Planetary Hostage

A/n: Okay, its looking like musey and murphy really don't want this to stay at the teenage levels (or even on a relatively straight path) so I'm upping the entire story level so that I don't have to keep fiddeling with it. So instead of FR15 on TTH its going up to FR18. I don't have to bother changing anything on AdultFanFiction.net where I also post this since they don't really have a low level/teen/child rating. And yes I'm a Doctor Who junky or Whovian if you prefer. I'm going to start throwing some curveballs into the mix and the slash rating is for the possibility that I'll start adding it into the mix as well as the hints of possibility. Enjoy!

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Instincts

 

By the time that a section of UNIT, and Martha had shown up to be transported up to the Valiant the Toclofane had gathered the world's leaders and their advisers, dropping them off in one of the holding lounges with a few Toclofane to keep them under control and from doing something foolish. Several hours had passed and everyone was on edge. In that amount of time the Master had given the Doctor a through physical along with a chewing out over his current tattered state of health as well as locking both the Doctor and Jack into his personal quarters until Martha returned. He'd also met with the world leaders and made it perfectly clear what the consequences would be if they chose to fight back. There were also several policy changes that he spelled out which were to go into effect immediately on pain of mass slaughter of the populance for those rulers who cared about their people and pain of extended torture for those who didn't. The Toclofane were bobbing gleefully behind him as he outlined the changes and consequences, enjoying the show.



UNIT, on the other hand, was aware of most of the Doctor's previous traveling companions and even had their contact information on file incase of an emergency and they couldn't get in touch with the Doctor. UNIT wasn't willing to give up the information without first confirming the Doctor's condition and the entire situation, not to mention the fact that they wanted to be the ones to provide security to not only protect the Doctor but to ensure that the Master kept to his promises. After all they still had files on the Master and his previous run-ins with the Doctor. UNIT knew perfectly well that they wouldn't be able to beat him, it would take the Doctor's aid to even try anything halfway successful and even that wasn't guaranteed. Only the Doctor had ever been shown to be able to match the Master, just as only the Master had really ever matched the Doctor. No one at UNIT wanted to contemplate what would happen if the Doctor either wasn't rescued or wouldn't help against the Master. No one wanted to think about what could have hurt him badly enough that the Master was willing to let them help take care of the Doctor either.



Then there was Torchwood. Torchwood, especially Torchwood 3, wasn't particularly happy about Jack deciding to stay with the Doctor on live TV, nor were they happy about the potential tests that Jack was likely going to under go. But their demands to speak with him or at least retrieve his body, assuming he was dead, were met with silent glares and blocked doorways. It apparantly didn't matter that their mandate was to secure the country against the Doctor and threats like him, nor did it matter that they supposedly had the best containment facilities to deal with the Doctor. All that Torchwood ever saw was the angry glares of the guards who, they clearly saw, peacefully provided access to their rival faction UNIT before they were bodily removed from the area with dire warnings and threats echoing in their ears.



"What did you do to him?" Martha demanded as soon as she saw the Master waiting for her and the UNIT personnel who were standing behind her.



UNIT had contacted her on the orders of Brigadier LethBridge-Stewart, retired, to offer their assistance and what little knowledge they had on the Doctor on the condition that they be allowed to provide security for the Doctor and any companions past, present, and even future who might come under the Master's care for any reason. The Brigadier might have been in a retirement home but he was still of sound mind, if no longer of completely sound body and had spent more than a little time with more than one regeneration of the Doctor over the years. He knew that the Doctor would need help on this one and if he couldn't go and provide it himself then by god he'd organize it from the ground and make sure that the Doctor had what he needed when he needed it, even if he had to drag himself and a 200lbs. bag of random electronics and junk across a parking lot of shattered glass in nothing but his shorts.



The Master just sighed. "I didn't do anything to him, not this time any way. The idiot went and sent himself into convulsions because he hasn't been keeping up on his basic medical whenever he runs into something mentally scarring or nasty. It took both me and the Freak to keep him from snapping his own bloody spine during the convulsions. Even that old wreck of a ship is worried about him, she must have known that I'd pick up on it eventually when he didn't fight back enough and neither did she. If Gallifrey was still around I'd have immediately left and dragged him to a certified healer, whether he wanted to go or not." He snorted. "He's made a right mess out of himself and regenerating wont fix it, he's already tried that, the idiot. We don't have all day. You'll all be in the same area as the Doctor and if I find any of you trying to hurt or kill him I'll rip you apart. He actually admitted that the only reason he didn't die during that last trip of yours is that he felt responsible for you Miss. Jones. I left the Freak on suicide watch after I explained to him a few ways that we can chose to die that a human can't use, at least not voluntarily. I'm hoping that precaution is just overkill but he put the restraining bracelet on his dominant hand. He never does that given a choice and fights back viciously whenever someone tries to force the issue."



The Master turn away from their shocked expressions and led them to the same area as his own quarters where he'd left Jack and the Doctor. Thankfully his "wife" was out on a shopping trip and likely picking out who in her security detail she'd ask him if she could keep as something a little bit more. The Master had made it perfectly clear to her what the situation would be during their marriage, especially should his plans succeed. She didn't mind as long as he was willing to give her an open marriage and a divorce when he left the planet in-tact, letting her pick and choose anyone else to play with in the mean time. As the Master led them to where he'd left Jack and the Doctor he decided that it might be a good idea if his "wife" occupied her chosen quarters on the other side of the ship a little earlier than expected and gave the orders to inform her about the change in plans and move her things. He wasn't willing to loose the Doctor over something so small as her wandering into his quarters for a clean shirt or dress.



"Let me see the medical file you've compiled on the Doctor." The Master ordered the UNIT medic who unthinkingly handed it over. "Hmm, yes, I found evidence of that... I wondered how that DNA managed to get into the regeneration matrix... He did that?! Fool! ... Oh, you can't be serious... What the hell was he thinking? In light of what the idiot had previously done I suppose that made sense... So that's why he had the casting plaster on him... Why on earth would he have had Ulxal urine in a sippy cup much less the crystalized tears of a Nabarin in a pill box?...oh. *sigh* Some days his pitiful marks in the medical and biology classes really do show... He WHAT?! Damn him! I'm surprised he has any regenerations left much less that he's still alive." The Master kept muttering under his breath as they traveled and he reviewed the Doctor's medical charts and information that UNIT had had on file. Eventually they came to the Master's private quarters and he paused in his review to unseal the door and let everyone in.



"Have you any idea how utterly stupid and dangerous even half of these actions were?" The Master demanded angrily as the Doctor blerily peered up from the bed, still in his clothes but under the covers, and Jack glanced up from his light reading in an arm chair next to the bed. The Master practically threw the file into the Doctor's chest as he finished waking up enough to notice that it wasn't just the Master who was visiting them but Martha and a good number of UNIT soldiers as well.



The Doctor managed to catch the file without loosing its contents and glanced through it. "Oh, my UNIT medical file. I didn't know they wrote that one down. I remember that one." The Doctor mused as he started to go over the file himself. The Doctor winced as he came across a particularly dangerous and stupid action that had managed to work out for everyone, just. Then he looked up at the Master with solemn eyes. "Yes, I know that a good deal of these were daft to even consider much less try but they worked and I've found better ways of doing it now that I'm older and hopefully wiser."



"You clearly need someone to watch you who knows something about Gallifreyan biology and knows you personally. Of all the stupid..." He fumed but still managed to motion Martha and the UNIT personnel forward for their own examination of the Doctor as he stood back. The Master leaned back against the wall near the entry way to the room and watched them carefully. Half hoping that one of them would make a move against him or the Doctor, mainly him, so that he had an excuse to kill them or lock them up and find out who was going to be a problem inside UNIT.



One of the young soldiers stood before the Doctor and saluted. "Sir, on behalf of the Brigadier we're here to make sure that you're alright and if possible provide you with independent security." The young man's eyes had flickered in the direction of the Master when he had said "independent security" as the UNIT medic tried to examine the Doctor who was pointedly ignoring him, much to the amusement of Jack and the bemusement of the Master, while Martha was just as exasperated as the medic.



Finally Martha snapped at him. "Do you mind?" She demanded. "We're trying to make sure that you've not injured something or done something else daft. Like that time you just got up and started running about when that witch stopped one of your hearts and the Queen ordered your death after we'd visited Shakespear."



"What?!" Jack and the Master voiced their protest almost at the same time that the medic gave her a startled glance and the Doctor gave her one of disappointmet.



"Now, Martha..." The Doctor soothed.



"No! You'll let us examine you proper especially since I know perfectly well that that second heart of yours still bothers you sometimes." Martha accused as the Doctor wouldn't meet her eyes. "Don't think I haven't noticed you rubbing your chest from time to time or those little trips to the infirmary to see that we have all of the supplies we need that take far to long for a quick glance at what's on the shelf."



"Doctor." The Master practically growled in warning, gaining a startled glance from the Doctor as he approached. "You wouldn't happen to have forgotten anything else, now would you?"



"Ah, um, maybe?" The Doctor offered tentatively. The Master's growl just grew louder alarming the Doctor further and in a flash of panic he realized that there were to many humans between him and the other Time Lord. If he'd accidentally triggered the protective instincts then the Master might very well rip them apart to get to him.



"Get back!" The Doctor practically shouted. "Don't get between us and don't interfere!"



"Doctor, what?" Martha asked in confusion looking back and forth between the two Time Lords as she was shoved to the side by one of the UNIT personnel with a short "MOVE!" as the UNIT members obeyed.



Jack didn't obey, instead he got in the way, putting himself bodily between the Doctor and the Master. The Doctor's panic had kick started the Master's instincts beyond what he could control and he'd only barely managed to stop himself leaping toward the other Time Lord as both Martha and the UNIT members got out of the way. He could do nothing about Jack standing defiantly between him and the Doctor or his reaction to such an act in regards to his doctor. The Master lept landing on Jack, fist already flying resulting in a *crack* of knuckle bone against jaw bone, knocking the immortal out cold. The Master looked up into the fearful eyes of the Doctor who was tangled in the bed sheets. The Master's own scent surrounding the Doctor calmed his instincts to slam the other Time Lord into the wall behind him and then turn to face the threat of the others in the room. He lept onto the bed and pinned him in place biting him where his neck and shoulder joined causing the Doctor to cry out and the UNIT personnel to restrain Martha from trying to pull the Master off of the Doctor.



The Master held the bite long enough to make sure there would be a good mark there then let go and turned to face the humans in the room. The scents that were assailing him told him that Martha and Jack both truely cared about the Doctor but only one of them had tried to defend the other Time Lord when the Master's instincts had kicked in. Jack might be wrong but he also was close to being a Time Lord. If the mark took then as far as the Master's instincts were concerned Jack was a Time Lord with some human mixed in. He lept for Jack again and felt the Doctor just barely miss catching him. As he landed next to the accidentally immortal human he growled at his new second who immediately stopped trying to get out of bed and lay still. After confirming that the Doctor would stay put he bit Jack in the same spot, the joining of the neck and shoulder and held the bite for an extra second to make sure that it had a good chance of taking. When he let go he noted with satisfaction that the mark had taken. There was the normal wound but the slightest sheen of something else was there as well and would become part of the skin in that area. He noticed that Martha was trying to inch her way toward the Doctor, so he growled at her in warning.



"Martha, stop. You need to stop moving toward me. It isn't safe for anyone but me or Jack to be near him right now." The Doctor told them softly. "I'm honestly surprised that he marked Jack, that he even could. This is my fault, its a throw back to when Time Lords were only Gallifreyans. We would gather in packs or prides, it depends on what species you'd mostly associate with us but instead of the way that earth animals claim and integrate others into the pack. The alpha or leader of the pack, which isn't always the same thing for us, would mark the newcomer. When the mark faded, IF the mark faded either the pack member would submit for a new mark or leave the pack. As we evolved marks were no longer just a bite to the neck and sometimes more... permanent methods were used. If however one of us claimed another but didn't mark them and the one that was claimed but unmarked was injured or threatened to the point that the claimer felt pushed or threatened themselves or on behalf of the one they claimed... Lets just say that its a good thing that the Master was always very good at controling himself or the rest of you would be dead in a very bloody and messy fashion. He managed to stop himself from marking me, refusing the rest of you the chance to mark me, until you got out of the way. Jack got in the way and he's from not only the right time but has the right experience from his past as a time agent that the Master must have decided to try and include him in the pack as if he was another Time Lord. I don't know how he would know that though, especially since not all of his reasoning is conscious at the moment. I honestly don't know why he didn't tear Jack apart."



"What do you want us to do, sir?" Asked one of the UNIT members with a red stripe on his shoulder equally softly, who was eyeing the Master who had turned to face them and was eyeing them as if he hadn't quite decided if they were a threat yet or not.



"First, don't call me sir. Second, stop moving toward me." This softly spoken command froze the UNIT personnel in place and stopped Martha from continuing to inch toward him. "Right, now, I need you to kneel on the floor and keep your eyes focused on the floor. Don't meet his eyes, he'll see it as a challenge and rip you apart. Let him circle you, keep quiet, and if he gets to close get closer to the floor, show him your back or belly. He'll see it as a sign of submission to his authority." The remaining humans obeyed the softly spoken instructions as the Master got up from his crouch and prowled toward them. One of the UNIT officers wasn't fast enough with his show of submission and found his neck broken as his body was tossed across the room to thud against the wall but earning a soft "Well, that's good. He's coming back to himself." from the Doctor.



"How is that good?" Another UNIT soldier hissed at the Doctor drawing the Master's gaze in time for him to see Martha cuff the soldier over the head for the comment and for not obeying the Doctor's instructions.



"Its good because he died quick and clean, if the Master was still in full protective mode then he would have literally been torn apart, shreded flesh and blood everywhere." The Doctor hissed back. "Now, keep quiet like I told you."



The Master paused when he came to Martha and got closer to her as she obeyed the Doctor's instructions, getting closer to the floor. The Master recognized the Doctor's scent surrounding Martha. The Master could tell that she was young enough to still be a child if she were Gallifreyan. He nudged her toward Jack and the Doctor, away from the other humans.



"Doctor?" Martha asked fearfully as she put up a light resistance, practically nothing at all as far as Time Lords were concerned.



"Its alright Martha, he probably just smells me on you. Your age can show up in your scent sometimes and with my Time Lord scent all over you since you've been traveling with me on top of that, he likely thinks that you're my child, which means that you're part of the pack to but to young to mark. Come over to me, slowly, and keep your eyes down. Don't stand up all of the way or he'll see it as an act of defiance when you've already acknowledged him as dominant." The Doctor directed as Martha moved over to him and the Master prowled between the UNIT members and his new pack.



Slowly, ever so slowly the Master came out of his instincts and back into full control of himself. He straightened up and looked at the two groups that he had established glancing at the Doctor quizically. His gaze sharpened when he saw the mark that he'd left on the Doctor's neck juncture. Martha was wrapped up in the Doctor's arms almost like a child as the Doctor looked him straight in the eye. He took another look at everyone's possitions and sighed.



"I take it I was unable to keep my more possessive instincts in check?" The Master asked wryly.



"Oh, I wouldn't say that." The Doctor said causually earning a punch to the chest from Martha who was still in his arms, on top of the covers.



"Really? It rather looks like I not only lost control but marked both you and the Freak." The Master retorted wryly.



"Well its better than being the one considered the child of a good friend." Martha shot back at the Master. "Just because I swiped his coat to keep off the extra damp on that weird green rock planet I get counted as a child." She muttered, earning a risen eyebrow and a look of interest for her comment. The Doctor just shrugged and rolled his eyes. Both he and the Master knew that the underlying trigger scent took far longer to start to cling to someone than just wearing someone's coat for a couple of hours.



"Can we get up now?" One of the bolder UNIT men asked tentitively.



"Yes, I'm back to normal." The Master waved away their concerns. "I've managed to keep that instinct under control for nearly 8 centuries, I wonder why it slipped now?" He mused as they got up from the floor, then shook his head and turned to deal with the remaining UNIT members. "Regardless of anything else you've just proven that you not only have some small amount of sense but also enough loyalty to the Doctor that I'm granting UNIT's request to run the Doctor's security, on one condition, only the men in this room are allowed near him on a regular basis. You've all just passed a very rigorous and dangerous test that I had never intended to initiate, as far as I'm concerned you are now this pack's personal security." The Master warned. "However, if I find that you pose a danger to us you wont like my response to the threat, intentional or otherwise."



"Yes, sir. We understand. Our priority is the Doctor, most of us voluteered for this post and the Brigadier cleared all of us. He turned away a good twenty who he said would just get themselves or the Doctor killed." The UNIT Commander answered as he stood straight and tall in front of the Master. "He also sends his regards to you and asks that you not wipe out the human race."



The Master grunted. "Its good to see that he still remembers me; I remember him as well. How many do you think he'd accept for his bodyguards?"



"Sir?" The young commander asked hesistantly.



"Oh, don't look so surprised. The Brigadier knew the Doctor, more for his time with UNIT but he did go on a trip or two with him. I was quite serious about providing bodyguards to the Doctor's companions and I'm not entirely certain that leaving the Brigadier ungarded is wise. Someone might remember him from when the Doctor was UNIT's scientific advisor." The Master explained. "At least I don't have to bother with plainclothesmen."



"No." The Doctor said sternly.



"Yes, or do you want me to assign some Toclofane to guard him? They don't always know when to stop or care when they've made a mistake." The Master threatened.



The Doctor's shoulders slumped. "So unless they accept the human bodyguards you assign you'll give them Toclofane as bodyguards? They're no better than children who don't understand what they are doing or why."



"Your point?" The Master asked pointedly.



The Doctor sighed. "Two should be enough, maybe three if both you and he are going to be stubborn about it." He admitted as Jack groaned coming around.



"Ow. My head." Jack sat up rubbing his jaw. "You pack quite a wallop." Jack paused realizing that he was injured and alive. "Why didn't you kill me?"



"Who says I didn't?" The Master asked mildly.



"My headache." Jack admitted with a grimace. "I heal completely after I die and come back."



"Then you shouldn't have gotten in the way." He told Jack pointedly.



"At least you didn't get sniffed and then shoved toward the Doctor as if you were his very young daughter." Martha retorted.



"Martha, its a simple bit of logic mixed with a little math and instinct." The Doctor started patiently.



"No. I'm not a child." She told him indignantly.



"So you'd rather that I had bitten you and then that the three of us had fucked you?" The Master asked mildly.



"What do you mean?" She asked almost hesitantly.



"That's what would have happened if all three of us were Time Lords and couldn't control our instincts while forming a new pack." The Master offered. "The fact that I thought you were the Doctor's adopted child while I was in such a state says much. Its rare that anyone is adopted into our people so throughly that our instincts acknowledge the claim. Even mate claims aren't always acknowledged in such a fashion by anyone but the Time Lord who mated the outsider."



The Doctor nodded in confirmation, adding. "The partial adoptions that these UNIT fellows were accepted under are far more common and more for the security of the pack than anything else."



"Oh." Martha said quietly, and thought about the explanation she'd been given.



"Soooo, does that mean we're married?" Jack asked with a lavacious wink at the Doctor who gave him an eye roll for his trouble.



"Not necessarily, Jack. Right now there is only the pack claim mark for it to be a mating at least one of us needs to establish a telepathic mating bond and no, you can't be one of the initiators if its with me or the Master. Well actually that's not quite right, you can initiate it you just can't complete it and it could kill everyone involved if its rejected." The Doctor explained. "Esentially, we're considered to be a type of family at the moment and Martha is the child of our pack. That means we would raise her jointly."



"Oi!" Martha protested from her position siting on the bed next to the Doctor who was still half under the covers.



"Until you've taken a mate of your own that we approve of or become one of our mates that's how our instincts will force us to see you." The Master told her bluntly. "If you try to take a mate that we feel is a threat to you or us then we're likely to kill him. Which is why, from now on, we get to screen your dates."



"But!" Martha started.



"Its not up for debate." The Master cut her off, adding a glare for good measure.



"Is there anything else we need to be aware of, sir?" The UNIT commander asked. "Am I allowed to convey this information to the Brigadier?"



"It would make things simpler." The Doctor grumbled earning a look from the Master.



"Very well, on the condition that he accept the placement of at least three bodyguards for him and his family. If he wishes to continue organizing aid and other supplies on the Doctor's behalf he has permission to do so, on the condition that no action or promise of action is to be taken against me or mine." The Master ordered, but added. "Promising to assasinate my wife does not fall under these restrictions."



The Doctor looked at the Master keenly and asked almost softly. "I thought..."



"No, I didn't bond with her. She's a convience and she knows it. What we have isn't a marriage its a business deal." The Master said with a shake of his head. He sighed and turned back the UNIT personnel. "The Doctor will be sleeping in here for the time being. Two men minimum on 8 hour rotating shifts on the outside of the door to the suite. The remaining two will report back to Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart and run general errands for the time being. I want you all aware of the situations, problems, and possible dangers. If you find that you need a skill but don't have it yourself, find someone who does to take care of it for now and get them to give you a crash course in the subject. If one of you can find a cot or two for now that would be nice, as I've given the bed to the Doctor and both Martha and the Freak can't sleep on the couch since I'll be sleeping there." This earned him a look from the three timetravelers and barely a blink from the UNIT soldiers.



"If we can't find one then we'll see what we can do about getting you a bedroll and some blankets, sir." He hesitated before continuing. "Thank you, for letting us check on him and for not killing us. We all knew there was a good chance we might not come back but he needed to know that we were trying and that he matters."



The Doctor stared at the young man who had offered such heartfelt feelings on behalf of those he had once lived among and trained during his exile and subsequent stranding on earth in an earlier regeneration. This was the second time in as many hours that he had been told that he was worth the loyalty, resources, and worry it took to get him back and keep him safe. The Doctor didn't think that he was worth it, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out how so many came to believe that he not only was worth it but trusted that he would do his best to put things to rights, if he could. The Master nodded and dismissed them to their new duties.