I am sorry about not updating for such a long time. Frankly, I've had a lot to do - including school, studying, activities... etc. You know... life.

I am defintively going to finish this story - it is however, quite hard to do so, when a story is this successful... the pressure is immense...

Also, a short congratulations to David Tennant for winning the NTA special recognition award - he totally deserves it.

There was a loud clonking sound, as Harry heard the mechanical lock unlodge itself... and the figure of the Master was revealed.

It seemed like he wouldn't need to wait a long time.

It was one of those moments in his life, which Harry was sure he was never going to forget. The danger, hanging upon his shoulders, the fear, threatening to consume him... even his body had betrayed him - he had frozen up in fear as he wondered what would come next.

Harry half expected the Master - the white haired man from the monitor in the TARDIS - to pull out a foot long knife and hold it up against his neck, but as Harry examined him staggering into the cell, and the dangerous yet somehow still crazy look in his eyes, Harry realised the man was too much of a drama queen and a showman to do something so blatantly evil.

No this man could use manipulation, words, even memories against him... And then he would try to destroy him.

"Good morning Harry Potter," The man said - his voice pleasant, but Harry could still hear the sly fox behind it, searching for any pressure points.

"Well, it is morning," Harry said, feeling so incredibly afraid and anxious but hiding it with false cheerfulness, "But I can't say it's that 'good'." The Master grinned manically at him - mouth stretching wide and showing numerous white sharp teeth.

"I see you've inherited your father's non-existent humour." The man said with a sly smirk, which Harry instantly detested.

"You're the Master." Harry said bluntly, ignoring the other Time-Lord's snarky comments.

"What?!" The man said with a false sort of shock as he put a hand upon the left side of his chest - mimicking a human in shock - and staring at Harry with a mockingly surprised expression on his face. "You gossiped about me?"

"It's not gossip if it's true." He retorted (although he felt quite anxious - after all, his father had never mentioned a 'Master'), and got another small sarcastic smirk in return. The man stepped closer, slightly too close for Harry's comfort who was finding it increasingly hard to breathe, due to the ball of panic raising from the pit of his stomach.

"You know, I had a son too."

Harry, who had lowered his eyes to the floor, immediately raised them to search the Master's face for any sign of deceit. The mans face was clear of any expression, although as Harry looked a little closer, he noticed a small flash of regret in those eyes.

"He was young when Gallifrey's destruction took him away from me." The Master continued, staring at Harry intently, who was fidgeting with his fingers, not sure whether or not to believe the Machiavellian man. "The very explosion your father caused."

Harry stared in shock as the Master suddenly lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him against the rough wall. Harry winced briefly as he felt his back getting injured.

"Your father," spat the monster with a harsh whisper and a mad look in his eyes, "Destroyed my home, my life, my family. Do you understand that boy?"

He pushed Harry away, who tumbled to the ground, wincing once more as he felt a bone in his arm fracture. "What do you want?" Harry managed to stutter out, as he tried to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes.

The Master swivelled back to him, a manic grin gracing his face. "You see, my dear little Chronos, this is my last regeneration, I need more life energy, and as a young Time-Lord, you still have lots and lots of it left." He said speaking in a condescending voice as he kneeled down to Harry's level and nodded earnestly, "So, if you'll be so kind as to give it to me, I'll leave you alone."

Harry stared back at him with horror. He hadn't been a Time-Lord for a long time, but he'd gotten used to that ever present power - a mixture of his life energy and magic - humming under his skin, ready to be unleashed when the need for it arose.

As far as he had understood (and he understood quite a lot), it was an integral part of being a Time-Lord. A Time-Lord on his last regeneration barely had any energy left, yet somehow, that small spark of life still kept the body going... To take so much energy (Harry assumed the Master wanted all of it) from one living, young Time-Lord in one instant was murder - it was a barbaric way of killing a Time-Lord and robbing him of all his future days.

"You're a monster." Harry finally spat, as he stared back at the man holding him captive. The Master merely chuckled, and stood up, straightening his suit to make it look impeccable.

"Ha! And what - your father is a hero?!" When Harry didn't answer, the man continued with a drawl, "Scratch the surface of any hero and you'll find a monster lurking beneath! I discovered that a long time ago - when your father, who had already been hailed as one of Gallifrey's heroes - blew up his own planet."

Harry felt apprehention wash over him. That was the second time the Master had mentioned that the Doctor - his father - had blown up Gallifrey. The Doctor had never told him how he had lost his home - and Harry hadn't ever asked. He'd always assumed... that the Daleks had destroyed it... Surely not...

Seening the apprehinsive look on his face, the Master grinned gleefully and he rubbed his hands together, "Oooooohhhh - your father didn't tell you!"

Harry blinked his tears away - wait tears? - and focused on the situation at hand. He didn't know whether a single word coming out of the Master's mouth was the truth or not - the man was probably manipulating past events... The Doctor couldn't have possibly... No...

Harry forced his mind to stop thinking about that, and filed those thoughts away, concentrating on the here and the now. He raised his eyes to stare at the Master once more and frowned when their eyes met once more - his suddenly more intense than ever. It was then, that Harry felt a presence in his mind - testing out his flakey shields that he'd managed to put up. His father had told him that only a select few Time-Lords had the aptitude for mental/telepathic communications, and even then it took years to become a proper master of the art... It seemed that the Master was one of those select few who had the aptitude and the years upon years of experience.

Harry, of course discovered this when his shields instantly shattered and the Master invaded his mind.

...

The Doctor winced as he slowly woke - his head hurt slightly... probably from the fall in the TARDIS. ...The fall in the TARDIS... sleeping gas - the Master - HARRY!

He jumped to his feet instantly, feeling slightly full of energy - he had to find Harry... and Donna, and Jack.. and Lily and Severus. The Doctor grimaced and ran a hand through his hair as he examined the cell he was in - urgh, he had placed everyone in danger, again.

Looking down at himself, he noticed his trusty trench coat was missing, and so was his suit jacket, leaving him in a white - albeit dirty - oxford shirt... And his screwdriver was in his coat pocket.

Sighing exasperately at his own stupidity, he shook the door harshly, hoping that the cell door was old and rusty enough to open - It wasnt.

He glanced around the room, searching for any other ways to get out and noted angrily that the only escape was through the door. Then testing out all of the bricks (which were disgustingly covered with either a thick layer of slime or dripping with water) he found a wobbly one.

Using his long fingers, he slowly pulled the brick out and chucked it to the floor.

To his surprise, a thick laser-like stream of light instantly invaded the room, proving how much dust there really was in the room. With narrow eyes, the Doctor neared the hole and looked outside.

It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did, he gasped in surprise and wonder.

He was in Kavasona... the home city of the Kavisties - the aliens who had kidnapped Donna and Jack. Once upon a time, Kavasona had been a great planet - the Kavisites had been a great race. A race which had stood, tall and proud, with their literally glittering, blue planet.

The peace had ended - as it always did - and a dictator had arisen. He caused a revolution which had turned all Kavisites into a mercenary race - one which sold their incredible warriors for gems, money... and now, above all, bad memories.

They were similar to dementors in that way, they could willingly suck memories out of any individual with weak or non-existent telepathic shields. They fed of that, and thrived on it... and for that reason they were now incredibly repulsive to the Doctor.

He'd always wanted to visit Kavasona before the revolution, well... he'd always wanted to visit Kavasona in any time - just not this way... not with Harry's life hanging on a thread.

Oh, right Harry! He had to save him. God knew what the Master had already done to him.

Just as he was about to step back from the wall and try to search for some other way to get out of the cell, there was a loud bang, and the Doctor was thrown back into the opposite wall - the force of the explosion being stronger than his weight.

As the dust slowly settled and he stood up to face his rescuer, his face split into one of the largest smiles he'd ever given.

"Donna! jack!"

...

Jack glanced over his shoulder at the two children trailing behind him and Donna. They were both humans - well... they looked human (then again, the girl's eyes were a most unusual shade of green), and they had claimed (when a guard had thrown them into Jack and Donna's cell) that 'the Master' (just at his name, Jack could feel the anger boiling up inside him) had kidnapped them while they'd been travelling with the Doctor and 'Omega'.

Either they were telling the truth - or they were telepaths.

Or both.

One look into the boy's eyes - Severus Snape was it? (the name stroke a chord within him, but Jack still couldn't place the name) and he'd known - that that boy would be a powerful telepath. There was just something so intense and... intelligent in those dark, dark eyes.

Blinking rapidly to clear his head from any stray thoughts, he focused on the task at hand. With the help of Donna, they'd managed to rip the rusty cell door of it's hinges and after being killed once by the guard, he had managed (once more with Donna's help) to restrain him and force him to tell them where the way out was.

The guard had then muttered something about the Master, a physician imprisoned, a little boy and a blue box, before falling into unconsciousness. Jack had instantly taken all explosives, guns, knives etc from him... for future use. The Doctor didn't approve of weapons, but sometimes, there had to be people to do the job.

It had taken a further several quiet minutes to find the Doctor (who's cell had coincidentally been spotted by Lily Potter - the girl with the unusual eyes) and when they had, Jack had used the blaster to blow the door up.

.

"Donna! Jack!" Came the Doctor's voice from the other side of the room and Jack narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to see the Doctor through the settling dust.

"Doctor!" Jack exclaimed as he rushed forwards and engulfed the Doctor in a hug - hugging him a little longer than it was necessary. As he released him, Donna rushed forwards, scowling as she poked him in the chest.

"Oi. Alien Boy! Why do we always get into these situations?" She said before giving him a small hug. Donna glanced around them, her slightly grimy ginger hair flicking over her shoulder. "Where's the little Martian?"

Jack felt dispair settle down in his stomach as he saw the defeated look on the Doctor's face and he glanced back at the two kids looking quite disorientated.

"The Master has him. And he's going to take his life force away."

Yeah... Hope you liked it.

I need a beta reader for this story... so if you want to (and like this story) and would like to beta it... please send me a pm.

Also... Little quiz. Who's the Master's son?