Author's note: This chapter gave me really bad writer's block. I hope you enjoy it. It begins at the very end of "Utopia."
*Disclaimer* I don't own Doctor Who or David Tennant, all characters belong to the BBC
"Master you can't!" The Doctor begged, pounding his fist on the locked TARDIS door. Martha and Captain Jack Harkness both stood a few feet away, completely shocked.
"And why not?" A sarcastic voice teased. The Doctor's nostrils flared in frustration, he was ready to tear through the doors of the TARDIS. In his mind, he heard his ship crying out, begging for her Doctor to help. He thought he heard her whispering another name, but the thought was interrupted by the Master repeating his question.
"This is madness! Please! Let me help you! We're the only two left now. It's just you and me, please!" The Doctor's tone was on the verge of pleading. Memories flashed back, of Gallifrey, of the Time Lords, of the War.
"Is it madness? Is it?" He heard the Master's voice, it sounded more distant, like he was lost in memories too.
"Please Master, you can't do this," The Doctor's own voice was barely above a whisper, trying to reach his old friend that was buried deep inside the Master.
There was a slight pause before the Master's old self came back. "Too bad!" He laughed as the TARDIS began to vanish. The Doctor's hand was still in mid air, grasping for where the TARDIS once stood. His majestic blue box gone, in the hands of a mad man.
"Who on Earth was that?" Martha Jones' voice startled the ancient man.
"His name is the Master. He was my..." The Doctor stopped himself as he was about to say 'friend.' No, they hadn't been friends in centuries. "They say he went mad as a child. Every child of Gallifrey is taken from their homes at the age of eight and forced to look into the Untempered Schism. It's this sort of gap in time and space where you can look into the Time Vortex. They say that's where he first heard it. The beating of a drum rhythm that would drive him insane."
There was a long silence. Captain Jack was the first to break it. "Alright, we need to get out of here. No TARDIS, so that means we've got to use my Vortex Manipulator. The two others gripped Jack's wrist tightly.
"Remember, traveling through the Vortex without protection can be a bit unsettling. Hold on tight." The Doctor warned, his face lacking any of his usual amusement.
After he had regenerated, the Master stood inside the TARDIS, taking in it's interior. It had been centuries since he had been inside a TARDIS. His smile grew as he heard the TARDIS' distressed humming. In his mind, she called out to the Doctor. He ignored it, plugging in coordinates. He froze when he heard a new phrase in his mind. Little Wolf, come home. My Bad Wolf, please. He had never heard of a "Bad Wolf." He apprehensively searched the data banks, surprised when he found nothing of record. He sighed, knowing that sooner of later, he would find the information.
[One day later]
The Master had now established a life as Harold Saxon, a politician who lived in London. It had been rather easy to do, it was boring. Where's the fun in easy?
He was in his flat, the television on in the background. He was busy trying to figure out a way to power. Harold Saxon needed to become a trusted name, that much he knew.
"A vote of no confidence is completely unnecessary! Look at me, I'm perfectly healthy and I am still capable of being Prime Minister." A female voice said. The Master turned and looked at the screen. At the bottom, it read 'Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.'
Well Harriet Jones, how about I help that vote along?
The Doctor, Martha Jones, and Captain Jack Harkness appeared in Martha's flat, desperate to find the Master and the TARDIS. They were unsure of they day and year in which they had landed. Martha checked the newspaper lying in the kitchen, glad that they were in 2007, the same year it had been last they left.
"Check the news, would you Jack?" The immortal man nodded and silently turned on the television, eyeing the well groomed politician that was speaking on the status of the country. The Doctor paid him little mind until he heard the man utter, "What the world needs, is a Doctor." Frantic, he turned to see a smug grin on the face of a man the Doctor immediately knew had to be the Master.
Okay, so I know that chapter got cut short, but I'm going to be writing this section in multiple parts. Did anyone catch my little quoting of Loki in this chapter?
Anyway, thank you for the continued support and positive feedback, it truly means so much. If you would take the time to review this chapter, it would be much appreciated!
-Emily