AN: A short idea I got for a oneshot from The Master's speach in the end of the second season of Doctor Who.
"This country has been sick, this country needs healing, this country needs medicine - in fact I'd go so far as to say that, what this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor."
"Doctor, what are we going to do?" Martha's voice cracked a bit and there was something desperate in it.
"We're going to stop him." Martha rolled her eyes. "But first, we're going to visit an old friend of mine." This got raised eyebrows from both Jack and Martha.
"Who?" Jack demanded.
The Doctor looked worried. "You'll see. Come along!" He said as he took off down the street, leaving them with no choice but to follow.
They arrived before a house in a suburb in London that neither of them knew the name of. The house was light blue with a TARDIS-blue door. The Doctor stepped forward and knocked three times.
There was a crash at the other side of the door and a few muttered obscenities before they heard footsteps approaching. The door slammed open, nearly hitting the Doctor in the face and they came face to face with a furious, obviously sick, blonde, atrractive female. "What do you want?" She barked before seemingly realizing who was at her door and blinking in surprise. "Doctor? What are you…?" She broke of coughing, sounding like she was trying to cough up a lung. The Doctor was at her side instantly, rubbing her back.
"I'm fine," she wheezed. "Come in." They followed her to what looked to be a living room. She sat down on a forest green couch and gestured for them to do the same. The Doctor sat beside her on the couch as Jack and Martha sat down in two of the three armchairs of the same colour as the couch.
"How are you feeling?" The Doctor asked, concern shining through in his voice. Martha found herself slightly jealous but quickly squashed that feeling.
"How do you think I'm bloody feeling?!" The woman snapped. "My government is corrupt and the prime minister isn't even human and I can't do anything about it!"
Jack raised an eyebrow. She knew about the Master? And what did that have to do with her health?
She sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's not your fault."
"No, it is kind of my fault. But don't worry, I'm definitely going to stop him," the Doctor assured her. "Who knows, maybe no aliens will invade for a while."
"Yeah," she chuckled weakly. "They've really got to stop popping in around Christmas. Having a nice normal Christmas dinner with my family is impossible enough without the aliens."
"I don't doubt that. How is the family?" Jack and Martha had pretty much given up on following the conversation and were only listening in case the Doctor would explain it later or they suddenly said something relevant that they actually could understand.
"Scottie, Dylan and Seamas are all sick though not as bad as me. Gráinne caught a cold, the others are all fine … for now anyway."
"At least the sickness is a sign that you're fighting him, who knows what would happen if you gave in and accepted him as Prime minister, the world would be doomed." The Doctor chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah, now you go off and stop him while I stay here and keep resisting. You better hurry up." She gave him a fond smile.
"Will do! I'll see you after all this is over." The Doctor dragged the confused looking Martha out with him as the confused looking Jack followed looking over his shoulder at the strange woman one last time.
"Who was that?" Martha asked when they were out of the house.
The Doctor looked at her and gave a huge grin. "That was England."
AN: Scottie, Dylan, Seamas and Gráinne are Scotland, Wales, Northen Ireland and Ireland respectively.