Remembering the Forgotten [2] (The Parallel Series) ✓

The Sound of Drums

"Hold still!" The Doctor ordered Jack holding his arm while Rita used her sonic to fix the vortex manipulator. "Don't move! Hold it still!"

"I'm telling you, it's broken. It hasn't worked for years."

"That's because you didn't have me or the Stone." The Doctor shouted over the cries of the futurekind.

"Done!" Rita informed them shouting and grabbing hold.

The Doctor then shouted. "Martha, grab hold, now!" He pressed the vortex manipulator and they vanished before reappearing in the alleyway. Rita groaned almost falling over if the Doctor didn't catch her.

"Thanks." She mumbled standing upright and brushing herself off slightly wincing at the pain in her head.

"Oh, my head." Martha then moaned touching her head in pain.

"Time travel without a capsule." The Doctor clicked his neck, Jack, doing the same. "That's a killer." They then walked out of the street looking around.

"Still, at least we made it. Earth, twenty-first century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky."

"That wasn't luck, that was the Stone." The Doctor said taking her hand and exiting the alleyway.

"Well, it's definitely 2008." She muttered as Jack and Martha caught up walking beside 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 tapped his wrist grinning.

"But this Master bloke, he's got the TARDIS. He could be anywhere in time and space." Martha told them.

"No, he's here." The Doctor looked around.

"Trust us, Martha." Rita looked around the area wearily, the Doctor wrapped his arm around her shoulder seeing her nerves were getting to her.

"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."

"What does that mean?" She asked.

Jack replied again seeing the Doctor was too busy trying to comfort the worried brunette. "It means he's changed his face, voice, body, everything. New man." The Doctor and Rita stared at a man tapping on his mug in the rhythm the Stone remembering the Master telling her about days just after the Time War started.

"Then how are we going to find him?"

"We will know him, the moment we see him. Time Lords always do." The Doctor replied not looking away from the Time Lady beside him.

"But hold on." Martha looked around at the posters. "If he could be anyone, we missed the election. But it can't be." She then stood up as a large screen showed a live broadcast. The Doctor stood up tightening his grip on the brunette's hand staring at the screen.

"Mister Saxon has returned from the Palace and is greeting the crowd inside Saxon Headquarters." A man in the screen informed before the images cut off to show the new Prime Minister walking down the steps.

"I said I knew that voice." Martha stared at the large screen intently. "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."

"That's him." The Doctor grimly stated.

"He's Prime Minister." Rita spat feeling anger knowing the Master well enough that he would harm millions of lives just to get what he wanted.