Touching the Void
A/N: Sorry its taken me so long to write this! The Last Survivor wasn't going to work so, here:
Chapter 1: Realisation
The Doctor stood in the main room of the TARDIS, leaning against the controls. Martha stood next to him. Inside, the Doctor felt a bubble of strong emotion take over him. It floated up his torso and carried to his throat. Martha was used to this, although when he did it, it scared her.
"I'll just g-go, then" she whispered, nervously. She ran to her room of the TARDIS and closed the door, quietly. She often found tranquillity in her solitude. Then-
"ROSE!!!! RRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSE!!!!!!!!"
His screaming… longing for the girl Martha had never met. Memories flooded back to Martha… painful ones. She clamped her eyes shut.
The tall black stallion of a man pulled his hand back and smashed his fist into a woman's face. Screaming… Martha was watching her mother being beaten by her first husband; not her father. Martha opened her eyes…
The Doctor howled so much he thought his throat would tear away from him. He missed her so much. If he could just see her again, if only for two seconds. He stopped screaming. He glanced over to Martha's room. The door was shut. The Doctor sighed. He'd done it again. Why did he have to scream like that, it scared her. He walked slowly to the door and pushed it open. She was lying on her front, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. She was sobbing uncontrollably. The Doctor pulled the door back and shut it with a quiet click!
The Doctor span wheels and pulled levers, setting a course for the TARDIS. Before he could do anything, there was a huge sound like a giant bubble popping. The TARDIS gave a lurch and he fell to the floor. His head cracked against something as he went down. He vaguely remembered seeing Martha bash her head too, before he gave in to the shrouding darkness.
When he woke, the TARDIS was gliding again normally. The Doctor got to his feet. Martha was standing at the doors.
"Doctor, what are those flying pepperpot things?" she asked.
The Doctor squinted and rubbed his head.
"What?" he inquired.
"I said: what are those flying pepperpot things?"
They were in London, close to Canary Wharf. The Doctor's eyes widened in shock.
"Get down!" he bellowed, grabbing Martha round the waist, just as a deadly bolt of energy exploded in the spot Martha had just been. The Doctor looked up, into the single eye of his eternal enemy.
"Scans-confirm-you-are-the-Doctor" came the metallic tones of the Daleks.
