A/N: This is the moment most of you have been waiting for: the chapters where Katy finally opens her locket and restores her Time Lady subconscious. These chapters are based on the Doctor Who episode 'The Sound of Drums'.

I do not own Doctor Who. All I own is my OC Katy and this story. Please review and no flaming will be tolerated.

Thanks :)

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE

"Run for your life my love,
Run and don't give up.
With all that you are,
All that you want.
I will be close behind.
Run for your life."
– The Fray: 'Run for Your Life' (Scars & Stories [2012]).

Alleyway
London 2007

In a quiet ordinary alleyway, a vortex suddenly appears, blowing around all the rubbish. Seconds later the vortex spits out the Doctor, Katy, Jack and Martha; all groaning in discomfort once the vortex disappears without a trace.

"Oh, my head…" Martha groaned, stumbling a bit and using the brick wall beside them to help herself stay upright.

"Time travel without a capsule. That's a killer," the Doctor winced, cracking his neck a little.

"That was like getting sucked through a tight plastic tube." Katy complained, looking paler than before, thinking back to the description of disapparating from the Harry Potter books. The four of them head towards the end of the alleyway and check around to see if they had arrived at the correct destination.

The four of them walk down a busy street. The Doctor looked incredibly worried; the Master was on the loose somewhere in 21st century London and could literally be anyone. Katy and Jack walked either side of him, with Katy still fiddling with her locket nervously. Something that the Doctor noted and reaches over to take her hand in his to distract her from her fidgeting. It wouldn't do for her to accidentally snap the chain and lose her subconscious somewhere in the street where anyone could pick it up. Martha walked behind them, glancing about for anything out of the ordinary too.

"Still, at least we made it," Jack attempted to look on the bright side. "Earth, 21st Century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky." He observed, and the Doctor scoffed flatly.

"That wasn't luck, that was me."

Yana's Laboratory
A few minutes earlier…

The four of them were struggling to keep the Futurekind out, whilst the Doctor was using the sonic screwdriver on Jack's broken vortex manipulator cuff.

"Hold still! Don't move! Hold it still!" the Doctor barks at Jack, impatiently.

"I'm telling you; it's broken." Jack insisted. "It hasn't worked for years!"

"That's because you didn't have me," the Doctor pointed out, before reaching out to wrap an arm around Katy's waist and hold her steady against him due to her weakened condition. "Katy, Martha, grab hold, now!" He instructs, and both girls scramble to touch a bit of the manipulator on Jack's wrist, along with the Doctor.

Then he presses down firmly on a button on the side of the device, and they instantly vanish.

Street

They regroup in the middle of the square; Katy and Martha sitting on a bench, with the Doctor and Jack sitting on the rim of a fountain facing them.

"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." Jack stated, flippantly.

Neither the Doctor nor Katy were 100% listening to what Jack had to say: the Doctor was staring off into the distance, while Katy was leaning back with her eyes shut against the sunshine, trying to fight off the last of her headache, which seemed to be finally ebbing away now that the Master was no longer within close distance to her.

"But this Master bloke, he's got the Tardis. He could be anywhere in time and space." Martha pointed out, looking worried.

"No, he's here. Trust me." The Doctor muttered, darkly.

"Who is he anyway? And that voice at the end, that wasn't the Professor." Martha stated.

"If the Master's a Time Lord, then he must have regenerated." Jack realised, and Martha looked at him with confusion.

"What does that mean?"

"It means he's changed his face, voice, body, everything." Katy mumbles, groggily. Her headache had really made her tired. "New man." Then she sits up abruptly, inclining her head when she could suddenly hear something vaguely familiar. Katy glances around for the source of the noise and sees a beggar tapping a rhythm on his tin mug.

'Di-di-di-dum. Di-di-di-dum'

Her eyes widen and she glances over at the Doctor, realising that he too had also spotted the beggar.

"Then how are we going to find him?" Martha asked.

"I'll know him, the moment I see him. Time Lords always do," the Doctor reassures them.

"Sometimes do," Katy corrects him, flatly. "You only realised that I was a Time Lady when you looked into my mind and saw memories of my life on Gallifrey." The Doctor rolled his eyes looking somewhat exasperated.

"But hold on. If he could be anyone…" Martha's eyes widened when she catches a glimpse of a series of public television screens on lamp posts, which were broadcasting the news. "We've missed the election," She realises. "But it can't be…" Martha gets up from the bench and walks over to a nearby public television screen so she could hear the newsreader properly.

The Doctor, Katy and Jack follow her.

"Mister Saxon has returned from the Palace and is greeting the crowd inside Saxon Headquarters." The new Prime Minister: a sandy blonde-haired man in a designer suit in his mid-30s, walks down some steps with his wife clinging to his arm, waving triumphantly at press cameras and well-wishers all around them.

"I said I knew that voice," Martha was stunned. "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."

"Yeah, he does look somewhat familiar…" Katy acknowledged, sounding a bit absent.

The Doctor was shocked.

"That's him. He's Prime Minister!" He confirmed.

"Mister Saxon, this way, sir." A photographer requests Saxon's attention. "Come on, kiss for the lady, sir."

"The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain." Saxon leans over and gives his wife a chaste kiss on the lips, surprising the Doctor. "The Master and his wife?"

"This country has been sick," Saxon gives his inaugural speech to the public. "This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that what this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor." He gives the camera a charming smile, that had subtle undertones of mocking, that made Katy bristle.

10 Downing Street

The Master and his wife, Lucy, walked along a corridor in 10 Downing Street whilst aides hand him various reports.

"Finance report, sir."

"Military protocol, sir."

"EC directive, sir."

"Annual budget, sir."

"Policy recommendations."

They arrive outside the Cabinet Room, where a meeting between himself and some MPs was about to begin. Lucy disengages herself from the Master's arm and turns to face him, a proud beaming smile on her face.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry." Lucy praises him before the Master leans in and kisses her chastely. He cups her cheek with his hand.

"Bless."

"Sir," the Master turns and sees Martha's older sister, Tish, walking briskly up to him, looking a bit flustered, carrying a clipboard and a stack of documents in her arms. "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?" Tish asks, curiously. The Master looks at her thoughtfully, before brightening a little, as though remembering something.

"Oh yes, what was it?" He asks Tish to jog his memory about who she was.

"Tish. Letitia Jones." Tish supplies to him, looking a bit bemused. The Master gives her an indulgent smile.

"Tish. Well then, Tish, you just stand there and look gorgeous." He suggests to her before making his way into the Cabinet Room.

Tish raises an eyebrow at him, perplexed by how strange she considers the new Prime Minister of Great Britain.

Cabinet Room

The full Cabinet are assembled, just waiting for the Master to make his appearance so they could begin the meeting. He walks in, all smiles, and makes his way to the head of the table to take his seat.

"A glorious day!" He exclaims, brightly. "Downing Street rebuilt, the Cabinet in session. Let the work of government begin." The Master throws the files he had been given by his aides into the air, carelessly. None of the men sitting with him at the Cabinet Table crack a smile; they just stare at him with unamused, perplexed looks. "Oh, go on. Crack a smile." He scolds lightly. "It's funny, isn't it?" the Master turns to one of the men sitting beside him. "Albert, funny? No? Little bit?"

The man, Dumfries, clears his throat uncomfortably.

"Very funny, sir." He reluctantly acknowledges. "But if we could get down to business, there is the matter of policy, of which we have very little—"

"No, no, no, no." The Master interrupts. "Before we start all that, I just want to say thank you." He receives surprised looks. "Thank you, one and all. You ugly, fat faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors." He spits, with disdain, giving them all an unpleasant sneer.

"Yes, quite, very funny." Dumfries acknowledges once again. "But I think—"

"No," the Master interrupts once again, this time rather crossly. "No, that wasn't funny. You see, I'm not making myself very clear. Funny is like this…" He pulls an exaggerated big grin with wide eyes. "…Not funny is like this…" An exaggerated deep scowl and frown. "And right now, I'm not like…" exaggerated big grin. "I'm like…" exaggerated deep scowl. "Because you are traitors. Yes, you are!" He shouts. "As soon as you saw the vote swinging my way, you abandoned your parties and you jumped on the Saxon bandwagon. So this is your reward." The Master pulls out from beneath the table, an oxygen mask, which he promptly puts on.

"Excuse me, Prime Minister. Do you mind my asking, what is that?" Dumfries questions, in confusion.

"It's a gas mask," the Master responded, the oxygen mask muffling his voice.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's an oxygen mask," the Master pulls off the mask briefly to repeat his answer to Dumfries who frowns at him.

"Yes, but, er, why are you wearing it?" Dumfries asks, getting a bit impatient now. The Master shrugged like it should've been obvious.

"Well, because of the gas." The Master muffles.

"I'm sorry?" Dumfries snaps, impatiently.

"Because of the gas!" the Master pulls the mask away from his face one more time to elaborate.

"What gas?"

"This gas…" the Master clarifies through his mask, as the conference telephone set pops up and squirts gas at the Cabinet and officials. Immediately everyone, except for the Master, starts coughing and gasping for breath.

Dumfries glares at him in betrayal.

"You're insane!" He croaks, as the Master grinned at him and gives him a thumbs up. Dumfries and the rest of his colleagues die, then the Master starts tapping the drumbeat in his head on the table.

Martha's Flat

Martha leads the Doctor, Katy and Jack back to her flat to regroup and figure out what their next move was going to be to confront the Master.

"Home," Martha sighs with relief, tossing her house keys next to her answering machine, which was blinking with a saved new message, while Katy goes over to Martha's settee and takes a seat on it. The Doctor wastes no time in scouring the room for internet access.

"What have you got?" He asks Martha, impatiently. "Computer, laptop, anything." He spots Jack making a phone call. "Jack, who are you phoning? You can't tell anyone we're here." The Doctor warns him, firmly.

"Just some friends of mine, but there's no reply." Jack explains, looking a bit confused and worried.

Martha looks for her laptop and hands it to the Doctor.

"Here you go. Any good?" She offers it to him, and the Doctor eagerly takes it and takes a seat beside Katy on the settee, putting the laptop down on her coffee table. Jack takes a seat on the Doctor's other side.

"I can show you the Saxon websites. He's been around for ages." Jack informs the Doctor, who looks uneasy.

"That's so weird though. It's the day after the election. That's only four days after I met you." Martha realises, looking shocked.

"We went flying all around the universe while he was here all the time…" Katy muses quietly, earning a concerned look from her boyfriend. Normally, she'd be a bit more alert and eager to help solve the situation. Now? Katy was a bit subdued; like she was realising just now that she had something of great importance that she needed to do … but she was very reluctant to follow through with it.

It was a bit worrying.

"Doctor?" He redirects his attention towards a slightly accusatory Martha. "You going to tell us who he is?"

"He's a Time Lord," He focuses on the laptop screen, on what Jack was attempting to do; and reaching out to take a distracted Katy's hand and anchor her to the here and now. She was next on the list of things to solve.

Martha looked a bit irritated at the monosyllabic answer.

"What about the rest of it? I mean, who'd call himself the Master?"

"That's all you need to know," the Doctor flashes her a warning look to not press the matter, as it was on a need-to-know basis. "Come on, show me Harold Saxon." He hastens Jack whose fingers fly across the keyboard on Martha's laptop. Huffing in exasperation, Martha turns towards her answering machine and finally spots the saved message blinking back at her.

She switches it on.

"Martha, where are you?" It was Tish. "I've got this new job. You won't believe it. It's weird. They just phoned me out of the blue. I'm working for—" Martha impatiently switches the machine off again.

"Oh, like it matters." She storms from the room.

Cabinet Office

An older woman, dressed in neat professional attire; the kind you'd likely see a reporter for a trendy newspaper or tabloid wearing, strolls into the Cabinet office, brandishing a newspaper article at Tish, who stepped forward to intercept her.

"I'm sorry, but you're not allowed in."

"Harold Saxon, A Modern Churchill," the woman, Vivian, smoothly dodges Tish's attempts to stop her. "It's the definitive think piece on the man himself. Oh, come on, sweetheart. You must have read it." Vivian chides her and Tish looks slightly flustered.

"Not really," She admits. "Sorry, I'm new."

"Mister Saxon does like a pretty face, but I'm here to see Mrs. Saxon," Vivian then barges her way past Tish, who immediately protests.

"You can't just go barging in!"

Drawing Room

There is a private room in 10 Downing Street where the reigning Prime Minister and his family can go for solitude away from the public for peace and quiet. Which was exactly what Lucy Saxon desired at that moment. She goes into the private room and shuts the door behind her, taking a seat on the cream-coloured settee, letting out a contented sigh. Lucy jumps when the door behind her unexpectedly opens, and Vivian barrels in, followed closely by an exasperated Tish.

"Mrs. Saxon!" Vivian greets Lucy brightly, causing the younger woman to glower at her in annoyance. "Vivien Rook, Sunday Mirror. You heard of me?"

"Oh, can't I just have an hour to myself? It's been a hell of a day…" Lucy bemoans, tiredly.

"Oh, strike while the iron's hot, that's what I say, Lucy. I can call you Lucy, can't I?" Vivian questions but continues talking before Lucy could respond. "Now, everyone's talking about Harold Saxon, but I thought, "What about the wife?" All I need is twenty minutes."

"Oh, I think maybe we should wait…" Lucy was hesitant.

"The headline's waiting to print," Vivian attempted to sweeten the deal. "The Power Behind the Throne."

"Really?" Lucy nibbles at the bait Vivian was holding underneath her nose. The older woman grins triumphantly, knowing that Lucy was slowly coming around to the idea.

"Britain's First Lady…"

"Gosh!" Lucy was pleasantly surprised; all she needed was just another tiny little nudge.

"Front page…" Vivian entices temptingly.

"Oh. Well, I suppose." Lucy caves and gives Vivian an approving smile. "Oh, go on then. Twenty minutes." She consents, and Vivian beams happily.

"Excellent! Thank you!" Vivian hands Tish her coat. "Go, go, what was it? Er, Tish. Now you can leave us alone." She pushes Tish in the direction of the Drawing Room door.

"No, but I'm supposed to sit in?" Tish pointed out.

"No, no. It's only a profile piece. You know, hair and clothes and nonsense." Vivian wrenches open the door and shoves a protesting Tish through the threshold. "There's a good girl. Out you go. That's it!" The door is closed in Tish's face. Almost immediately, Vivian's enthusiasm disappears, and a serious expression appears on her face as she turns back to a patient Lucy, who continues smiling at her pleasantly. "Mrs. Saxon," Vivian is tentative; not wanting to spook the younger woman or raise her suspicions. "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." Lucy immediately frowns, realising that she had been tricked. "No, I beg of you, hear me out." Vivian speaks up, hastily.

"What are you talking about?" Lucy questions, carefully.

"Your husband is not who he says he is," Vivian tells her. "I'm sorry, but it's a lie. Everything's a lie."

Martha's Flat

The Doctor and Katy observe incredulously various campaign videos from different celebrities giving support to the Master. They both couldn't believe what they were seeing, let alone the fact that their kinsman had managed to achieve this much, this fast:

"I'm voting Saxon," Sharon Osbourne confirms, brightly. "He can tick my box any day."

"Vote Saxon! Go Harry!" the pop band McFly cheer boisterously.

"I think Mister Saxon is exactly what this country needs," Ann Widdecombe declares in her video. The Master himself was standing beside her looking 'modest'. "He's a very fine man. And he's handsome too." She grins flirtatiously at the Master who smiles bashfully at her, chuffed by her praise. Jack rolls his eyes and quickly turns off the videos, flipping to a different part of the website.

"Former Minister of Defence. First came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve." He looks approvingly at the Doctor. "Nice work, by the way…" He congratulated the Doctor.

"Oh, thanks!" the Doctor smiles appreciatively.

"But he goes back years. He's famous. Everyone knows his story. Look!" Martha commandeers her laptop and scrolls to a different part of the website. "Cambridge University, Rugby blue. Won the Athletics thing. Wrote a novel, went into business, marriage, everything. He's got a whole life…" Martha was amazed, while the Doctor and Katy only looked more and more disturbed and worried.

Drawing Room

At the same moment, Vivian was showing Lucy the exact same documents the Doctor, Katy, Jack and Martha were looking up.

Lucy was very uncomfortable.

"All of it," Vivian was explaining. "The school days, his degree, even his mother and father, it's all invented." Lucy looked like she wanted to make an escape from this situation, any escape. But Vivian wasn't going to budge. "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 mesmerised the entire world."

"I think perhaps you should leave now," Lucy stated firmly.

"Eighteen months ago, he became real." Vivian continued as though she hadn't heard Lucy's suggestion. "This is his first, honest to God appearance, just after the downfall of Harriet Jones. And at the exact same time, they launched the Archangel Network."

"Mrs Rook, now stop it!" Lucy snapped firmly.

"Even now they've said that the Cabinet has gone into seclusion. I mean, what does that mean, seclusion?" Vivian questioned her.

"How should I know?" Lucy exclaimed, flustered.

"But I've got plenty of research on you. Yes, good family, Roedean, not especially bright but essentially harmless." That comment earned Vivian a sour expression from Lucy. "And that's why I'm asking you, Lucy. I am begging you. If you have seen anything, heard anything, even the slightest thing that would give you cause to doubt him?" Vivian urged Lucy, who looked momentarily doubtful.

"I think…"

"Yes?" Vivian immediately latched on to Lucy's words.

"There was a time when we first met, I wondered. But he was so good to my father, and he said…" Lucy hesitated, looking a little vulnerable.

"What? Just tell me, sweetheart." Vivian urged soothingly. .

"The thing is, I made my choice…" Lucy's lost demeanour suddenly shifted to something slightly mocking, and Vivian's hopeful expression falters, sensing something amiss.

"I'm sorry?"

"For better or for worse," Lucy continued, then slightly inclines her head towards the door behind her. "Isn't that right, Harry?" She confirms, and the Master smiles indulgently at his wife from where he was standing casually against the door frame of the Drawing Room, like he had been standing there the entire interview.

"My faithful companion." His voice was as smooth as silk but held a hint of danger mingled in it as well.

Vivian stiffens, caught.

"Mister Saxon. Prime Minister, I was just having a little joke with poor little Lucy." Vivian sheepishly laughs, packing away her belongings in preparation to make a hasty escape. Unaware that it was already a fruitless task. "I didn't mean—"

"Oh, but you're absolutely right." The Master's voice was deceptively light. "Harold Saxon doesn't exist."

"Then tell me. Who are you?" Vivian demanded, cautiously.

"I am the Master," the malevolent Time Lord responded, with a casual smile. "And these are my friends." He gestures with his hands and four metal spheres pop into existence and orbit around his head.

"I'm sorry?" Vivian frowns at him.

"Can't you hear it, Mrs. Rook?" the Master asks.

"What do you mean?" Vivian was confused. The Master walks closer to Vivian with slow, measured steps until he was standing right in front of her.

"The drumbeat. The drums coming closer and closer…" He smirks at her as spikes or thin blades suddenly stick out from the floating spheres.

"The lady doesn't like us…" one of the spheres comments out loud with a child-like female's voice.

"Silly lady." Another sphere, this time with a child-like male's voice speaks up. Vivian's eyes widen in horror and she begins to back away, fearful for her life.

"No…" She whimpered.

"Dead lady!" the male sphere cackles maliciously.

Vivian lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the spheres suddenly close in on her…

Outside the Drawing Room

The Master instantly runs over to Lucy and seizes her hand, as both of them run from the room the second the spheres start closing in on Vivian and she starts screaming. The Master slams the door shut behind them, blocking out the screams. But after a few moments, he opens the door again, but Vivian's scream is still continuing. He shuts it, then opens it again once more. She's still screaming.

Lucy cringes and whimpers with fear.

"Oh, but she knew. Harry, she knew everything." Lucy fretted. "You promised. You said Archangel was one hundred percent."

"Ninety-nine, ninety-eight?" the Master made a hesitant face, as he continued listening to the muffled screams of Vivian through the Drawing Room door.

"But if she's asking questions, then who else? How much time have we got?" Lucy ponders, worriedly. The Master pulls Lucy into a hug, and she clutches onto his lapels for comfort.

"Tomorrow morning. I promise." The Master reassures Lucy, who nodded looking appeased. "That's when everything ends."

'I just wish you were here with me, dearest…' The Master privately thinks to himself; a look of deep sorrow showing on his face, as he thinks about the absence of someone he once held dear to his hearts.

Martha's Flat

Jack emerges from Martha's kitchen, carrying mugs of hot tea that he had made for each of them. He asserts a possible theory towards the Doctor who absently accepts the mug of tea from Jack and takes a sip from it.

"But he's got the Tardis," Jack points out as he hands one of the mugs to Katy who thanks him with a smile and continues staring broodingly at the laptop screen at the falsified information on the Master. "Maybe the Master went back in time and has been living here for decades." He theories, but the Doctor shakes his head firmly.

"No."

"Why not?" Jack was defensive. "Worked for me." He stated, indicating to his vortex manipulator.

"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." The Doctor explained, patiently.

"Yeah, but a little leeway?" Jack was sceptical.

"Well, eighteen months, tops." The Doctor conceded. "The most he could have been here is eighteen months."

Katy frowned at him, curiously.

"So how has he managed all this?" She asked. But the Doctor shrugged, looking very clueless; something that he hated, as he knew most things and didn't like getting information second hand.

"The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale," He admitted, looking begrudgingly impressed, if it wasn't for the fact that it was also very wrong.

"I was going to vote for him…" Martha admitted. The Doctor looked at her with surprise.

"Really?"

"Well, it was before I even met you. And I liked him." Martha shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"Me too," Jack piped up, frowning a little.

"But why? Why do you say that? What was his policy? What did he stand for?" the Doctor questioned them, urgently. Katy nudges him and points towards Martha's fingers, which were starting to tap a familiar rhythm while she clarified.

"I don't know. He always sounded good." The Doctor and Katy both looked extremely alarmed as they watched Martha continuously tap the di-di-di-dum rhythm on her ring. "Like you could trust him…" Martha's voice sounded faraway, almost trance-like. "Just nice. He spoke about. I can't really remember, but it was good. Just like the sound of his voice…"

"What's that?" Katy blurted out, startling Martha out of the rhythm she was tapping on her ring.

"What?"

"That." The Doctor elaborated, indicating to the tapping. "That tapping, that rhythm. What are you doing?" He asked, insistently.

"I don't know," Martha babbled, looking bewildered. "It's nothing. It's just, I don't know…" A fanfare suddenly blares out of Martha's laptop and a pop up says Saxon Broadcast All Channels.

The Doctor immediately snatches up the TV remote and turns on the Telly.

"Our lord and master is speaking to his kingdom." The Doctor said, dryly. The Master appears on screen, sitting at his desk with his hand steepled in front of him, smiling warmly into the camera as he addressed his audience. The Doctor, Katy, and Jack eye him with mistrust, while Martha looks uncomfortable.

"Britain, Britain, Britain." The Master began his little speech. "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…" The relevant film clips of past alien events play in the background as the Master continues talking. "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…"

An image of one of the metal spheres that had murdered Vivian appears on screen.

"People of the Earth. We come in peace. We bring great gifts. We bring technology and wisdom and protection. And all we ask in return is your friendship." It states. The image shifts back to the Master's face, who adopts a falsely touched expression.

"Ooh, sweet. And this species has identified itself. They are called the Toclafane."

"What?!" the Doctor exclaimed in disbelief.

"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." Then a sinister smile spreads across the Master's face. "Oh, I don't know, every medical student?" He hints, and the Doctor immediately turns and looks at Martha, before turning the old cathode ray tube TV around, revealing sticks of dynamite strapped to the back of it.

The Doctor's eyes widen in horror.

"OUT!" He roars, grabbing the laptop and Katy, and all four of them run out into the street.

Outside Martha's Flat

They make it outside just in time before the first floor of the converted flat suddenly explodes with a massive fireball, blowing out the windows.

"Holy shit…" Katy breathed, slightly breathless from the abrupt exit from the flat. "He just tried to kill us."

"Are you all right?" The Doctor questions her and Jack, urgently.

"I'm fine…" Katy reassures him.

"Fine, yeah, fine." Jack agreed, alarmed by the close call they had. The Doctor turns towards Martha and sees that she is dialling on her phone.

"Martha? What are you doing?" He demands.

"He knows about me. What about my family?" Martha was frantic. The Doctor immediately goes up to her.

"Don't tell them anything." He warns, but Martha glares at him.

"I'll do what I like!" She hisses at him, angrily. The phone call connects and Martha sags with relief. "Mum? Oh, my God. You're there…"

"Of course I'm here, sweetheart." Francine soothes her daughter, reassuringly. "You alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine," Martha confirms. "Mum, has there been anyone asking about me?" She questions Francine, unaware that at that precise moment, an employee of the Master was sitting nearby Francine with other men, listening in to the call. Francine hesitates, and the woman narrows her eyes warningly at her.

"Martha, I think perhaps you should come 'round…" Francine suggests, but Martha immediately refuses.

"I can't. Not now…"

"No, but it's your father. We've been talking and we thought we might give it another go." This makes Martha pause and frown in suspicion. The Doctor, Katy, and Jack take note of this and watch her warily.

"Don't be so daft. Since when?" Martha questioned, sceptically.

"Just come around." Francine insists, firmly. "Come to the house. We can celebrate." But Martha wasn't buying this.

"You said you'd never get back with him in a million years…" Martha reminds her mother, suspiciously.

"Ask him yourself." Francine passes the phone to her ex-husband who reluctantly takes the phone from his ex-wife when she glowers at him to cooperate.

"Martha, it's me…" Clive greets his daughter, who is shocked to hear her father's voice over the line.

"Dad, what are you doing there?" Martha demands, urgently. Katy comes over to her friend's side when she could see that Martha was getting distressed. The Doctor and Jack follow her, equally as concerned.

"Like your mother said. Come round. We can explain everything." Clive attempts to convince Martha.

"Dad? Just say 'yes' or 'no'. Is there someone else there?" Martha instructed Clive calmly. There was silence for a few minutes as Clive deliberated his response, before making a decision.

"Yes!" He confirms, and Martha immediately panics. "Just run!" He urges his daughter, ignoring Francine's outraged protestation.

"Clive!" Martha could hear her mother's angry yell in the background.

"Listen to me! Just run! I don't know who they are!" Clive hints to Martha as two men in black grab Clive as he attempts to make an escape along the hallway.

"We're trying to help her!" Francine reprimands her ex. "Martha, don't listen to him!"

"Dad? What's going on? Dad?" Martha shouts frantically down the phone to her father, unaware that he was being forcibly taken away by some of the Master's cronies.

"We've got to get Martha away from them!" She continued hearing Francine's pleas in the background. Martha abruptly hangs up her phone; a look of determination crossing her face as she heads towards her Vauxhill Corsa.

"We've got to help them!" Martha insists to the Doctor, who immediately rejects the idea.

"That's exactly what they want. It's a trap!" He insists, but Martha was beyond rational thinking at this point, now that her family was in danger.

She glowers at him.

"I don't care!" She shouts at him before getting into her car.

The Doctor groans in frustration and rides shot gun, while Katy and Jack jump into the back seat.

Martha's Car

Martha speeds down the road, narrowly avoiding oncoming traffic as she drives frantically towards her mother's house.

"Corner!" the Doctor yells, frantically.

"Jesus, Martha!" Katy cusses, a bit fearful for her life. Martha makes a hands-free phone call, desperate to contact Tish to warn her.

"Come on Tish, pick up!" She muttered, worriedly.

The call connects.

"Martha, I can't talk right now. We just made first contact. Did you see?" Tish sounded excited, then indignant in a split second, freaking out Martha. "What are you doing?! Get off! Linda, tell them!"

"What's happening? Tish!" Martha calls out to Tish, but the line goes dead. Beyond worried, Martha hangs up and throws a caustic glare at the Doctor. "It's your fault. It's all your fault!"

The Doctor doesn't bother commenting, feeling incredibly guilty about this entire situation.

Outside Francine's house

Martha makes a turn onto her mother's street and all four of them see men dressed in black suits trying to force Francine into a police van as Martha drives up.

"I was helping you! Get off me!" Francine was shouting angrily at the woman she had been giving assistance to for the Master. But when she sees Martha's car, with not only her daughter inside the vehicle, but also the Doctor and two other passengers staring at them with horror, she makes a desperate attempt to warn them. "Martha, get out of here! Get out!"

"Target identified!" the woman confirms to the policemen standing around her, who immediately take up position to fire.

"Martha, reverse!" the Doctor yelled frantically when he sees the police aiming at them.

"Take aim…" the woman instructs.

"Get out now!" Katy shouts, just as frantically.

"Fire!" the woman gives the order, and Martha manages to turn her car around just as the police rain bullets into the back of the car.

"Move it!" shouts Jack, ducking and covering Katy when the rear window shatters from bullet fire as they drive away. Once Martha's car is out of sight, the woman turns back to the men.

"Take them away," she orders, referring to Francine and Clive.

Martha's Car

Jack raises his head to check if the coast was clear and lets out a sigh of relief before allowing Katy to get out from underneath him. The poor girl was shaken but unhurt.

"You alright?" He asks her, urgently.

"I'll live," Katy responds a bit despondently. Jack figured that was the best answer he was likely going to get out of her and refocuses his attention on an agitated Martha, who was bitching angrily out loud.

"The only place we can go, planet Earth. Great!"

"Careful!" the Doctor barks urgently when Martha narrowly avoids getting collected by oncoming traffic once again. Jack decides to be the voice of reason and leans forward to stick his head in between both Martha and the Doctor to give the former firm instructions.

"Martha, listen to me. Do as I say. We've got to ditch this car." He tells her, firmly. "Pull over. Right now!" She nodded and made a turn off towards a nearby underpass.

Underpass

Feeling paranoid and very much alert, all four of them abandon Martha's car and the Doctor, Katy and Jack immediately start walking towards safety. However, Martha appears to dawdle behind them, much to the frustration of the Doctor who looks back at her and whisper-shouts at her.

"Martha, come on!" He calls out and Martha jogs to catch up with them.

It soon starts to rain, and Martha makes one last phone call to the only other member of her family, praying that he hadn't been caught by the Master's cronies just yet. Leo picks up almost immediately.

"Leo! Oh, thank God. Leo, you've got to listen to me. Where are you?" Martha asks her younger brother, frantically. It turned out that Leo was with his girlfriend, taking a walk along a beachside. His girlfriend was pushing a pram with their son inside it.

"I'm in Brighton," Leo confirms, casually. "Yeah, we came down with Boxer. Did you see that Saxon thing on telly—"

"Leo, just listen to me. Don't go home!" Martha interrupts her brother, urgently. I'm telling you. Don't phone Mum or Dad or Tish." She warns him. "You've got to hide."

"Shut up…" Leo scoffs jokingly at his sister, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"On my life. You've got to trust me," Martha insists, urgently. "Go to Boxer's. Stay with him. Don't tell anyone. Just hide—"

"Ooh, a nice little game of hide and seek. I love that!" Martha freezes when she hears the Master's voice come over the line. "But I'll find you, Martha Jones…" the Master promises. "Been a long time since we saw each other. Must be, what, one hundred trillion years?" He mocks her, and anger rises like magma inside Martha.

"Let them go, Saxon!" Immediately the Doctor and Katy turn to look at Martha when they hear who she is talking to. "Do you hear me! Let them go!" Martha yells furiously at the Time Lord.

The Doctor snatches the phone from her and puts it to his ear.

"I'm here," He confirms to the Master who immediately transfers the call to his mobile. A pleased smile spreads across the Master's face when he finally hears the voice of his old frenemy.

"Doctor," The Master whispers with obvious delight.

"Master," The Doctor acknowledges him, but remains blank-faced.

Katy makes an attempt to go over to her boyfriend, but he firmly shakes his head at her and moves away. Confused and slightly hurt, Katy stays put, and Jack comes over and places a hand comfortingly on his friend's shoulder; he too watching the Doctor calculatingly.

"I like it when you use my name." The Master grinned.

"You chose it. Psychiatrist's field day…" the Doctor retorted with a roll of his eyes, as the Master scoffed at him.

"As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctimonious is that?" the Master sneered.

"So, Prime Minister, then…" the Doctor comments casually.

"I know. It's good, isn't it?" The Master preened like a peacock, obviously proud of his achievement. The Doctor chooses to ignore that and changes the subject abruptly.

"Who are those creatures?" He demanded, sternly. "Because there's no such thing as the Toclafane. It's just a made-up name, like the Bogeyman." The Master was silent for a moment before responding.

"Do you remember all those fairytales about the Toclafane when we were kids back home?" He pauses. "Where is it, Doctor?" The Master demanded, now serious.

"Gone." The Doctor was blunt.

"How can Gallifrey be gone?" The Master snapped, disbelievingly.

"It burnt."

"And the Time Lords?" The Master prompted, causing the Doctor to hesitate; debating on whether he should reveal Katy's survival to the Master or not.

It was a gamble, because for all the Doctor knew, the Master could potentially use Katy against him as live bait; especially if he learned that he and she were each other's tethers, and that was one thing he wanted to avoid at all costs. Especially because Katy was vulnerable without her Time Lady mind. So, he decide to feed the Master a little white lie.

"Dead. And the Daleks, more or less. What happened to you?" the Doctor enquired, curiously.

"The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I'd be the perfect warrior for a Time War." The Doctor raised an eyebrow when he sensed that the Master had become unexpectedly prickly after he revealed the Time Lords' demise. He knew for a fact that the Master despised the other Time Lords because of their difficult childhoods, so what made him so hostile all of a sudden? "I was there when the Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform," The Master continued, bitterly. "I saw it. I ran. I ran so far. Made myself human so they would never find me, because I was so scared." He admitted.

"I know." The Doctor conceded.

"All of them?" The Master was surprised, and unexpectedly grief-stricken. It confused the Doctor completely. "But not you, which must mean…"

"I was the only one who could end it," the Doctor confirmed. "And I tried. I did. I tried everything." The Doctor was ashamed, and the Master could sense it. It was like an open, festering wound. So, he decide to pick at it; make it bleed anew, just to spite him and make it hurt.

"What did it feel like, though?" The Master asked, casually. The Doctor paused, suddenly feeling trepidation. "Two almighty civilisations burning. Oh, tell me, how did that feel?"

"Stop it!"

"You must have been like God." The Master ignored him, enjoying the Doctor's obvious pain.

"I've been alone ever since." Until I learnt of Katy's existence, of course… The Doctor thought absently. "But not anymore. Don't you see? All we've got is each other." And Katy…

"Aw, are you asking me out on a date?" the Master mocked him.

"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." The Doctor offered.

"Too late." The Master rejected the offer instantly.

"Why do you say that?" the Doctor frowned.

"Because this is payback, Doctor." The Master confirmed, darkly. "When you destroyed Gallifrey, you took away the only person I ever cared about. My twin sister." The Doctor's eyes widened.

"What?"

"And now? Fair's fair: you took her away, and now I will take away … your Katy!" The Master promised, and the Doctor immediately spun and looked over at Katy in horror.

How did he know about their relationship?

"You leave her out of this, Master. She has nothing to do with this!" the Doctor growled, protectively.

"You should've thought about that sooner." The Master was unrepentant. "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…" the Master tells him, sounding half-mad.

"I could help you. Please, let me help." The Doctor urged, placatingly.

"It's everywhere," the Master continued. "Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums." A man lounging nearby starts slapping his thighs in the di-di-di-dum rhythm. The Doctor reacts with horror, which summons Katy, Martha and Jack when they see the distress on his face.

"What have you done?" the Doctor demanded. "Tell me how you've done this. What are those creatures? Tell me!"

"Ooh, look! You're on TV!" The Master exclaimed with delight.

"Stop it. Answer me!" the Doctor growls, his back to the store window, displaying TVs for sale.

"No, really. You're on telly. You, your little band and Miss Tyler, which by the way is ticking every demographic box." The four of them turn and see what the Master was talking about and see that a broadcast is on the TVs. "So, congratulations on that. Look, there you are." The ticker says NATIONWIDE HUNT FOR TERRORIST SUBJECTS, with some pictures of each of their faces.

"…known as the Captain," the News 24 reporter was saying. "They are known to be armed and extremely dangerous."

"Doctor…" Katy mutters, nervously.

The Doctor grips Martha's phone in his hand a little bit tighter; struggling to contain his temper and frustration. The Master chuckled with amusement.

"You're public enemies number one, two, three and four. Oh! And you can tell handsome Jack that I've sent his little gang…" the Doctor glances at Jack in askance, wondering what the Master was talking about. "…off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas, so he won't be getting any help from them. Now, go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the right?" The Master suggests and the Doctor turns in that direction and spots a CCTV camera pointing right at them.

"He can see us," the Doctor tells Katy, Martha and Jack before reaching for his sonic and zapping the CCTV feed.

"Oh, you public menace." The Master mocks him. "Better start running. Go on, run." The Doctor lowers Martha's phone from his ear and looks gravely at the others.

"He's got control of everything."

"What do we do?" Martha asked, worried.

"We've got nowhere to go," Jack added, looking helpless. Katy was still looking at the disconnected CCTV camera and realised what she needed to do. She clutched at her locket, feeling determined, and maybe just a little bit scared.

"Doctor, what do we do?" Martha repeats herself, and the Doctor sighed heavily, realising that they had no choice.

"Run, Doctor. And tell Miss Tyler, I'll be seeing her soon…" The Master warns ominously. "I said, RUN!" The Doctor hangs up and hands Martha her phone back.

"We run," the Doctor agrees with the Master and takes off running through the shopping centre, with the three of them following swiftly.

Cabinet Room

Satisfied that he had gotten his point across to the Doctor, the Master eventually found himself scrolling through various TV channels on his laptop, whilst sipping a glass of whiskey.

He stops on News 24.

"Tomorrow morning, Britain will be welcoming an extraterrestrial species—"

He flips to AMNN.

"The president is said to be furious that Great Britain has taken unilateral action…"

He flips onto the Chinese television news, then onto an episode of the Teletubbies, before a sphere suddenly appears. The Master acknowledges it without turning his head to face it.

"Have you seen these things?" he refers to the four Teletubbies playing with their toys on screen. He gives a child-like wonder grin. "This planet's amazing. Television in their stomach. Now that is evolution."

"Is the machine ready?" the Toclafane asks the Master who turns off the TV and finally turns towards the metal sphere.

"Tomorrow morning," He promises with an evil smile. "It reaches critical at 8:02 precisely."

"We have to escape, because it's coming, sir. The darkness, the never-ending darkness. The terrible, terrible cold. We have to run and run and run!" The Toclafane urges and the Master merely nodded in acknowledgement.

"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Tell your people the world is waiting." The sphere disappears, as the Master gets up from his chair and walks towards the window, looking at the pouring rain falling outside.

A/N: Uh, oh! The Master is on the warpath. Stay tuned, the next chapter isn't too far away!