The Gentlemen's "Guestroom"

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((ooc: gah there aren't a lot of guy characters are there? I think I got everyone who was in the abduction thread. Hopefully this will be good enough for everyone to start.))

His head hurt slightly when the world started to refocus. Only he wasn't where he had been. Not again... He was in a room now and there was no sign of Aixa. The Djinn had been troubled by something. Why didn't he just let me help? It was tearing him up inside to not know what had happened. Something about Pippa being kidnapped. He spun around realizing that he was in a room and there were other people. Pippa was no where in sight and neither were Tegan or Nyssa. There was only one man who didn't appear very happy about being pulled into this room (the Cutthroat).

With a half-hearted smile he was about to introduce himself when suddenly another man appeared in the room (the Master). The Doctor folded his hands together and put them behind his back as the energy slowly dissipated around the man. As soon as he was oriented his eyes locked on the Doctor and he felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this man. He wasn't a human wither he was Time lord; they both were. This Time lord that had just appeared though, he was sure that he knew him. It was faint, but he was certain that he had met one of the incarnations of this Time lord before. “I'm terribly sorry, but have we met?” He paused a moment as it suddenly came to him. It was the Master. “How did you escape from Xeriphas?!” He was sure he had trapped the Master last time he had seen him. That and he had some how managed to regenerate. The Doctor didn't want to think of the many twisted possibilities. There was something different about the look in his eye though. It looked like his mind had grown wilder since they'd last met.

He didn't have time to say anything else because before he knew it another man appeared in the room (the Nomad) and this man didn't waste any time. He threw himself against the doors and shouted “Where is Maria!?” He whirled around suddenly and the Doctor raised a hand to try and calm him down.

“Steady on... I don't know what's happening either.” He didn't like this. They were bringing a lot of Time Lords together.

Then someone else appeared and he recognized immediately who it was (Rio). He smiled at the Frenchman who had huddled into a corner by now. “Rio...?” Now he was utterly confused. Why would they take Rio?

He looked over the others and the room his brow furrowing. There was hardly anything in the room, only some beds and a food dispenser. What were they trying to do with all these Time Lords – and man – anyway?

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The Nomad was just about to say something to Aixa, trying to keep a good hold on Phantom, no they were not exactly married yet. But he made a promise to himself, The Shadow, Maria and to the unborn child that he was not going to let anything happen to Maria and the child, even at the cost of his own life. This was his new family as it was just starting out, he did not want anything to happen to his new family at all, he just wanted to sit back and watch his children grow, granted it will not be an easy event raising a family but it was one well worth participating in. The was a bright light, but before the Time Lord knew it, they landed.. somewhere, Maria ripped from his grasp, "Maria!" He yelled as he was guided away, of course he gave a struggle.

"Maria!" He yelled again as he was led someplace, he could not exactly see as The Nomad was still blinded by the light, but regained it just as they threw him into what appeared to be a cell. Without a moment to take in the surrounding or the fact there were others in the room he threw himself at the door, "Where's Maria?!" He yelled.

“Steady on... I don't know what's happening either.” He didn't like this. They were bringing a lot of Time Lords together.

The Nomad looked back at the other Time Lord, panting, trying to keep his temper in check, "How can I keep steady when they took my wife? She's pregnant Doctor." He told the other Time Lord, yeah he met The Doctor, but that was years ago as Leo's first incarnation, when he travelled to the parallel universe, where he met a young woman there who went by the name of Mack, no to the two did not get along but The Doctor, who was his fourth incarnation at the time, for some reason got the two to travel together.

He looked back at the door, he pounded on it hard, "Do anything to her and I will rip you lot apart! You hear me?!" He yelled before walking away from the door, pressing himself to the wall. He looked around finally and saw that there were other Time Lords.. even.. no, not The cutthroat too! Oh now The Nomad was really not happy, his wife taken away and now in the same room with another Time Lord that he did not get along with at all.

The Nomad hoped that what ever the Djinn wanted, that it will be over with soon. He stood there trying to figure out just what the Djinn wanted, a room full of Time Lords and one that is.. not a Time Lord? He raised a brow as he came up with several reasons why, but none of them would tell him if the out come will be good. This only made the Time Lord more worried about Maria, how was he going to explain to The Shadow that they were kidnapped by a Djinn?

He looked to The Doctor, "What do you think they want with us Doctor? Just a random guess will do." He told the other Time Lord. He hoped that The Cutthroat will not cause The Nomad any trouble while locked in this cell, as The Nomad glanced at the other Time Lord and back to The Doctor.

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Riocard was not very happy with his current situation. It was bad enough that the process of getting him there had felt as though someone were trying to rip the poor Frenchman in half. Now he was trapped in a room with no exit no windows and no hope for escape. Not like he was trying – the crazy man slamming on the door was doing all the ‘trying’ for him. He took a deep breath, and then looked up as the man mentioned something about “Maria”. Well, Maria was a very common name, but one could still hope. He had half the mind to ask if it was his Maria, but then remembered that the man was lunging around and slamming on doors and didn’t seem very ‘talkable’ at the moment.

So Rio kept his mouth shut and put his forehead on his knees, trying to catch his breath from the nearing panic attack. His chest was tightening and he was dizzy and his heart was racing and he was almost certain that today was the day that he was going to die which he wasn’t really too fond of because there was still a lot that he hadn’t done so no, he wasn’t keen on dying but apparently that didn’t because he was going to die anyway and there was nothing that anybody could do about it –

“Rio…?”

His head jerked up and his eyes widened in recognition. He got to his feet, wobbling to steady himself. “Doctor!” he chirped, swallowing his fear and looking around as cheerfully at the other men as he could muster. The rest of them didn’t seem particularly thrilled to be in the room, but neither was he. “I’d ask what you’re doing here, but I bet you have as much of a clue as I do.”

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Thump… thump… thump… thump… the ever beating, ever drumming, eternal, perpetual noise inside his head. What ever would he be without that noise? How he missed it as a corpse, as the dead, devoid of life, devoid of being. But then he had been brought back from the dead and his wife, his Lucy had betrayed him…. yet again. She had taken his life once and then ruined his grand re-entrance into the land of the living.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… Then there was the end of time; when Gallifrey threatened to take over Earths place in the Milky Way’s solar system, and he… the Doctor and himself once again facing off. He had so much power, even broken. He had taken over the entire human race. But then his plans had been spoiled and at last he learned the truth. The Time Lord’s themselves, they were the cause of all of his years of suffering. Since he was 8 years old, a mere blink of an eye, everyone thought him mad. And maybe he was. But who made him that way? Rassilon.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… But he had gotten his revenge. He had sent the Time Lords back into hell, back into the time lock that kept them and held them prisoner for all of eternity. They were now as good as dead. But he should have gone with them, he had gone to the other side with them, of this he was sure. But something, some force reached into the time lock and pulled him back.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… Upon entry back into the living world he realized something was wrong. He could feel it. It was as before. His energies flagging at a rapid rate… and he was so hungry. He found a dumpster and started to devour whatever contents he could find, anything to offset the depleted energies rushing from him. He was dying, he could feel it. But he didn’t want to let go without a fight. However, the loss of the energy he had used against Rassilon was to be his doom, but The Master decided that it was worth the cost.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… But someone was watching. The Master could feel the eyes upon him. “I’ll kill you!” The Master warned; his hunger never ebbing. He looked at the newcomer with the glassy stare of the walking dead. He barely managed to register the being before him before getting hit full force with ablast of glorious energy that filled his being and quenched his seemingly, never ending hunger.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… The next thing he knew, the being had stopped his welcome on-slaughter of electric charge and stepped closer, and then a brilliant flash and they were gone.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… The Master found himself falling. Falling to the ground in a ungraceful heap on the floor. He lay there for just a moment before looking up into the familiar eyes of the Doctor. But this wasn’t the Doctor he knew anymore. This was the Doctor of a long ago past. When he still had life, when he hadn’t been the broken wreck he now was.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… “Doctor…” his voice croaked out, his voice sounding strange to even himself.

How did you escape from Xeriphas?

Thump… thump… thump… thump… As if the Doctor had ever kept him imprisoned or trapped anywhere for long. Even in death he had always managed to find a way back. The Master slowly stood as the Doctor talked to other people in the room, but the Master didn’t care about them. He was completely focused on the Doctor. He took a step, two, and when he was within distance; the Master looked at the Doctor standing all proud and noble, it was disgusting, he thought. Right before he gave the Doctor his most charming smile and then, WACK! Pulled back and decked him as hard as he possible could.

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It came back slowly.
The Djinn, the salt...wait, where am I?

No windows, doors, or anything for that matter, and I don't think my knife can cut through the wall- wait...my knife...

He checked his pockets again...that Djinn must of taken it with him, but something more interesting was in this room.

So...the famous Doctor, finally get to meet him in the flesh, too bad my knife isn't here to meet him too...

He felt like a declawed cat without his knife, that Djinn better not put a scratch on it, or I tell ya...

More important matters though, another man had appeared in the room, and if The Cutthroat wasn't mistaken...

“How did you escape from Xeriphas?!”

Yep, probably the Master.

Then another man, who the Cutthroat recognized as the Nomad appeared, he didn't seem happy, something about a pregnant wife...

"Do anything to her and I will rip you lot apart! You hear me?"

"There's not a lot you can do..."

He couldn't help feeling sorry for the guy...The Cutthroat noticed him glance over to him, he could see the fear in his eyes, he turned out his pockets and put on a mock sad face.

Then the other man talked, French, probably gay, or it could just be that he's French.

Then The Master did what the Cutthroat thought he would, and punched the Doctor right in the face, a smile on his face the whole time, this would all be part of their plan of course, noone in their right mind would put The Doctor and The Master in the same room for any other reason but to watch them fight, The Cutthroat thought back to what the Djinn said about regeneration...maybe this was the start...

But first things first, getting out of here, The Cutthroat started to run his hands along the walls of this cell, there must be a way out of here...

But there may not be either.

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All the sudden commotion was all so confusing. It hadn't taken long for everyone to start hustling about. He didn't blame them either, he was keeping any eye on the Master himself. The Nomad yelled back at him. At first he was confused that he knew him, but when the Doctor looked closely he recognized him. He had met him in his fourth incarnation, but it looked as if the Nomad had regenerated a few times since their last meeting. And the Nomad was married. how good for him. He couldn't help but smile at the wonderful news that his wife was pregnant, but it didn't last long. They were not in a good situation to catch up with each other.

Then Rio finally got up looking in an awful state. “I’d ask what you’re doing here, but I bet you have as much of a clue as I do.”

The Doctor nodded at him in a thoughtful manner. “It does seem that we're in a very puzzling predicament.” It was nothing that they couldn't figure out eventually. He placed a hand on Rio's shoulder in a reassuring way though it probably wouldn't so much. He was mostly trying to keep a level head for his own sake. If they all let the confusion take over then there would be no progress made. So he took a breathe to steady himself, his eyes still watching the Master as he got up from the ground and croaked out his name.

A wild look filled his eyes and a smile was on his lips. There was never anything right with the way the Master's mind worked, but this... There was just something deeply wrong. The Doctor lowered both his hands and kept a straight gaze on the Master now as the other Time Lord slowly started to creep closer to him. It was true he hadn't expected Xeriphas to be a permanent solution. It was also true that the Master had changed – however he had managed to this time – but by now the Master would have responded to his question. Gone off about how he was so much smarter then the Doctor or something. So if the Master wasn't a part of this plot then who in their right mind would stick them in the same room? His brow sunk when the Master came close and gave a rather charming smile-

WHACK!

It was almost to unbelievable to describe. “Did... Did you just hit me?” He mumbled as he held his jaw. The pain ran through his skull and for one moment his vision blacked out. Once he felt reoriented he turned back to face the Master. He was just smiling not saying a word. Rage filled the Doctor he needed an explanation, “Now listen here!” He stopped himself though because there was something just wrong. The Master was even more insane to the point of petty violence, “I refuse to sink to your level,” He spat angrily, “I don't know what's happened to you, but you'd better leave well enough alone! You're a prisoner here too so I suggest we both try and find out what all this is about hmm?” He stepped away from the Master, but kept his eyes trained on him. He didn't need to tell him that he would be watching him. That was implied.

"What do you think they want with us Doctor? Just a random guess will do."

His eyes were still keenly trained on the Master when the Nomad had spoken up. He thought for a moment then figured he might as well give a guess and maybe they could formulate until they came up with an answer, “They've brought a lot of Time Lords here. They probably want some sort of information. Doesn't explain why Rio is here.” He thought a little more his eyes not straying for one moment from the Master. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him, “Rio, didn't you once tell me you had traveled in a TARDIS?”

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His eyes were still keenly trained on the Master when the Nomad had spoken up. He thought for a moment then figured he might as well give a guess and maybe they could formulate until they came up with an answer, “They've brought a lot of Time Lords here. They probably want some sort of information. Doesn't explain why Rio is here.” He thought a little more his eyes not straying for one moment from the Master. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him, “Rio, didn't you once tell me you had traveled in a TARDIS?”

The Nomad looked to Cutty to see him showing that he was unarmed, he felt like some weight on his shoulders lifted some. He looked back to The Doctor, "Well if they have Time Lords, a Time Lady or Time Ladies.. or if Rio did travel in a TARDIS.. what are they chances the Djinn are snatching up travel companions of the Lords of Time?" He asked, "I say they are after something that we know about or something.. I do not think this is a friendly get together since they snatched us all up with no warning." The Nomad added.

Looking down he felt as though worry was eating away at him, just as Aixa told him when he last saw the Djinn as his second incarnation, that something nice will happen since the Nomad experienced nothing but loneliness and depression that he would receive something wonderful. And it did happen, he got Maria and a child.. well unborn one but hey it still counts as wonderful, and now he wondered what lengths the Djinn will go to get what they want, "What lengths do you think they will go Doctor? Do you think they know how to kill a Time Lord or Time Lady?" The thought of the Djinn possibly knowing how was just making him that much more worried and anxious to get out of the cell and find Maria.

He made a promise to The Shadow that he would protect Maria and the child with his life, no matter what the cost, and he admitted that if he lost one or both that it would destroy The Nomad. He pressed himself to the wall and slid down to the floor to a sit, running his fingers through his hair as he thought of not just what the Djinn could possibly want but how to escape.

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Rio’s smile slipped slightly as he looked around. It seemed that they all knew each other, which lent itself to the possibility that Rio was the only human. “It does seem that we’re in a very puzzling predicament,” the Doctor admitted, and Rio lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. He had been trapped before, but it was nothing like this. After the man who had been slamming on the doors had turned around, the doors had vanished, leaving them in what appeared to be a box. A comfortable box, sure, but one with no hope of escape.

He brushed the Doctor’s hand off his shoulder idly, sticking his hands in his pockets. The Frenchman looked around curiously. His eyes returned to the Doctor as the other guy – who looked even more exhausted and dirty than Rio himself – punched him. The Frenchman tilted his head, ready to take action if the Doctor needed it. But he seemed to be handling himself just fine as he went off on the guy.

Yeesh, what a bunch of psychos.

“They’ve brought a bunch of Time Lords here. They probably want some sort of information.” Rio sighed and would have flopped down on one of the beds, but he figured he should at least pretend to be a reasonable adult. “Doesn’t explain why Rio is here.”

“My dashing good looks? My charming smile? The ineffable way I simply live up a kidnap—”

“Rio, didn’t you once tell me you had traveled in a TARDIS?”

Oh, right. Or that. Riocard nodded, watching as the two other men began looking around for an escape. He sighed… clearly if someone could take all of them without much of a struggle, they wouldn’t have made it easy for them. “Yes,” he replied, green eyes returning to the Doctor. “For three years… with the Phantom,” Rio said, deciding not to mention that they had really been the only good three years of his life.

But to her, they had probably just been three years of having an excitable French roommate.

“Even if they did want information, I don’t know why they would talk to me…” he said, feeling rather unimportant. He hadn’t learned anything that could help anyone. If he did, he certainly would have been trying to help as many people as he could.

Then one of the men – the one who had been slamming against the door that simply wasn’t there anymore – asked something about something taking the ‘Lords of Time’ and their companions. “What is a ‘jen’ and why would they want you guys? And anyway, if they were looking for information, why haven’t they asked anyone anything?” he asked.

And then, he sniffed. He followed his nose rather dreamily to a jar hidden by one of the beds. “Chocolate!” he said cheerfully, grabbing the jar. And there were more. So many more. He squirmed happily. “Chocolate! How bad can they be? They gave us chocolate!” he chirped brightly.

Oh yes, Rio had just found his own personal paradise. It wasn’t to be helped – he hadn’t had anything to eat for around a week. He’d been surviving on water and juice and his iron determination to ignore the hunger pains valiantly.

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Almost as in reply to Rio's question, the chamber had been opened only wide enough for a barely conscious man to be thrown in. He was dressed only in a pair of dark denim jeans. Nathaniel slumped to the ground with a groan and curled into the fetal position, trembling. His arms, neck, and torso seemed to be covered in blood, still freely bleeding from tiny pin sized holes in his flesh. Each tiny wound was horribly swollen and a tinge of purple from internal bleeding under each pin prick.

Still firmly stuck into the left side of his neck and the soft curve of his collar bone were four brassy colored needles with soft red feather tufts at the end. Nathaniel's body looked as though he had been the experiment of acupuncture gone horribly wrong. Rather than be pierced to ease pain, these needles were placed to inflict excruciating agony to the victim. Nathaniel weakly reached to the side of his neck with his right arm and visibly flinched as his finger made the needle move, even though he barely touched it. He drew in short shallow breaths as though it was too painful to do otherwise and gripped the needle. His face contorted into one of agony and bared his clenched teeth, now breathing so hard, jets of spit escaped from between his teeth.

With the sudden jerk of his arm, he ripped the needle from his neck and a hot jet of blood squirted from his neck and freely bled. The scream was as though someone had just set his body on fire. After a moment, he silenced and opened one eye just enough to look at the needle tightly clenched in his fingers. The tip was a barbed monstrosity, bits of his muscle and flesh still tightly wrapped in it's sadistic point. Though he was not crying, his eyes were full of tears. He just couldn't bring himself to pull out the remaining three. Yet while they were in place, he had no use of his left arm.

He remained on his side trembling for a moment before forcing himself onto his knees and weakly made his way to a wall and rested his back against it. He reached up to his temple with his only usable arm and groaned. His migraine was in full swing, throbbing painfully at the front and back of his head. And he didn't have his aspirin anymore. He was only barely aware of the others in the room, but was in too much pain to care. There was only so much pain the human body was meant to endure, and his oh so gracious hosts had more than exceeded it.

Now that the pain was beginning to ebb away, excluding the pounding migraine, and his adrenaline was no longer pumping to try and combat the pain, tears began to roll from his eyes. Those mossy green eyes forced themselves open to observe his surroundings. He didnt recognize any of these faces.

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Thump… thump… thump… thump…

“I refuse to sink to your level”

“Oh, but you will Doctor, you will sink to my level and then plummet so much lower…” It felt so good to take out his anger and frustration out on his old nemesis. The Master felt more alive than he had in what seemed like ages. Whatever was done to him, he was no longer the starving wretch he had been. He could think now, about more than just mere survival. But he was sure it would last, his body was made from death all it could do in the end was die.

"You're a prisoner here too so I suggest we both try and find out what all this is about hmm?”

Thump… thump… thump… thump… The Master went to take a step forward then he stopped in mid step, as if for a moment he was frozen in time. A particular expression of pain erupting and as this happened what appeared to be a flash of blue electrical energy enveloped him, exposing the Masters very bones from underneath his skin. He stumbled slightly in the process. An uncontrollable sound of rage bursting forth from his mouth. His fists balled up tight less he let the energies loose. Then it was over.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… The Master glared at the Doctor, “this is all your fault,” he stated, deciding that the Doctor was to blame for all things. And with those words and a look of loathing directed at each and every person in the room he walked over to the nearest empty bed and let himself fall into it. Not sure if he cared whether they got out of this or not, not even sure he cared why they were there.[/blockquote]

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Fitz Kreiner didn’t believe in genies. He’d met a lot of weird things during his travels with the Doctor. He’d met up with elves during the Second World War. He’d had chips and beer with a werewolf. He’d been mugged by a unicorn. There wasn’t much that could surprise him by now, he figured. Still, Fitz was utterly and completely sure that genies did not exist. The Doctor himself had told him about some creatures that existed on a separate plane, that could control reality using their energy, and hey, it sounded pretty believable when he threw the technobabble at him.

But Fitz Kreiner didn’t believe in genies.

Regardless of his feelings, however, there was a great ball of red energy. The Doctor had pushed Fitz away from it and demanded for it not to take him, and the little blob – beginning to form its body in the basic shape of a human – merely looked at it him with a tilted head. Fitz could feel its confusion as it observed the Time Lord.

We don’t need two, it had said, except it didn’t move its mouth or… or… where did floating masses of energy even speak from anyway?

So the energy had exploded, and Fitz could feel himself being torn apart and reassembled before he was dropped rather rudely on a hard floor. He blinked up at the ceiling. “Doctor?” he asked wearily, sitting up and rubbing his skull. It didn’t need two what? He felt his pockets hopefully, searching for his cigarettes. He must have left them in his jacket… in the TARDIS… with the Doctor. “Doctor…?”

“Oh.” They must not have brought him, then… or he was in a separate room. Fitz felt a pang of anxiety as he thought of the Time Lord on his own. The Doctor could clearly take care of himself, but with the amnesia episodes coming on more and more often, Fitz hated to leave the man by himself. The Doctor was his best friend.

He looked around at the rest of the people in the room. They were other males, he noted with a small amount of disappointment. If he was going to be held against his will, it could have at least been with some pretty ladies… right? One of the men was sprawled out on the bed, one of the others was eating chocolate as though he was a starved animal, two of the others were checking the ceiling – for something Fitz obviously couldn’t see – and yet another was on the ground covered in blood, while the other was wearing a stick of celery.

An odd bunch.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Fitz asked, kneeling next to the bloody man curiously.

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The Nomad looked to the doorway as it was opened and a half dressed, bloodied up man was pushed into the room. Leo immediately recognized him, "Nate!" Jumping down from where he was, the Time Lord rushed over to his friend's side. The Nomad looked to Fitz then back down to Nathanial, "This must be a torture method." He said as the Nomad looked at the small puncture wounds, he looked to fitz again, "Will you help me get him to a bed mate?" He asked as Leo moved to as gently as possible get the man to his feet.

"Easy Nate! It's me.. Leo." He said as the Time Lord eased the man over to the bed and laid him down on it. Looking down at Nathanial he ran a hand through his hair, "So they are taking anyone that has had contact with a Time Lord? How many people will that make?" He looked around the room and realized that not everyone was trying to figure out what was going on, then recognized Rio, when he and Magpie were in Africa.. with the help of Maria, they rescued the lad's father. Yeah the boy was in his TARDIS, but the boy never time traveled with him or Maria so why? Wait time travel?

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly starting to come together now, but for now, he had to help Nathanial get as comfortable as possible.

"Sorry I do not have any aspirin.. But I can help you block the pain.." He said quietly as Leo put Nate into what should have been, a more comfortable position on the bed than on his side. Putting a hand to the base of Nathanial's neck he delivered some nerve blockage to block as much of the headache and body pain as he could.

"How does that feel?" Nomad asked Nate, then looked to Fitz, "Thanks for the help mate." He held a hand out in a hand shake, "I'm The Nomad. you can call me Leo."

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The Doctor nodded at Rio when he said that he had in fact traveled in a TARDIS before. That would explain why all of these people were here together. It definitely has something to do with Time Travel. He put a hand to his chin as he mulled over who these people could possibly be, but his eyes ended up straying towards the Master yet again. He whispered to the Doctor that it was all his fault, which caused the Doctor to straighten up slightly and place his hands in his pockets. This was a far different Master and by the looks of how he simply flopped onto the bed he could tell that he was far more disillusioned then before. A sadness suddenly came over the Doctor as he looked at this man who he used to call a friend back in their academy days.

“What lengths do you think they will go Doctor? Do you think they know how to kill a Time Lord or Time Lady?" He heard the Nomad ask, but the words sort of wavered over him as he kept his thoughts focused on the Master. He was about to speak up again, when all of a sudden another person came through the doors. He turned around sharply and gave a startled gasp when he saw the darts sticking out of the back of his neck. The man pulled one out then looked at them in an exasperated and confused way. The Doctor took a step towards him, but before he could do or say anything else another man appeared in the room, but this man appeared to be in better health then the other.

“Doctor...?” The Doctor stared at the man with wide eyes when he heard his name being called.

Do I know this man? Should I know this man? His brows furrowed as the man and the Nomad moved the injured man onto a bed. Apparently the Nomad knew this injured man, which would mean that he has possibly time traveled as well. And if the man who has just come knows me and is a future companion then we all have something in common... He was walking towards the Nomad and the other two as he mulled over these thoughts. He ended up right next to Fitz as he stared down at Nathaniel lying in the bed. The Nomad seemed to have the situation well under control so the Doctor didn't need to bother him in any way.

“I'm sorry, but do I know you?” He directed the question towards Fitz, “You were just calling my name when you arrived here.” It was more then likely that this man was a future companion, but he wanted to be certain before he went assuming anything. His eyes strayed away when he noticed out of the corner of his eye Rio eating some chocolate from under the bed. Now it was true that the man was poor and probably hadn't had any real food for a while, but that was not a good excuse for him to go and eat strange chocolate. Although it seemed that these people wanted to keep them alive so he dismissed it for the moment and returned his attention back to Fitz and the Nomad.

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Rio stood from the bed, backing into a corner as more people began to arrive. He wouldn’t have minded the crowd – they seemed to be… decent company, at least – but being held in a room with no escape and a crowd was beginning to make the claustrophobic man’s head spin. He retreated back to his corner and continued to eat the chocolate the ‘jen’ had left him. He’d never heard of them before, and that was saying something! He’d traveled with Maria for several years. And during those several years, he’d met a lot of strange things. Except maybe he had heard of them…

He pulled his knees to his chest and stared at the blood-covered man. He looked away as the shirtless man ripped barbs out of his chest. Rio winced, knowing how badly things like that hurt. “You shouldn’t just rip them out,” he said quietly, and cringed as he proceeded to continue just ripping them out. He felt for his bag instinctively, knowing he would need to stitch up the man and disinfect him. But…

Another wave of panic hit him as he looked around frantically for the multi-colored and oddly patterned satchel. He must… he must have left it when the creature transported him there. “No, no, no…” he muttered, gripping the rosary tightly. At least before he’d thought he had some form of protection. The other man had mentioned not having his knife, and Rio realized belatedly that it meant he didn’t have his. Or Maggie’s hair, or… the photo of his papa and mama.

Don’t panic, people will stare, his mind whispered, and he nodded to himself. Sometimes that little voice in his head made a lot of sense! He stood to his feet shakily, downing another few bars of chocolate. The man – the Nomad – the… wait, what?

“I’m The Nomad. You can call me Leo.”

“YOU!”

Rio flapped his arms excitedly, not realizing that he had shouted. “I know you! You’re Maggie’s papa! You saved me! When I was a boy, do you remember? You saved my papa. You and Maria,” Rio said, bouncing up and down. “Maria… you were calling out her name when… and then you said your wife… and… pregnant…”

Slowly, the pieces were beginning to fall together. Rio stared up at him, feeling a slight twinge of hurt that Maria hadn’t told him anything after he’d left. Not that she was obligated to… he’d left her, so why would she tell him of her marriage? Of her pregnancy? And if they were married, did that mean Maria was Maggie’s mama?

“Um…” He took a step back, remembering how Maggie would always dodge Rio’s questions when he asked if her papa knew about ‘them’. “Are Maggie and Maria here?”

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He honestly hadn't heard the Frenchman's suggestion of not pulling the barbs out. The ringing in his ears was just too loud from the migraine pounding away in his head. He felt a pair of hands on him and his immediate reaction was to punch the man in the throat, but his dominant arm just hung there, limp and useless. He made little protest to being moved, mostly because he was too exhausted, but also, he'd come to realize they weren't planning to hurt him. Well, most of them probably weren't.

Nate chuckled rather weakly at Leo as the man helped him to the bed. As soon as the Leo had numbed down the nerves in his body, Nate sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed. He would have liked very much to have vomited then, but there was nothing in his stomach to do so with. Those dark green eyes looked up at Leo and he smirked. "What the hell happened to your face? You look horrible." Making a playful comment towards his regeneration.

He listened idly at the conversations around him, smiling a bit at the mention that Leo was now married, with a daughter and a child on the way. He would have liked to have congratulated him but, something one of his torturers had said. A very bright blue eyed boy, made it adamantly clear that if he didnt cooperate, he'd kill his daughter.. He didn't even realize he'd had one until today. When Nate had begged the boy questions about his child, the young man seemed to enjoy answering them, seeming to know that it was a better form of torture than anything else he could have done since Nate seemed to have a rather high pain tolerance.

He gripped Leo's arm tightly with his one usable arm, begging his old friend to look at him "They have Yvellyn. I... I didnt even know about her until today" His throat visibly went tight. He'd often told Leo that if he'd ever had a child he wanted a daughter. "The Goddess never even told me. She just left... Oh god, She was pregnant, Leo and I didnt know"

His head went to his hands. Nate never cried, not in 20 years had anything ever made him cry. But the man's eyes were definitely welling with tears. "She's outside her time line.. She should be nearly thirteen now... but They tell me she's eight.. She must be so frightened" Not realizing that Yvie wasn't technically aware of where she was. That Yvie was only a vessel for something cruel and twisted. The boy had delightfully neglected to mention that.