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Chapter Four
Harold Saxon stood waiting. I hope I didn't overestimate the Doctor, he thought to himself. Really he should be here by now.
Maybe I hid the TARDIS too well, maybe he's distracted probably that girl – those girls – probably he's back to showing off and ignoring me.
Being on earth has made me too human, I seek approval just like these poor earthlings well it's not too bad. I seek approval from the Doctor and he is brilliant.
He looked at his watch, well maybe not as brilliant as I thought. He really should be here now; I left breadcrumbs for him to follow. DOCTOR, he screamed silently, WHERE ARE YOU?
A thought occurred to him, that's so Scooby Doo.
I wonder if he's figured out what I've done. How clever I've been, he's going to be so proud when he stops being angry.
Lucy walked up and touched his shoulder. He turned to his wife, "Harry, I'm scared. Are you sure no one will find out?"She asked. He looked at her, she was wearing a green evening dress and she looked great. I really should have chosen a brighter wife. She really was foolish but she was pretty and he needed a pretty wife to complete his image. He pulled her into his arms, "Harry, did you hear what I said? The men must have guessed, they're all looking at me funny. Daddy and Mummy are also scared; they just called me and said that people are saying things about you."
"Lucy, I told I would take care of it. It's over; they are not a threat anymore." Lucy smiled; yes she remembered Harry had killed the three women who had brought her the information about him. "But are you sure they were the only ones? They could have told their friends." "They did tell their friends," he reminded her, "which is why I killed all three women instead of the one reporter."
They were standing there when the TARDIS arrived.
"You came," the Master said, and he smiled.
"Of course," the Doctor replied.
"Took you long enough Doctor, I was beginning to doubt your abilities."
The Doctor smiled a tight smile, "so here we are again."
"Yes," the Master was excited. "I wonder, have you figured it out yet?"
The Doctor scratched his head and said nothing.
"Oh, I really should make you guess," the Master told him, "but I'm too excited." He began to sing, "The Pinky and the Brain, The Pinky and the Brain. One is a genius, the others insane. They're laboratory mice; they'll take over the world. They're Pinky, they're Pinky and the Brain., brain brain nuff..."
He turned to the Doctor, "I just love the cartoons on the telly. There are those with one chasing the other trying to kill him. Those with the mouse and the cat, is it Tom and Jerry. But the genius is the Pinky and the Brain. These two mice are trying to take over world and their ideas, oh. Pure genius."
"In case you're wondering. I'm the brain and you're Pinky, I'm the genius and you are insane." He laughed.
"So enough entertainment; it's time for work now. Have you figured it out yet?" the Doctor didn't reply.
"Have you met the wife yet?" the Master asked them. Martha and Jack were standing together while Tish and Bill stood a little way off.
He pulled Lucy to his side, "Wife, meet the people," "People, the wife – Mrs. Harold Saxon, Mrs. Prime Minister."
Lucy looked at them like she didn't even understand what was going on. "Do you think she's all there?" Martha asked Jack, "She looks a bit dazed." Jack laughed.
Harold Saxon turned to the Doctor. "Okay I understand you don't want to play, but what about your companions?" He walked to Bill and touched his shoulder, "young man are you ready to play?" Bill looked at the Master. The Master walked away and began to whistle and dance, then he began to count, "One, two and three." Bill fell to the ground. Tish screamed and they all ran to where he had fallen, apart from the Doctor, the Master and Lucy, who seemed to be hypnotised.
"What is wrong with him?" Tish asked Martha. Martha examined him, "Tish get the first aid box from the TARDIS." Tish run into the TARDIS while Martha continued to try and revive Bill.
"There's no pulse," she looked up at Tish. "He's dead." Tish run towards the Master and was about to hit him when Jack pulled her off him.
"Don't give him the satisfaction," he said.
"You killed a young innocent boy," Tish shouted at the Master.
"He wasn't innocent," the Master replied.
Tish was crying, "He's dead because of me. He's dead because he saw me. It's entirely my fault."
"No," the Doctor said, "the Master killed him."
"Why are you hurting these people?" he asked the Master.
"At last, if I had known that killing a few people who get you to talk to me I would have killed them a lot sooner," the Master replied. "Have you figured it out yet?"
"You changed the TARDIS," the Doctor said.
"Yes," the Master jumped up and down, "told you he wasn't as daft as he looked, or was it that he was cleverer than he looked."
"What do you mean he changed the TARDIS?" Martha asked him
"He turned it into a killing machine."
"What?" Tish asked, "so we're all going to die?"
"Yes, Letitia 'Tish' Jones, you are about to die," the Master said. "In fact you have about 4 may be 5 hours left."
"What? How?" Martha asked, "Doctor what is going on?"
"He turned the TARDIS into a killing machine. Everyone who has travelled with me is going to die, starting with the person who has spent the least amount of time travelling with me in the TARDIS in this case – Bill – then Tish and then -" he stopped.
"What do you want?" the Doctor asked the Master.
"Let me see," he made as if he had a checklist. "I want the TARDIS to become a killing machine – check."
"I want all your companions to die – check," he stopped and looked at Bill's body then at Tish, "well almost."
"Really, that's what you want?"Martha asked him, "a killing machine, killing the Doctor's companions?"
"Have I made you angry Martha Jones?" he asked her, "what a perfect companion she is Doctor, outraged at wrongdoing. She's also trying to make the world better. Doctor, you and Miss Jones make the perfect couple. I only hope your concern won't be the death of you."
"What you really want is to make the TARDIS useless, you want to make it impossible for me to - "
"to make the world better," the Master interrupted, "yes."
"Well, am I the only one who thinks it's wrong for one man to have the ability to travel around in time and space changing events to suit him and whomever he may be travelling with at the moment? I think its wrong, why should he be able to go wherever he wants, why should he have a time machine?"
They were all looking at the Master in shock, "so all this because you're jealous of the Doctor?" Jack asked. "You accused them of murder, killed a young boy and countless other people no doubt, because you're jealous."
"Yes," the Master replied, "at least I'm man enough to admit it."
"So, what, you become Prime Minister to take the TARDIS?" Tish asked, "Pretend to hire me, all to get a box. It may be a time machine and all, but it's still a box, an old blue one at that."
"Hey," the Doctor said, "don't knock it. The TARDIS and all have seen each other through many hard times."
The Master looked at them like they were mad. Humans, they didn't get it. They called it a box, only a box. It was his ticket to getting whatever he wanted. With the Doctor out of commission he would do whatever he wanted, what better way to do what he wanted than by being Prime Minister of Great Britain.
"Doctor," Jack said, "we don't have a lot of time. Tish has a few hours and we don't know how much time the rest of us have."
Harold Saxon and Lucy left.
"We have to call the base and find out his parents' contact and tell them," Tish said.
"We'll do it when we return," the Doctor said.
They carried Bill into the TARDIS and the Doctor went to the controls. He looked at them and said, "We have to do something drastic."
"Drastic? How?" Martha asked.
"We have to go to the end of the universe, then we reset the TARDIS and maybe break the hold Master has on it," the Doctor said. He continued, "And I am sorry Martha, because the TARDIS is infected it may take hours," he gestured in Tish's direction; "I don't know if we'll make it."
Martha nodded, "you do what you can."
The journey to the end of the universe was taken in silence. Everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts.
I should have called Mom every day, Martha thought, Oh God, they are in prison. I hope they are still alive.
I wonder if my team is fine, Jack thought, I hope they are.
Tish was thinking, I am going to die. Well at least Martha is here with me. Her Doctor and Jack are not too bad either. I wonder if Mom is fine. She looked at Bill, poor Bill, all because he noticed me.
The Doctor looked at his companions. He wasn't worried about Jack, he would survive this. Poor Tish, I killed her as surely as though I poisoned her myself. Martha Jones, he remembered the hospital when they had met; she had trusted him even then. He could still see the belief and faith in her eyes, she still trusted him in spite of the way her parents had been treated and even in the face of death.
I should have treated her better, no, he thought, I should have taken her to nicer places. Meeting Shakespeare was good as was the Moon; although technically, I didn't take her there, but the New York trips. I should have taken her to better, more interesting places but now it's too late.
It was icy and bitterly cold at the end of the universe. Tish was feeling weak, so Martha stayed with her in the TARDIS while Jack and the Doctor went outside and worked on the TARDIS. They kept walking in and out with odds and ends until finally the Doctor said, "Tish hang on, we're almost there." Tish smiled weakly at him.
Martha held her sister's hand in hers and they reminisced about their childhood. They talked until finally Tish whispered, "I'm sorry, Martha." She smiled and then Martha felt her slip away.
"NO," she screamed, and began to shake Tish's body.
The Doctor and Jack ran into the TARDIS and found Martha crying. Jack came over and gently disentangled her from her sister and held her. She cried while the Doctor watched them.
This is why I never want to get attached, people leave, and people die.
He walked over to Jack and Martha and hugged Martha. Jack let go, and the Doctor and Martha held each other and they both cried.
I'm going to make this right, he thought, even if it's the last thing I do.
