The Sound of Drums- Part 1
"Susan! Wake up! Please wake up!" It was Martha. I groaned and opened my eyes. I was laying on the floor of an alleyway on Earth...wait a moment Earth? I saw Martha and Jack kneeling beside me and The Doctor was keeping watch, not too far way.
"Susan, thank God." Jack said, hugging me.
"Ow." I said as Jack hugged my left shoulder a little too tightly.
"Sorry." Jack apologizing and let go of me. I sat up against the wall.
"I've stopped the bleeding." Martha told me. "You should be fine as long as you don't move it often."
I smiled at Martha. "Thanks."
Then The Doctor came over and said "We have to move. The Master could be anywhere."
"Still, we made it." Jack said. "Earth, 21st century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky." Jack and The Doctor were walking together and Martha and I were walking behind them down a street. Martha had covered my jacket so the blood won't show and cause a panic.
"That wasn't luck. That was me." The Doctor said. We went over to a bench to sit down.
"The moral is: if you're going to get stuck at the end of the universe, get stuck with an x-time agent and his Vortex Manipulator."
"But this Master bloke, he's got the Tardis, he could be anywhere in time and space." Martha said.
"No, he's here. Trust me." The Doctor said.
"Who is he anyway?" Martha asked. "And the voice at the end, that wasn't the Professor."
"If the Master's a timelord, then he must have regenerated." Jack said.
"What does that mean?" Martha asked.
"That means he's changed his face, his voice, body, everything. New man." Then I heard it. Someone was tapping a rhythm on a cup with a coin. One two three four. One two three four.
"Then how are we going to find him?" Martha asked.
"I'll know him." The Doctor said. "I'll know when I see him. Time Lords always do."
"Hold on, if he could be anyone...We missed the election. But it can't be." We all stood up and faced the screens.
Then a voice coming out of the speakers said "Mr. Saxon has returned from the palace and is greeting the crowds inside Saxon headquarters."
"I said I knew that voice." Martha breathed. "When he spoke inside the Tardis, I've heard that voice, hundreds of times! I've seen him, we all have! That was the voice of Harold Saxon!"
"That's him. He's prime minister. The Master is prime minister of Great Britain! The Master and his wife!" The Doctor said, shocked.
Then The Master came up to the cameras and said "This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I'd go as far as to say what this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor."
"Home." Martha said as we went into her apartment followed by The Doctor, then me, then Jack who closed the door.
"What have you got? Computer, laptop, anything?" The Doctor asked, fast.
"Jack who are you phoning?" The Doctor asked as Jack started to call someone.
"Don't tell anyone we are here!" Martha said as she got out her laptop.
"They're friends of mine but they aren't replying." Jack said. "I'll show you the Saxon website." Jack said, grabbing the laptop from Martha and placing it on a desk. "He's been around for ages."
"That's so weird though." Martha said. "Because the day after the election, that's only four days after I meet you."
"We've been flying around the universe while he was here all the time." The Doctor said, rubbing the back of his head.
Martha put her hands on her hips and asked "Are you going to tell us who he is?"
"He's a Time Lord."
"And the rest of it." Martha said. "Who would call themselves 'The Master'?"
"That's all you need to know." The Doctor said, leaning in closer to the laptop to see Saxon's website. "Come on, show me Harold Saxon."
Martha went over to her phone and pressed the message button. "Martha, where are you, I've just got this new job, it's weird because they just phoned me up out of the blue and i'm-"
"Ugg". Marth said as she listened to Trish ramble. She pressed the off button. "Like it matters."
"Former minister for defense, came to power when he shot down the Racnos on christmas eve." Jack said. "Nice work, by the way."
"Oh, thanks." The Doctor said, sitting on the couch. I sat next to him as Martha came closer to Jack.
"But he goes back years." Martha said. "Everyone knows the story, look. Cambridge University, Rugby blue, won the athletics thing, wrote a novel, went into business, married, everything, he's got a whole life!"
"But he's got the Tardis!" Jack said, pouring tea out for us. "Maybe The Master has gone back in time and has been living here decades."
"No." The Doctor said, still looking at the laptop.
"Why not?" Jack asked. "It worked for me."
"He stole the Tardis and the only thing that I could do is fuse the coordinates. I locked them, permanently. He can only travel between the year 100 trillion and the last place the Tardis landed, which is right here, right now."
"Yeah, but, a little leeway." Jack said.
"Eighteen months?" The Doctor guessed. "Tops. The most he could have been here was eighteen months. How could he have managed all this? The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale."
"I was going to vote for him." Martha said, sitting on the couch end.
"Really?" The Doctor asked.
"Well, that was before I even meet you. And I liked him."
"Me too." Jack said.
"Why do you say that?" The Doctor asked. "What was his policy? What did he stand for?"
"I don't know. He always sounded good. Like you could trust him." Then Martha started tapping the rhythm from earlier on her hands. "Just nice. He spoke about...I can't really remember, but it was good. Just the sound of his voice." Martha said in a dream like state.
"What's that?" The Doctor asked, panicked.
"What?" Martha said, immediately stopping the tapping.
"That! That tapping, that rhythm, what are you doing?" The Doctor asked, hurriedly.
"I don't know! It's nothing! It's just- I don't know!" Martha replied frantically.
Suddenly the computer made a noise and said "Message Alert!"
"Are lord and Master is speaking to his kingdom." The Doctor said, going over to the T.V. and turning it on.
On the T.V. was The Master saying "Britain, Britain, Britain. Extraordinary times we have had. Just a few years ago, this world was so small, and then they came. Out of the unknown. Falling from the stars and skies. You've seen it. Big Ben, destroyed. A spaceship, in London. All those ghosts and metal men. The Christmas star, that came to kill. Time and time again and the government has told you nothing. Well not me. Not Harold Saxon. Because my purpose, here today, is to tell you this. Citizens of Great Britain. I have been contacted. A message for humanity from beyond the stars."
Then a video recording of the Toclafane came on. "People of the Earth. We come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology, and wisdom and protection. All we ask in return is your friendship."
Then the T.V. went back to The Master. "Oh, sweet. And this species has identified itself. They are called the Toclafane."
"What?" The Doctor asked the T.V.
"And tomorrow morning, they will appear, not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species will begin. Tomorrow, we take our place in universe. Every man, women, child. Every teacher, and chemist. Every lawry driver, and farmer, Oh, I don't know, every...Medical student?"
The Doctor looked at Martha who stared back, eyes wide. The Doctor turned around the T.V. to see a bomb strapped to the back of it, ticking down. "Everyone out!" The Doctor yelled.
We all ran out of the building just in time to see the bomb explode.