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"I guess we shouldn't be making such a bug fuss about this because Martha's been through all this already, so she's going to know what happens next, right?" Jack asked, looking down at the Master modifying the three keys.
"Maybe," the Master mumbled, paying more attention to the keys. "But there could be a chance that the Doctor could be doing whatever I did in the other universe completely different." The Master put down the keys and looked directly at Jack, "But then again, maybe not. If all my past memories are the Doctor's, then maybe, just maybe, all the past plans I created for the version Martha remembers is going to be the same for what the Doctor does here."
"So you're going to want me to recite everything that happened from here on?" Martha crossed her arms, still deciphering if this is a trick or not. After all, the Doctor did say that the Master was known to be quite the hypnotist.
"Please?" the Master plead, putting his hands together and giving her puppy dog eyes.
Martha sighed but eventually gave in, "Fine, I remember you taking my mum, dad and sister, and making them your personal prisoners. A bunch of highly elected people were stationed up in one of those air craft carriers that fly up in the sky to officially meat the arrival of the Toclafanes. The Doctor, Jack and I were all telliported on board, each wearing one of those keys your currently making around our necks so no one would notice us. The United States President took control of the Toclafanes arrival. He welcomed them, but they wouldn't accept him. They kept asking for their Master, which was when you happily jumped up and stated that it was you they were talking about.
"Then, you ordered the Toclafanes to kill the president. After that, you took control of everything and had the Toclafanes invade Earth, killing a tenth of the population. Then you pulled out your own screwdriver that caused the Doctor age a hundred years. Soon after, the Doctor wanted me to leave, to find a way to stop all of this because...because...," Martha paused for a moment, remembering the many things she's seen on her journey. "I remember all the missiles I've seen on my journey around the world. You were tearing apart every scrap of metal you could find to build them! This happened all around the world. So many people were loosing hope when I first came to them. So many houses were torn down to create the missiles, causing several families to all be cramped into one house. It was horrible, and you...you caused it all. And after all that I've seen, you still expect me to trust you?" Martha explained, a few tears falling from her eyes at all the horrid memories.
"Martha, please trust me when I say this," the Master said softly, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, "All those horrible things that you've witnessed me do, haven't happened here. Here I didn't do any of those things, nor will I ever do anything like that."
"Please," Martha laughed, shoving his hands off her shoulders, "How do I know this isn't all a trick to stop me from ruining your plans of destroying the Earth?"
The Master pierced his lips, thinking of something to say that would convince her of the truth. "Martha Jones," he started softly, "You're training to become a doctor. I first met you at the hospital that got taken up to the Earth's moon. There was a Plasmavore lurking around, sucking people dry with a straw so she'd appear to be human so the Judoon would capture her and put her to death. Remember how I was running around with no shoes on because I shook out all the radiation I absorbed into my shoes?"
"But those aren't your memories!" Martha protested, "They're the Doctor's!"
Martha started at the Master for a moment, remembering all the memories she had with the Doctor, only with the Master in his place. She shook her head before asking. "How do I know all of this isn't a mind trick?"
Jack sighed and threw his head back, "Come on Martha, why can't you just trust him?"
"Keep out of this Jack," the Master warned, "Would you trust me right away if you were in your position?"
"You did always call Jack 'the Freak'," Martha pointed out.
Jack turned to the Master and made the best bitch face he could manage, "First of all, how dare you. You know I can't help my condition."
Martha had to hold back a laugh, at least Jack hand't changed through all this. The Master rolled his eyes and then said to Martha, "Listen, if I wanted to play these mind games with you, I would probably have used someone from your family. Why would someone who is trying to get something out of you, put you into a situation with the person you seem to hate the most, in the place of someone you seem to trust the most?"
Martha searched for an answer but couldn't fine one that would make sense, "I...I don't know."
"I need you to remember something until we can get you back into your universe, the Doctor and my roles are switched. So he's the 'bad guy' in this situation. Don't go up and approach him because there's the possibility that he will kill you. Everything that you said I was, is him right now. Can you understand that?" the Master warned.
She nodded, not wanting to face what the Doctor's going to do. "Good," the Master nodded and picked up the three keys, "Everyone put these on, as long as someone doesn't want to see us or know where we are, no one will see us due to the perception filter I've added around the TARDIS keys. But you already knew that, didn't you Martha?"
"Yeah," Martha nodded, taking one of the keys and slipping the string around her neck.
-*-*-
When Martha saw the Doctor, he still looked like she remembered him, before he looked like a one hundred year old man. He still had his really long coat that was now softly swaying in the gentle wind that was blowing all around them. He wore his brown pin striped suit and pants with a tie blue tie folded into his suit. And like any other day, he had on a pair of converse shoes. The ones he had on today were white and looked like they never seen a speck of dirt in their manufactured lives. "He still dresses the same," Martha whispered without taking her eyes off the Doctor.
"Does he know his shoes aren't really the best choice for an outfit like that?" Jack joked.
"I don't even know, he has like fifty different pairs of them in a whole rainbow of colors stashed somewhere in the TARDIS," Martha smirked.
"Quiet you two," the Master hushed, "We aren't here to discuss his fashion choices. Don't shout, don't make any major movements. Nothing that'll draw any attention to us because then the perception filter won't be so useful."
"Mr. President," the Doctor slightly bowed his head when President Winters approached him.
"Mr. Smith," President Winters said in a gruff voice, "The British Army will stand down. From now on, UNIT has control of this operation."
"After I did all this hard work," the Doctor frowned.
"First Contact policy was decided by the Security Council in 1968, and you've just gone and ignored it," President Winters exclaimed.
"Well," the Doctor scratched his ear and looked off into the distance, "You couldn't expect me to be able to read over all of that paperwork when I just got appointed to the job. To be honest, I think it may all be down at the settee. I did have a quick look through, there was a pen, a bus ticket, as well as some other things I can't remember... Oh!" the Doctor looked back at the President and brought Lucy forward, "Have you met my wife yet? Wonderful lady she is."
"Mr. Smith, 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," President Winters warned, "Is that understood? Are you taking this seriously?" The Doctor nodded. "To business. We've accessed your files on these Toclafane. First Contact cannot take place on any sovereign soil. To that purpose, the aircraft carrier Valiant is in route. The rendezvous will take place at eight AM."
The Doctor nodded a new times, looking around at everywhere but President Winters, not appearing to be paying attention. "You're trying my patience, sir," the President narrowed his eyes, trying to to loose his temper.
"So, just to be clear," the Doctor started, returning his focus onto President Winters, "America is completely in charge?"
"Since Britain elected an ass, yes. I'll see you on board the Valiant," the President nodded.
"It's still going to be televised, correct? Because I kinda promised that everyone could see what's happening," the Doctor put his hands in his coat pockets and swayed back and forth a little.
"Since it's too late to pull out, the world will be watching," President Winters enforced, "Me."
They all watched as President Winters walked away and hopped inside his motorcade and drove off. "There goes the last president of America," the Doctor shook his head. "Anyways, my dear, we have our very own private plane ready and waiting. We should be able to reach the Valiant within the hour."
Lucy give a smile and leaves with her security guard. The Doctor makes an odd, curious look when she was gone and looked in the direction of Martha, Jack, and the Master. He only turned away when a prison truck appeared. "Hey! Hi guys!" the DOctor pulled his hands out of his pockets and threw them up in the air, "So nice of you to join the party!"
"You can't just do this!" Chive, Martha's father, shouted.
"All will be revealed," the Doctor respond, a small smirk on his face.
"Oh my God," Martha cringed.
"Don't move," the Master ordered without taking his eyes off them.
"This is even worse then watching you do this to them," Martha quietly cried.
"I know," the Master whispered.
The three watched as the Doctor pushed Martha's mom, dad and sister into a black SUV. "I can't watch this," Martha turned away.
"Let's say I use this perception filter to walk up behind him and break his neck?" Jack asked coldly.
"That sounds more like Torchwood," the Master frowned, turning to look at Jack.
"Still a good plan," Jack shrugged.
The Master shook his head, "The Doctor is a Time Lord, she he's my responsibility. I'm not here to kill him, I'm here to save him."
Jack shook his head and changed the subject and looked down at his Time Vortex Manipulation, "Aircraft carrier Valiant. It's a UNIT ship at fifty eight point two north, ten point oh two east?"
"We're gonna get on board by using that thing as a teleport, just like last time," Martha noted her past experience.
Jack nodded, "Since the Master revamped it, that's the plan. Coordinates set."
Before Jack pushed the button for the teleporter to activate, the Master and Martha stacked their hands on top of Jack's hand and all three of them were teleported on board the Valiant.
-*-*-
Lucy and the Doctor exited the elevator and looked around the room the people and the cameras that were stationed around the room and all then newscasters getting ready to broadcast. "I want the whole thing branded in my suit of office, not the UN. You got that?" President Winters ordered the woman standing by him.
"This material is being transmitted prior to transmission," she told him.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" the Doctor asked, interrupting their conversation, "I could make you some tea, or maybe tea isn't American enough... Oh! I know! Maybe I could make some grits. What are grits? I've heard about them a few times but never really knew what they were."
"If you could just sit," President Winters snapped.
"Killjoy," the Doctor whispered to Lucy, turning away.
When they got by the large table sitting right in the center of the room, the Doctor pulled out a chair for Lucy who gladly took a seat. "Brilliant, isn't it?" the Doctor asked, placing his hands on top of her chair.
"It's beautiful," Lucy smiled, looking around.
"It should be," the Doctor drew in a quick breath, showing off some self pride, "Some of my best work went into this place. Ministry of Defence after all. I helped design this place, after all. Every single detail."