New Fic: The Missing Year
And now for something completely different.
This is one of a plethora of other stories I've written but it now demands to be put out.
Its a Ianto and Martha centric fic. With a M/M and I/J pairing.
Title: The Missing Year
Fandom: DW/TW
Pairing: Master/Martha, Jack/Ianto
Summary: Eh, Martha and Ianto are captured during the year that wasn't but their reception isn't quite what you'd expect.
The Missing Year
All this time and it’s the stupidest of mistakes that gets us caught!
It wasn’t even really a mistake, more of an oversight. At least the others got away- as bad as it is for Martha and I to be captured I dread to think what he would have done to the others.
Gwen he would have shattered completely, the poor girl thinks she’s so together but even a casual observer can see how on the edge she is and the Master is no casual observer. He is an expert at extracting the most painful truth from a person’s life and using it against them.
My beautiful Toshiko would see no mercy, he’s smart enough to know her intelligence makes her a potential threat and that’s something he can not allow. He would probably resort to torture in its classic sense, correctly predicting how sensitive she is.
And as for Owen- Owen would just be made to watch. Watch as the Master destroyed two of the most, probably the two most, important people in his life. Owen who hides how much he cares by pretending not to care about anything at all not an act likely to fool the Master at all.
No all in all it’s for the best that it was only the two of us taken. Then again he will be furious, livid, irate and that’s if he’s in a good mood. He should be in a good mood this is after all quite a coup for him. Capturing the elusive Child, Martha Jones. I hope some of his demented humour comes out and he’s just glad to see her, us.
I don’t want to see him punish her. It would be one of those unforgivable things…
We’ve arrived. I clamber out of the back of the van, under heavy guard, helping Martha out after me. I pull her close when we’re on the ground, “It’ll be alright-”
“Easy for you to say but not all of us have a get out of jail free card,” she looks away from me as I flush but before I can reassure her I notice her puzzled look. “Where are we?”
I look around- Shit!
“I was expecting a plane to the Valiant.” she comments still looking around.
It’s a country estate. But not just any estate, “We’re home.”
“What?” she turns to me, even more puzzled now.
“His home. My home. This is where I grew up.”
Now she’s gone from puzzled back to plain horrified. We’re pushed all the way up the drive and the stairs and into the hallway, where I’m almost greeted by the housekeeper. Until that is she spots the cuffs on my wrists. She glares at them and the guards before huffing and storming off.
“What was that all about?” My attention is drawn back to Martha who is staring after Mrs Davies with a puzzled look on her face.
“She’s gone to get him and give him a piece of her mind most likely.”
“And he’ll let her?”
I open my mouth to respond but am interrupted by the guards who roughly push me into the sitting room and another one has grabbed Martha, twisting her arm up behind her back and growling in her ear for her to keep her trap shut. Suddenly he is thrown aside and Martha falls to the floor.
The Master, the cause of her captor’s fall, moves to help her to her feet. Holding her in his embrace he pushes her hair back off her face, “You’re crying,” he whispers softly and gently wipes her tears away. Then he spins on the hapless guard, still struggling to his feet. “No one lays a hand on my wife.” He growls out, raising his laser screwdriver and killing him.
Before the agonised squeals have even died out the Master has already turned his full attention to Martha, still held in his arms, “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you too badly did he?”
She rolls her eyes at him but shakes her head, “Other than kidnapping me and chaining me up and-” she doesn’t get to finish before his rage is back and he turns to his previously ignored audience.
Almost predictable, except it’s me he’s pissed at. “Ianto, how could you let them treat your stepmother like that?”
“Ex-stepmother!” She puts in and he turns back to her.
“Nope. I never did sign the divorce papers.” He smirks.
She huffs, “Bigamist,” before tossing herself into an armchair with a pout.
Now I’ve got dad’s attention again and he quirks an eyebrow at me, still waiting for his answer I shake my cuffed hands at him by way of answer and suddenly he’s glaring again- at least it’s at the guards.
“You hurt my wife and chain my son? Can any one of you think of a single reason I shouldn’t just kill you?” He hasn’t even pulled the laser screwdriver back out yet they’re already backing up in obvious terror.
I back off too, in the other direction towards Martha. I perch on the arm of her chair and we try to pretend he’s not about to kill a room full of people. We turn, surprised to hear the French windows opened, he takes them outside. I wonder why until Mrs Davies comes bustling in.
She takes one look at the pair of us and tosses a glare towards the French windows. “That oaf of a man! He’ll be the one cleaning up that mess in the corner unless he has a very good excuse.” She smiles brightly at me, “Troublemaker, will you be causing havoc in my household?”
I smile at her, “Of course.”
She laughs. “As it should be, as it should be. And you my dear,” Martha looks at her warily, “you must be Martha, the new lady of the house. Well you look more my sort and my little one likes you. Much better than that blonde monstrosity-”
There’s a growl behind her and my father comes back inside. “That’s my wife-”
“Bloody stupid woman if you ask me.”
“I didn’t.”
She sniffs her opinion of that and ignores him, she usually does unless she’s blaming him for something. “You know she didn’t eat a thing the whole time she was here- and it was over a week. What kind of a person doesn’t eat?”
Now he’s just frustrated, “Obviously she eats or else she’d be dead.” My father argues with her, he should really know better than now.
She just sniffs again, “Not so as you’d notice. Now this girl here looks to have a healthy appetite.” and she’s back to smiling at Martha.
Before Martha can react Dad jumps in, “Oh yes, my Martha-”
“I am not yours!”
“Not this again. Darling you are mine, quite obviously, if you weren’t I wouldn’t put so much effort in and I wouldn’t kill for you.”
The snort comes from Mrs Davies, “You, boy, would kill for the bloody dog! Of course the effort part is true enough. On the topic of killing though- why did you do that to my carpet?”
The Master actually blanches and I can feel sympathy having been the one under her glare often enough. “I… My house, my carpet. But ah, they hurt Martha and Ianto-”
“Hmm. Well that’s as may be but from now on I would appreciate more decorum with my things.” She turns her back on him, like a naughty child who’s now been dealt with, turning her attention once more onto Martha. Who if anything looks even more wary of Mrs Davies. I suspect it has a lot to do with how dad doesn’t even try to threaten her. “Now, angel, take your stepmother up to her room while your father and I-”
I shake my still cuffed wrists at her, she simply tutts and shakes her head. “Losing your touch Ianto? That’ll never do.” And she proceeds to pick the lock on the cuffs. First mine and then Martha’s.
Once she’s done I throw my arms around her for my welcome home hug. Then I take Martha’s arm.
“Ahem, don’t I get a hug?”
I turn to my dad and consider, “You kidnapped me-”
“I missed you.”
I glare and then I smile and then I do hug him, after all I missed him too.
On the walk to her room Martha seems distracted.
“Are you alright?”
“No.” She didn’t look at me, then she takes a deep breath a makes eye contact, “If he killed all the guards couldn’t we just leave?”
I shake my head as I open her room door. “There is a very advanced security system in place all around the house and grounds. Besides Mrs Davies would never allow it, she’s completely devoted to dad.”
“She scares me.” Martha says with a visible shiver.
“She shouldn’t.” I reply, although honestly there are times she manages to scare me. “She helped dad raise me after mam died. She’s the one who taught me how to cook and clean and-”
“And pick locks.”
I smile, “Yes that too. I’m crazy about her and so is dad. You’ll love her, she’s so much fun.”
“Oh I can imagine. How did you know which room to bring me to?” she asks, changing the subject as she walks around the room, looking at everything.
I wish she had stuck with the other awkward conversation. I sigh and pick up the delicate hand mirror and stroke it’s side. “This was my mother’s room.”
She puts down the picture she was examining and crosses over to sit beside me where I’m perched on the end of the bed. “I’m sorry.”
I stop her before she can say anything else. “It’s hardly your fault.”
“I- I can sleep somewhere else-”
“Don’t. She’d’ve loved you.”
“Her husband’s other wife?” She asks me incredulously and I smirk back at her.
“What do you think about Lucy?”
“A great distraction from me.” She answers me with a smile.
“She really would have loved you. The two of you would have teamed up together and drove dad nuts. Nuttier anyway. Besides she’d just be happy the room’s in use again, she was very practical.”
“She sounds nice. Except for the whole being crazy enough to marry him but hell who am I to quibble over that.”
This is one of a plethora of other stories I've written but it now demands to be put out.
Its a Ianto and Martha centric fic. With a M/M and I/J pairing.
Title: The Missing Year
Fandom: DW/TW
Pairing: Master/Martha, Jack/Ianto
Summary: Eh, Martha and Ianto are captured during the year that wasn't but their reception isn't quite what you'd expect.
The Missing Year
All this time and it’s the stupidest of mistakes that gets us caught!
It wasn’t even really a mistake, more of an oversight. At least the others got away- as bad as it is for Martha and I to be captured I dread to think what he would have done to the others.
Gwen he would have shattered completely, the poor girl thinks she’s so together but even a casual observer can see how on the edge she is and the Master is no casual observer. He is an expert at extracting the most painful truth from a person’s life and using it against them.
My beautiful Toshiko would see no mercy, he’s smart enough to know her intelligence makes her a potential threat and that’s something he can not allow. He would probably resort to torture in its classic sense, correctly predicting how sensitive she is.
And as for Owen- Owen would just be made to watch. Watch as the Master destroyed two of the most, probably the two most, important people in his life. Owen who hides how much he cares by pretending not to care about anything at all not an act likely to fool the Master at all.
No all in all it’s for the best that it was only the two of us taken. Then again he will be furious, livid, irate and that’s if he’s in a good mood. He should be in a good mood this is after all quite a coup for him. Capturing the elusive Child, Martha Jones. I hope some of his demented humour comes out and he’s just glad to see her, us.
I don’t want to see him punish her. It would be one of those unforgivable things…
We’ve arrived. I clamber out of the back of the van, under heavy guard, helping Martha out after me. I pull her close when we’re on the ground, “It’ll be alright-”
“Easy for you to say but not all of us have a get out of jail free card,” she looks away from me as I flush but before I can reassure her I notice her puzzled look. “Where are we?”
I look around- Shit!
“I was expecting a plane to the Valiant.” she comments still looking around.
It’s a country estate. But not just any estate, “We’re home.”
“What?” she turns to me, even more puzzled now.
“His home. My home. This is where I grew up.”
Now she’s gone from puzzled back to plain horrified. We’re pushed all the way up the drive and the stairs and into the hallway, where I’m almost greeted by the housekeeper. Until that is she spots the cuffs on my wrists. She glares at them and the guards before huffing and storming off.
“What was that all about?” My attention is drawn back to Martha who is staring after Mrs Davies with a puzzled look on her face.
“She’s gone to get him and give him a piece of her mind most likely.”
“And he’ll let her?”
I open my mouth to respond but am interrupted by the guards who roughly push me into the sitting room and another one has grabbed Martha, twisting her arm up behind her back and growling in her ear for her to keep her trap shut. Suddenly he is thrown aside and Martha falls to the floor.
The Master, the cause of her captor’s fall, moves to help her to her feet. Holding her in his embrace he pushes her hair back off her face, “You’re crying,” he whispers softly and gently wipes her tears away. Then he spins on the hapless guard, still struggling to his feet. “No one lays a hand on my wife.” He growls out, raising his laser screwdriver and killing him.
Before the agonised squeals have even died out the Master has already turned his full attention to Martha, still held in his arms, “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you too badly did he?”
She rolls her eyes at him but shakes her head, “Other than kidnapping me and chaining me up and-” she doesn’t get to finish before his rage is back and he turns to his previously ignored audience.
Almost predictable, except it’s me he’s pissed at. “Ianto, how could you let them treat your stepmother like that?”
“Ex-stepmother!” She puts in and he turns back to her.
“Nope. I never did sign the divorce papers.” He smirks.
She huffs, “Bigamist,” before tossing herself into an armchair with a pout.
Now I’ve got dad’s attention again and he quirks an eyebrow at me, still waiting for his answer I shake my cuffed hands at him by way of answer and suddenly he’s glaring again- at least it’s at the guards.
“You hurt my wife and chain my son? Can any one of you think of a single reason I shouldn’t just kill you?” He hasn’t even pulled the laser screwdriver back out yet they’re already backing up in obvious terror.
I back off too, in the other direction towards Martha. I perch on the arm of her chair and we try to pretend he’s not about to kill a room full of people. We turn, surprised to hear the French windows opened, he takes them outside. I wonder why until Mrs Davies comes bustling in.
She takes one look at the pair of us and tosses a glare towards the French windows. “That oaf of a man! He’ll be the one cleaning up that mess in the corner unless he has a very good excuse.” She smiles brightly at me, “Troublemaker, will you be causing havoc in my household?”
I smile at her, “Of course.”
She laughs. “As it should be, as it should be. And you my dear,” Martha looks at her warily, “you must be Martha, the new lady of the house. Well you look more my sort and my little one likes you. Much better than that blonde monstrosity-”
There’s a growl behind her and my father comes back inside. “That’s my wife-”
“Bloody stupid woman if you ask me.”
“I didn’t.”
She sniffs her opinion of that and ignores him, she usually does unless she’s blaming him for something. “You know she didn’t eat a thing the whole time she was here- and it was over a week. What kind of a person doesn’t eat?”
Now he’s just frustrated, “Obviously she eats or else she’d be dead.” My father argues with her, he should really know better than now.
She just sniffs again, “Not so as you’d notice. Now this girl here looks to have a healthy appetite.” and she’s back to smiling at Martha.
Before Martha can react Dad jumps in, “Oh yes, my Martha-”
“I am not yours!”
“Not this again. Darling you are mine, quite obviously, if you weren’t I wouldn’t put so much effort in and I wouldn’t kill for you.”
The snort comes from Mrs Davies, “You, boy, would kill for the bloody dog! Of course the effort part is true enough. On the topic of killing though- why did you do that to my carpet?”
The Master actually blanches and I can feel sympathy having been the one under her glare often enough. “I… My house, my carpet. But ah, they hurt Martha and Ianto-”
“Hmm. Well that’s as may be but from now on I would appreciate more decorum with my things.” She turns her back on him, like a naughty child who’s now been dealt with, turning her attention once more onto Martha. Who if anything looks even more wary of Mrs Davies. I suspect it has a lot to do with how dad doesn’t even try to threaten her. “Now, angel, take your stepmother up to her room while your father and I-”
I shake my still cuffed wrists at her, she simply tutts and shakes her head. “Losing your touch Ianto? That’ll never do.” And she proceeds to pick the lock on the cuffs. First mine and then Martha’s.
Once she’s done I throw my arms around her for my welcome home hug. Then I take Martha’s arm.
“Ahem, don’t I get a hug?”
I turn to my dad and consider, “You kidnapped me-”
“I missed you.”
I glare and then I smile and then I do hug him, after all I missed him too.
On the walk to her room Martha seems distracted.
“Are you alright?”
“No.” She didn’t look at me, then she takes a deep breath a makes eye contact, “If he killed all the guards couldn’t we just leave?”
I shake my head as I open her room door. “There is a very advanced security system in place all around the house and grounds. Besides Mrs Davies would never allow it, she’s completely devoted to dad.”
“She scares me.” Martha says with a visible shiver.
“She shouldn’t.” I reply, although honestly there are times she manages to scare me. “She helped dad raise me after mam died. She’s the one who taught me how to cook and clean and-”
“And pick locks.”
I smile, “Yes that too. I’m crazy about her and so is dad. You’ll love her, she’s so much fun.”
“Oh I can imagine. How did you know which room to bring me to?” she asks, changing the subject as she walks around the room, looking at everything.
I wish she had stuck with the other awkward conversation. I sigh and pick up the delicate hand mirror and stroke it’s side. “This was my mother’s room.”
She puts down the picture she was examining and crosses over to sit beside me where I’m perched on the end of the bed. “I’m sorry.”
I stop her before she can say anything else. “It’s hardly your fault.”
“I- I can sleep somewhere else-”
“Don’t. She’d’ve loved you.”
“Her husband’s other wife?” She asks me incredulously and I smirk back at her.
“What do you think about Lucy?”
“A great distraction from me.” She answers me with a smile.
“She really would have loved you. The two of you would have teamed up together and drove dad nuts. Nuttier anyway. Besides she’d just be happy the room’s in use again, she was very practical.”
“She sounds nice. Except for the whole being crazy enough to marry him but hell who am I to quibble over that.”