Secrets With Problems 6/8

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Rating: PG-13 (swearing, violence, innuendo, torture implied)
Summary: The Master? The Master! How did he come back? And what does he want with Owen?
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood.
AN: I don’t know anything about ordering, what’s served or how it’s served over in Wales.

 

 

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“Jack, excellent. I may need your help to bring down this enemy. He’s going into a public area.”

“Where are you, Doctor?”

“Right around a few pubs. I just past a church on the way here.”

“Doctor, Owen’s heading there now.”

“You sent him to follow me.”

“He ran away.”

“Jack, get over here now.”

“Doctor, who is the enemy?”

“The Master.”

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“The Master? Any particular reason why you thought that I shouldn’t know?”

“Because you would be reacting the same way you are now. I didn’t want an overreaction on your or Martha’s part.”

“Overreactions. Yeah, we would overreact; Martha’s family and my team were defenseless against him. My team, the ones that are trained to deal with threats, were defenseless. What the hell do you think he’ll do now?”

“Jack, get over here. He’s heading into an area of people. Grab your people and we surround him. I’m not taking any chances this time. He tried to get Turlough but I’m not going to let him do it again. Get over here now.”

Jack listened to the silent phone while Ianto came over. “Jack?”

“Grab your gear. And tell Gwen to meet us in the pub section Owen ran to. Alien threat, humanoid. It’s the Doctor’s enemy.”

“How will we recognize him?”

“I’m not sure.”

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“Large fish with chips,” the cook yelled from behind the counter. Owen grabbed his plate before heading back to a booth set far back in the corner. He was watching out for the two guys. I am not that guy’s son.

‘Well, you weren’t her son. You were her sister’s bastard child that she was left with.’

She was lying about that, too. Grandma didn’t have to push her too hard.

‘But she didn’t help her out. Think about it, same hair color. You didn’t match either of them in hair color.’

She pushed Grandma out after he died. She didn’t accept it. Hair color doesn’t perfectly match. And for all you know, he could be dyeing it. I matched more of Mom than anything.

‘Mom wasn’t with just any guy. Maybe he’s the James Harper she wrote about.’

That Doctor guy kept calling him Jack.

‘Maybe he was using a different name at the time.’

Owen stopped having the conversation in his head when someone sat across from him. It was the man called the Doctor. “Hello, you’re Owen, correct?”

“Look, I don’t know what that guy’s lie is, but I’m not his son.”

“I disagree; you are his son. I can tell.” He snatched a chip off his plate and started munching it.

“I look nothing like the guy.”

“Some things run deeper than the physiological looks on the person.”

“Like what?”

“It’s not easy to explain, and I would explain it better somewhere else where people can’t hear us.” This time, he stole a fish and got slapped for it. It still went in his mouth though.

“Why?”

He leaned in closer. “We have an enemy nearby. Your father’s and mine, and he would not hesitate to kidnap you.”

“He’s not my father.”

“Fine, come back with me and I’ll prove it.” He reached for another chip.

Another smack. “Get your own.”

“It’s much easier to steal yours. Then you can’t use food as an excuse. And you can use the bathroom on the TARDIS. No more excuses.”

“Right, but you forgot about me,” another voice intervened. Another man came to the booth. He sat down with Owen. “I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Harold Tremas.” Owen had a quick flash of the man standing over him with a knife.

“Get out of here. Or it won’t be me you have to face.”

“Now, why would I want to do that?” His arm went around Owen’s shoulders and his hand went on his thigh. Owen tried to squirm away, but the arm tightened and the hand went for something along his right side. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at Owen.

“You know Jack’s on the way here.”

“Ah, the Freak. How I missed him. He was quite the punching bag. Maybe I should take him,” he pondered, running his hand through Owen’s hair. He jerked away, only to have his head pulled back. “He would make a good replacement, seeing as how he became like the Freak.”

A click to the back of the Master’s head brought their attention to Jack, holding his Webley. “Let go of him, now.”

“You’re not in a position to give me orders, Freak.” He pushed the gun into his side and brought him closer. It was then he noticed that all the people had left the area. Ianto came to the right side of him and Gwen came in behind the Doctor. All three were pointed at him. The Doctor stood up.

“You don’t have a choice.” Owen used his moment of distraction to grab the fork off of the table. He held it under his arm when Harold turned back.

“Oh, but I do.” He cocked the gun and moved it to just under Owen’s head. He took this time to jam the fork into his thigh. While it didn’t go in as far as it should have, it being plastic and snapping off, it did have a desired effect of him focusing on the fork part stuck in his thigh. Owen, with Ianto’s help, moved out of his arm range. He stepped back further behind them as Jack pulled him out and handcuffed him.

“Doctor, what do you want to do with him?”

“I’ll keep him on the TARDIS. One of the rooms can be made up to accommodate him.”

 “Ianto, open the trunk.”

“Jack!” Owen started snickering as they exited the place. Everyone came back in after they exited. Gwen went over to a waiting car with Rhys in the driver’s seat. The Doctor walked down the main street.

“Ianto, you’re driving.” Jack opened the other back door to force Harold on a seat. Owen stood far from the SUV as they started. “Owen, get in.”

He shook his head. “Who are you? And tell the truth.”

Jack got out of the car. “Listen to me. I assume you overheard us talking after you woke up. Everything I said was true. I am your father.”

He started to get angry. “Liar, my mother wrote about a James, not a Jack.”

“I was undercover, trying to find an illegal trader on the black market. I used the name James Harper. I met your mother when she was working in the store front. I started to go out with her to get to her boss. Now will you please get in the SUV?”

Some of the anger abated, but it was replaced by a slightly lost look. “I want proof. How do I know?”

“I have papers back where I work. They tell everything about what I did. Please get in the SUV.” He nodded and climbed into the passenger seat.

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