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Chapter 6 – The Toclafane

Meanwhile at Martha's flat the Doctor and Jack sat scanning through Saxon's website whilst Marta watched them disinterestedly. The two flicked through the pictures, there faces displaying their brokenness. They paused on the wedding photo of Mr and Mrs Saxon, looking at it sadly, almost as if they wanted anything but to see it. Martha peered over their shoulders to look at the image which seemed to be nothing more a joyful, smiling couple in typical wedding attire. The trainee medic scowled with wonder,

"Who is she?" She knew it must be someone important to have caused such a HUGE stir with the two men. The Doctor gulped, his eyes never leaving the luminous face of Mrs Saxon, Martha waited for the Doctor to answer, she wanted to know who she was and would not let him forget to tell her this time. After a long pause the Doctor replied softly, though there was an edge in his voice which indicated pain, disbelief and fear,

"Rose."

Martha nearly had a heart attack. Rose? The Doctor's precious, precious Rose? Rose was married to the Master? Now she could understand the pair's uncomfortable silence and visible distress since the television broadcast in the street yesterday. Jack and the Doctor had clearly loved this woman, and now she was in league with their arch-nemesis, the one who was trying to destroy the Earth. Martha had never truly understood how cruel the Universe could be until this time.

A pop up appeared on the screen, blocking out the picture, probably for the better Martha thought, it announced that Harold Saxon was about to address the nation. Scooting over the Doctor crouched down in front of the tele with a half-hearted expression as the office and figure of the Master appeared before him. The look of utter loathing in his eyes was clear, but it was mixed with a tinge of pity and hope, after all the Master was the only other Time Lord in existence and all the Doctor wanted was someone like him so he wouldn't be lonely anymore. Thoughts charged about his brain madly, not making any sense. He was so confused. Martha and Jack joined the grim-faced man, giving each other a worried look as the speech began.

"Citizens of Great Britain I have been contacted. A message from beyond the stars. I will lead our nation on a voyage of discovery of the extra-terrestrial. Meet the Toclafane," the television screen went fuzzy for a second and then an image of a metal sphere floating in mid air and proclaiming an offer of peace and friendship in a high-pitched, childish tone. The Doctor's brow creased as he gazed at the alien creature. Martha was about to speak but he hushed her with a dismissing and agitated wave of his hand. "Ahhhhh. Sweet!" the Master pouted cutely as his face appeared on the screen again, "So my people I will lead our great country into a new and bountiful future, the world will change. At 8am tomorrow these Toclafane will reveal themselves to us all, across the globe, the world will be watching the United Kingdom revolutionise everything. Tomorrow every one of us will take our place in the universe: every lorry driver, every shop keeper, every...oh I don't know...medical student," the Master's face seemed to loom closer to the anxious group, a menacing and yet amused light in his eyes.

Suddenly the transmission ended. Jumping into action the Doctor pulled the television forward and revealed the large red explosive device ticking away at the back of the set.

"RUN!" The Doctor did not need to speak twice as the three of them dashed across the tiny living room, bounded down the stairs jumping four steps at a time and sprinted out into the street just as Martha's flat exploded in a flurry of smoke and red flame. The shock wave hit their bodies with tremendous force knocking Jack and the Doctor to the pavement, whilst Martha fumbled blindly for her phone as ash and blackened debris fell about her, car sirens screaming around them. She no longer cared about what the Doctor had said about lying low, she did not give a dam that the wife of the man behind this was the Doctor's long lost love. Nothing mattered but the safety of her family, and no Time Lord with wild hair and converses, no crazy alien Prime Minister and no psychotic blonde girl would change that.

Meanwhile at the House's of Parliament the Master was being unplugged from the sound system and Rose stood tapping her feet restlessly with her fingers crossed for luck. As the second of the explosion came Rose felt as if she could almost hear the blast of the dynamite. Oh she knew they had all escaped unharmed, but that was not a problem. Killing them had not been the point of the exercise, it was more of a warning, and another factor to make sure that eventually the trio would walk into her and her husband's waiting clutches. She had waited so long for this and now the moment was so close she was nearly jumping up and down with apprehension. As the sound technician unclipped a microphone from his jacket lapel the Master, her Master twisted his silver and green ring around his finger, before doing the same, more gently with his golden wedding band. He looked at her all the while and smiled an impossibly wide smile that she just could not, not return, then she turned around and surveyed the view of the London she had once known, the London that belonged to them. The entire world would soon follow, and then, most importantly the Doctor too.

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