Note: I really like Harold Saxon and Tish so they'll probably always show up in my stories.

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Here Come the Drums

Harold Saxon woke up with a start and wondered where he was. It was cold and wet; he sat up and saw that he was in a pool of water.

Was he dead, he wondered, is this what death feels like?

He stood up and looked around; he had been lying in the middle of a field.

It was that day time, he could hear voices in the distance, and they were speaking English. Somehow he had returned to England, well a place where English was spoken.

"Hey," someone called out to him.

He turned and saw two boys in uniform; one said to the other, "Peter, we're not supposed to talk to strangers." Saxon smiled at them and asked Peter, "so where is this then?"

"You mean you don't know where you are?" Peter asked him, "no," he replied shaking his head.

"You really must have had a lot to drink man," the other boy said, "My pa told me that when a man has a lot to drink he can even forget his name and his home."

"Is that so?" Saxon asked them, "shouldn't you be at school anyway?"

"We're on our way to school," they told him

"So where is this then?" Saxon asked again.

"Edgbaston, of course," Peter told him.

They saw the bus pulling up and ran off.

So he was in England, good. He wondered what year it was. He walked slowly in the direction the boys had run. He saw the bus stop and the boys get on. He stopped at the stop and read the timetable; another bus would be by in fifteen minutes. People came and joined him at the stop, and they exchanged greetings. Presently a bus came by and he got on, he picked a copy of the free newspaper, it was 2009. He had somehow been out, for two years.

Two years. That's how long he had been dead. But why was he back, why had the Time Lords brought him back. I guess I have a mission, work to do. He smiled to himself.

He remembered the events on The Valiant like they had happened yesterday. The Doctor winning, always winning; Martha Jones somehow turning the whole world against him, Lucy – his wife – shooting him.

Well I have a score to settle with those people. Martha and Lucy would be in England unless they had died how ironic that would be. The Doctor, well he always somehow shows up in England, I just need to lure him to me.

Surprisingly, he thought to himself, I still have my Laser screwdriver and apparently my hypnotic powers.

He sat on the bus for what he seems like hours and then decided to get off.

I need a plan to make the Doctor, Lucy and Martha Jones pay. Really Martha Jones had turned everyone against him, that young girl had somehow travelled the world, survived and turned everyone against him. Now that I think about it, my greatest enemy is not the Doctor, Martha Jones is.

She had had the power and had used it to destroy him. No, now I need to find Martha Jones and destroy her.

An idea occurred to him, what if I could go back in time and meet Martha Jones before she met the Doctor. Oh oh, how genius is that, turn Martha Jones make her my pawn, or maybe disciple.

Harold Saxon, he said to himself you're a genius. The genuine article.

Martha Jones, he shouted silently, get ready. I am going to rock your world.