Chapter Three

The Master walked out the meeting room and chuckled to himself. One fell swoop and his underlings were history. He shoulda thought of that sooner. Now the cleanup was left to a few handpicked and trusted followers who would dispose of the bodies somewhere. He didn't care where they put them as long as they didn't resurface in the future.

He headed back to his office but was stopped on the way there by Ian, his assistant. He had been a part of the staff of the previous Prime Minister and the Master thought him weak-minded. He was right when it took little effort to brainwash him and turn him into his right hand man. Ian mainly gave him updates and information on press conferences and scheduled events now.

"Yes?" the Master said.

"Mister Saxon, there is a journalist here who wishes to speak with Mrs. Saxon," Ian said, reading off a clipboard.

The Master raised an eyebrow at that. Someone wanted to speak with Rose instead of him. A dozen red flags went off in his mind but he decided to let Rose go ahead and do it so he could see what this reporter wanted.

"Very well," the Master said. "Anything else?"

"Well, a report came in from your spies. The Doctor has been spotted going into Martha Jones's flat."

"Wow, that was fast. Even I didn't think he'd find a way back that quickly," the Master muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Ian said.

"Nothing," the Master said, waving a hand dismissively. "Just put plan B into action."

"The press conference?" Ian said.

"Yes. I want to speak to my people and to the Doctor in particular. Tell my staff to get my office ready."

"Yes, Sir."

After Ian told him he had no more reports, the Master dismissed him and walked on towards his office. Rose was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. She looked up when he entered and closed the door.

"Bad news, darling. A journalist wants to meet with you."

"Me? Why?" Rose said, setting the magazine down beside her.

"Don't know. But I want you to find out. I'll be spying on her while you answer her questions."

"But I'm not very good at answering questions, Harry," Rose said.

"I know, I know, just do the best you can. I have a feeling this is some nosy person who needs to be disposed of."

Rose considered that for a moment.

"The Toclafane will do the disposing?" she said.

"Most likely," the Master said, walking over to his desk.

"Won't that make a mess?"

"Most likely," the Master said, sitting down in his chair.

The Master looked over when Rose said nothing further and noticed the worried expression on Rose's face.

"What is it?" he said.

"Harry, I'm worried this is going too far. The deaths, what if people find out?" Rose said.

"Just let me handle it. I have everything under control," the Master said.

He noticed the dubious look on her face and got up from his chair. He crossed over to her and embraced her.

"Just trust me, darling. I know what I'm doing," he said. "Now can you leave me alone? I want to make an announcement and people will be coming in here with the lighting and sound equipment and the cameras. I won't be long."

Rose nodded and kissed him. The Master watched her go and walked back to his desk when she left the room.


Martha opened the door to her flat and let everyone in. She observed the Doctor as he came inside the room and she could tell he was distracted. She sighed knowing exactly where his thoughts were at. She shut the door and retrieved her laptop while Jack looked around.

"Small but nice," he observed as he turned around in a circle. "Very cozy."

"I like it," Martha said, bringing the laptop to the Doctor. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Just worried, Martha. I'll be fine," the Doctor said. "I'll stop worrying when Rose is back in safe hands."

Martha shook the image of Rose being in the Doctor's hands and nodded as she patted his shoulder. She left him with the laptop while she went to make some tea. Jack followed her into the kitchen and sighed as he leaned against the counter and watched her.

"Makes no sense. Rose isn't evil. He musta done something to her," Jack said.

Martha gave a noncommittal shrug, not really knowing what to say to that.

"I know you don't know her but she's a wonderful person," Jack said. "Sweet and caring so being the wife of a bad guy is a bit of a shocker."

"Well, like you said, he must have done something to her," Martha said, bringing three mugs down out of the cabinet.

"Thing is, if the future is altered why aren't our memories of her changed?" Jack said. "I remember it all, traveling with her and if the Master got to her first, that should all be gone now but it isn't. That's the strangest thing."

"I think this whole thing is strange," Martha said.

Jack chuckled mirthlessly.

"Travel with the Doctor and strange things don't seem that strange anymore," he said.

"I agree with that," Martha said.

"Okay, found Saxon's website," the Doctor called out.

Jack left the room while Martha continued to make the tea. He could hear the Doctor pointing out things to Jack that he'd found on the website and her heart hurt as she wished she had met the Doctor earlier and had traveled with him and Jack. She envied the rapport they had. Even though the Doctor mentioned that he had been repulsed by Jack's immortality, he seemed to be at ease around him now. She wished the Doctor would show the same warmth to her that he showed to Jack and Rose. She tried so hard to please him but she still didn't feel like she was a part of the team. She doubted she would ever be accepted fully and that thought made her feel even more depressed. She could hear the Doctor and Jack speaking softly and then Jack came into the kitchen.

"Quick question," Jack said. "Do you remember hearing anything about Saxon's early life? His family or accomplishments, things like that."

Martha paused in thought. She turned and noticed the Doctor had joined Jack at the door.

"No, I don't think I ever heard anything like that," Martha said.

"I wanted to know because Saxon has a complete history of his life on the website," the Doctor said. "And knowing what we know, we know it's all fabricated. I just wanted to know what you knew about Saxon before you met me."


Martha's brow furrowed. Now that she thought about it, she really didn't know much about Saxon.

"What were his policies? What did he stand for?" the Doctor said when Martha didn't answer.

"I…don't know," Martha said. "I really don't know anything about him, to be honest."

"Did you vote for him though?" the Doctor said.

"Yeah, I did."

"Why?" the Doctor said.

Martha again thought hard about that.

"It seemed…like the right thing to do," she murmured.

"Yeah, I felt the same way. We all did at the Hub," Jack said. "We all voted for him."

"Without knowing anything about him or his policies," the Doctor said.

Jack and Martha looked at each other.

"He just seemed…nice," Martha said in a distant voice while her fingers started tapping out a beat on the countertop. "He seemed so trustworthy. I…trust him."

The Doctor looked at Jack and pointed to her tapping fingers while Martha stared off into space.

"I saw a few people making that same rhythm while we walked here. The Master's done something to everyone and I think it's the reason people voted for him."

Jack noticed Martha was still distant and he walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Martha jerked and her fingers stopped moving.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, mind was a million miles away," Martha said sheepishly.

"Martha, you and everyone else have been hypnotized into voting for him," the Doctor said. "The Master came back here and set up this whole life for himself and made everyone vote for him somehow. He's up to something and we have to stop him."

The Doctor walked back into the other room while Jack picked up one of the finished teas.

"I was hypnotized?" Martha said in shock.

"Don't feel bad, my friends and I were hypnotized too," Jack said, picking up another mug for the Doctor. "I'm betting Rose is the same way. Hypnotized into thinking she's his wife."

"But how? How did he hypnotize the entire UK?" Martha said.

"That's what we need to find out," Jack said as Martha took her mug and they went into the other room.

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