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Chapter 8- The Last President

The night was bitter and blustery and dark as the Master and Rose stood surrounded by army officers and men in black suits, a silver land rover with mirrored windows skidded to an abrupt halt about 10 metres away. The door was opened politely by the smartly attired driver and from the passenger compartment stepped a stocky man with thinning brown hair and an angular jaw line. Staggering forward arrogantly the man, President Winters, approached the couple followed closely by a band of agents with impressive looking weapons strapped beneath their fluttering coats.

"Mr Saxon," the president began, his strong, grating accent made Harold wince, "The British Army can stand down. From now on UNIT have control of this operation." Rose scowled as she clutched her white, woollen coat tighter around her body.

"You make it sound like an invasion," she piped up in a critical voice; her eyes searched those of the President whose expression showed he was not in a happy mood. The American glared at her below lowered brows, obviously not comfortable with a woman getting involved in politics. 'Male chauvinist pig' she thought to herself, trying not to get too upset by his condescending gaze, she would be the one having the last laugh anyhow. Ignoring the blonde female's outburst and thinking that Saxon's wife was far too outspoken on matters that did not concern her, the man turned his attention back to the British PM,

"The First Contact Policy was decided by the security council in 1968. You've just gone and ignored it!" Saxon dismissed the accusation with a wave of his gloved hand and a cheeky smile,

"You know what its like; new job, all that paperwork. I think it's down the back of the settee," Rose watched amused and bit her bottom lip to contain her laughter; she shuffled from foot to foot impatiently, "I did have a quick look. I found a pen, a sweet, a bus ticket and..." he counted each item on his finger, observing the Presidents face with wonder, he was sure that the man's face was getting redder and more furious with every passing second. "Have you met the wife?" Rose pulled a sickeningly sweet grin and cocked her head, she held back the wave, thinking it too much. "Of course you have," the Master answered, his voice became low and powerful and his piercing gaze focused in on the Presidents face, "You just ignored her," he stated plainly. Winter's cleared his throat nervously, flicking his eyes down to the concrete ground for a second before he gave Saxon a threatening side glance,

"Mr Saxon, I'm not sure what your game is. But provisions are in place at the UN to have you removed from office if you are not very, very careful. Is that understood?" Saxon raised his finger to pause the President, making a motion of him zipping his mouth while his wife studied the other mans reaction with interest, "Are you taking this seriously?" Asked the American harshly, he hadn't stopped frowning once, Harold creased his brow sincerely and he nodded slowly not making a single noise, "To business," continued Winters, not satisfied with the Prime Minister's answer but too rushed to stop, there was also something not quite right in the look that the blonde was giving him, "We have accessed you files on these Toclafane. But First Contact can not take place on any sovereign soil. To that purpose the aircraft carrier Valiant is en route; the rendezvous will take place there at 8:00 am." Saxon mumbled incoherently from behind tightly pursed lips, the President's scowl increased and he flicked his eyes to Rose who shrugged unhelpfully. He turned back to the Master, "You are trying my patience Sir," he spoke the last word with utter sarcasm and contempt. Teasingly slowly the Master unzipped his mouth,

"So America is completely in charge?"

"Since Britain elected an ass, yes! I'll see you on board the Valiant," and the President began to move back to his car rapidly.

"It still will be televised though, won't it?" Questioned Saxon harmlessly, halting the American in his tracks.

"We promised," added Mrs Saxon confidently. The President was at least glad that the politician seemed to want the best for the people; even if in every other respect he was a frustrating idiot.

"And the whole world will be watching," finished her husband. The President spoke firmly leaving no room for argument.

"Since it's too late to pull out the world will be watching...Me." His tone was pompous and boastful although there was not a flicker of a smile on his stony face. It made the couple smile wickedly. Finally the President spun round with his back to the Master and his partner and stalked proudly away, his cronies following not too far behind.

"The Last President of America," muttered Harry matter-of-factly, "I have a private plane ready and waiting. We'll reach the Valiant within the hour," bowing his head slightly, he gestured with his arm, "My darling," and Rose stepped past him, her heels clattering on the cement and numerous body guards surrounding her, she quickly made her way back to the black cars with tinted glass and armour plating and slipped inside onto the black leather seats.

Meanwhile Saxon paused, his eyes scanning the airfield suspiciously, his black coat flapping about his slim figure, the red silk lining shining in the bright, white floodlights, he felt as if he was being watched. Scowling he watched carefully but turned back when a police van pulled up nearby; the doors were flung open hard and three screaming captives were dragged cruelly out: Francine, Clive and Letitia Jones. "Hi guys!" Exclaimed the Master hysterically, pulling a face and waving his hands before his face like a child, before he burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, he jumped about manically clapping his hands while his prisoners cried and shouted hopeless threats and useless questions. "All will be revealed!" He explained madly, utter joy and amusement in his face. Rose's head peered out from one of the cars open doors, watching as the three were pushed meanly into another identical vehicle. Then as soon as he was certain the Jones's family were secure the Master bounded ecstatically over to his car and slid elegantly into the back with his wife, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Neither Rose nor the Master had seemed to notice Martha, Jack and the Doctor standing close behind and observing the entire scene. Around their necks hung their safe guards, three TARDIS keys turned into the exact frequency of the Archangel network, making them unnoticeable as long as they remained quiet and calm. As Martha watched her family be treated so despicably she took a small pace forwards, however the Doctor laid a hand upon her arm, holding her back and willing her to stay still,

"Oh my God!" Exclaimed Martha shocked as her family were shoved about, the Master laughing crazily in their faces.

"Don't move," he warned her gently, knowing how hard it was to see those you love in such trouble. He was hurting just as much as Martha, as he saw Rose's smiling face which showed just how much she was enjoying the innocent family's pain.

"But..." Martha argued, but found her tongue grow thick and dry in her mouth, she was unable to continue , too upset by what was happening to the people she loved. Again she tried to move forward, desperate to do something to help,

"Don't," the Doctor's voice was firmer now and there was an element of toughness about it. Martha's eyes could not leave the fighting figures of her family who were trying urgently to claw their way from out of the police's string hands.

"I'm going to kill them," she concluded heartlessly, not caring if she sounded like a monster. All she cared about was the fact that her family were suffering because of her.

"What say I use this perception filter," Jack said seriously, "To walk up behind him and break his neck?"

"Both of their necks," Martha said as her parents and sister were thrust into the back of a car and Rose and the Master looked at each other with elated expressions. She noticed the two men wince, clearly even after what they had just seen they still had their reservations about the 'new' Rose. It would be hard for them to truly realise that the woman they had both loved with all their hearts was causing so much harm. Slowly the Doctor turned to the Captain with raised eyebrows and a scolding expression,

"Now that sounds like Torchwood," he sniped, his blame for the war against the Cybermen and Daleks, his blame for the loss of Rose, still clearly aimed at the establishment and Jack's work. Jack scowled but then gave a faint flicker of a smile,

"Still a good plan."

"He's a Time Lord," stated the Doctor resolutely, "That makes him my responsibility. I'm not here to kill him. I'm here to save him."

Martha's frown deepened, "And Rose?" she snapped venomously, not knowing how the Doctor could be such a fool. No matter how much he cared for Rose, it was obvious, at least in her eyes, that the woman was evil, why could Jack and the Doctor not see it? Dropping his eyes to his converses the Doctor did not answer. He still hoped with every ounce of his being that the Master had been lying to him and that Rose was under some spell of the his invention, he did not know how he would cope if it turned out otherwise. Jack read something from his wrist strap that the Doctor did not catch; he was too immersed in dreams of a perfect reunion. Martha woke him up when she turned to him, her face hard and severe,

"How do we get onboard?" She asked impatiently. The Doctor had an answer as always. He related his theory to Jack, who immediately confirmed it. Taking Martha's hand in his and holding it down onto Jack's wrist strap he gave a last look out over the airfield and with a flash of pale blue light the trio vanished.

Meanwhile the Prime Minister's car drove steadily down the airfield, with the Jones's improvised prison car following close behind. In the passenger seats and separated from the driver by bullet and sound proof glass sat Harry and Rose, enjoying the quiet drive together. Rose was snuggled close into her spouse's side while his right arm was draped over her shoulder. Harold was slightly restless, his feet would not keep still and he fiddled with his wedding ring unconsciously.

"It's so close," the Master said softly, "I can almost smell the Earth burning," his voice was throaty and raw with power, he closed his eyes imagining what he'd see as he looked out over his new Empire. Rose wriggled from his embrace and craned her neck awkwardly round to look at the tailing car. Noticing the absence of her warm body the Master opened his dark, turbulent orbs, he sighed,

"What's the matter?" Rose sat back down in her seat and stared into his face, she was one of the few who was not scared to met his stormy eyes,

"When it's all done, what are we gonna do with the Jones's?" The Master smiled, pleased that she was not having doubts about their scheme, he took a firm hold of her hand and leaned in close so he was mere millimetres from her face, his breath was hot and moist against her flesh.

"We make them pay for all our pain and anger along with Martha and Jack and their precious Doctor." Moving closer, his lips brushed hers as Rose's hand weaved about his neck and pressed him strongly against her, deepening the kiss. Breathless they pulled apart as Rose laid her forehead against her cheek, her hands resting on his thighs, "I'm doing it all for you," he admitted with complete honesty placing his hands upon hers protectively and possessively, he moved his eyes to get as good a view of her face as possible, he could just see her faint, loving smirk.

She only ever wore it for him and that small upturn of her lips could make his hearts melt. Once he'd believed that love was only for the weak whom had no control over their emotions, for feeble, old, inferior people like the Doctor. But since meeting Rose his opinion was different. If anything love made you stronger, more determined and more passionate, he could not imagine sharing this experience with anyone else. Rose was the lost piece of his lives. Shockingly the Master had learnt to love.

Rose felt content with her husband, he helped erase the pain that the Doctor had left her with, and whenever she was with him she became lost in his love and personality. What she and the Master shared was passionate and intense and overwhelming, so much more powerful and real than the flirtatious fling she had had with the Doctor. He had saved her. He had freely loved her and he needed her as much as she did him. It was an equal love which thrilled her more every day.

"Master?" she murmured against his skin.

"Hmmmmm," he urged her on, she smiled suggestively,

"I'm ready to take over the world."

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