He lands them in an alleyway using the vortex manipulator.
"Oh, my head."
"Time travel without a capsule. That's a killer." He says and finally tries to comfort the screaming child in his arms. He hated to seem him so miserable and obviously in pain. He had tears staining his little cheeks and his face was red.
"Still, at least we made it. Earth, twenty first century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky." Jack says.
"That wasn't luck, that was me." He said.
"The moral is, if you're going to get stuck at the end of the universe, get stuck with an ex-Time Agent and his vortex manipulator."
"But this Master bloke, he's got the Tardis. He could be anywhere in time and space."
"No, he's here. Trust me." He says as the screaming finally stops. He looks down at the child who is holding on to his coat. He looked so small and fragile again. He thought back to the early days where he wouldn't have dared to explore that planet with Kiam so small still. He wondered if the three months not being able to travel much had made him reckless.
"Who is he, anyway? And that voice at the end, that wasn't the Professor."
"If the Master's a Time Lord, then he must have regenerated."
"What does that mean?"
"It means he's changed his face, voice, body, everything. New man."
"Then how are we going to find him?"
"I'll know him, the moment I see him. Time Lords always do."
"But hold on. If he could be anyone, we missed the election. But it can't be."
They turn to a public television screen as the new announcer says. "Mister Saxon has returned from the Palace and is greeting the crowd inside Saxon Headquarters."
"I said I knew that voice. When he spoke inside the Tardis. I've heard that voice hundreds of times. I've seen him. We all have. That was the voice of Harold Saxon."
That's him. He's Prime Minister. The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain. The Master and his wife?" That last part really confused him. The Master had never taken a wife before let alone a human.
-DW-
They go to the only place that makes sense. Martha's house.
"What have you got? Computer, laptop, anything. Jack, who are you phoning? You can't tell anyone we're here." He sets Kiam down on the bed and covers him with his coat, within moments he is asleep.
"Just some friends of mine, but there's no reply."
Martha hands him her laptop. "Here you go. Any good?"
"I can show you the Saxon websites. He's been around for ages."
"That's so weird though. It's the day after the election. That's only four days after I met you."
"We went flying all around the universe while he was here all the time."
"You going to tell us who he is?"
"He's a Time Lord." He says simply.
"What about the rest of it? I mean, who'd call himself the Master?"
"That's all you need to know. Come on, show me Harold Saxon." He says impatiently.
"Former Minister of Defence. First came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve. Nice work, by the way." Jack tells him pulling up webpages.
"Oh, thanks." He says distractedly still staring at the laptop.
"But he goes back years. He's famous. Everyone knows his story. Look. Cambridge University, Rugby blue. Won the Athletics thing. Wrote a novel, went into business, marriage, everything. He's got a whole life." Martha continued.
-DW-
Jack calls out from the kitchen. "But he's got the Tardis. Maybe the Master went back in time and has been living here for decades."
"No."
"Why not? Worked for me."
"When he was stealing the Tardis, the only thing I could do was fuse the coordinates. I locked them permanently. He can only travel between the year one hundred trillion and the last place the Tardis landed. Which is right here, right now."
"Yeah, but a little leeway?"
"Well, eighteen months, tops. The most he could have been here is eighteen months. So how has he managed all this? The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale." He was confused and needed time to think and talk this out.
"I was going to vote for him."
"Really?" He silently added that to his mental list of reasons she was beginning to worry him.
"Well, it was before I even met you. And I liked him."
"Me too."
"Why do you say that? What was his policy? What did he stand for?"
"I don't know. He always sounded good. Like you could trust him. Just nice. He spoke about. I can't really remember, but it was good. Just the sound of his voice."
He watches her start taping absent mindedly. "What's that?"
"What"
"That. That tapping, that rhythm. What are you doing?"
"I don't know. It's nothing. It's just, I don't know."
He hears the laptop and turns to see a pop up saying Saxon Broadcast All Channels. He grabs the remote and turns the telly on. "Our lord and master is speaking to his kingdom." He says sarcastically.
"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, and 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.
FEMALE SPHERE: People of the Earth."
A sphere appears on the telly. "We come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship."
"Ooo, sweet. And this species has identified itself. They are called the Toclafane."
"What?" He couldn't believe it. Toclafanes were a children's story.
"And tomorrow morning, they will appear. Not in secret, but to all of you. Diplomatic relations with a new species Will begin. Tomorrow, we take our place in the universe. Every man, woman and child. Every teacher and chemist and lorry driver and farmer. Oh, I don't know, every medical student?"
He turns to look at Martha, then jumps and grabs the TV turning it around to see sticks of explosive strapped to the back. "Out." He scoops up Kiam as gently as he can and settles him in one arm. He grabs the laptop with the other hand and runs out into the street. He hears the house explode and turns to see fire pouring out of the windows.
"All right?"
"Fine, yeah, fine." Jack answers.
"Martha? What are you doing?" He says turning to check on Martha and seeing her holding her phone.
"He knows about me. What about my family?"
"Don't tell them anything."
"I'll do what I like." She tells him as he adds another note to his list.
He hears Martha screaming into the phone and then she turns to him. "We've got to help them."
"That's exactly what they want. It's a trap"
"I don't care." Check.
He climbs into the front of the car and holds Kiam on his lap and tries his best to buckle them in to keep him safe. He holds him tight as Martha drives like a mad woman in on coming traffic. "Corner!" He says frantically as he tells himself he is going to have a serious conversation with her later.
He watches as she uses her phone to try to call Tish but the line cuts off. Tish starts to scream and he hears Martha saying frantically still "What's happening? Tish! It's your fault. It's all your fault!"
They pull up outside of her parents house and seeing the police he tells her to reverse. Angry that she ingores him he tries again. "Get out, now!"
"Move it!" Jack yells as bullets hit the car. Finally the car reverses and the rear window shatters as they drive away.
"The only place we can go planet Earth. Great!"
"Careful!"
"Martha, listen to me. Do as I say. We've got to ditch this car. Pull over. Right now!"
They pull over under an underpass and he gets out of the car, checking to make sure Kiam is okay before turning his attention back to her. "Martha, come on!" He says unhappy to see she is on the phone again.
Hearing her start to yell into the phone. "Let them go, Saxon. Do you hear me! Let them go!"
He passes Kiam to Jack and then walks over and takes the phone from Martha.
"I'm here."
"Doctor."
"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?"
"So, Prime Minister, then."
"I know. It's good, isn't it?"
"Who are those creatures? Because there's no such thing as the Toclafane. It's just a made up name, like the Bogeyman."
"Do you remember all those fairy tales about the Toclafane when we were kids back home. Where is it, Doctor?"
"Gone," He replies as a wave of guilt rushes over him.
"How can Gallifrey be gone?"
"It burnt." He says trying to be vague, but in his mind he saw the planet burning as though it were yesterday.
"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." He doesn't dare tell him, he was afraid too.
"All of them? But not you, which must mean"
"I was the only one who could end it. And I tried. I did. I tried everything."
"What did it feel like, though? Two almighty civilizations burning. Oh, tell me, how did that feel?"
"Stop it!" He was angry again.
"You must have been like God."
"I've been alone ever since. But not anymore. Don't you see? All we've got is each other." He didn't mention Kiam, hoping the Master hadn't discovered that the child was his.
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"You could stop this right now. We could leave this planet. We can fight across the constellations, if that's what you want, but not on Earth."
"Too late."
"Why do you say that?"
"The drumming. Can't you hear it? I thought it would stop, but it never does. Never ever stops. Inside my head, the drumming, Doctor. The constant drumming."
"I could help you. Please, let me help."
"It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums."
He hears a man nearby start taping the same rhythm What have you done? Tell me how you've done this. What are those creatures? Tell me!
"Ooo look. You're on TV."
"Stop it. Answer me."
"No, really. You're on telly. You and your little band, which, by the way, is ticking every demographic box. So, congratulations on that. Look, there you are."
He waves the others other and sees their picture on the Telly for being terrorist suspects. "They are known to be armed and extremely dangerous." he hears the news castors say.
"You're public enemies number 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 , go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the right?"
"He can see us." He stops the camera with his screwdriver.
"Oh, you public menace. Better start running. Go on, run."
"He's got control of everything."
"What do we do?" Martha ask.
"We've got nowhere to go." Jack chimes in.
"Doctor, what do we do?" She ask again.
"Run, Doctor." The Master says over the phone. Run for your life!"
He takes kiam back from Jack, as he hangs up the phone. "We run." he tells them.