It's all AU.

Soon after he was certain Jack was out quite cold, the Master has shifted them around his back was to the wall and Jack more on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Jack, and alternately meditated, worried, and dozed.

Sitting on the floor holding a loved one after they had flipped out and then passed out was nothing new to him. An experience hadn't been hoping to visit again, but he could deal, with a fair amount of grace.

He was actually grateful the Jack had simply passed out. He remembered tranquilizing the Doctor after wrenching the blaster away from him, in that desperate moment when he finally, finally realized. A lot of things.

Again, not an experience he wanted to revisit.

Spike was pacing round and round the bedroom, fed-up and just about ready to hit something. He'd been stuck inside for days, ever since the incident in the warehouse. He hadn't dared tell Lane what had happened, but he hadn't dared set foot outside either, not after only narrowly escaping from the warehouse before Jack, the Doctor and the Master had come back to deal with him. He'd put his coat over his head and made a run for it, dodging into building after building till he got back to the hotel, and he'd been stuck ever since.

He cast a disgruntled look round at the lovely room he and Lane had chosen, that had almost magically appeared for them. Even a huge tub and a massive bed lost their lustre after days of nothing else.

He heard a sound at the door and froze, listening hard, and only relaxing once he was certain it was Lane returning.