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Gaia fiddled with her dress. Since being held captive by the Master, now under the persona of Harold Saxon, she had been forced to wear a perception filter everywhere they went, it not only gave anyone looking at her the perception that she was Lucy Saxon, Harold Saxon's wife, but also it stop any telepathic communications she had. So alike to the silence she had heard at the end of the universe, she now had to live with it day in and day out.

She was currently in the car the Master sitting opposite her. He had just been voted as the new Prime Minister of Great Britain and they were currently on their way to number 10 Downing Street.

Over the last 18 months the Master had done things that made Gaia's heartbreak. He had been Harold Saxon all along, the man who had launched the Archangel network, the one who Gaia couldn't find a picture of in her research back at Torchwood. He had hypnotised the entire populace into voting for him, by integrating a 4 beat pattern into their subconsciouses. This is what had given Gaia her frequent headaches at Torchwood; looking back on it Gaia couldn't help but be annoyed that she hadn't looked into it more closely back at Torchwood when she had the chance.

"Smile, it's not like it the end of the world... yet!" The Master said to Gaia. Gaia's expression remain passive, she had learnt that giving the Master a reaction was exactly what he wanted, to remain blasé to his snide comments and the product could be quite comical. "Nothing, no." The Master continued. "Your darling husband has just become Prime Minister of Great Britain and you have nothing to say?" Gaia remained silent. "You're no fun."

They quickly arrived at Downing Street and the Master, forever the gentlemen, allowed Gaia to exit the vehicle first. She did so and waited. She knew it was fruitless to run, the Master had no doubt installed a tracking device in her perception filter and now in charge of the country he'd have no problems in finding her. So Gaia remained put and continued the Master's charade as he guided her into the house, the world's media gathered around the door. All she could do was hope that the Doctor would find a way to stop him before it was too late.

"Mr Saxon, this way, sir. Come on, kiss for the lady, sir." A Reporter yelled as the Master directed Gaia to the house, but the Master, being the melodramatic man he was, couldn't resist a little camera time. So he whirled around to face the camera's a planted a kiss on Gaia's lips. Unlike the previous kiss with the 11th Doctor and River, Gaia felt nothing from his lips on hers. In every possible way it felt wrong, morally, consciously and biologically. The taste of him on her lips caused her body's natural reaction to vomit to rise in her throat, and although she wasn't currently looking herself, she still didn't want to vomit in public, so she rather disgustingly swallowed the vomit down.

The Master satisfied that he had upholded his image of madrigal status to the world, turned to face the camera's once more. With his arm wrapped tightly around Gaia's waist his made his speech to the world. "This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that, what this country need, right now... is a doctor." Gaia could feel the bile returning.

Walking down the hall of Downing Street, Gaia was almost tempted to laugh at the amount of files and paperwork the Master was handed by separate members of staff. Unfortunately the Master noticed. "Is that a smile?" He asked childishly. Gaia didn't reply. Thankfully this was when Tish decided to make herself known.
"Uh, sir... If you don't mind me asking... I'm sorry, but it's all a bit new. What exactly do you want me to do?" Martha's sister asked.
"Oh yes, what was it, uh...?"
"Tish. Letitia Jones."
"Tish. Well then, Tish... You just stand there and look gorgeous." He said and then walked into the cabinet room.

Gaia was furious with him. After being directed to the bathroom she rinsed out her mouth, trying to take the taste of that vile man out of her mouth. Thankfully these were private bathrooms, so she wasn't destined to be interrupted. 18 months she had been forced to follow him around like some puppy, he had forced her to become Lucy Saxon and this, in the bathroom of all places, was the furthest he'd let her venture from him. On Utopia, she had nearly killed him. What he did to those people... and they were human as well. She could feel her eyes well up.

"Snap out of it." Gaia said to herself, she couldn't afford to get emotional now. She just had to play the Master's puppy a bit longer until the Doctor got here and then everything would be alright. He'd save the day, he had too. Otherwise they'd be no 11 or River, so he had come... eventually.

Collecting herself Gaia walked into the other room that had been set aside for her. She sat herself down on the red sofa that was in the centre of the room and tried to relax. The peace and quiet lasted of about 2 minutes as a blonde lady and Tish stumbled into the room. "Mrs Saxon, Vivien Rook, Sunday Mirror. You've heard of me." Vivien, the blonde said.
"Oh, can't I just have an hour to myself? It's been a hell of a day." Gaia said, almost pleadingly.
"Oh, strike while the iron's hot, that's what I say, Lucy. I can call you Lucy, can't I? Now, everyone's talking about Harold Saxon, but I thought "What about the wife"? All I need is twenty minutes." Vivien continued. Gaia was intrigued by this, a reporter. If she could get a message out, to the Doctor or even Torchwood this ordeal may be over a lot quicker.
"Oh, well, I suppose... Oh, go on then. Twenty minutes." Gaia agreed.
"Excellent! Thank you! Oh, oh, what was it? Oh Tish. Now you can leave us alone." Tish insisted that she had to stay in, but Vivien proceeded in kicking her out nonetheless and Gaia wasn't inclined to argue, if the Master caught them she didn't want Martha's sister getting hurt.

Once Tish was out the room Vivien turned to face Gaia. "Mrs Saxon, I have reason to believe... that you're in very great danger. All of us, in fact. Not just the country, but the whole world. I beg you hear me out." Vivien pleaded. Gaia was currently mentally debating the way she should go about this. Should she out rightly say it or beat around the bush a little? The latter option had less risks of it being caught, but would require a great deal of thought on her part. With very few options she chose the latter.

"What are you talking about?" She questioned Vivien.
"Your husband is not who he says he it. I'm sorry bit it's a lie. Everything's a lie." Vivien implored. "All of it. The school days, his degree, even his mother and father. It's all invented. Look, Harold Saxon never went to Cambridge. There was no Harold Saxon. The thing is, it's obvious. The forgery is screaming out and yet no one can see it. It's as if he's mesmerized the entire world." Vivien continued.
"But don't you see, Mrs Rook. He's trying to change the country. Send us to a Utopia." Gaia said slowly, but Vivien wasn't listening.
"18 months ago he became real. This is the first, honest-to God appearance, just after the downfall of Harriet Jones. And at exactly the same time, they launched the Archangel Network."
"He's trying to help us Master are problems, by changing the way we perceive things. Helping us use things that are right before are eyes, like nature." Gaia continued, but she wasn't starting to think this attempt would end up futile. She was proven correct.

"Lucy," a voice called from the door. Gaia winced. "I didn't realise you were allowing reporters in." Vivien turned around and her fears were proven correct, `Harold Saxon` stood at the door.
"Mr Saxon. Prime Minister, I-I-I was just having a little joke with poor little Lucy. I-I didn't mean..." Vivien stuttered terrified.
"Oh, but you're absolutely right. Harold Saxon doesn't exist; neither does Lucy Saxon for that matter. Isn't that right?" The Master said and Gaia screamed falling to the floor. Her mind seared as the Master lashed out in a telepathic attack.
"Stop it, please, just stop." Gaia pleaded. The Master laughed at her pleading.
"Who are you?" Vivien asked terrified.
"I am the Master and these are my friends." Four of the creations that had been created on Utopia appeared behind the Master and they began to talk.
"The Lady doesn't like us," The first sphere said.
"Silly Lady." The second sphere said.
"Dead lady." The third sphere said.

The Master grabbed Gaia's arm and pulled her out of the room as the spheres were let loose on Vivien. Vivien screamed and the Master quickly closed the door, him and Gaia now in the corridor. "You didn't have to do that!" Gaia whined, her head still thundering from his attack.
"Oh, but you were trying to ruin my fun." The Master whined.
"Fun! You killed her!" Gaia shouted fuming.
"Oh hush now. It's not as if this is your planet." The Master dismissed and started to walk away. Gaia remained quiet and didn't follow; he had never asked which planet she was linked too, so she had never told him.

The Master noticed her silence and stopped in his tracks. "Wait, Earth is your planet?" He said turning on his heels. Gaia looked down, not able to meet his eye. "It is and you're linked to the stinking humans who inhabit it." He said; Gaia's lips thinned. The Master then walked up and stood right in front of her. "Now I'm truly sorry of what is to come." He said almost regretfully and walked away. Gaia didn't know what he was planning, all she could do was hope the Doctor got here before he could.

Gaia sat on the plush red seat her legs crossed and the expression fierce. The Master was currently addressing the nation with his first official Prime Ministerial speech and Gaia couldn't help but have a feeling something extraordinarily bad was going to happen. "Britain, Britain, Britain. What extraordinary times we've had. Just a few years ago, this world was so small. And then they came, out of the unknown, falling from the skies. You've seen it happen... Big Ben destroyed, a spaceship over London. All those ghosts and metal men. The Christmas star that came to kill. Time and time again the government 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." Gaia had to hold back a gasp as a video of the sphere's appeared on the monitor.

"People of Earth," the Sphere began. "We come in peace. We bring you great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship." The sphere said and Gaia had to hold back from shouting in protest. The Masters childish remark didn't help.
"Ooh, sweet. And this species has identified itself. They're called the Toclafane. And tomorrow they will appear. Not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species will begin. Tomorrow, we take place our place in the universe..." Gaia would have gotten up at this point, but she could feel the Master's mind teetering on her weakened barriers, one wrong move and he'd attack. So she had no choice but to sit and wait. "...Every man, woman and child. Every teacher and chemist and lorry driver and farmer. And every... oh, I don't know... medical student?" The Master finished and locked eyes with Gaia. Gaia gulped... Martha.

Gaia sat in one of the empty meeting rooms, the Master sitting opposite with his feet on the table, chucking grapes into his mouth. "I don't see why you're so angry. I gave them a warning." He said, almost innocently.
"You bombed her house! What if someone else had been there, you could've hurt anyone with..." Gaia began but the Master held his finger up and shushed her as he picked up the phone. Gaia was fuming as Martha's voice filled the sound-proofed room.
"You gotta trust me. Go to Boxer's. Stay with him. Don't tell anyone! Just hide!" Martha said to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
"Ooh, a nice little game of hide-and-seek. I love that. But I'll find you, Martha Jones. Been a long time since we saw each other. Must be, what, one hundred trillion years?" The Master said causing Martha to go in uproar.
"Let them go, Saxon. Do you hear me? Let them go!" The Master didn't reply.

"I'm here." The Doctor's voice now bounced around the room. The Master took a deep breath.
"Doctor." He greeted, anything but warmly.
"Master."
"I like it when you use my name."
"You chose it. Psychiatrist's field day."
"As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctimonious is that?"
"Where's Gaia?"
"Oh, your precious planet-keeper, she's right here. Been a pain in the arse if I'm quite honest. Lecturing me on how blowing you up was a bad idea. The cheek of it."
"Shut up!" Gaia called.
"See there she is again." The Master said to the Doctor.
"That wasn't Gaia, that was your wife." The Doctor retorted worriedly and slightly angrily. Gaia's anger subsided, she knew it was stupid to be upset about that fact the Doctor didn't recognise her, she'd got a perception filter on, but the fact of the matter was... it still hurt.
"Perception filters are wonderful things." The Master stated, eyeing the golden chain that hung around Gaia's neck.

The Doctor changed the subject, satisfied that Gaia was safe. The Master wouldn't do anything to her if she stayed by the Master's side until he could get to her. "So... Prime Minister." The Doctor said his tone considerably more relaxed.
"I know. It's good, isn't it?" The Master replied not surprised at the Doctor's changed of topic.
"Who are those creatures? 'Cause there's no such thing as Toclafane. It's just a made-up name like the Bogeyman." The Master was very quick to reply.
"Do you remember all those fairy tales about the Toclafane when we were kids? Back home. Where is it, Doctor?"
"Gone."
"How can Gallifray be gone?" The Master was now on his feet; his anger evident on his face, Gaia almost shrank back in her chair. The anger of a Timelord was something to be feared.
"It burnt."
"And the Time Lords?"
"Dead. And the Daleks... more or less. What happened to you?"
"The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I'd be the perfect warrior for a Time War. I was there when the Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform. I saw it. I ran. I ran so far. Made myself human so they would never find me because... I was so scared."
"I know."

"Ooh, look. You're on TV." The Master said, eager to move this conversation along.
"What? What are you up too? What are those creatures? Tell me!" The Doctor shouted.
"No, really you're on the tele." The Master began and a large monitor in the meeting room turned on displaying BBC News. Gaia gasped. "You're public enemies one, two and three. Oh, and you can tell handsome Jack that I've sent his little gang off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas so he won't be getting any help from them." The monitor in the meeting room changed to a CCTV image of the Doctor on the phone, Martha and Jack standing together in the background. "Now, go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the right?"
"He can see us!" The Doctor's voice echoed around the room and the CCTV footage went blank.
"Run for your life, Doctor. RUN!" The Master bellowed and then hung up. Gaia fiddled with the corner of her dress.

Gaia now stood by the Master's side, the wind blowing her hair as Air Force 1 came into land. The President exited the plane and walked down to the steps to meet them at the tarmac. "Mr President, sir!" The Master said his voice anything but serious.
"Mr Saxon. The British Army will stand down. From now on, UNIT has control of this operation." President Winters said.
"You make it sound like an invasion."
"First contact police was decided by the Security Council in 1968. And you've just gone and ignored it."
"Well, you know what it's like. New job, all the paperwork. I think it's down the back of the settee. I did have a quick look. I found a pen, a sweet, a bus ticket and uh... have you met the wife?"
"Mr Saxon, I'm not sure what your game is but there are provisions at the United Nations to have you removed from office unless you are very, very careful. Is that understood ?" Winters began and the Master mimed zipping his lips. "Are you taking this seriously ?" The Master nodded. "To business. We've accessed your files on these...Toclafane. First contact cannot take place on any sovereign soil. For that purpose, the aircraft carrier Valiant is en route. The rendezvous will take place there at 8:00 am." The Master then tried to talk though his `zipped` lips. Gaia couldn't stop the giggle that erupted from her lips, causing 2 weird looks from the men. "You're trying my patience, sir." Winters said to the Master. The Master `unzipped` his lips.
"So America is completely in charge?"
"Since Britain elected an ass, yes. I'll see you onboard the Valiant." Winters finished and turned to walk away.
"It'll still be televised though, won't it? Because I promised, and the whole world is watching." Winter's stopped and turned to face the Master.
"Since it's too late to pull out, the world will be watching. Me." Winter's finished and entered his car and it drove away.

The Master then turned to face Gaia. "Oh look your little friends are here." He whispered and Gaia slowly turned around to see the Doctor, Jack and Martha standing in the shadows, seeming undetected. "Arrr, bless they think perception filters will work on me. Anyhoo..." He said and turned to face their plane landing on the tarmac. "...We should reach the Valiant within the hour." He finished and led Gaia to the plane, putting his arm around her waist just to infuriate the Doctor further.

After an hour plane flight to the air ship Valiant, Gaia was now standing in the main conference room of the air ship. It was manic with preparations being made here there and everywhere, but that didn't concern Gaia. What concerned her was the fact that the Master was calm, too calm.

"I want the whole thing branded in my sort of honest, not the United Nations. Got that?" President Winters said now taking charge of the situation.
"Anything I can do? I could make tea or isn't that American enough? I don't know, I could make grits. What are grits, anyway?" The Master asked sarcastically. Winter's didn't look amused.
"If you could just sit." Winters stated and the Master turned away and made a face at Gaia.
"Misery guts." He said and pulled Gaia over to the chair. "Some of my best work. Ministry of Defence. I helped design this place. Every detail." The Master continued and sat in the chair next to Gaia.

"So, I make you laugh huh?" The Master said leaning back in his seat.
"Shut up." Gaia said with an eye roll, turning her chair away from him. The Master let out a chuckle.

"Two minutes, everyone. According to the treaty, all armed personnel are requested to leave the flight deck immediately. Thank You." Winters said, positioning himself in front of the camera. The Master still didn't look bothered and pulled a bag of jelly babies out of his pocket and offered it to Gaia. "Broadcasting at 7:58 with the arrival time at Oh-eight-hundred hours precisely. And, uh, good luck to all of us." Winters continued.

With a final last minute check the camera's started rolling and Winters made his final speech. "My fellow Americans, patriots, people of the world... I stand before you today as ambassador for humanity, a role I will undertake with utmost solemnity. Perhaps out Toclafane cousins can offer us much, but what is important is not that we gain material benefits, but that we learn to see ourselves anew." Winters began and Gaia saw the Master's smile drop. She turns instantly to the door to see the Doctor, Martha and Jack standing there, all their gazes fixed on Winters. He continues talking. "For as long as man had looked to the stars he has wondered what mysteries they hold. Now we know we are not alone..."

Gaia leaned over to the Master. "Please take off the perception filter, or at least allow me the option to take it off." She asked. The Master shook his head; too many things could go wrong.
"Not a chance." He said through gritted teeth and Gaia flopped back in her chair.

Winters was still talking as this conversation took place. "And I ask you now, I ask of the human race, to join with me in welcoming our friends. I give you the Toclafane." 3 Toclaphane spheres appeared behind Winters. "My name is Arthur Coleman Winters, President-Elect of the United States of America and designated representative of the United Nations. I welcome you to the planet Earth and its associated moon." The Spheres didn't take this introduction well.
"You're not the Master." A Blue-ish Toclaphane said.
"We like the Mr Master." A Gold-ish Toclaphane said.
"We don't like you." A Black Toclaphane said.
"I can be Master, if you so wish. I will accept mastery over you if that is God's will." Winter answered, Gaia couldn't help but feel sorry for the old man, he didn't stand a chance.
"Man is stupid." Said the black Toclaphane.
"Master is our friend." The Blue said.
"Where's my Master, pretty please?" The Gold said.

The Master couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, all right then. It's me. "The Master stands up. "Ta-da! Sorry. Sorry, I have this effect. People just get obsessed. Is it the smile? Is it the aftershave? Is it the capacity to laugh at myself? I don't know. It's crazy!" The Master said psychotically, leaving everyone in the room confused.
"Saxon, what are you talkin' about?" Winters asked shocked.
"I'm taking control Uncle Sam. Starting with you. Kill him." the Master ordered the Toclaphane. Winter was shortly disintegrated and chaos ensued.

"Guards!" The Master called and the guards ordered no one to move. The Master then looked into the camera. "Now then, peoples of Earth, please attend carefully." The Doctor rushed forward, perception filter now removed. He was caught by guards. "We meet at last, Doctor. Oh, ho! I love saying that!"
"Stop this! Stop it now!" The Doctor yelled.

He was ignored by the Master who looked up at Martha and Jack in the corner, but Gaia ran over to the Doctor. He brushed her off. "It's me Gaia." Gaia urged the Doctor looked at her sceptically.
"Aww, I don't think he believes you. Rooky mistake!" The Master said looking at the pair.
"Oh shut up." Gaia replied, fed up with his immature and degrading comments. The Master raised his eyebrows at her.
"Now that's no way to talk to your Master." He said, his voice far too soft making it all the more terrifying. Gaia then screamed and fell to the floor, the Master, once again, lashing out mentally at her.
"Stop it!" The Doctor shouted and Gaia's screaming ceased. She lay there on the floor, breathing deeply.
"Oh but Doctor, you don't believe it's her. So what if another worthless human gets hurt?" The Master toyed. The Doctor ignored him and changed the subject.

"It's that sound, the sound in your head. What if I could help?" The Doctor pleaded. The Master wasn't buying it.
"Oh, how to shut him up? I know. Memory Lane! Professor Lazarus. Remember him? And his genetic manipulation device? Did you think that little Tish got that job merely by coincidence? I've been laying traps for you all this time. And if I can concentrate all that Lazarus technology into one little screwdriver... But, ooh, if I only had the Doctor's biological code. Oh, wait a minute, I do!" The Master then ran up the stairs to a silver case. He whipped it open to reveal the Doctor's hand. "I've got his hand! And if Lazarus made himself younger, what if I reverse it? Another hundred years?" The Master then pointed his screwdriver at the Doctor. The Doctor screamed as the beam made contact and he started to convulse on the floor.

A few seconds later the Doctor collapsed to the floor, now having the body of a very old man. Gaia rushed to his side her thudding head now long forgotten and Martha's not far behind, but in her lack of understanding pushed Gaia away, believing her to be Lucy Saxon. "Ah, ah, ah." The Master said and grabbed Gaia's arm pulling her away from the Doctor. She shouted in protest. "I have something I want you to see." He said and pulled her over to the window. "And better yet feel." He continued and ripped the necklace from her neck. Gaia's appearance distorted back to herself when the Master took the perception filter off, her dark hair replaced the blonde of `Lucy Saxon` and her body shrank a little.

"Two minutes past. Watch your world burn." The Master whispered in her ear. Then out of nowhere millions upon millions of spheres appeared in the sky, their target... Earth. "Do you know how many there are? 6 billion... basically welcome to hell."

Gaia screamed as she felt the first wave of deaths, the Master still having a hold on her upper arm prevented her from falling to the floor. When on Earth or within its atmosphere, she could usually feel the death of a human but there were always enough births to counteract that. Not this time though and the deaths of so many were killing her.

Gaia didn't notice Martha teleport out of the Valiant, she was too absorbed in the pain on the Earth below to notice anything that was happening in the room, but she could feel her when she reappeared on the Earth below and all she could do was wish the girl good luck.

The Master was still stood at her side, but he loosened his grip on her arm. "And so it came to pass... that the human race fell and the Earth was no more. And I looked down..." But, before the Master could finish, Gaia disappeared in a flash of golden light.

The Master turned to the Doctor fuming. "WHERE IS SHE?" He shouted. The Doctor smiled and 3 words left his lips.
"I don't know." He muttered, but the smile remained on his face. Gaia wasn't here and right now, for her, anywhere was safer than here. The Master didn't look happy.
"Take him to his cell." He ordered the guards and they dragged Jack and the Doctor away, leaving the Master alone with his thoughts.