Chapter 1: The missing memories
"...Kate...! Where are you Katieeee...!
The doctor will see you noooow!
Katieeee!"
I was hiding underneath the thick blanket the others had given me. Trying not to hyperventilate turned out a bit harder than I'd thought. I kept hearing his voice, high pitched like a child playing a game of hide and seek, but we both knew that this was a game only one of us could win. And the end of our game would decide the fate of the world itself.
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Before you can truly understand the scene you just read, you have to know the full story. The following might seem impossible, improbable, and hard to believe, but it's all true, this is the story of how I met the Master, and how my nice, orderly life went from normal, to downright insane.
It all started one nice morning, with birds chirping outside my window and all that other cliched crap that usually implies that the day would be nice and peaceful, nothing out of the ordinary at all.
I woke up, stretching my sore muscles after my long, fruitful sleep (more like two hours of sleep). It was around six in the morning, so I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I lived in a modest 2 storey house near the centre of London, England; along with my mom and my ginger tabby called Ginger (creative right?).
"Hey Ginge! Isn't it a wonderful morning?", Ginger ignored me and walked towards her food bowl. -_-'.
I looked at our old (as in older than me) fridge and noticed that my mom had left a note telling me to make my own food, apparently she'd been running late for work and hadn't managed to cook anything. I could totally tell she must have been really cranky, because we both knew I wasn't to be trusted near ANY items in the kitchen, I'd even managed to burn water once, WATER! How does that even happen, it's probably one of life's greatest mysteries.
I turned on the news as I munched on my plain wheat cereal, my mom was a total health nut, something I hated due to my immense sweet tooth. I had to get my sugar fix at friends house or by sneaking into candy and cake shops. ^_^'
All of a sudden, I stopped eating. On the tv screen, the news turned weird, a picture of a very familiar man was shown as the news anchor kept talking : "And now for breaking news, new PM member Harold Saxon has been chosen for the historic task of leading the Archangel Network satellites into space as for the first time, all communication networks will be connected to each other, thus leading to a new age for our planet. As not many of you are aware, Harold Saxon was elected as a PM member earlier this week, and is so far proving to be one of the most promising and able leaders of tomorrow. We'll speak more on the Archangel Network on our next broadcast later at 4..."
I was no longer listening. 'Harold Saxon, the Archangel Network'? What was going on?! As far as I knew, this was exactly what happened in the third season finale of Doctor Who!
Both me and my mom were very devoted Whovians, we'd watched all the episode together up until the season 6 finale. I even owned a few sonic screwdrivers, the fourth and eleventh doctors'.
I quickly sped up into my bedroom and noticed something I'd missed in my drunken moments after I awoke. All my Doctor Who stuff was gone. My room looked almost exactly the same, the walls were still the light lavender colour they'd always been, my writing desk was there along with my bed, and all my other random items, but there were some missing. And they all had something to do with Doctor Who.
I quickly called my mom. " Hello?"
"Mom! Did you hide all of my doctor who stuff? What kind of joke are you playing at?! Do you know how expensive..."
My mom quickly spoke: "Sweetie, calm down. What are you talking about? What's Doctor Who? What stuff?"
I realized something was wrong. She honestly sounded like she had no idea as to what I was talking about. I quickly told her not to worry about it and hung up.
Walking quickly to my laptop, I opened the browser and typed in 'Doctor Who'.
No results.
A feeling of sudden dread sped through me.
What was going on?
So much for a normal day.
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I skipped school.
Too busy freaking out over the fact that my life had suddenly turned into a freaking Doctor Who episode! I spent the day typing away at my computer, typing in any keywords that had to do with all the doctor who information I'd gathered after watching the show for more than 5 years.
Nothing. I was seriously beginning to have a panic attack because there was actually a Harry Saxon website! It wasn't as extensive as the one in the episode "Last of the Time Lords", but that was probably because the Master was still relatively new to Parliament and wasn't exactly running for Prime Minister yet.
The Master.
I was finally beginning to understand that all of these events were real. That the Master was actually real, and ready to take over the world beginning with England. It was impossible, and my mind kept denying it but deep down I knew that all this couldn't possibly be a prank, because it was on too wide a scale for it to have been orchestrated by anyone, and there was too much evidence proving that these happenings were true and not some elaborate lie. It wouldn't have worked, far too many people were aware of the show Doctor Who.
'When you have discarded all logical possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.'
This Sherlock quote was coming back to haunt me. I'd already discarded all possible answers, so the only one that remained had to be the truth. And that truth was telling me that this was real.
Question was, what was I going to do about it? As far as I knew, I was the only person in the world that remembered Doctor Who, so if I tried to get help from someone, I'd be in the loony bin before nightfall.
I decided to not do anything about the situation until I was sure I knew exactly what was going on. I mean, this was the Master I was possibly dealing with, what could I, a clumsy teenager do against him?
When my mom came home, it seemed she'd forgotten about the strange phone call earlier that morning. She seemed happy, and I told her so. What she said next shocked me so much, I felt the world becoming blurry as darkness claimed me.
"I got you a job sweetie! You are now the personal secretary of PM member Harold Saxon! Isn't this a great opportunity?"
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AN: Hello! This is my first fic so please review!
