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Chapter 7- The Doctor Forgotten

About two hours later the Doctor, Martha and Jack were stood outside by a small group of shops and an underpass. Martha's face was sad and damp from the tears she had shed as she had watched her family be shoved into the back of a prison van. Tish had been snatched as well. Presently she was on her mobile shouting at her brother Leo to hide.

She nearly swore when the familiar voice of Harold Saxon interrupted the conversation, cutting Leo off,

"Tut-tut. Martha Jones, playing a nice game of hide and seek are we?" He questioned sarcastically, "But I'll find you Martha Jones, and your little play friends. Don't cause too much mischief; you wouldn't want anything to happen to your lovely family now, would you?"

"Saxon? Let them go! When I find you, I'll..."

Immediately the phone was stolen from her grasp by the Doctor who put the mechanism to his ear and began to talk straight away, his voice calm and steady. Martha did not know how we could do it.

"I'm here Master."

"Doctor," the other Time Lord breathed down the phone line, "I like it when you use my name."

"I remember when you chose it: psychiatrist's field day!"

"And you Doctor," he replied with disdain in his voice, he spat the words out with scorn and a disrespectful humour, "The man who makes people better." The Doctor looked to the heavens, it was all he could do to try and contain the multitude of conflicting emotions boiling up within him.

"So, Prime Minister, then."

The Master chuckled before he replied, "I know!" he cooed proudly, "Good, isn't it. You should be proud of me." The Doctor sighed, crouching down on his haunches and clutching the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white, Martha and Jack kept their distance.

"The Toclafane; what are they really? Cause we both know that they were just legends, myths made up to scare children, the bogeymen of our home."

"Ah yes Gallifrey," whispered the Master, there was rawness in his voice, "Our home, it burnt didn't it Doctor, during the Great Time War. Our ancient civilization reduced to dust at your feet," he took a sharp intake of breath, "Oh how did that feel Doctor, watching the two oldest and mightiest races in the Universe burning?" He sucked in air through his clenched teeth, "You must have felt like God. How did it feel?"

"STOP IT!" Cried the Doctor desperately, his pain clear in his voice, "How do you know that?"

"Oh I have my ways," the Master said mystically. The Doctor frowned, their was still one thing that he did not get,

"How did you escape?"

"The Time Lords resurrected me knowing I'd be the perfect warrior for a Time War. I watched the Daleks attack. I was witness when the Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform. I was so scared Doctor, so very, very scared. So I ran, to the ends of the Universe where I knew no one would ever find me. I became human," he snorted, "And you know the rest." The Doctor paused as he heard the Master mutter something to someone on the other end of the line, he had someone with him and the Doctor could guess who.

"You have to stop this Master?" he burst out suddenly, "Whatever you're doing end it. Come with me. We can travel across the constellations together, anything you want. Don't you see we're the only ones left? It's just you and me. We don't have to be alone anymore, we have each other." With a nasty laugh the other Time Lord dismissed this dream in a split second,

"Are you asking me out on a date?" he stopped for a moment, silence filled the gap, "Anyway," he carried on, his tone more serious now, "I'm not alone. I think you should know before we 'hook up' Doctor that I am a married man." At that statement all of the muscles in the Doctor's body seized up, he could hardly move his jaw to speak.

"What have you done to Rose?" Scoffing the Master replied,

"Oh so you know about us. What makes you think I've done anything to her? I saved her Doctor, she was hurting so badly and I found her, I loved her. She is one of the few not affected."

"You could never love anyone," the Doctor snapped back nastily, the words just flew out without his approval.

"Oh but you're wrong Doctor. Very, very, very wrong! Wait, let me record this moment, the Doctor's wrong, wonderful!" The Doctor calmed himself,

"And what do you mean not affected?"

"Tut-tut Doctor," he scolded playfully, "Now that would be telling. I know, why don't you and your charming little group come to my place and we'll have a little chat? Then you can even question Rose yourself, hmmm?" he paused before exclaiming, "Oh look you're on tele!"

"What?" questioned the Doctor dumbly.

"You're. On. Tele," spelt out the Master patronisingly, "Public enemies numbers one, two and three. Congratulations! How do you feel about that? Now go on, off you go. Run like you always do. Why not start by turning to the..." he stopped for effect, " Right," he finally finished. Turning to in the suggested direction the Doctor looked up behind him, noticing the CCTV camera looking down over them, watching their every move like an electric pair of eyes,

"He can see us!" Exclaimed the Doctor, plucking out his sonic screwdriver and zapping the camera, stopping it from functioning immediately. The Master's voice broke over the quiet mobile line,

"Oh you public menace!"

The Doctor contemplated their options, how could they escape a man with eyes and ears everywhere, how could they flee from someone who controlled everything, even people's minds. The Doctor was lost, for once in his life he did not have a clue what to do, and that frightened him. Jack ran to the Doctor, pointing at the youth plugged into his MP3 player, banging rhythmically on his legs and an approaching group of people, he murmured into the Doctor's ear as Martha looked on wide eyed,

"I think we should run Doctor." Once again the Master laughed, an evil smirk lighting up his face,

"I think pretty Captain Jack is right," he almost sang, "Run Doctor. RUN! But you can't escape the drums!"

And then he hung up.

"Master?" the Doctor enquired down the dead phone line and then snapped the phone shut, stuffing it thoughtlessly into his coat pocket.

Martha approached warily, looking about at the people getting closer and closer, she spoke tearfully,

"Doctor? What should we do?" Shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head helplessly the Doctor answered with the only thing that made any sense to him at the moment,

"We run!"

In Ten Downing Street Rose massaged her husband's shoulders, his jacket had been carelessly discarded on the back of his chair, the inactive mobile lying silent on the desk. Gently she moved her soft, supple fingers over the skin of his neck and up to his hot forehead and hummed a quiet tune. Slowly they moved back down to his shoulder, tracing patterns over the thin material of his shirt. The Master covered one of her hands with his and tenderly tugged her into his lap where he proceeded to enfold her in his arms and press multiple kisses onto her face.

"I love you," she whispered to him lovingly as his tongue traced a trail down her cheek.

"I know," he replied and attacked her fiery mouth once again. Rose smiled against his lips, he did not need to repeat the statement, she knew he loved her from the bottom of his hearts, that he belonged to her and vice versa. It was a partnership of equal love, with both parties entranced by the other. Stroking her fingers over his silken hair, she spoke absent-mindedly,

"What do ya think he'll do?" At this present time the Master didn't care, everything he wanted was in his arms at the moment, as he pressed a path of burning kisses up her jaw line and cheekbone muttering against her tasty flesh,

"I don't really want to think about the Doctor right now." Taking a sharp intake of breath Rose agreed with a throaty moan, she moved awkwardly to straddle his legs, her mouth attached to his. The Master ran his fingers over the smooth, creamy skin at the nape of her neck, caressing it tenderly as his eyes studied her form like a jeweller does a priceless diamond, they finally met her with an exchange if millions of unspeakable and incomprehensible emotions. As one hand searched up and down her body another reached out and expertly pressed a key on his computer. Immediately the frozen picture of the Doctor and his band of rebels flickered on screen and died.

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