Another vaguely quick update, people! Not really, I know, but I seem to have fallen into the trap of trying to complete like 5 unfinished stories at a time so it'll take a while! :P You might get a bit of a shock about halfway through this chapter, it's a biggie in terms of moving on the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please do let me know what you thought and I'll try my hardest to update soon.

Donna xx

Chapter Four – That Easy

"So," The Master asked as Donna settled herself opposite him with her coffee in hand, "Dare I ask, are you even a tiny bit closer to believing me?" He was no longer cautious of her, having established that she'd calmed down and obviously thought things through a lot since her hysterical phone call two days before.

This was confirmed as she quirked an eyebrow at him over her drink, responding with a flirty "Maybe." And in that moment, he knew his job here was as good as done.

"But enough about me and my dramas." She said, to his surprise - he'd never met anyone so self-centred in his life, "What are you up to these days, Harry?"

"Oh," He sighed, keeping up the act, "Donna, you don't know how much it upsets me that you don't remember the answer to that. But since you don't know, I erm... Actually, I'm hoping to relaunch the career in Politics. Eventually rise back to power after the disaster that was last time." He was, for once, being completely honest with her.

"I voted for you, you know." She said with a smile, and he fixed one onto his own face.

"I know. I..." But he trailed off as he caught the young waitress in the corner giving him a funny look, as though she recognized him. Donna turned to look over her shoulder as Harry waved grandly at the girl, who blushed and carried on working.

"Harry," Donna turned back to him with a puzzled look on her face, "Do you not get that a lot, being recognized? It's just, I was thinking," She took a sip of her drink, "If we really were a couple like you say - and don't get me wrong, that's still a big if - Wouldn't we have gotten quite a bit of media attention?" Boy, was she good at putting him on the spot.

"We, er," He quickly lied, "We stayed out of it, Donna. Didn't want to get involved with all that paparazzi tabloid nonsense, it was much more peaceful. Try and remember, darling," He brought a sorrowful look in his eye and reached across to take her hand, "That I was still trying to pick up the pieces after that dreadful Doctor ruined me the first time."

"I suppose so." She said, and he took it as a good sign that she hadn't snatched her hand away from his.

"I think," The Master said, actually being honest this time, "It would be quite a task to rebuild my public image now."

Donna's attention was caught at his last statement, and only now did she remove her hand from his (a task which she found harder than she should have) to casually give it a wave.

"Absolutely no problem." She said honestly, "Harry, I work in Public Relations and believe me; the population of this country has minds that are easier to change than a lightbulb."

"You really think so?" he asked, and she nodded, feeling quite important. It was ridiculous how at ease he made her feel, how easily she could talk to him as though she'd known him forever. And although she wouldn't admit it, not yet, she really was inching closer and closer to believing his story by the second.

It wasn't until they had left the cafe and were walking slowly down the busy street that the topic was approached again, by Harry.

"So," He said, seeming truly intrigued, "What you said before about changing the public's opinion of me... What did you mean?"

"Well," Donna took a moment to consider, thinking about the job which was the first she'd been really good at in her life, "It's all about having the right angle. Taking chances, creating your own opportunities to gain popularity and boost your public image."

"Show me." he stopped, and there was a quality to his tone that was almost daring her. And Donna was never one to shy away from a dare.

"Okay," She looked around her, and noted the irritable looking man approaching them, a plan forming instantly in her head. She leaned forward to whisper into Harry's ear, feeling him tense slightly at the close proximity between them, and then, after a small moment where he looked unsure, he nodded.

"Right," She pulled back, a confident smirk on her face, "Prepare to be catapulted back into the spotlight, Saxon." And with that, she began sauntering down the street, pulling out her mobile phone so as to look busy as she approached the angry looking man she'd taken note of... And swiftly kicked him in the shin.

Exactly as she had hoped, the man exploded, rounding on Donna with a fierce look in his eye as he began to shout and grabbed a hold of her, eliciting a real fear within her which she only exaggerated. Fixing a look of pure terror onto her face, she screamed as loud as she could, tears pouring down her face as she began to struggle with the man.

And, also as she had planned, Harold Saxon was the one to step in, supposedly reacting to her cries for help and barging through the gathering crowd with a determined, calm look in his eye, seizing the man from off of her and taking Donna by the arms.

"Are you alright, Ma'am?" He asked her, his voice strong as she began to hear the whispers from the now sizable crowd of onlookers ("Do you know who that is?" "That bloke looks familiar..." "Isn't that..." "Is that Harold Saxon?" "God, he used to be the prime minister!" etc.), and she forced a convincing brave look onto her face through the phony tears.

"Yes." She said, making her voice shake, "Yes, I think I'll be alright." The two of them tried desperately to keep the triumphant smiles from their faces, as they both saw the camera phones being lifted high into the air from all angles, pointing directly at them.

Having very, very briefly pushed the events of the previous day to the back of her mind, it was a shock for Donna the next morning as she collected the local newspaper from outside of her flat, still half asleep and shrugging into her dressing gown. She blinked as, everything now coming rushing back to her, she was faced with a large picture of herself, looking relieved and her face tear-streaked as she stood next to Harry.

The page was emblazoned with the headline "Brave Ex-PM Saxon Jumps to the Rescue", and Donna couldn't help but smile as she settled herself on the sofa and read the accompanying piece, which told the whole story of the unknown woman accosted in the street by a stranger, and none other than Harold Saxon had been the one to resolve the situation. There was even a quote from the waitress in the cafe they'd been in beforehand, telling the reporter how they'd "Looked pretty cosy" and there was "Definitely a bit of a spark between them."

Donna barely had time to think much of this however, even though it brought a shy smile to her face to read, as the doorbell rang at exactly the moment she finished reading. She leapt up, knowing who it would be, and opened the door to see, sure enough, Harry standing leaning on her doorframe.

He didn't say a word, but there was a look of amused disbelief on his face (a very cute one, Donna cursed herself for thinking) as he silently held up a copy of the morning's newspaper.

She nodded, unable to keep the cheeky smirk from her face, "I told you so. It really is that easy."

One year Later

Donna yawned as she finally finished writing yet another press release, glancing at her watch: Almost eleven thirty. She would wait up, she decided - He wouldn't be long. Shutting her computer down, she pulled a drawer open in the desk at which she sat, to retrieve a large ring-binder folder and begin to flip through it.

A small smile appeared on her face as she looked through all of the press cuttings, articles from way back when catching her eye with early headlines like "Brave Ex-PM Saxon Jumps to the Rescue", before the speculation had started. "Saxon's Soft Spot for Recently Hired PR girl?" and "Not So Public Relations?" were a couple of her favourites. It was funny, Donna thought, how their whole story had been chronicled within these magazines and newspapers. She continued to flip through, more and more catching her eye:

"The Future Mrs. Saxon? Newly Resurfaced Prime Minister Finally Reveals Love for his Head of PR";
"Harry's Back - Saxon Re-Enters Parliament after a Year and a Half";
"House of Saxon - Harry and Donna Give us a Taste of Their New London £1m Pad";
"Golden Couple Tie the Knot - Exclusive Coverage of the Wedding of the Century".

And there were so, so many more. Sometimes, Donna still couldn't believe everything that had happened over the last twelve months, the whirlwind her life had become. She had gone from unsure, scared and confused after losing her memories to being confident and positive once again, completely sure of herself and blissfully happy. She was one of the most loved women in the country - and she owed it all to him.

The Master knew instinctively as he came in that she would be in the study, most likely finishing off some press release or another. He entered in silence, taking a moment to just watch her as she pored over the folder of press cuttings, considering how strange it was, the effect she'd had on him. Sure, he'd known he was to return to power, but he had also assumed he'd have to use some sort of hypnosis or mind control again. He had purely been using Donna, a year ago, as a way of getting back at the Doctor, it had been chance that he had chosen her... But then, she had proved herself to be above and beyond what he could have hoped for.

She had worked tirelessly, in the beginning, to help him gain back his popularity, without using any supernatural means, and had somehow been dragged along for the ride herself. Yes, he knew it was a good angle to appear a family man, to have a wife... But truth be told, that wasn't the only reason he had married her. He wasn't in love, of course, he wasn't some weak human, but he had to admit he didn't find it half as much of a chore being around her as he'd expected. She put him at ease, somewhat, had made him laugh and been easy to talk to from the very beginning.

Plus... Well, she truly did love him, and he knew that. And it wasn't a bad feeling at all, being appreciated, being happy. He didn't know. All he knew was that Donna would willingly follow him to the end of the earth - and if all of his scheming went according to plan, then that would be exactly what would happen.

Finally, he made his presence known, walking forward and wrapping his arms around Donna from behind as she remained seated.

"You waited for me." He stated, kissing the side of her head, and she turned to smile at him:

"Of course I did. I'm just looking through all the old articles."

"Mm-hmm. I've got another for you to add, actually." He stood and took a newspaper cutting from the inside pocket of his suit, which showed a picture of him wearing a hard hat and standing next to an enormous metal structure.

"New transmitter in Essex, just unveiled it today." He told her, "It's a massive step forward in terms of alien contact."

"That's exciting." Donna said with a smile, and he could see she truly meant it as the idea of travelling the stars put a glint in her eye, "Did people react well to it? We don't want to put people off you at this stage-"

"Oh, yeah." He told her, getting that all too familiar strange feeling in his stomach as she showed how much she cared for him, "If anything, it should help the election campaign." Harry let her place the new clipping into the folder before he grabbed the ring-binder and shoved it back in the drawer swiftly.

"Enough work now, eh?" He grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet, "Shall we go to bed?"

Donna quirked an amused eyebrow, leaning in to kiss him before whispering, "Oh, yes."