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*Chapter edited Mar 22nd 2018.*

I am going to be slowly going through and editing all these chapters. Re-reading this chapter was physically painful, but it's also shown me just how different my style of writing has changed in just the few short months since I've picked it back up. I've gone through and fixed most of the tense changes, as well as made the dialogue flow a little better. I probably didn't get everything, but at least reading it doesn't make me cringe anymore.

RainingCoffee


The day was not going how I wanted it to be going, and I was starting to get fed up. Between oversleeping, lack of breakfast, and annoying professors, I was ready to catch the bus and go home.

"But of course I can't do that yet," I grumble, glaring down at my phone. "I'm sick of the buses never coming when they say they are." Public transportation really was the worst sometimes, helpful for getting around, but annoying to have to wait on. It really didn't help that I was crabby from not eating breakfast.

I drew in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Calming down was probably a good idea. I didn't want to accidentally snap at someone else just because my day was turning out to be crappy.

Rocking back and forth on my heels, I try to distract myself from the wait. Just as I had pretty much resigned myself to another 20 minutes, I feel someone's hand shove me in the back. The momentum forced me forward and into the street.

"Oh god," I cry out, wildly spinning around and trying to step back onto the sidewalk. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough and a car comes around the corner, colliding with my side. I went flying, but I somehow made eye contact with the person standing on the sidewalk where I had previously been. The last thing I saw before my head hit the ground and everything went dark was a pair of piercing blue eyes.

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I slowly drifted to consciousness. There were muffled voices coming from around me, but I couldn't find the energy to open my eyes. The last thing I could remember was…going to class? Maybe I had drifted off in one of my lectures? It was all fuzzy, and I couldn't bring myself to continue thinking about it as the effort caused a bolt of pain to drill into my head. The pain distracted me, but nothing could distract me from the room shaking, or from whatever was under me suddenly tipping over and dropping me to the floor.

My eyes shot open and I whimpered as pain radiated from what felt like everywhere on my body. The room blurred into semi focus, and I could make out what looked like a blue curtain. I slowly try to move my arm but end up hissing in pain as something tugged back. Looking down to find the reason, I see an iv attached to my hand. Was I in a hospital? My head shot up, but I immediately regret it as the world spins.

I didn't understand, why was I in the hospital? This time I slowly raised my head and used the arm not encumbered by the iv to lift myself into a sitting position. I look down at myself, noting the white cloth gown that I was currently clothed in. Definitely hospital then. "Damn."

Raised voices from outside the curtain draw me from my self inspection. "What the hell?" A man exclaims.

"How is this possible?" A woman's voice rises in panic. "How can we be on the moon?"

The moon? What do you mean the moon? I squint at the curtain in disbelief. Instead of the laughter I expect to hear, people start to scream instead. Alarmed, I attempt to get my feet under me and stand up. Besides a feeling of weakness, my legs decide to hold my weight. Good sign. I quickly remove the iv from my hand and after making sure I was decent, pull the curtain back.

Pandemonium greets me. People are running back and forth in hysterics. Many are staring at the windows with horror. I, on the other hand, stare at the window in disbelief. The earth was visible in the backdrop of space. A man rushs past me, breaking my line of sight, but also smacking my shoulder with his. I hiss in pain as something near my stomach seems to pull. That, I thought to myself, is probably bad.

Before I could try to finagle my gown open to see what was happening on my stomach, two women with white lab coats on rush into the room. "All right now, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry." One woman says to us, as they both go up to the window. "It's real. It's really real. Hold on." The same woman continues as she reaches to open the window.

"Don't!" The other woman panics. "We'll lose all the air," she continues shakily, reaching over to grab the first woman's hand.

"But they're not exactly air tight," the first woman responds. "If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?"

The noise of a curtain being pulled open comes from behind me, and I turn to look. "Very good point." A man dressed in a blue suit responds,voice calm. "Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"

"Martha" The woman, now deemed Martha, responds. Well at least I can refer to her as something other than the woman now. It was starting to get confusing to switch between the two of them.

"And it was Jones, wasn't it?" The man states more than asks. "Wait a mo, hold that thought," he continues as she opens her mouth to respond. "You!" The man suddenly points a finger at me. All big hair and manic energy. "What have you done to your hair, and why are you wearing that?"

"We've somehow traveled to the moon, and you're wondering why I have a hospital gown on while I'm in a hospital?" I ask, incredulous.

"Weeell," the man draws out, "I suppose that was a silly question." He winks at me, and then turns back to Martha. "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be," the still unnamed nurse insists.

"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time. Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or," the man rambles.

"By the patient's lounge, yeah," Martha cuts in.

Waggling his eyebrows, the man directs his attention back to Martha. "Fancy going out?"

Martha looks at him for a long second. "Okay."

"We might die," he reminds her, like it was something she could have forgotten.

"We might not," Martha insists back.

"Good," the man responds, starting to smile. He looks over at me with the same smile on his face, almost like he was inviting me in on a joke or something. "C'mon." The man says to me, grabbing my hand and tugging. He pauses, gesturing with his chin to the unnamed nurse, "Not her, she'd hold us up."

"Hey!" I protest. Both to the hand grabbing and pulling as well as the rudeness to the poor unnamed nurse. "It's perfectly understandable that's she's scared, she just got transported to the moon in the middle of her shift. You can't just spring that on people, you have to give some warning at least." I try to lighten the mood with some humor. I'm not entirely sure how well it worked though. The pace the man set with his long legs was starting to seriously hurt and that was reflected in my voice.

"Are you okay?" He asks me with a slight frown, the hand not holding mine coming up to feel my forehead. "You are kind of warm," he murmurs thoughtfully, "And you never told me why you are wearing this." He removes his hand from my forehead to lightly tug on my cloth gown.

I frown up at him. "I'm assuming I'm at the hospital for the same reason any other person would be in one. Though I'm a little fuzzy on the details of how I actually ended up here." Looking down at our linked hands, I tug lightly, trying to get mine back. "I'm also a little confused as to why you are holding my hand."

The mans brow furrows. "You mean this isn't just a disguise?"

"Disguise?" I ask incredulously, before shaking my head and deciding it doesn't matter. I make an effort to pull my hand from his, and this time he lets me pull back. "And you never answered me, what's with the hand holding?"

He continues to frown down at me, then glances up to see Martha looking impatient next to a set of balcony doors. "Never enough time," he mumbles, so softly I couldn't be sure I actually heard him right. By the time he turns back to me, he has a smile on his face. The manic energy that I had seen in this man earlier was back. "Mabel Falkov, there is a hospital on the moon, concentrate on that instead on asking personal questions!" He then proceeds to flounce down the hallway towards Martha.

The color drains from my face as I watch him leave. I have a rather horrible feeling that the man now striding out of the balcony doors somehow had something to do with how I got here in the first place. The urge to run was strong, but probably not a good idea. Where could I run to? The hospital was on the moon, I don't think I would get very far.

Swallowing, I attempt to moisten my dry throat. He wasn't panicking, and he seemed to know something about what happened to the hospital. Unfortunately, my best bet would probably be to stick around the man. I would just have to be careful and watch him closely.

Heading down the hallway towards the veranda myself, I notice a white robe haphazardly draped over a chair. Shrugging, I pull on the robe and tie it around me. I might as well cover up the cloth gown. We all know the coverage can be spotty in the back and I have no desire to accidentally flash anyone.

As I draw closer to balcony doors I catch the tail end of Martha saying something to the man."-you, Mister Smith, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."

The man glances at me as I pause an arm's length from both of them. "It's not Smith. That's not my real name."

Martha's brow creases in confusion. "Who are you, then?"

"I'm the Doctor." Not Smith says to her.

Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Smith?"

"No," Not Smith says again, "Just the Doctor."

Martha looks over at 'the doctor' in confusion. "How do you mean, just the Doctor?"

"Just the Doctor," he continues to assert.

"The Doctor?" I look at him and scoff. "You can't just be called the Doctor, Doctor who?" He gapes at me for a second, but then the brightest smile I have seen comes onto his face, and he points a finger at me again.

"You!" he exclaims, "Oh, I asked you if you ever asked me that before and you told me no! Such a liar." His hands come up to cover his mouth and he giggles a funny high pitched giggle.

"Was that sentence supposed to make sense?" I demand in frustration. Seriously, how could he have asked me that question if I had never met him before.

"Well, I'm not," Martha interjects. "As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."

The 'Doctor' stares at her for a second and then reaches down to pick a rock off the floor. "Well, I'd better make a start then. Let's have a look. There must be some sort of," then he proceeds to throw the rock out away from the hospital into the air. The rock hits something and blue energy arcs from the point of impact momentarily. "Force field," he finishes, voice serious. "Keeping the air in."

I can feel the blood drain from my face for the second time that day. "Force field that keeps the air in, but we are supposedly on the moon which doesn't have its own atmosphere. Nothing to provide us with new oxygen." I look over at the Doctor in dread. "How many people are in the hospital?"

He nods at me, and then looks over to Martha. "Martha, how many people in this hospital?"

Martha shakes her head. "I don't know. A thousand?"

The Doctor clenches his teeth. "One thousand people," he tells us. "Suffocating."

"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asks in indignation. A noise coming from the sky interrupts the Doctor while he's opening his mouth to respond. We all turn our heads to follow the noise.

"Head's up!" The Doctor says. "Ask them yourself." As real goddamn spaceships start to descend from space to the moon.

I feel dizzy and then the next thing I know I'm far closer to the ground then I remember being.

"Hey now, what's all this for?" The Doctor asks me in confusion. He seems to have caught me before I could hit the ground.

Oh, I think to myself. My legs must have given out. "Oh nothing, I would just really like to wake up now." My voice sounds like it is coming from the end of a tin can, all high pitched and grainy. In the background I can hear Martha exclaiming about aliens.

"Mabel," the Doctor says severely, giving me a small shake. "This isn't a dream. This is really the moon, and those are really alien spaceships." He leans his head closer to mine and with a glance towards Martha lowers his voice to a whisper. "I know this is confusing, and I'm sorry, but I don't have the time to explain right now so you are going to have to trust me." He finishes with a frustrated look in the direction of the spaceships.

"How can I trust you," I whisper back to him. "I've woken up in a hospital that I have no memory of ever coming to, been transported to the moon, and there are alien spaceships coming from the sky. All while I follow a man around who mysteriously knows my full name." I swallow heavily and acknowledge what I've been trying to ignore this whole time. "I didn't want to jump to conclusions earlier." I look up at the Doctor and feel my eyes start to sting as tears try to rise up. "One person doing it is a coincidence, but everyone here is speaking with a British accent. I'm not even in the United States anymore am I?"

The Doctor looks at me with a blank face for a moment before he shakes his head. It feels like my stomach drops to my feet and I close my eyes as my pulse starts to race. I feel his arms move from bracing me, to enclosing me in a hug. "You aren't going to answer any of my questions right now, are you?"

He releases me from the hug and helps me to my feet. "I'm sorry, so sorry, there's no time." The Doctor lets go of my arms and looks over to Martha, "Judoon. That's what they are called."

Fine, I think to myself. I can feel my hands clench into fists at my side. My fear and confusion are turning to anger. "Judoon?" I ask through clenched teeth. I can see the Doctor wince slightly.

"Yeah," the Doctor says. "They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs." He continues as we all move farther into the hospital. Ducking down behind a mezzanine railing and watching from above as the Judoon seem to be shoving lights in peoples faces.

"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha asks in confusion.

"Neutral territory. According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it. That rain, lightning? That was them using an H2O scoop." He answers her. Honestly most of the things that come out of this man's mouth are gibberish.

"What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from?" Martha asks the Doctor, incredulous. "If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"

"No, but I like that." The Doctor smiles over at her. "Good thinking! No I wish it were that simple. They're making a catalog." He looks over at me with a worried frown on his face. "That means they're after something non-human, which is very bad news."

Martha laughs. "Why?" He just stares at her. "Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous!" He just raises an eyebrow. "Stop looking at me like that." Martha insists.

"I don't know why you are surprised Martha." I think it is the first time I've spoken to her directly. "He obviously knows more about this situation than anyone here. It's probably a good assumption to make that he's had experience with aliens before, and not a huge jump to assume that he is an alien himself."

The Doctor just shakes his head and frowns. "Come on then!" Is all he says to us as he hurries us away from the mezzanine and further into the hospital to avoid the Judoon. He leads us up the stairs and through several different hallways. I can feel my stomach protesting, and my breathing grows ragged as I try to keep up with their pace. We finally stop in some sort of office and I gratefully let myself slump against the wall as I clutch at my torso. The Doctor sits down in front of a computer, and Martha jogs back the way we came and disappears around the corner.

The doctor pulls out a thin tube from his pocket and starts 'using' it on a computer. And by using it I mean the tip lights up and makes a silly sound as he waves it over the monitor. I just sigh.

Martha comes hurrying back around the corner. "They've reached the third floor. What's that thing?" She nods to the thin tube that's still buzzing.

"Sonic screwdriver," he answers in a distracted manner.

Martha scoffs. "Well if you're not going to answer me properly."

The Doctor looks up in surprise. "No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look" He gestures the screwdriver towards her.

Martha's face twists in disbelief. "What else have you got, a laser spanner?"

"I did, but It was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman." His face screws up in frustration as he smacks the monitor. "What's wrong with this computer! Oh, the Judoon must have locked it down." He takes a deep breath. "Judoon platoon upon the moon." The Doctor shakes his head and his tone turns conversational. "Cause I was just traveling past. I swear, I was just wandering. I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn't, but I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that's a plasma coil. Been building up for two days now, so I checked in. I thought something was going on inside. It turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above."

"But what are they looking for?" Martha asks.

"Something that looks human, but isn't," the Doctor responds.

Martha frowns. "Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?"

The Doctor shakes his head. "If they declare the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to extinction." Great.

"All of us?" Martha asks in disbelief.

"Oh yes. If I can find this thing first." His face suddenly lights up with comprehension. "Oh! You see, they're thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that's clever."

Martha ignores him. "What are we looking for?"

"I don't know." The Doctor admits. "Say any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a back-up?" He finishes, looking back at the computer monitor.

"Just keep working. I'll go ask Mister Stoker. He might know." Martha tells him, leaving the room.

"What about you?" The Doctor asks, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "How are you holding up?"

"Peachy keen." I respond sarcastically.

"Hey I kno-" He cuts himself off and focuses all his attention on the monitor. "There we go! Found the backup" He smirks in victory. The Doctor jumps to his feet and grabs my hand, pulling me into the hallway. "Let's find Mart-" He once again gets cut off as Martha proceeds to run into him.

"I've restored the back-up," he says to her happily.

"I've found her!" Martha exclaims back.

The Doctors brow furrows. "You did what?"

Just then, a man wearing all leather and a motorcycle helmet breaks down a door at the other side of the hallway.

"Run!" The Doctor insists loudly, as he pulls me and Martha in the opposite direction towards the stairs. The pull in my stomach turns into a sharp stinging sensation. Concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, I'm vaguely aware of going down stairs, and then of seeing the Judoon. Finally the Doctor pulls us into a room with what looks like an x-ray machine.

The doctor pushes me and Martha behind a glass partition that has a desk with buttons on it. "When I say now, press the button!" He yells out.

"Which button?" I grit out between my teeth at the same time Martha exclaims, "But I don't know which one!"

"Then find out!" He yells back at us.

Martha starts rummaging around frantically, but I just lean across the partition clutching my stomach. I pull the robe open a bit and wince at the blood I see seeping through the cloth gown. I look up and make eye contact with Martha, who has stopped her frantic motions and is now staring at me. Her brow furrows in concern and she starts to move towards me.

"Now!" The Doctor yells, startling both of us. Martha and I share a look of dismay. We both look at the desk and slam our hands down on the largest button, hoping that it was the button that the Doctor had been talking about.

There is a weird buzzing sound and the man in the motorcycle helmet twitches a bit before he falls to the ground. I take the opportunity to close my robe back up as Martha looks over at the Doctor.

"What did you do?" Martha asks the Doctor breathlessly.

"Increased the radiation by five thousand per cent. Killed him dead." He responds.

"But isn't that going to kill you?" Martha looks at him in concern.

"Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you to come out. I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it." The Doctor states, hopping up and down. "If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go. Easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out. Ah, ah, ah, ah! It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Hold on." The doctor grabs his shoe and throws it in the trash can. "Done!" He exclaims.

"You're completely mad." Martha exclaims right back at him.

The Doctor smiles at her, "You're right. I look daft with one shoe." He then proceeds to throw the other shoe in the trash as well. "Barefoot on the moon."

Martha just shakes her head in disbelief, then swivels around to look at me. "Hold on! You were bleeding!" She accuses me. The Doctors head swings over to me and he covers the distance between us in the space of a blink.

"Yes," I answer. "I'm pretty sure I pulled my stitches."

"Stitches!?" The Doctor repeats, hands reaching out and starting to pull my robe open.

"Hey!" I squeak. "You can't just take a girls robe off" He just ignores me and continues to pull the sides open, this time succeeding. I hear him inhale sharply as the blood comes into view.

"I didn't know you were in the hospital for an actual injury!" The Doctor exclaims in frustration, reaching out to touch my stomach.

I slap his hand away. "Why else would I have been in the hospital?" His jaw jumps like he is clenching his teeth, which makes me angry in return. What right did he have to be mad when I was the one being dragged around the hospital?

The Doctor whirls around and stalks over to the x-ray machine. He grabs his screwdriver and then pauses. I hear him heave a deep sigh, and watch as he proceeds to throw his screwdriver in the trash as well. "Totally fried."

The Doctor stalks back to me and gently grabs my arm. He starts to direct us to the hallway. "Mabel." He starts, voice serious. "You have to start telling me when you're hurt."

I stop and try to jerk my arm from his grip, but he has a surprisingly strong hold of it. "I don't see why I have to say anything at all to you. You still haven't answered my questions from earlier."

"This is important Mabel." He asserts, completely ignoring my pointed hint. "Your health isn't something I'm willing to compromise on."

Fury ignites, and I can feel my hands ball up into fists. It takes everything in me to not punch the Doctor in the face. "Look," I say, as calmly as possible. "I'm tired, in pain, and pissed off. I just want to know what the hell is going on!"

The Doctor just stares at me, but I hear Martha gasp and exclaim, "Oh my god." I turn to her, still feeling the anger burning inside of me, ready to fight her too. "What the hell is that?" She turns and asks the Doctor.

"She leaving." He replies, still staring at me. I can feel my face flush as the burning sensation gets stronger so I point a finger at him.

"Don't ign-" I start to demand, but something interesting catches my eye. My arm. It was on fire. My whole arm. Covered in orange flames. I shriek and start to flail. Anger hadn't made me feel like I was on fire, I was literally on fire!

Arms come around me and I start to struggle harder, ignoring the pain in my stomach. "No!" I plead. "I'm on fire, don't touch me or you'll burn too"

"Hey." The Doctors tries to sooth me. He manages to trap my arms to my chest with one of his arms, holding the other one out so I can see it. The flames travel along his skin for a second before disappearing like wisps of smoke. "See, they don't hurt. Everything is okay. Calm down."

"I don't understand," I whisper, overwhelmed with everything that has happened.

"I know, and I'm sorry. So, so Sorry." I can feel him leaning his head on top of mine and this time I don't bother pulling away. His touch is helping to ground me as the flames curl higher on my torso.

I concentrate on breathing, in and out, in and out. Until the flames suddenly brighten and my vision whites out. I feel the Doctors arm disappear from his hold around me and stumble. Blinking rapidly as my vision starts to return to me, I look down at my body. No flames. That was a relief. Looking up to question the Doctor again, I freeze as I take in the room. The hallway I had been in had disappeared, as well as the Doctor and Martha, and I seemed to be in an entirely different place.

I bite my lip harshly as tears rise to my eyes once again. This is insane. I have no idea what is going on.

"Professor!" Comes a shout from a corridor off of the room I was in, startling me. A girl walks around the corner with a white patterned sweater on. "Have you seen my jacket?" She yells, before she notices me. "Mabel!" The girl cries out in happiness, coming forwards towards me with her arms outstretched.

"Mabel?" A male voice asks from just around the corner.

I pull back from the girl before she reaches me and bump into the strange console in the center of the room. I'm sure my eyes were wide in fright, not something that was going to help if this went bad, but I just didn't have it in me to be angry anymore.

The disembodied male voice suddenly has an owner as a strangely dressed man rounds the same corner that the girl had earlier. He's wearing a vest with question marks all over it.

"Mabel!" The man beams at me. He too, walks across the room swiftly like he is going to give me a hug. I jerk around the console, putting it between me and the two people. The man comes to a stop, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Who are you?" I ask him, looking over to the girl as well. "Who are both of you?"

The mans look of confusion turns to comprehension. His face falls into a serious look. "I'm the Doctor," he offers. "And that's Ace," he gestures to the girl with his hand.

"Try again," I warn him. "I just met a man called the Doctor and you look nothing like him."

His lips quirk up in a smile. "I assure you, I am also the Doctor."

I scowl at him. "So what? There's two doctors now?"

"No, No, No." He exclaims. "The only Doctor is me." He still has a funny little smile on his face, like he was enjoying a joke. Probably at my frustration.

I scrub my hands over my face, wincing as I felt my stomach shift and pull at my stitches again. The man must have seen my wince because by the time I drop my hands back towards my sides, he was right in front of me. I jerk back before he can finish the motion of reaching for me.

"Alright, Alright." He murmurs to me, raising his hands up so I can see them. "No touching, see?"

I eye him warily.

"I saw you wince." He says to me. "Are you injured?"

I nod.

"I am formally trained as a doctor, may I please look at the injury?" He asks, tone formal.

I look into his eyes, coming to a quick decision. "Yes, It's my stomach. I'm pretty sure I pulled my stitches"

He reaches forward and pulls the edges of the robe open. His brows pull together as my blood comes into view. The 'Doctor' looks up at me with a frown, and then nods as though he's come to a decision. His hand reaches up and touches my forehead. Then the only thing I knew was darkness.