of gloves…you are going to give me a hand cleaning these wounds…” Martha dictated as she grabbed a pair of gloves herself before leaving a pair for Jack. After putting the rubber over her fingers, Martha searched the small blood bank kept at Torchwood, wanting to make sure that the blood she used would be the right type. She had to remind herself to thank whom ever it was that kept the place neat.

“Alright, this should be able to hold her for the next few hours…” Martha said as she brought the equipment she needed back towards the table. After taking care to prep Mara’s arm, she quickly set up the blood transfusion. Taking a moment to examine her handy work, Martha made sure that there was nothing that could mess up the transfusion.

“Okay Jack, I want you to get me the antiseptic , another package of gauzes and the red and white case in the cabinet on the left…it’ll be on the second shelf from the bottom.”------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
‘I guess…I should have known that you would eventually ask me that.. ‘ Isabel shifted uncomfortably, careful not to be too obvious under Gwen’s watchful eyes. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that Jack and the others had returned, but it surprised her that Gwen didn’t go running to him. Then again, Jack had ordered Gwen to stay behind in order to watch both her and Gabe.

‘It was during the later half of the Great War…both sides were heavy with casualties…however the Darleks… ‘ Isabel paused in mid thought, the memories were just so horrible to bare. She had spent so long trying to block it all out, that now she couldn’t help but be over come with emotions. Even though she wasn’t on the front lines like most of the Time Lords, Isabel was forced to watch the blood shed every single day.

‘Against the wishes of the others…I went on my own…hoping to find any planet that was willing to offer help. Many of them turned me away…I guess that is what we deserved…after all of the people we turned away when it came time for us to help them. After a while, the Lenorian government offered to hear my case…however it was a trap.’ Isabel paused again, this time the sorrow in her voice had turned bitter with rage.

‘They killed my guards…and looked me away in a dark prison…by the time I was able to get away….my…our home was gone.’ Isabel had to stop, she could feel tears falling down her cheek and she just couldn’t bare to cry at the moment. Using the sleeve of her shirt, she tried her hardest to catch the tears before Gwen could notice them.

[Iron Vadim]

"Good. You tell me when anything happens, alright?" Jack replied to Martha's answer that the Time Lord hadn't been a problem. So far. But then, he didn't need to tell her how dangerous the imprisoned alien was. She was one of the few that remembered that year and its horrors after all. But now back to the urgent matter at hand.

The Captain was a little surprised to see that John was capable of being nice to someone. If the situation wasn't so dire, he'd probably make a comment if the other ex-Time Agent had gone soft. Then again, he'd probably get a bullet through the head for that comment and he didn't really feel like dying again at the moment. Or any moment. Was it really that hard for people to understand that he hated it? No, people seemed to think it was a hobby of his or something.

"Time?" He glanced down to the marred tattoo when Ianto commented on it. That was an odd thing to make a tattoo of, people usually make some symbol or drawing they liked. But just the word time? Then again, there might be something more to it. Jack made a mental note to ask her about it once she was feeling better and out of life-threatening peril.

While he went to retrieve the medical items that Martha required, along with a pair of latex gloves, he caught John's last words and muttered to himself "That's all you think about anyway..." Not that he wasn't guilty of it, but still, he'd left himself wide open for that one. A moment later, he returned with the requested case, gauzes and bottle of antiseptic.

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'You'll have to forgive me if I want to do something else than stare at these dirty walls all day... I've been stuck in this sewer for a while now. Any time soon, I won't just know exactly how many bricks there are in this cell, I'll start naming them too...' The Master responded mentally when she said she should have known he'd ask it. It was true, actually. Being stuck in this place wasn't doing wonders to the energetic, manic Time Lord, aided by the fact that Time Lords don't really sleep that much, so he couldn't even try to sleep to pass the time.

"Note to self: when a back-up plan involves having your wife/minion shoot you so your enemies think you're dead until it's too late, make sure she takes marksmanship lessons." He grumbled. Even being dead was better than being in this dump. He was interrupted in further ranting about idiot wives as Isabel told her story.

Interesting... perhaps even more Time Lords were alive that way, but it was very unlikely. After all, Time Lords were nothing if not stubborn and arrogant. 'Admirable attempt... I didn't think anyone would try that. Most of us were too stubborn to ask help of lesser races. I'm sorry to hear you suffered so much...' He sounded surprisingly gentle for a mass-murdering psychopath, but he was a good actor after all. 'I travelled around the universe for a bit, after the War, up until Torchwood got me. I haven't seen any other Time Lord or Lady... we must be the last survivors of Gallifrey.' He thought it best not to mention the Doctor or that he knew him. That might lead to complicated questions.

Now the Master couldn't let her know who exactly he was, but he supposed she would ask him the same question. So he went ahead and provided a half-lie 'I was on the battle front... it went from bad to worse, when the Daleks took control of the Cruciform. My companion, she...' He paused for a moment, as if overcome by grief at the memory, 'She had the idea to use the Chameleon Arch to escape... become human and hide from the Daleks. Well, she didn't tell me, she just used it on me...'

He heaved a sigh 'Years later, I woke up as my human form accidentally opened the watch, thank Rassilon. There was no trace of her however, and the War was already over with everyone gone. I looked around as well, for our home, for anyone... Nothing. Then I got stranded here on Earth after a run-in with these... alien-hating humans and well, that's my sob story...'

[DJ Professor JokaQ]

"Okay guys, I really need you now," Saun thought. She wondered if bringing the two in would help, then glanced at the cell in her hand. She shrugged and hauled them up, eyeing the cars in the vicinity for electric hearts.

"Oh darlings, if you wouldn't mind the help," she called, not really knowing who was here. She held both the Nostrovite and the hybrid human in a fireman's carry, not worrying to much about their comfort seeing as how they were extremely bad hosts earlier. "Anyone home," she cried again.

[Moonie1]

“Mara, Mara, Mara…I just said that I would stay, didn’t I, my dear? I will.” John replied as he continued to eye Jack, his eyes narrowing a little more. He was going to stay wherever Jack was at, and at the moment, the man was here. Of course, he’d probably have to wait until this entire mess was over with before he was able to talk to the man properly…maybe get him alone so they could do some other things that he was dying to do.

For the time being however, he might as well help take care of the young woman who he left in Torchwood’s care. “Distractions are what I’m good at…” John replied as he bent slightly, moving his face closer to Mara’s as he tapped her chin with his free hand and then stroked her cheek with his rough fingers. “Tell me what dear Jack has been making you do…hopefully you haven’t become the office shag like Eye-candy have you?”

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Mara gave her head a cute little shake. "No, I took over computer work and tracking. From Toshiko Sato." Her voice shook with the effort of trying to block the pain. Violet eyes, burning, rolled around the room without turning her head. "I've gotten better with a gun," she said, a tiny smile peeking through. "Couldn't shoot worth my salt, remember?" Despite her brave facade, she couldn't help thinking, 'Torchwood will indeed be the death of me.... It shouldn't hurt this much. A frickin' scratch shouldn't hurt this much!' Her eyes went scared, vibrantly contrasted to her face which was pale. Pain itself had never really frightened her; it was always the source that got her. Unknown was always worse than knowing. Even with John holding her hands as a distraction, the fact that the Nostrovite had done unknown damage brought her bumping back to reality. She gave John's hand a squeeze and shut her eyes.

Ianto stepped back, knowing that too many people were hazardous. He retreated up a level to watch and winced at what he saw. This is why he could never be a doctor; the sight of his friends hurt nearly sent him off his head. It had since Tosh and Owen.... He couldn't think on that now, not when he couldn't change the past. What was important now was that Torchwood Three was fully staffed again, and the newer members needed the foundation he, Jack, and Gwen could provide.

He touched the Comm in his ear. "Sorry, Saun. We've had a bit of an emergency. Where are you and what's going on?" He cast a wary glance down at Mara's face and nodded; she'd be fine (at least, that's what he told himself). He turned and went back to her computer station to check Rift activity. "Have you got another one?" he asked Saun as he clicked a few times on the computer.

[DJ Professor JokaQ]

"I'm at the Hub with a Nostro and a hybrid that have been showing signs of a mental takeover," Saun said, moving toward Ianto. "I'm gonna put them down," she glanced down at Mara on the gurney and slight crowd that seemed to be around her, "Then, I'll see what I can do to help you," she finished, noting the look on his face. She ushed down to the holding cells under Torchwood, dropping her packages off with little fuss, then, after making sure they were well locked in, she picked her way back up to Ianto. "What can I do," she began.

[Bluekiss]

“That’s alright, I think we have it under control here…Thank you for the offer though.”

Martha gave Saun a kind smile before she turned her attention back to her patient. She was thankful for all the help, but between Ianto, John and Jack, Martha had enough hands available to her. Giving a nod of thanks to Jack, Martha once again un screwed the cap to the antiseptic and dipped the gauze in the solution. It was ironic . Just a few moments ago, Martha was deep within the bowels of Torchwood, placing the same clear liquid on someone else’s wounds.
Just the thought of him made heat once again return to her face and her breathing to become a little shaky. This wasn’t a good sign. The only time she had ever felt like that was when she was traveling with the Doctor…and she didn’t need to be reminded on what a failure that was. Not to mention that she had a fiancé that adored her and up until this point she fancied him too. However, Tom was a normal man and had she not spent so much time dealing with the abnormal…she could appreciate someone like Tom. But now that adventure loving, time traveling itch was starting to creep up again and since the Doctor is not around to scratch it…

Focusing a little more, Martha began to carefully clean the wound that was in front of her, all the while she was mentally berating herself for allowing her thoughts to travel down that path. She tried her best to hide the fact that her mind was somewhere else, however she knew that Jack had a very keen eyes. Luckily, the wound wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. All the major organs were missed and despite a nasty scar, Mara should be alright.

“Jack could you please dispose of these for me?” She asked pleasantly as she handed the bloody gazes to him. Normally, Martha would have just set them aside; however there wasn’t much room for her to continue working. Opening the kit that held the stitching material, Martha quickly began to close the wounds using the cold metal wires. After making sure that each stitch was secure, Martha began to wrap up the wound, covering it with more gauze.

“The wound is not as bad as it could have been, however you are going to have to rest for a while. Any sudden movements or strenuous activity will pull the stitches out.” Martha explained as she began to clean up and then remove the gloves. Grabbing a shot from the cabinet, Martha injected the painkiller into Mara’s free arm. “This will help you with the pain…you’ll be alright Mara.”

“Thank you for the help guys…” Martha said to both John and Ianto before turning her attention to Jack. “Where are the others? “ She asked Jack, in reference to Gwen, Gabe, and Isabel.
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‘I am so sorry to hear that…’
Isabel ‘s mental voice was filled with such sorrow, feeling sorry for the Master. She couldn’t imagine being at the front line, watching so many of their people dying. The thought alone had driven her to near madness, and yet he had to actually watch the whole scene play out. A frown appeared on her face as she once again found herself trying to fight the tears that were threatening to fall down her face.

‘I miss them…I miss our people…I miss our planet. Humans are so lucky, they have such a beautiful planet…despite the damage that they do to it. Not to mention, the humans themselves are so fascinating. I know you haven’t had a great experience with them…but some of them are really nice…’ Isabel paused as she looked over at Gwen who was currently in her own world at the moment. Gwen wasn’t the only nice human that she had encountered on Earth. Isabel couldn’t help but remember the family she met right after she arrived on Earth and the little girl whom she could eventually be named after. Humans, despite how naïve, were some of the most interesting organisms. They even had something that Isabel often found amusing.

‘They have people that work as archeologists…it’s actually very amusing…listening to them and there theorizes about how the universe came to be. It’s kind of cute…even though they couldn’t be anymore wrong…’

[Iron Vadim]

Jack couldn't help but roll his eyes exasparated at John's comment about the office shag. Even as he helped Martha patch up Mara, he cast an annoyed glance at John "I did -not- hire Ianto simply for his looks, John." Well, maybe just a little bit. If you had people around that you saw every day, it helped for them to be easy on the eyes. But that was not the reason he hired him. It had been mostly because he'd been so incredibly and stubbornly persistent, and turned out to be quite resourceful. Made a heavenly coffee too.

He looked to the subject of his thoughts, noticing him answer the comm. Someone else out in the field was having problems? Those suspicions were confirmed when he asked about 'another one'. More Nostrovites? Then he saw Saun appear at the top of the stairs. Ah, good, she made it back safely then. At least luckily for Martha, he was focused on other things to notice she seemed rather distracted by something

The Captain looked back to Martha when she asked him to dispose of the blood-soaked gauzes. He didn't even look disgusted, but then, he was rather used to seeing even his own body in rather bad situations so not much fazed him nowadays. Being about 2 millenia old did that to you. Come to think of it, he was glad that he still had the ability to feel... well... human.

Jack smiled relieved to hear Mara would be okay. "Right, you'll be off field duty for a while then, Mara." Despite it being an order, his tone of voice sounded more like a suggestion. But then, he guessed she would want to rest at the moment anyway. "Or take some vacation." He added as an afterthought, though knew quite well how hard it was to take a vacation with a job like Torchwood. See, he only took a day off to go to London and all of this happened.

"Hm?" He turned back to the young doctor "Gwen and Isabel, you mean? They're outside at the moment... I'll go call them in. Hopefully what happened earlier will have subsided by now." The immortal said with a nod. "You keep an eye on Mara and ... well... you know who." He spoke in a softer tone to Martha, before heading up the stairs. He noticed Saun returning "Debrief to Ianto, I'll be right back." Jack told her before heading outside.

Harkness walked closer to Gwen and Isabel, about to address them but halted when he saw the strange look on Isabel's face. She was staring off into space, but still her face moved with emotions as if she was listening to someone talk to her on a communicator, only... she didn't have one. Now he didn't know exactly what the Time Lord race was capable of, besides regeneration and being... well, according to the Doctor, super-brilliant, but he couldn't underestimate them. 'I really should have asked the Doctor what exactly they can do...' But now the only thing he could do was... "Isabel? What are you doing?" He asked.

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The Master grinned triumphantly at hearing the Time Lady tell him how sorry she felt at hearing his little story. Oh, she just ate it up. Well, he made sure not to face the camera, wouldn't want the captain to think he might be up to something with that grin. It faded away anyway when he continued to listen to her, talking about how she missed Gallifrey and its people. The people, oh, not so much for him, even if he didn't like that 'totally-alone' feeling that much either, but home...

Now he wasn't becoming sentimental like the Doctor was, right? Ugh, that'd be the day. It took quite a bit of self-control not to laugh openly at Isabel's words about how fascinating and friendly humans were. 'No, my dear, I don't trust humans at all. They're only driven by greed, fear or lust.' He mentally bit his tongue to keep from telling exactly what humans meant to him. He couldn't afford to scare her off, or make her suspicious about who exactly he was or what his intentions were.

Not that he really had any big plans at the moment... He pouted a little thinking of how carefully he'd set up this 'Harold Saxon' character, who became Prime Minister after only 18 months of actually existing, only to have the whole perfect plan collapsing when that I-cannot-die-b*****d shot apart his paradox machine. 'Another note to self, when I have a plan, just make sure the whole thing cannot be reverted simply by pressing a button or shooting something to pieces.' He made sure not to project that to Isabel. A more stable plan perhaps...

Well, for now his goal was to get out of this freaking cell, with the help of a certain Time Lady. And then, well, get away. Somewhere safe, or at least off UNIT and Torchwood's radars. Then set up a new plan. Perfect.

[Bluekiss]

“Nothing…” Isabel whispered quietly as she simultaneously cut her conversation between herself and the Master. Looking up at Jack, she knew that he was suspicious about her. Not that him being suspicious was something new, however if her plan was going to work…she needed to get on his good side. Jack Harkness was always a hard man to get close to, however he was human…and even he had his weakness. It would take some time, however she was determined to get Jack to trust her.

“I just have a lot on my mind right now…sometimes I tend to space out in order to get things in order.” She explained, the attitude that she normally had when talking to Jack had been replaced with a tone that was both pleasant and respectful. Isabel gave a small smile as she got up from her position on the ground. Brushing off the back of her pants, she shifted on the balls of her feet, as if she was nervous about something.

“Jack..” She began after another pause, playing with her fingers a bit. A sincere apologetic expression appeared on her face as she tried to search for the right words to express her feelings. Deep down Isabel really wasn’t apologetic, not in the least bit. However, if she wanted her freedom, she had to learn how to play the game.

“About earlier…I’m sorry about my behavior. I didn’t mean to cross the line by ignoring your instructions about not leaving Torchwood. You are in charge...and while I find it difficult to be under someone else's orders...I have to respect the rules...and you...it’s just. I find this world so fascinating….and…I want to come to love it as much as you do…after all, I don’t have a world of my own anymore. I’m not trying to make things difficult…I just wish you would have just a little trust in me.” Isabel ended her little speech, staring down at the gravel under her feet. She kept her expression somber; however her mind was dancing about, wondering how Jack would take her apology.
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Martha nodded to Jack’s words, keeping them in mind as she finished cleaning up. Mara was a pretty easy task, considering the fact that she had two people who seemed like they wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Plus it helped that she wouldn’t be able to move due to her injuries.

“I’ll be back a little later to check on you…”Martha said to Mara, then turned to John and Ianto. “If there are any problems, just contact me through the communicator.” With that, Martha left the three to their own devices and headed back to the main part of the Hub. Looking around to make sure no one was behind her, she sat down at one of the computers. After a few taps on the keyboard, Martha pulled up the image of the Master sitting in his cell.

‘So far so good…’ Martha thought as she watched the Master sitting calmly in his cell, all signs of his previous outbursts gone. She was silently thankful that he wasn’t thrashing about the cell, Martha knows that Jack would give her a hard time about going into the cell in order to fix another one of his wounds. In fact, he had no idea that she had gone in his cell earlier. Perhaps it would be best if he didn’t know for the moment.

Getting out of the seat, Martha headed down towards the cell in order to keep the Time Lord some company. “How’s your hand doing?” She asked, trying to look over at the bandaged hand from her position behind the glass.