Joseph Saxon stood, alone amongst the crowd as they ran. Professor Lazarus was an idiot, even bigger an idiot than the Doctor was. He watched as they ran, the Doctor, the Commander, the Companion and the Wife. Lazarus's ambulance had just crashed further up the street, which would keep the Doctor and Co busy.

"Mr Saxon. Mrs Jones appears to be on board," one of his security, detail informed him.

"Excellent," he nodded at the man signalling him to leave "you can run Doctor, but you can't hide." The plan was running smoothly now all that was needed was a way of capturing his wife the Doctor and the rest of them.

He descended the steps of the museum to find a car awaiting him. Turing his head he looked behind him, the crowd was busy still. Surrounded by ambulances police cars; Joe slipped into the land rover awaiting him.

"So," there was no hello, good evening. Why would there be, the man in the seat next him didn't care what time of day it was or how you were.

"Phase one is..." But his was cut off by a hand and tut.

"Phase two," came the voice, exenterating the two, "phase one, was you marrying her majesty, remember," two eyes squinted a Joe in the dark.

"Yes right, your quite right," Joe gulped looking away from his unsettling stare.

"Don't tell me you've actually fallen in love with her," the mans hand went to his face, "No, no, no," his finger was in Joes face now.

"I haven't, I swear," Joe wasn't sure if he was even convincing himself. The trouble is he couldn't remember how he'd ended up in the position he was in. It was as if his memories from long ago had been erased. Waking up one day in a sharp suit and there she was in front of him a shining light that shone brighter than the sun. Now the only problem was, he had a feeling he'd gotten too close and this was the part where he got burnt.

"Doesn't matter in the long run away. Did I tell you we were engaged, well not really," he paused, the car had started to pull away and make its way through the busy streets of London, "was the Presidents grand plan," he trailed off a far, away look in his eyes, "Anyway, back to you," he shifted back into his seat facing forward once again, clicking his fingers to get Joe to finish what he was saying.

"Er, yes sorry. Phase two is in motion. The Jones family played right into our hands," Joe stuttered out twisting his wedding ring round his finger.

The Master laughed and Joe wanted nothing more than to cover his ears.

---

Jones kept a hold of Violet as they burst through into what seemed to be an alleyway, not that it mattered at that moment. They were all just glad to be out of the reach of the Futurekind. Violet held her head as she groaned, she wasn't the only one feeling the roughness that came with time jumping.

"Oh, my head," Martha whined holding her head as she leant against the exposed brick behind her.

"Time travel without a capsule," the Doctor stretched his back, it clicking into place when he stood straight again, "That's a killer."

"Still, at least we made it. Earth, 21st century by the looks of it," Jack observed as the group, still a little wobblily on their feet made their way out into the open, "talk about lucky."

"That wasn't luck, that was me," the Doctor pointed out, flashing his sonic at the captain before hiding it back into his pocket.

"As humble as ever I see," Jones muttered, the Doctor turned round smirking at him. However, the smile was short lived. They had a big problem on their hands, finding the Master.

"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 butted in flashing his vortex manipulator at the group.

"I'd argue two Time Lords, but whatever helps you sleep better at night Jack," Violet, shoved him playfully as he raised a brow.

"Your just as big headed as he is," he pointed a finger at her.

"You've only just noticed," Jones quipped, "Like father like daughter."

"But this Master bloke, he's got the Tardis," Martha spoke bringing the conversation back to the issue at hand, "he could be anywhere in time and space."

"No, he's here," the Doctor paused turning on his heels. They'd made it into a busy town square now and he was scanning the crowd around him, "trust me," he added.

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

"If the Master's a Time Lord, then he must have regenerated," Jack pointed out.

"Sure, sounded like it," Jones added, he was keeping a very close eye on Violet. She didn't seem as dazed as she did earlier when they were still at the end of the universe.

"What does that mean?" Martha questioned, not one of them had explained what happened if a Time Lord died yet.

"It means he's changed his face, voice, body, everything," Jack explained.

"New man," Violet paused, "or woman," she added shrugging when Jones looked at her confused.

Her words had trailed off and was staring in the distance. Jones followed her gaze, settling on a homeless man sat tapping the metal tin in his hand. It was some kind of rhythm, but he couldn't quite hear it loud enough to make out what it was.

"Then how are we going to find him?" Martha flung her arms up into the air as she gestured to the crowded streets around them.

"I'll know him, the moment I see him. Time Lords always do," he sniffed the air, but nothing he couldn't smell him, wasn't close enough to pick up his sent.

"But hold on. If he could be anyone, we missed the election. But it can't be..." They all followed Marthas gaze as a large Tv screen in the middle of the square came to life, it was showing the news.

"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," Martha exclaimed.

"That's him. He's Prime Minister," the Doctor breathed out staring up at the screen.

"Did you just say Saxon," Jones pushed passed Martha to get a closer look at the screen. Violet was staring now too, but it was impossible, she would have known. She would have sensed it. But the evidence was a clear as day, the Prime Minster was walking down the steps of a stately home, hand in hand with a female. Further up the steps behind them stood a man with a very familiar face.

"Mister Saxon, this way, sir. Come on, kiss for the lady, sir," the Master smiled, kissing the woman beside him, "and your son let's not forget him," the Camera zoomed out as the man that was stood behind them came into the frame.

"His son," Violet stuttered, coming stand next to her father.

"The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain," the Doctors jaw dropped, "the Master, his wife and son?"

"That little weasel," Jones seethed clenching his fists as Joes smiling face bore into the screen, "I'm going to kill him."

"Jones," Violet hissed at him.

"I don't care Vi its treason," Jones was shouting now. Thankfully the general public were too focused on the news, "he's lied to you."

"Violet what have you done," Jack had appeared before them. Violet looked down at her ring then back up to him. He sighed catching on, Martha did too.

"You married him, that's who you're married too," her hands went to cover her mouth in shook.

"Just so we're all on the same page I married his son. Who?" She holds her index finger, "can't possibly be his real son because that impossible," she turned to look at her father when she said it, "right?" He just looked at her before turning back to the screen, the Master had started to talk.

"This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine," he smirked as he paused in his speech, "In fact, I'd go so far as to say that what this country really needs right now, is a Doctor."

---

"Home," Martha exclaimed allowing her friends to pile in behind her, leading them into her living room. Books and papers were spread around. Every surface was covered with either clothes or papers, it was messy, but it was home.

"What have you got? Computer, laptop, anything," the Doctor spoke rapidly before stopping suddenly. Jack had pulled a phone from out of his jacket pocket, "Jack, who are you phoning? You can't tell anyone we're here."

"Just some friends of mine, but there's no reply," he sighed as his calls went unanswered.

"Same for you two," he pointed at his daughter and her solider, "I'm sorry Violet, but the man. Joseph Saxon he isn't real," the words hit her like a tonne of bricks. She wobbled on her feet, reaching behind her to grab a hold of one of Martha's messy bookshelves.

Suddenly she was back on the space base, surrounded by a black hole.

"He isn't real.''

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?'' Violet asked turning back to face Toby.

"I didn't say anything,'' Toby replied a confused look on his face.

"I said, he isn't real.''

"Who?'' Violet asked.

Then he said it again when they were in the escape pod.

"Go to hell," Rose utters as she shot the front window with the gun she had picked earlier, as well as that she moves to unfasten Toby's seat belt and just before he gets sucked away into space, he whispers behind him to Violet.

"He isn't real,'' Before Violet could say anything, he was gone, falling towards the black hole.

Then she remembered her wedding day and the last words The face of Boe uttered to her.

The face of Boe made his way over to the newly married Time Lady and uttered three words that caused her heart to beat faster and for all the colour to drain from her face.

"He isn't real."

"Violet," Jones grabbed a hold of her, "what's wrong."

"How could they have known Jones," Jones looked at her blankly for a moment before it then dawned on him.

"Oh wow that's freaky," Violet nodded, she'd regained her balance now, "the devil knew before you did," he snorted before then yelping as Violet hit him on the shoulder. Then they laughed.

"Oi you two," Jack shouted over at them, "you going to help at all."

"Yeah sorry, where were we," Violet replied, pushing Jones in the direction of where the Doctor was knelt down typing away at Martha's laptop, she'd given him.

"We went flying all around the universe while he was here all the time," the Doctor muttered as Violet came to kneel beside her.

"Even before we met Martha, because I met Joe way back," Violet explained, she was looking down at the ring again. He'd been so kind, so interesting, so human.

"You going to tell us who he is?" Martha asked, looking to Jack who nodded.

"He's a Time Lord," Violet answered, concentrating on the laptop screen.

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

"Him clearly," Jones, folded his arms across his chest. He didn't understand it either.

"That's all you need to know," the Doctor brushed of her question and Jones's response, more focused on the laptop, "come on, show me Harold Saxon."

After a few minuets of searching the Doctor found several campaign vidoes endorsing Harold Saxon for Prime Minister, Sharon Osbourne popped up onto the screen, "I'm voting Saxon. He can tick my box any day."

"Vote Saxon! Go Harry!"

"Not Mcfly, I liked them," Violet said sadly as the band appeared on the screen.

"I think Mister Saxon is exactly what this country needs. He's a very fine man. And he's handsome too," Anne Widdecombe smiled up at the Master as he stood behind her. He grinned back at her, tilting his head and shrugging at the compliment acting as if he cared.

"Former Minister of Defence," Jack began to list off the Masters online profile he built on Harold Saxon, "first came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve. Nice work, by the way," he turned to the Doctor with a smirk.

"Oh, thanks," the Doctor smiled back at him.

"But he goes back years. He's famous. Everyone knows his story. Look," Martha had joined them and pointed at the screen, "Cambridge University, Rugby blue. Won the Athletics thing. Wrote a novel, went into business, marriage, adopted a son everything. He's got a whole life."

"Did you say adopted?" Violet peered round at Martha who nodded, "oh thank god because otherwise that's all kinds of weird and even he's not that sick," she muttered the last part under her breath.

"Any idea what she's on about," Jack nudged Jones. They'd heard the last bit, but neither Martha nor the Doctor had.

"Not a clue," The solider replied.

"Fancy a cup of tea, anyone," Jack clapped his hands together, there was a hum of yes's. With that the Captain busied himself in the kitchen.

"Need any help?" Violet came into the kitchen just as he was boiling the kettle.

"You took the ring off," that wasn't the response she was looking for.

"Well, he isn't real so I'm not married," she shrugged taking two mugs that Jack had already filled with water and the tea.

"And you're ok with that?"

"I'll have to be," then she left him taking one of the mugs over to Jones.

"But he's got the Tardis. Maybe the Master went back in time and has been living here for decades," Jack followed Violet out not long after, distributing the rest of the tea out.

"No," the Doctor was blunt in his answer.

"Why not? Worked for me," Jack shrugged sipping his tea.

"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, pulling his sonic out of his pocket.

"Yeah, but a little leeway?" Jack pointed out.

"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," the Doctor scratched his head, picking his tea up.

"Well, he's had plenty of time. I mean maybe being human for that long brought something more powerful out of him," Violet added, the Doctor glanced down at her hand. He too had noticed like Jack; she'd taken the ring off.

"I was going to vote for him," Martha stated from her spot on the arm of the sofa.

"Really?" The Doctor pulled his glasses off, he'd had them on when looking at the computer.

"Well, it was before I even met you," she shrugged, "and I liked him."

"Me too," Jack admitted.

"Well Vi liked his son," Jones joked, but got cold stares in return, "too soon sorry," he held his hands up in defence.

"Why do you say that? What was his policy? What did he stand for?" The Doctor rattled off.

"I don't know. He always sounded good," Violet froze as she watched Martha's hands,
"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," the rhythm it was the same one she'd heard in her head.

"What's that?" The Doctor had noticed it too.

"What?" Martha put her hands up in defence.

"That. That tapping," the Doctor waved his hands at hers.

"That rhythm. What are you doing?" Violet put her mug of tea down and took a step towards Martha.
"I don't know. It's nothing. It's just, I don't know," she was panicking, not understanding what the Time Lords meant. However, they didn't push her any further the laptop, of which sat in front of the Doctor on the table, blared out a loud tune. The words 'Saxon Broadcast All Channels,' flashing across the screen.

"Our lord and master is speaking to his kingdom," the Doctor spun round grabbing the Tv remote and turning it on. The Masters grinning face immediately filled the screen.

"Britain, Britain, Britain," his fingertips tapped into each other as he lent back in his chair. "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," As he spoke footage flashed across the screen, Violet and Jones only recognised the Cybermen from the scenes that played across the screen.

"Assuming you had a hand in those other occurrences," the Doctor simply nodded at Jones's comment.

"Time and time again, and the government told you nothing," the Master spat Well, not me. Not Harold Saxon. Because my purpose, here today is to tell you this. Citizens of Great Britain, I have been contacted."

"I don't like the sound of what's coming," Violet muttered, her arms were now crossed as she watched the Tv.

"A message for humanity, from beyond the stars," the Master disappeared from the screen replaced by a blurry image of what appeared to be a mechanical sphere.

"People of the Earth," it's voice was robotic and cluncky sounding, "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," the Masters face appeared again, "They are called the Toclafane."

"What?" The Doctor spluttered.

"Um, what he just said," Violet commented pointing at the Doctor. The Toclafane wasn't a word she was familiar with.

"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?" Eveyone in the room turns to look round at Martha. The Doctor was the first to react, immiditaly grabbing the Tv and turning it around.

"Oh good god," Jones sighed as the Doctor reviled several explosive dynamite sticks attached to the back of it.

"Out!" The Doctor yelled as he grabbed the laptop. Not a single one of them needing telling twice as they hightailed it out of the house and onto the street.

"Well, that was..." The house exploded behind them causing them to duck as glass shattered out onto the street, "lucky," Jones finished, letting out a sharp breath.

"All right?" The Doctor asked, looking round at all of them. Jones and Violet nodded, both catching their breath.

"Fine, yeah, fine," Jack responded, resting his hands on his knees as he looked back up towards what was Martha's apartment.

"Martha?" The Doctor then questioned as she was the only one not to have responded yet, "What are you doing?" She'd taken her phone out of her pocket and was lifting it up to her ear.

"He knows about me. What about my family?"

"Don't tell them anything," the Doctor protested, moving forward to try and stop him.

"I'll do what I like," she shouted pointing a finger at him "Mum? Oh my God You're there."

"We need to figure out what on earth is going on Doctor," Jones watched along with the others as Martha made her phone call.

"You don't think I know that Jones," the Doctor snapped back at the solider. The conversation between Martha and her mother appeared to be heating up. Martha's shoulders were raised and she looked tense.

"We've got to help them," she turned round to them, each one hearing the yelling and shouting coming from the other side of the phone.

"That's exactly what they want," the Doctor called after her as she made a bee line for her car that was parked a little further up the street, "it's a trap!" he reiterated.

"Martha just, stop and think for a second," Violet had run up beside her placing her hand to the car door, stopping it from being opened, "he wants us to go, he's luring us in."

"I don't care," Violet stepped away, she knew that look. Martha was angry, upset and determined and there would be no changing her mind now.

"Well, isn't this cosy," Jack muttered as he was squished between Violet and Jones in the back of Martha's small Vauxhall. The Doctor sat up front next to Martha who had taken the wheel. She wasn't being careful in the slightest, her foot pressed down on the accelerator swerving down the road and narrowly avoiding the oncoming traffic.

"Corner!" The Doctor exclaimed as Martha tilted the car round the bend, just about missing the curb.

"I really don't feel safe with you driving right now Martha," Jones lent forward in his seat, he was sat behind the enraged woman. She however, ignored his statement and continued on at the same speed, "and now you're just going to make a phone call brilliant," dial tone flowed through the car and within seconds a female voice answered, a familiar one.

"Martha, I can't talk right now. We just made first contact. Did you see?" The voice was Tish's Martha's sister, however, before Martha could even speak Tish started frantically shouting, "Get off! Linda, tell them!"

"What's happening? Tish!" But the call went dead, "It's your fault. It's all your fault!" Martha gritted out, the words very much directed towards the Doctor and Violet had a feeling they were meant for her too.

"Oh no," finally the car came to a holt at the top a long street. The armoured trucks and several armed men did not give Violet a very welcoming reception. Sure, enough as Martha crept the car closer, her mother coming into view; it was then the group realised they had to get out of there and fast. Especially since the vehicle had been noticed and the armed men were taking aim right in their direction.

"Martha, reverse," the Doctor spoke, but she didn't not immediately it was as if she was in some type of trance.

"We need to move now," Jones warned placing a hand on her shoulder. This time she listened, putting the car into reverse and turning round just as the men opened fire.

"Move it," it was Jacks turn to yell as the three passengers in the back ducked, narrowly missing the bullets and shards of glass that followed.

"The only place we can go planet Earth," Martha gritted out as she continued to drive, "Great!"

"Careful," the Doctor called out as Martha weaved within traffic once again.

"Yeah I'm never getting into a car with you driving ever again," Jones muttered as he held onto the roof handle.

"Martha, listen to me," Jack was lent over the centre consols so Martha had no choice but to hear what he had to say, "Do as I say. We've got to ditch this car. Pull over. Right now!"

With groans and sighs of relief; mostly from Jones, Martha parked the car under an abandoned bridge. The group made their way back out into the open, Jones and Jack both examining their surroundings, they were safe for now.

"I don't get it, something still doesn't add up," Violet muttered to her safe, their were too many questions floating around in her head and not one had an answer that made sense.

"Martha, come on," the Doctors voice carried across the abandoned park area, where once again Martha was making another phone call.

"Martha, stop calling people," Jones called out to her, but she didn't listen.

"Leo! Oh, thank God. Leo, you got to listen to me. Where are you?" Jones rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair, when was she going to learn.

"Leo, just listen to me. Don't go home," they all listened in silence as Martha made another desperate attempt to save her family members, "I'm telling you. Don't phone Mum or Dad or Tish. You've got to hide."

"I don't get it why take Martha's family," Jones came up beside Violet who had perched herself on top of a low-lying wall. Her legs swung slightly as she stared down at her hands.

"Leverage, fun. It's the Master he doesn't need a reason," she answered looking up at him, "it's the other things he's done that aren't adding up."

"Like what?" Jones asked raising an eyebrow.

"Think about it, eighteen months yeah."

"Eighteen months is how long he could have been here yeah I know," Jones replied, he wasn't following her, she was just repeating what they already knew.

"It just seems impossible, even for him," she muttered, there was something she was missing and it was staring her right in the face and it started and ended with that one phrase, 'he isn't real.'

"Let them go, Saxon," Violet stood up the second Martha started yelling and Jones whipped round two where Martha stood shouting into her phone, "Do you hear me! Let them go!"

"I'm here," the Doctor breathed out taking the phone from Martha's grip. Violet ran up beside him, pointing to the phone and telling him to put it on speaker. He looked at her, the look in her eyes told him it was none negotiable.

"Doctor," the Master breathed out.

"Master," the Doctor greeted back.

"I like it when you use my name," you didn't need to see his face in order to know he was smiling.

"You chose it. Psychiatrist's field day," the Doctor shrugged, holding the phone out between him and his daughter.

"As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctimonious is that?" The Master spat out in response, "and Violet not even her chosen name, not her proper one anyway," he added.

"Well, you know a war happened," Violet responded, he laughed through the phone. There was no exclamation of surprise in his voice at all.

"So, Prime Minister, then," the Doctor interjected before the Master could try and speak to Violet.

"I know. Sons the minister for defence It's good, isn't it?" He replied.

"He's not your son," Violet ground out.

"Yeah, well don't tell the misses that, she'll be most upset," he paused, "as we're on that topic, she'll be even more if you spring a divorce on us."

"Oops, might be a bit late for that," Violet spoke bluntly.

"Who are those creatures?" The Doctor desperately changing the conversation, he had questions he needed the answer too, "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," a single tear fell from Violet's eye as the Doctors response was blunt and emotionless.

"How can Gallifrey be gone?" The Master questioned and Violet felt sorry form him. He didn't know, how could he not have known?

"It burnt," Violet remembered the screams, the citadel on fire. The most horrifying thing a young child could have ever experienced.

"And the Time Lords?" The Master asked.

"Dead. And the Daleks, more or less. What happened to you?" The Doctor asked, he looked at his daughter as the Master answered.

"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," the Master paused, taking a deep breath, "but you saw me didn't you. Why did you follow me to that room?"

"I thought you were running from me," Violet answered swallowing the lump in her throat.

"I guess without realising it, I did run from you too."

"I know," she whispered, "it wasn't fair, but it doesn't matter now they're all gone," the Doctor looked at her and back at the phone his forehead was creased. He knew the Time Lords had resurrected the master and he'd run, but the rest he had no idea what they were talking about.

"All of them? But not the Doctor, which must mean..." The Master trailed off.

"I was the only one who could end it. And I tried. I did. I tried everything," the emotion was clear in the Doctors voice now.

"What did it feel like, though? Two almighty civilisations burning. Oh, tell me, how did that feel?"

"Stop it," the Doctor yelled.

"You must have been like God."

"I've been alone ever since. But not anymore. Don't you see I found Violet and now you?" The Doctor took a deep breath looking again at his daughter, "all we've got is each other."

"Are you asking me out on a date? Cause that's not going to work out very well in the history books trust me," the Master laughed a little at the end, the Doctor frowning.

"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 pleaded.

"Too late," the Masters tone had changed, he wasn't taunting anymore he was serious.

"Why do you say that?" The Doctor asked.

"The drumming. Can't you hear it?" Violet froze, "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," he turned to Violet whose brows scrunched, "and you too," he mouthed at her. It was best the Master didn't know that she also heard it too. However, Violet didn't think keeping it a secret was the best idea, but she wasn't going to argue.

"It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums. Here come the drums," as he spoke in the corner of Violets eye she saw a man, leant again the wall of an alleyway tapping the same rhythm she'd been hearing everywhere, the Doctor saw it too.

"What have you done?" The Doctor sounded desperate for answers as he yelled down the phone yet again, "tell me how you've done this. What are those creatures? Tell me!"

"Ooo look," the Master wasn't going to answer, "You're on TV."

"Stop it. Answer me," the Doctor demanded.

"Doctor look," Violet tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at a shop window filled with TVs that were showing the latest news bulletin.

"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," Jack, Jones and Martha had followed behind the Doctor and Violet as they approached the shop window.

"Known as the Captain. They are known to be armed and extremely dangerous," Jones, Martha, Jack and the Doctor were all shown to be suspected terrorists.

"Wanted for the kidnap of Violet Saxon," Jones read off, "oh how inventive," he yelled, hoping the master would hear him.

"You're, public enemies' number one, two, three and four, you naughty boy Michael," the Master had heard Jones after all, "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."

"Coward," Jones muttered under his breath as he watched his picture flash up on the screen once again.

"Now, go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the right?" Violet and the Doctor turned, sure enough to their right was a CCTV camera, pointing directly at them.

"He can see us," the Doctor shouted to them all, taking his sonic out and pointing it towards the camera, it sparked deactivating it.

"Oh, you public menace. Better start running. Go on, run," Violet could faintly hear the Master still talking, but her attention was now more on the Doctor and her friends.

"He's got control of everything," the Doctor explained to the group who were looking more and more defeated.

"What do we do?" Jones questioned.

"We've got nowhere to go," Jack pointed out.

"Doctor, what do we do?" Martha prompted, looking at the Doctor her eyes were sad, she hugged her jacket closer to her body it was cold and raining.

"We..." Violet turned to her father who nodded.

"Run," he finished for her. And that's what they did they ran, where they had no idea yet.

---

"How was it?" Jack asked from his seated position in an old garden chair. Martha had just returned with a bag of takeaway food for the group.

They were all sat around in an old abandoned underground alleyway. Jack had found it said he'd camped out before and it was safe. They'd created a small fire and set up chairs around it.

"I don't think anyone saw me. Anything new?" Martha asked, the Doctor had managed to retrieve the laptop from the car. He was tapping away at it still as it rested on an old barrel, his glasses were back on again too.

"I've got this tuned to government wavelengths so we can follow what Saxon's doing," Jack responded, as he sat next to the Doctor.

"Yeah, I meant about my family," Martha snapped setting the food down on another barrel.

"Sorry, men suffer from short term memory loss and empathy in crises evidently," Violet replied digging into the bag and snagging a few chips. She was starving.

"It still says the Jones family taken in for questioning," the Doctor sighed, rolling his eyes towards his daughter, "tell you what, though. No mention of Leo," he added with a small grin.

"He's not as daft as he looks," Martha sunk down into the empty chair that was left for her, "I'm talking about my brother on the run. How did this happen?"

"Welcome to life with the Doctor," Jones spoke through a mouthful of chips.

"Nice chips," Jack noted, swallowing his own.

"Actually, they're not bad," the Doctor agreed popping one into his mouth.

"So, Doctor, who is he?" Jack went back to being serious again "How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath?"

"He's not a psychopath," Violet pointed a finger at the captain, "he's just... troubled," she trailed off, Jack raised an eyebrow at her.

"And what is he to you? Like a colleague or..." Martha was cut off as the Doctor answered.

"A friend, at first," the doctor chewed on another chip, he was mulling over what his daughter had just said too.

"I thought you were going to say he was your secret brother or something," the Doctor laughed.

"You've been watching too much TV," he pointed out.

"You act like family though. Do all time Lords act like that?" Jones asked.

"Depends on how close you are I guess," Violet shrugged and the Doctor nodded, "I met the Master before the Time War, he wasn't different back then, normal," she explained.

"But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect," Jack pointed out.

"That's why their legends Jack, legends aren't the truth," Violet chewed on another chip, they really were good.

"Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was. It was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the Continent of Wild Endeavour, in the Mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords, the oldest and most mighty race in the universe, looking down on the galaxies below. Sworn never to interfere, only to watch," Violet closed her eyes as the Doctor described their home planet. If she thought hard enough, she could even remember the smells and the sounds too. The chimes of the bell towers and the laughter of children dancing through the streets.

"Children of Gallifrey, taken from their families age of eight to enter the Academy. And some say that's when it all began. When he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. You stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired, some would run away, and some would go mad," the Doctor sighed, "I don't know."

"What about you?" Martha questioned looking at the Doctor.

"Oh, the ones that ran away, I never stopped," a small smile crept onto his lips.

"Violet?" Jack asked, shaking her from her daze.

"I looked into the Untempered Schism and it looked right back at me. I saw the beginning and the end of the Universe events that should never be changed. It was the moment the Universe named me its Queen. And it hurt and it still hurts to this day," a tear fell from her eye and everyone fell silent. The Doctor looked at her, he was sorry. She'd looked into the heart of reality and it had brought her nothing but pain.

The silence was cut short when a beeping sound echoed in the underground alley, "Encrypted channel with files attached. Don't recognise it," Jack replied looking down at his watch.

"Patch it through to the laptop," the Doctor jumped into action shoving the laptop in Jacks direction.

"Since we're telling stories, there's something I haven't told you," Jack's hand went to the back off his head as Jones and Violet crowded round the laptop too.

"Oh you scoundrel," Jones smirked hitting Jack lightly in the stomach as the Torchwood logo flashed across the screen.

"You work for Torchwood," the Doctor looked at him in disbelief.

"I swear to you, it's different," he through his hands up in defence, "It's changed. There's only half a dozen of us now."

"Everything Torchwood did, and you're part of it?" The Doctor scolded.

"The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf. I rebuilt it, I changed it, and when I did that, I did it for you in your honour." He exclaimed.

"I died that day," Violet looked at him, "you better have made it better."

"Yes Ma'am," he saluted her as the Doctor pressed play on the laptop. A women popped up.

"If I haven't returned to my desk by twenty-two hundred, this file will be emailed to Torchwood. Which means if you're watching this, then I'm. Anyway, the Saxon files are attached. But take a look at the Archangel document. That's when it all started. When Harry Saxon became Minister in charge of launching the Archangel Network."

"What's the Archangel Network?" The Doctor questioned looking at Jack, but it wasn't him who answered.

"I've got Archangel. Everyone's got it," Martha exclaimed.

"Everyone has it?" Violet asked.

"It's a mobile phone network. Because look, it's gone worldwide," he showed them the blue prints of the network pointing as he explained. "They've got fifteen satellites in orbit. Even the other networks, they're all carried by Archangel."

"It's in the phones!" The Doctor jumped up as he shouted, "Oh, I said he was a hypnotist. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on," he took Martha's phone and hit it lightly against the barrel, a few seconds passed before a rhythm of beeps sounded in the harsh light.

"That's it, that noise," Violet pointed at the phone, her grin matching her fathers.

"Yep. That rhythm, it's everywhere, ticking away in the subconscious," the Doctor explained.

"What is it, mind control?" Martha asked a little confused at how it all worked.

"No, no, no, no, no. It's subtler than that," the Doctor shook his head "any stronger and people would question it. But contained in that rhythm, in layers of code, Vote Saxon. Believe in me. Whispering to the world. Oh, yes! That's how he hid himself from me, because I should have sensed there was another Time Lord on Earth. I should have known way back. The signal cancelled him out."

"Doesn't explain why it's in my head though," Violet pointed out.

"Psychic link possibly between you and Joe," Violet nodded in otherwords that was the part he was still unsure off.

"Any way you can stop it?" Jack asked.

"Not from down here," the Doctor sighed, "But now we know how he's doing it."

"And we can fight back," Martha exclaimed.

"Oh, yes," the Doctor smiled at her. Finally, some good news had come from their searching.

"Thank god for that," Jones sighed, "now tell us how?"

"Well Jones it's your time to shine. You got experience in perception filters?" The Doctor raised a brow.

"Course I do," he answered. Violet smiled from beside Martha and Jack as they all watched the Doctor and the Commander work. Around an hour later they were all beckoned around an old steel for legged table, where the Doctor and Jones stood smiling at each other.

"Four Tardis keys," the Doctor laid the four keys on the table each tied with a ring rope at the end, "four pieces of the Tardis, all with low level perception properties because the Tardis is designed to blend in. Well, sort of," he shrugged. "But now, the Archangel Network's got a second low level signal. Weld the key to the network and Martha, look at me. You can see me, yes?" He held one key in his hand opening the rope ring wider.

"Yes," Martha nodded.

"What about now?" The Doctor slipped the key around his neck. Everyone else watched as she squinted and struggled to see him, "No, I'm here. Look at me," he waved his hand.

"It's like I know you're there, but I don't want to know," she explained shaking her head.

"And back again. See? It just shifts your perception a tiny little bit," he turned to point at Violet, "remember Violet's necklace when Joan couldn't see her but also could at the same time," Martha nodded remembering.

"But I could still see her," she pointed out.

"Because I wanted you too, it's different. Timelord technology in an ancient crystal," Violet explained holding her necklace up.

"While the key doesn't make you invisible, just unnoticed. You also can't control it, Violet can," Jones added, hopefully Martha understood.

"Oh, I know what it's like," the Doctor suddenly spoke up, "It's like, it's like when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist. That's what it's like. Come on," the Doctor threw the key over his head and grabbed his daughter's hand who'd thrown her necklace over her head too.

"Both of you too, huh?" Jack looked between Jones and Martha.

"Just when I thought I liked you Harkness," Jones shook his head as Jack smirked.

"Don't run, don't shout. Just keep your voice down. Draw attention to yourself and the spell is broken. Just keep to the shadows," the Doctor whispered as the group found themselves all back out in the open.

"Like ghosts," Jack added.

"Yeah, that's what we are. Ghosts." 

---

"Are you ok sweetheart?" Lucy leant over in the car resting her hand on Josephs knee. They and the Master were all squashed together in a black land rover on their way to meet the President of America.

"He's fine aren't you son," the Harold Saxon smirked over at him, "with a bit of luck we'll hopefully being seeing the wife very soon."

Joe wanted to saying something, but he bit his tongue, now was not the best place to make start an argument. Lucy's hand retracted from his knee and settled back into the Masters lap. Joe turned his head to look out the window, he felt a horrible pulsing sensation in his left rib, it felt as if he'd been punched, but that was impossible; because he hadn't.

"Ooh goody we're here before he is," Saxon clapped his hands together, not wasting a second in launching himself out of the car, running round to the other side to let Lucy out.

Joe clambered out after her, a doubled over a little at the pain, but rightened himself again before following behind his parents. Stuffing, his cold hands in the pocket of his long duffle coat Joe waited, in anticipation for the President to make his way out of the jet plane that had just landed on the runway. It wasn't long before President Winters was sauntering along the runway accompanied by security towards the group. Joe rolled his eyes as he watched his father the prime Minister salute him.

"Mister President, sir," Joe mouthed a sorry behind him, he wasn't sure if the man had caught it or not.

"Mister Saxon, the British Army will stand down," Winters announced, no greeting straight to business, "from now on, UNIT has control of this operation."

"You make it sound like an invasion," Saxon rocked back and forth on his feet his hands behind his back as he tilted his head in question at the President.

"First Contact policy was decided by the Security Council in 1968, and you've just gone and ignored it," Winters spat out, rolling his eyes.

"Well, you know what it's like. New job, all that 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 er..." He paused watching the Presidents face not at all amused by his actions, "have you met the wife?" He gestured a Lucy and she moved forward to introduce herself, however, Winters ignored her.

"Mister 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 explained as Saxon made a lock and key gesture with his hands, "Are you taking this seriously?" Saxon 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 en route. The rendezvous will take place there at eight am. You're trying my patience, sir," Saxon had raised his hand in question. Winters gestured for him to speak and he unlocked his mouth again. Lucy giggled behind him; Joe sighed.

"So America is completely in charge?" He questioned leaning forward on his toes slightly.

"Since Britain elected an ass, yes. I'll see you onboard the Valiant," with that said Winters turned around to make his way to the convoy of cars waiting for him.

"It still will be televised, though, won't it. Because I promised, and the whole world is watching," Winter spun back around eyeing the Prime Minister up and down once more.

"Since it's too late to pull out, the world will be watching. Me."

"The last President of America,"Saxon turned around to his son and wife, "We have a private plane ready and waiting. We should reach the Valiant within the hour. My darling," he paused Lucy towards the car, leaving her with the security guard. He gestured Joe over to him. Joe stood next to him and watched as he stared off into the distance, he squinted, but he couldn't see anyting.

"What are you..." But he was cut off mid-sentence as a Police van skidded to a halt a few meters away from them. His father runs over to the window and starts enthusiastically waving.

"Ha ha ha! Hi, guys!" Joe takes a step back as he recognises Martha's family, he'd seen them during the Lazarus escapade the Doctor and Violet had been involved in.

"You can't just do this," Martha's father shouted as they were all hurled out of the van.

"All will be revealed," Saxon grinned as the group were then piled into a second Range Rover.

---

"Oh my God," Violet clasped Martha's hand as they watched in the distance as her family was placed inside the awaiting car.

"Don't move," the Doctor spoke through gritted teeth.

"But the..." Martha squeezed Violet's hand tighter.

"Don't," the Doctor warned.

"I'm going to kill him," Martha seethed as she watched the door shut behind her family, they were gone from sight.

"What say I use this perception filter to walk up behind him and break his neck?" Jack suggested.

"You do the Masters, I'll do Joes," Jones added with a nod in Jacks direction.

"Now that sounds like Torchwood," the Doctor directed a Jack before turning to point a finger at Jones, "and you should know better."

"I've snapped many a neck," Jones shrugged, jumping slightly as Violet pinched him in the side, shaking her head at him.

"Still a good plan," Jack noted.

"He's a Time Lord, which makes him my responsibility," Violet coughed, causing the Doctor to rephrase his sentence, "our. We're not here to kill him. We're here to save him."

"Yeah and how are we going to do that from here," Jones gestured to the now empty landing site.

"Aircraft carrier Valiant. It's a UNIT ship at fifty-eight point two north, ten points oh two east," Jack explained.

"How do we get on board? Martha questioned; she'd let go of Violets hand now.

"Does that thing work as a teleport?" The Doctor asked looking over at Jack who was fideling about with his Vortex manipulator.

"It should do," Violet answered, "Jack?"

"Since you revamped it, yeah," Jack answered after a moment, "Coordinates set."

"Here we go again," Jones mumbled as he placed his hand once again on Jacks wrist.

"Oh, that thing is rough," Martha groaned leaning onto a railing.

"You'll get used to it. Although I do hope we don't need to use it again," Violet breathed out as she too braced herself on a metal railing.

"I've has worse nights," Jack joked, straightening himself out, "Welcome to the Valiant."

"Looks great, very fancy," Jones quipped knowing full well they'd landed inside the engine room.

"It's dawn?" Martha had ducked down to look out of one of the small circular windows, "Hold on, I thought this was a ship. Where's the sea?"

"A ship for the 21st century, protecting the skies of planet Earth," Jack explained gesturing around him.

"It's incredible," Violet exclaimed, "for an earth ship that is," she added, causing Jack to laugh."

"Well, we better get a move on Doctor," Jones gestured towards the Doctor.

"Right yes, Jack the main flight deck," Jack nodded and the group was off. They ran as quickly as they could through the belly of the ship, still aware as not to be seen. They'd made it part way when suddenly the Doctor stopped, Violet nearly running straight into his back.

"We've no time for sightseeing," Jack called over his shoulder as the Doctor sudden stop halted the whole group.

"No, wait. Shush, shush, shush, shush," the Doctor spun on the spot putting his finger in the air to get them all to be quite, "Can't you hear it?"

"Hear what?" Jack shrugged.

"Doctor, my family's on board," Martha pointed out egar for them to all keep moving.

"Hang on, I think I can..." Violet trailed off as she shut her eyes and listned, really listen and yes there it was a familiar wireing sound.

"Brilliant," the Doctor saw her face knowing she'd heard it too "this way," the Doctor grabbed her hand and they followed the sound, with the others perplexed, but not far behind.

"Where are we going?" Jones shouted.

"You'll see," Violet simply replied, smiling back at the solider. It wasn't until the Doctor flung open a pair of doors that the rest realised what the Time Lords were on about. There sat at the end of the gangway parked between two storage units was the Tardis.

"Oh, at last," The Doctor cried in happiness running up to the door.

"Oh, yes," Martha was just as excited.

"What's it doing on the Valiant?" Jack turned round to Jones, who shrugged from behind him. Nevertheless, the pair followed behind the Doctor, Violet and Martha.

But it was obvious that the Tardis wasn't the same anymore. The entire console was covered in ridged metal sheeting that was welded together. A cooling dial was attached to the middle section and the whole room emitted an ominous red glow.

"Oh, you poor thing," Violet cooed as she stroked the hand rail. The Tardis was hurting and not happy.

"What the hell's he done?" Jack exclaimed moving to push past the Doctor.

"Don't touch it," the Doctor warned, throwing his hands out to stop anyone from moving forward. However, it was too late to stop Violet who had slid under the railing and down to the floor of the Tardis. Lucky for her no one had noticed.

"I'm not going to," Jack through his hands up keeping them away.

"What's he done though?" Martha asked, "sounds like it's sick."

The voices faded out as Violet picked her way through and out the other side. She was on her way to her bedroom, hoping what she needed was still there. Sighing she noticed the lock on it had been broken, shaking her head she pushed open the door hoping for the worst. The room hadn't been ransacked like she'd feared, in fact nothing seemed out of place at first glance. However, she was wrong.

"Now what could you have possibly wanted that for," she frowned as she noticed that out of the things in her room it was a book that was missing from her shelf. An old book, written in Gallifreyan a history book of sorts, made for children. It was special in a way, if an event changed due to a Time Lords interference the book would change to reflect it. She still never understood how it worked.

That wasn't what she was looking for. She'd find the reason for the Master taking it later, her mind was focused on the box that sat under her bed. Pulling off the lid there lay in perfect condition the same Vortex manipulator she'd thought of using in order to save Rose and stop Torchwood. This time there was no debating she was going to use it. Pulling tightly round her wrist, she left the box behind and made her way back to the console room.

"How did you get there," Jones called as he looked behind him then at her. His exclamation caused the whole group to look over at her. But she wasn't paying attention, there was a tuxedo jacket draped over the chair next to her.

"Violet, we got to go," the Doctor made a move now movement. She was still staring at the Jacket, then it hit her. The Jacket belonged to Joe and it was the same one he'd proposed to her in, she remembered the white rose detailing on the pocket square, it had had his initials on J.L, not J.S.

"Yeah, about that," she trailed off, watching the Doctors gaze turn into confusion, "I'll meet you on deck in ten minutes."

"But what are you doing?" Jones, questioned his face following when she pulled her wrist up.

"Ten minutes," she said again.

"Where did you..." The Doctor didn't finish her sentence, she was gone.

"I don't understand did she take yours?" Martha asked looking at Jack. All of them had left the Tardis and were making there was back up towards the main deck again.

"Still got mine," he flashed it over at her showing it was still on her wrist.

"But it looked like yours, exactly the same," she muttered to herself, even the scratching on the right side looked the same from a distance.

"I don't understand where she could have gone?" the Doctors hands ran through his hair as he ran up a set of steel steps.

"She knows the rules of time. Whatever she's doing it must be important," Jones jogged up beside him. He sure hoped that Violet knew what she was doing.

---

"Ah, nope that really doesn't get any easier," Violet groaned, holding her head and gripping a very cold stone wall beside her to steady herself, "right, lets solve the mystery of Joseph Saxon shall we," she muttered to herself.

It was dark where she had landed, she knew it would be which is why she'd made sure that her torch was in the inside pocket of the jacket she'd been wearing. Clicking it on she flashed the light in front and behind her. Taking a deep breath, the Time Lady made her way into the darkness. The cave echoed every time she stumbled on a loose pebble kicking it with her foot. It did help matters that the cave was cold and the odd splash of water dripped down onto her from above.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime Violet came across a metal door. The sort of door you'd find at the entrance to a bomb shelter and not in a cave at least fifty feet under the surface. There was a keypad on one side that needed a not only a pin code, but a finger print to get in.

"Well guess you didn't think about squareness guns," Violet pulled the gun from out of her boot, it had always been there for safe keeping and so the Doctor wouldn't find it. Positioning herself a little away from the door she fired at its centre, holding it just long enough to create a big enough hole she could fit through.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," her hearts broke, "hey shoo," she waved her hand at the rat who had decided the exposed bone was good enough to have a little nibble on. There before her lay a skeletal form, little skin was left in-tact. The restraints holding the figure down were no longer needed for the person that lay before wasn't going anywhere. A small piece of the upper chest remained where a tattoo was just about readable.

'Experiment 25 Sergeant Joseph Lakewood.'

"Time is running out," the voice startled her, nearly dropping the torch she spun round to see the Wander stood in the gap that she had made in the door.

"Who did this?" Violet questioned.

"I do not know" The young girl replied, "but to answer the question you will ask next. Yes." Violet gulped turning back to the rotting corpse laid before her.

"In my own crypts all this time," a single tear rolled down her cheek. She placed her torch on their rib cage leaning over to place her hands on either side of the skull and pulled. There was a sickening crack as she yanked the head from the neck. She left the pads and wires connected, although the machine they should have been connected to was long gone.

"You must good back now," the Wanderers eyes looked up at the Time Lady in awe, "face the drums," this time Violet disappeared first, leaving the child alone in the dark with a headless corpse.

---

Jones stood constantly checking his watch. They'd snuck their way onto the main flight deck and were subjected to President Winters TV appearance. Violet had said Ten minutes, five of those had passed.

"If I can get this around the Master's neck, cancel out his perception, they'll see him for real," the Doctor was explaining his plain showing the key around his neck to them, "it's just hard to go unnoticed with everyone on red alert. If they stop me you've got a key," Jack and Martha nodded in response. Jones didn't he was too busy looking at his watch every few seconds.

"Yes, sir," Jack added, shoving Jones a little.

"Er yeah, sure," he muttered in reply.

"I'll get him," Martha ground out more enthusiastic than Jones had been.

"You're not the Master," the Spheres the Master had named the Toclafane had appeared floating around the president's head and they weren't very pleased to see him.

"We like the Mister Master."

"We don't like you."

"I can be master, if you so wish. I will accept mastery over you, if that is God's will," Winters spun round with the spheres.

"Man is stupid."

"Master is our friend."

"Where's my Master, pretty please?"

"Oh, all right then. It's me," the Master stood up from his seat, throwing up jazz hands as he spoke, "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," he gestured widely with his hands as he approached the President.

"Saxon, what are you talking about?" Winters questioned.

"I'm taking control, Uncle Sam, starting with you. Kill him," the Master's order caused the deck to fall into chaos. Without so much as a hesitation the sphere blasted Winters into atoms. The immediately aftermath was a lot of guns being drawn, while the Master just clapped his hands and laughed.

"Guards," the Master shouted and the Americans were greatly outnumbered in an instant.

"Three minutes," Jones muttered looking down at his watch and when he looked up the Doctor was running. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far, two guards had clocked him and were much faster than him.

"We meet at last, Doctor," the Master laughed again "oh, ho. I love saying that."

"Stop it. Stop it now." The Doctor shouted as he was brought to his knees.

"As if a perception filter's going to work on me," he spat before looking round to his left, "and look, it's the girlie and the freak. Although, I'm not sure which one's which," he laughed, "oh let's not forget the Commander Sir," mock saluting in Jones's direction who rolled his eyes looking down at his watch again. One minute.

However, Jack didn't stay as calm his launched himself forward and was stopped in his tracks as the Master shot one red beam straight at his heart. Joseph watched the whole altercation from next to his mother. He scanned the room twice, there was not a single sign of Violet. He tried to meet Jones' gaze, but the solider was fixated on his watch.

"Laser screwdriver. Who'd have sonic? And the good thing is, he's not dead for long. I get to kill him again," the Master exclaimed excitedly jumping as he rocked back and forth on the stairs. Martha ran to Jacks aid leaving Jones stood where he was.

"Master, just calm down," the Doctor urged him to listen, "just look at what you're doing. Just stop. If you could see yourself..."

"Oh, do excuse me. Little bit of personal business. Back in a minute. Let him go," the Doctor fell near enough on his face as the Master came to crouch down on the bottom step.

"It's that sound. The sound in your head. What if I could help?" The Doctor asked, "Violet hears it too," he whispered. The Master rose an eyebrow and the Doctor hoped he'd peeked his interest, but it was to no avail.

"Oh, how to shut him up?" The Master tapped his chin, "I know. Memory Lane. Professor Lazarus. Remember him and his genetic manipulation device? What, 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, ooo, if I only had the Doctor's biological code. Oh, wait a minute, I do."

"30 seconds," Jones watched as those last thirty seconds consisted of the Doctor crying out in pain. Martha stumbled over to the Doctors form and as she helped him up there was a crack and flash of light from the other side of the room behind her. Jones breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, what did it miss?" Violet let out a low breath as she tried to keep her balance. Eyeing the scene before her she figured out what had happened in an instant. She wouldn't have been able to stop any of it even if she hadn't left. The Master rose up from his position in front of the Doctor his eyes fixing on the woman who stood the other end of the table. He frowned noticing the object she carried in her hand.

"Violet why have you got a skull?" It was Joe who had spoken, the Master whipped round as if forgetting she was there.

"Yeah, why do you?" The Master was puzzled even more when he noticed the questioning looks and the shrug from Jones.

"I'm glad you asked cause it's yours my love."

"Mine," the Master pointed to himself.

"No," Violet sighed, "it's not all about you, you know."

"It's mine," Violet nodded as Joe spoke, "But I'm alive I'm here how?"

"I'm so sorry, but you're not real," she shook the skull in her hand, watching as his hand went to his head, "there's still a small link between you and the original body. How's the rib I bet that hurt."

"How did you?"

"There was rat chewing on it," the Master grimaced looking up at his son.

"I don't get it," Joe questioned, looking between her and the skull.

"I didn't understand either until I realised the Master had only been here eighteen months. I met you over two years ago. It was never his plan for you to marry me. The Day you proposed was the day the Master landed. Crashed right in front of you knocked you out and looked into your head," she looked up at the Master who nodded.

"But before you became a part of his plan you were apart of someone else's and I'm sorry but you're not real. Your just and experiment. Your real name is Sergeant Joseph Lakewood and you died a long time ago in the crypts below my home."

"But... I'm real I'm as real as anyone here," he protested.

"I'm sorry," no one predicted what happened yet. The Master was full of rage he had been played, by someone else he was sure of it and Joe was a problem.

"No," it was Jones who had shouted, but it was too late the Master had fired the laser and Joe wobbled on his feet before he melted. Violet's hand went to her mouth as the man she'd married felt apart before them, Lucy screamed as her son fell to the floor into a pile of glop.

"What was he," Jones asked as Violet finally placed the skull on the table and came to his side.

"I have no idea," she whispered, back placing something in his hand, "go with Martha."

"But..." Jones whispered back as guards filed Martha's family into the room.

"Go with her," and so as the Toclafane flowed out of the sky Jones, leapt across the table to where Martha stood. Glancing down he imported the same coordinates into both Vortex manipulators and in a flash, they were gone.

"Now what to do with you?" the Master grinned as he turned back round from the window, he and Lucy had been using to watch the invasion.

Violet simply stared at him her fingers running along the table, tapping out a familiar rhythm a challenging glare in her eyes.