Koschei's Trinity

Story Rating: M (For strong language, violence and possible Slash)

Characters: The 11th Doctor, The Master and Amelia Pond

Authors Note: In case you haven't realized yet. This story is going to be a season 5 AU so it probably isn't going to totally fit with canon...um yeah. As far as timing goes this going to begin in between 'Victory of the Daleks' and 'The Time of Angels'.This is my first published fanfic and I'm a bit nervous about it but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a long while (though it originally starred the 10th Doctor). I'm still getting used to Eleven and I should probably mention that I've only just recently started watching the fifth season. I thought I might as well type it up since it wouldn't leave me alone. ~This~ indicates a character's thoughts just for future reference... Okay, I hope you like it.

Con/crit welcome but it's my first time so please be gentle.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my bazar story ideas and this dark cave that I lurk in. Oh yeah, and this candy that I'm eating which is indeed delicious.

Part One: The Threefold Man

"God does not play dice with the universe: He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time."

- Terry Pratchett (Good Omens)

He ran down the dark, rainy streets. Icy sheets of water poured down unforgivingly on his small, wiry form, drenching his ragged, brown denim jacket and torn black jeans and pasting his messy white hair to his pale forehead. His skin was burning from the unforgiving cold. He didn't stop running though, didn't even bother to consider slowing down in the slightest. They were far too close behind him. He could sense their hunger. He felt it rolling off of his pursuers in waves. He had to figure this out. He had to escape. There had to be a way... ~Come on! Think! It wont be long before they catch up!~ Panic had begun to spread through the pale running man. He was quick and he was clever, but the creatures chasing him were twice his size and they were born predators, with bodies perfected for the hunt. He turned and darted down the alley on his right. His hearts hammering in his chest. He looked for something, for anything, an escape, a weapon, something that might give him a chance- He skidded to a halt, looking up as he sensed presences above him slinking eagerly towards him on the side of the building to his left. They were moving to cut him off. There was a soft thump as one of the dark sillouettes dropped off the building to land a few meters ahead of him.

"No..." He muttered, staring as another landed alongside it " Nonono..."

He felt his eyelids getting heavy until they slid shut and his body slumped forward slightly. The creatures hissed and crept towards him. They had him surrounded now, with three behind him and two in front. There were sirens in the distance getting louder and rapidly nearer. The closest monster pounced. There was a terrible feral cry, as something rather nasty happened to someone far more accustomed to being dreaded and feared and some others came into a rude awakening when a much stronger presence revealed itself in that dark alley.

Moments later the U.N.I.T. SUVs finally arrived and soldiers swarmed the place, searching for the alien threats. Dr. Martha Jones stepped out of her vehicle and walked at a much less urgent pace, keeping out of the way of the soldiers. The radio on her hip crackled to life.

"Dr. Jones , this is Major Thompson. Do you copy?" Said the voice riding the radio waves.

"Major Thompson, I read you." She replied into the mouthpiece

"I'm in the alley. I've located the targets. Require medical. Over."

"Copy that." Martha grabbed the case out of her backseat and headed swiftly toward the alley. The soldiers moved silently out of her way. She almost flinched at the sight that met her. Major Thompson and two other soldiers waited in an alley that reminded her of something out of a horror film. The walls were splattered with blood both red and blue-black and there were three bodies lying still on the ground. Two of them were insect-like and obviously alien, all covered in far too much blood and gore. The more human-looking one might have reminded her of a ghost if he hadn't been so muddy and so obviously real.

He was lying sprawled face-down in a puddle. His white hair stuck out in wet clumps, matted in places with blood of both colors. His skin was impossibly pale..~inhumanly pale~ she amended. Almost the exact same color as the pearls that her grandmother used to wear. The whole alley smelled of blood and singed flesh. Thompson had pulled one of the larger aliens off of the pearl-skinned one so she knelt by him first, opening her case and snapping on her latex gloves.

"That one's still alive. The poor sod. No need to bother with the other two. I would have turned him over but I was afraid to move him." The Major explained

"Thank you." She replied, gently moving her hands down the aliens sides, searching him for injuries. There was very gruesome wound on the poor thing's back where one of the other creatures had clawed him, but as nasty as it looked, it was shallow and superficial. She hoped that the claws weren't poisonous. "You were right to wait for me. There's no telling what they could've done to him...Hmmm broken ribs, fractured collarbone... Dammit! Alright Major Thompson, I'm going to need you to help me turn him over. We've got to be careful not to jar him too much."

The soldier carefully helped her flip the smaller man over. He took the gauze she passed him and pressed it on the stab-wound that she'd found on the pale alien's shoulder. She began to turn back to her case to grab something else when her gaze fell on his face and she froze. She knew that face. It was a face she could never forget. The coloring was different than when she'd seen him last. His features somehow seemed gentler now, maybe even a tad feminine, but it was still unmistakably him.

"Oh my god!" She muttered shakily, causing Major Thompson's head to snap up to look at her.

"You know him, Doctor?"

"He's... the Master."