(Third POV)
The Doctor, Ivy, Martha, and Jack appear in an alleyway, "Oh, my head," Martha moaned.
"Time travel without a capsule. That's a killer," the Doctor said.
"Time turners at least just make you dizzy," Ivy said, looking around.
"At least we made it. Earth, twenty first century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky, I can go see Susan," Jack said.
"Not yet," Ivy told him, making them look at her in confusion, "When she called me, she described something about you, we haven't gotten to it yet."
"And that wasn't luck, that was us," the Doctor said, pointing between him and his wife. A few minutes before that, Ivy had blasted the Futurekind, while the Doctor grabbed Jack's vortex manipulator, "Hold still!" he told him.
"I'm telling you, it's broken. It hasn't worked for years," Jack had argued.
"That's because you don't have me, Ivy!" the Doctor called, the manipulator glowing gold for a second. Everyone grab it, now!" everyone grabbed on to it, disappearing into the alleyway.
"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 said, checking his pockets for something, sighing in relief.
"But this Master bloke, he's got the TARDIS. He could be anywhere in time and space," Martha said.
"No, he's here. Trust me," the Doctor said, he set the vortex manipulator to track the TARDIS and where it had went, they may have been slightly off though.
"I assume he has regenerated," Jack said, Ivy nodding.
"What was the gold light that came out of the TARDIS?" Martha asked.
"When we regenerate we burst with Time Energy, which is gold," the Doctor explained, "I'll know him, when I see him."
Martha thought for a second, nobody besides Ivy hearing the tapping someone was doing nearby. "Wait, he had a Deathly Hallows symbol, it was faded gold and black," Martha remembered. Before anyone could question Ivy, they heard a nearby television that broadcasted the news, "Mister Saxon has returned from the Palace and is greeting the crowd inside the Saxon Headquarters," they said.
Martha's jaw dropped in shock, the Master was the Prime Minister?
"The Master is the Prime Minister of Great Britain. The Master and his wife?" the Doctor said in shock. "This country has been sick. This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I'd go so far as to say what this country needs right now, is a Doctor," the Master says, but the Doctor can see a bit of desperation in his eyes, like he's calling for help.
The Master, or as he has called himself by his fake name, Harold, walked into see the Cabinet assembled, "A glorious day. Downing Street rebuilt, the Cabinet in session. Let the government begin," Harold greeted, throwing the files he received up in the air, "Oh, go on. Crack a smile. It's funny, isn't it? Albert, funny? No? Little bit?" he questioned, distantly hearing the drumming that was getting louder. He kept seeing flashes of the white haired woman from his past, she fought off the drumming, but he couldn't see her right now.
"Very funny, sir. But if we could get down to business, there is the matter of policy, of which we have very little," Harold was told.
Harold shook his head, excusing what he was saying, head going fuzzy from the drumming, "No, no, no, no. Before we start all that, I just want to say thank you. Thank you, one and all. You ugly, fat faced bunch of wet, sniveling traitors," Harold "joked".
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The Doctor and The Deathly Witch {DW/HP}
Fanfiction*Not related to New Life; Second Chances* Ivy Potter (femHarry) had become the Mistress of Death, along with abilities over Life and Time. Basically, she became the controller of Death, Time, and little bit of Life. She became immortal, and isolated...
