Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing, not Doctor Who or the BBC. This does have stuff from season 3 of the new who and references to the previous seasons.

So another story! I plan to continue this for awhile and this has nothing to do with my other one what so ever. Brand new stuff! I hope you like it!

This is like a teaser thing into the rest of the story. The other chapters are much longer!

-Chapter 1-

The Doctor was slumped over on the hard floor of the Valiant, aged and weak. The Master had been in mid sentence when he rushed out. He hoped Martha would have everything set soon, it was almost time. In fact that was where the Master probably was, if he had found her. If Martha had been successful, which he knew she would be, everything would be fine. Still, it had been a long year. A long year of no one around but the Master, taunting him. The Doctor couldn't ever kill the other Time Lord though, never. The Master knew that. He used that.

Suddenly the Master came and hopped up in front of him with a massive grin on his face. "Ooh hoo hoo, what did I find? I'll give you this, I wasn't expecting it. The Jones girl I knew about but this one I never expected. Oh, are you confused? Do you mean you didn't know? Oh this will be fun then!" he rubbed his hands together and spun around on his heel. "Bring the lovely lady in." he turned back to the Doctor. "I knew she was yours, or at least was, you do tend to throw them away after awhile, don't you? All the same she had that air about her. And oh! When I got a whiff of her, you've been naughty Doctor. Or maybe it was her fault and that's why she isn't with you? Or maybe she is, all the same you get to watch her either join me or watch her die. Exciting isn't it?"

Who could he possibly be talking about? Sarah Jane? But that wouldn't make sense, how would she have known? And if it wasn't Martha...another old companion? He hoped not, and not just because of the state he was in, but that was part of it. The door opened and a guard stepped out.

"Oh wait, let me! I want to see the look on his decaying face!" the Master winked at him. The Master hopped up the steps and held out his hand, nothing grabbed it. "Oh, a bit defiant are we? No matter, I like that in a woman." he grabbed a leather clad arm and guided the girl in. At first all the Doctor saw was leather and handcuffs.

Then he saw a face.

He knew who it was.

Rose.