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Alright, so this I my first story with multiple chapters and my second piece of fanfic. Since I'm pretty new to all this, I really appreciate reviews. The first chapter has some fluff, but later chapters will probably be mostly whump. Also everything is slightly AU. Enjoy the story!
"Space Florida!"
"Space Florida? Ha! Doctor, I think you've outdone yourself this time."
"No, really! It's beautiful! The mechanical palm trees swaying in the breeze, the automatic sand…"
"Automatic sand? Alright, this I have to see."
"Well then Martha Jones, off to Space Florida we go!"
She loved it when he did that. When he'd run around the TARDIS console, pressing and pulling random buttons and levers, talking about strange places that most people will never see. She just loved it when he had that spark in his eye. That spark of… Well, madness! It was almost worth traveling with him just for that. Just to see him like a little boy that had gotten a new toy. But sometimes, he just looked so sad. Like he'd lost something dear to him. Like the little boy's toy had been broken by the bully on the playground.
He pressed the last few buttons he felt the need to push and bent his knees slightly, leaning over the console, looking at her, and finally pulling the lever next to him, "Here we go!"
The TARDIS gave its familiar jolt and they were off.
The TARDIS landed with a thump.
"Outside those doors, a whole new world."
"Or just a whole new state."
"Yes Martha, but in space."
"Alright, alright, but it's my turn to open the doors first."
"Deal."
Martha exhaled a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. You would think after all this time it wouldn't be exciting, especially if you knew where you were going to turn up. But no. There was just something about it. That thrill only the TARDIS could give to any situation. She closed her eyes and pulled on the door.
"Um, Doctor, is Space Florida supposed to look like 2007 Cardiff?"
"Well, um, no it's not." He stepped out beside her and straightened his tie. It was the red one. Of course the Doctor had tons of ties. He had gotten the black one in Romania, the greenish-bluish one on a farming planet they had visited a couple of weeks ago, the gray and silver one in Victorian England, and all the rest God knows where. But today it was the red one.
"Well you're one hell of a designated driver. Doctor, I thought it would be warm. Can't we go back in the TARDIS. It's bloody freezing out here."
"No, if we're here we're here for a reason. If TARDIS thinks we need to be here then we're going to stay until I can fix whatever needs to be fixed."
"Or you just put in the wrong coordinates. Quit being so dramatic."
"C'mon Martha! There's gotta be something here that needs fixing! I mean, we can't just leave…"
"Uagh, fine. Just let me change into something warmer first."
"Okay. I'll be here. Won't wander off." He smiled his trademark grin. It was obvious he was happy about getting to stay.
"You better not. I need a ride home."
"Alien filth! That box is alien and so are they! Go back to your own planet, freaks!"
The Doctor and Martha dodged another can being hurled towards them from the small crowd.
"Okay, so it's not 2007 Cardiff, its 2019 Cardiff."
"Yeah, I can see the difference. The people. But all the buildings and stuff look the same."
"Eventually everyone figured out that the government kept covering up alien encounters and that there's life in space. Groups rose up all over the world saying that all aliens are coming to destroy Earth and that they should beat them to it by attacking first. This only the first year of the rebellion."
"What?! Why would they ever do that?" This time she dodged a broken bottle.
"They're scared. They don't want to lose everything they've worked for. It's a survival instinct."
"Maybe that's why we're here. Doctor, maybe we're supposed to keep this from happening!"
"No, we can't. It's a fixed point in time. This has to happen. Eventually the human race had to find out about aliens and this is it."
Martha frowned. Surely this couldn't be the future. Her future. She had seen so many amazing things that the human race would do, it was hard to imagine all of that starting here. "Well, can't we at least get out of this ambush?"
"Yes!" They ran past the screaming mob and down the street. Finally they slowed to a fast walk, "Okay, I definitely think I punched in the wrong coordinates. There's no way the TARDIS would have us land here."
The neighborhood was dark. Martha had never been here, but she could automatically tell that this wasn't the best part of town. She could feel the eyes of the curtain-twitchers on her back. They obviously weren't welcome. But the Doctor could sense something more. Not just staring eyes, but guns being pointed towards them.
"Martha, we need to keep walking."
"Why, what's wrong?" She could hear his voice was tense.
The Doctor picked up his pace, "Martha, if anything goes wrong, I have a friend here in Cardiff. His name is Jack. He works with an organization called Torchwood."
"Doctor you're scaring me."
"Promise me, Martha. If anything happens and I can't help, you'll find Jack."
"Doctor, what's going on? When would I need to find this friend of yours?"
"Right now." Before he had time to move, the tranquilizer dart pierced his neck, and everything went black.
