The Vanaxi excursion
"Doctor!" yelled Martha, tumbling as the TARDIS shifted. "Where are we going?"
"Martha, I'm taking you to 2110, exactly 100 years into the future." He said, beaming as the TARDIS dinged and stabilized. He grabbed his coat of the chair and rushed to the door. He stopped and turned to face Martha. "Although, I must warn you. Try not to learn about history, as the future of your time will become boring in perspective."
With that, he rushed out the door and out onto the street, with Martha following him closely. He walked calmly through the street, Martha by his side, and enjoyed the open air. They stopped by a café' and decided to sit in for a cuppa.
Just as he was about to order, a loud beep went off in his coat pocket, making everyone there turn and stare at him. The doctor distractedly pulled a large round object out of his pocket and looked at it. His expression changed when he saw what it read and said "Martha, come on!" and dashed out the café' hurriedly.
Martha hurried next to the doctor as he ran towards the TARDIS. She slid in behind him as he opened the door and dashed in; he then pressed two buttons, and then pulled a blue lever. The TARDIS pinged, and then was silent. Martha quickly asked him, "Doctor, what was that? Why did we just run into the TARDIS?"
The Doctor nervously said "that was a localized time disturbance. I had to get back to the TARDIS before it sealed itself off form this dimension." He checked the screen and continued "it seems it came from a building registered to John Willocks, of Willocks Inc. We need to get into that building and find out what's causing all this temporal energy spikes."
"Right," said Martha. "Does this mean undercover work?" she said, imagining the big shot corporations in the high-rises the doctor had showed her.
"Yes. We're going to be Mr. and Mrs. Smith, form IRS inspection." He said, getting out his psychic paper.
"Just let me change into something a bit more, business" said Martha, heading off to the wardrobe room. The doctor watched her walk off, and leaned back against the TARDIS console. This was going to be a long day.
"Well?" asked Martha, as she stepped out the wardrobe room. She was wearing a red see through blouse and a grey skirt that came up slightly above her knees. She wore light brown stockings and grey high heels. She struck a provocative pose at the Doctor and smiled.
"You look lovely" he said smiling. He was still wearing his brown suit, but he had taken off his trench coat. He took her by the arm, and they walked off towards the row of high rises down the road. Before the gate the Doctor simply flashed his psychic paper and walked through. He pressed the elevator and walked in. on the way up, he spoke to Martha.
"Martha, I need you to distract the manager while I take a look around. Do you mind?"
"Well, how am I supposed to do that?" she asked, nervously.
The Doctor eyed her chest and she realized what he meant. She nodded knowingly and they stepped out of the elevator. As the man asked what they needed, Martha unbuttoned her blouse down a bit, showing a little too much. The Doctor showed his psychic paper and asked for a tour of the premises. Martha branched off and knocked on the C.E.O.'s office. He looked up and let her in. she smiled and took a seat facing him.
"Miss Smith, I was informed of your presence here by security, and if there's anything u need please let me know." Said the man at the desk, presumably Willocks. He smiled politely.
"Yes, I do have a few questions on your client confidentiality programs" she said, hoping to get him talking. She noticed his eyes wander slightly downward and knew the doctor's plan was working.
"Ah, yes would like a coffee while we talk?" Willocks asked, gesturing to the machine in the corner of his office. Martha agreed, and he got up to pour her a cup of coffee as they would talk for hours about boring stocks and bonds.
"You'll find our records I here, Mr. Smith." Said the intern, gesturing the Doctor into the room. He looked around, and thanked the young man. He scurried off, leaving him to look over the companies records. The Doctor looked at all the cabinets he had to look over. He realized this would take a while, so he took a look around, and to his delight found a shelf marked company history.
"Well this shouldn't take long." He said, flipping through the book, looking over the company's history, slowly, page by page. He continued flipping through the book boredly, until a very interesting paragraph caught his eye.
"This coffee tastes very well" Martha said, blinking to clear the haze in her eyes. Mr. Willocks continued talking, but his voice was beginning to sound far away, and unfocused. She shook her head, trying to clear the haze.
"Miss Smith, are you feeling ok?" he asked, mocking concern. "Such a clever woman don't you know never to drink something that isn't yours?"
Martha gasped "you.. You drugged my coffee? She asked, getting up. She stumbled, but tried to turn away. He legs were feeling numb, and her head was spinning, but she still walked on.
"Well, I can't be blamed when a spy comes into my office, what can I do?" He shrugged. Martha took another step as the hallway lurched at an unnatural angel. "You still can't ju.. Just drug someone. Its.. It's not right." Her eyelids were beginning to flicker, feeling heavier and heavier. She took another step but her knees wobbled and she fell, her open blouse exposing her breast. She continued to crawl away, but her arms were so hard to move. She felt her exposed breast against the cold tile floor, and as she looked up