Everyone dreams. Everyone has some lifelong goal. But, not everyone gets to achieve their goals, especially with those as crazy as riding a Unicorn of Mars –I did that once, it was bloody fantastic- but I'm lucky enough to live mine. Being the last of your kind can be pretty rough, but being the last of your kind with your only daughter is even harder. The last Time Lord, and the last Time lady - I'm old fashioned, what can I say.
I'm lucky enough to get to travel all of time and space, side by side with my Dad. He teaches me everything, from the history of different planets, and species, to how to build a sonic screwdriver from scratch, and how to fly the TARDIS. It's amazing. Sometimes, I wish the rest of my people were still here. The rest of the Time Lords were killed in the Last Great Time War. Dad had ended the war by killing both the Time Lords and the Daleks. Although, we weren't too thrilled to discover that there were still Daleks around.
It started when we found one, while we were traveling with Rose Tyler. Something happened, and it suddenly had emotions, and it was honestly terrifying. It killed itself in the end. Something to do with see sunlight, and then not wanting to live with emotions because it's un-Dalek or something. I don't even know. I'm not even sure if Dad understands.
Rose. God I miss here. Bloody Torchwood, if they had just listened she'd still be here, but no she's stuck in a bloody parallel universe. At least she's with her parents. Yeah I'm still not sure if that helps. In the time that Rose had been with us, she had turned into some big sister I never had . Whenever Dad and I got into an argument, I could just left off steam, and talk to her; it was great. But it's back to just Dad and I now.
We're currently in a hospital; we were picking up some strange readings in TARDIS earlier and decided to check it out. That' how we ended up here. Dad's currently laid down in a hospital bed, while I'm sitting next to him in a bed, my head in my hands as I prop my elbows up on the armrests, looking completely bored because honestly, I am.
The current around us is suddenly pulled back, and I look up, noticing Stoker, and a group of medical students. My eyes instantly catch a young dark skinned woman. "Now then, Mister Smith," He says smiling at my Father, "Ms. Smith," He nods at me, "a very good morning to you. How are you today?"
" Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, blah," Dad says causing me to roll my eyes. I tend to play the role of an annoyed teenager pretty well. I mean, in Earth Years, I'm technically 14, but in Time Lord years I'm actually 102.
"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me," Stoker says, and I quickly realize that Jones is a young female doctor.
"That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" She says as she puts on her stethoscope. Yep, now I'm confused. Oh wait, hold on, time travel.
"Sorry?" I ask, a puzzled expression on my face.
"On Chancellor Street this morning? You came up to me and took your tie off," She tells us, and Dad and I exchange a glance. What the hell is about to happen? Especially something that's going to make him do that. Odd really, but nothing that doesn't sound like my father.
"Really? What did I do that for?" Dad asks her, keeping up the role of the dimwitted patient.
"I don't know, you just did," Martha says giving my Dad a confused look. Dad was here all morning, and so was I, so this is obviously something that happens in our future.
"Not me. I was here, in bed, with Arcy. Ask the nurses," He says motioning towards me. I nod, still confused honestly, even though I've worked out the obvious. I push my dark brown curls out of my face, tucking the loose stands of hair behind my ear, as I look at the woman curiously.
"Well, that's weird, cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?" She asks him, and I let out an exasperated sigh, sitting back in the chair. I did have an Uncle. He's dead now.
"No, not any more. Just me and Arcy," Dad says and I have to look away when he says that. It is just me and Dad. They rest of them are Dead. Dead. Gone. Forever.
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones," Stoker says, causing me to smirk. I've always thought he was kind of a dickhead, but at least he has a brain, and knows when to cut the chit chat so he can actually do his job.
"Sorry. Right," Martha apologizes. Martha listens to Dad's chest, and suddenly has a surprised look on her face. She hears the two heartbeats. Dad winks at her, before she looks over at me, and I smirk.
I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Stoker asks, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
"Er, I don't know. Stomach cramps?" Martha says, and I cringe, waiting for Stoker's smart remark.
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart," Stoker says walking over and picking up the clipboard, dropping it when he gets shocked. Static electricity, learned about that with Benjamin Franklin.
"That happened to me this morning," Martha recalled, surprised.
"I had the same thing on the door handle," A young man in the group of students says.
"And me, on the lift," A woman in the group also says.
"That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by... Anyone?" Stoker says, ah yeah someone with a brain.
"Benjamin Franklin," I say a bright smile on my face. Ah yes, history, that is definitely my division.
"Correct," Stoker says looking at me a smile on his face, as I grin right back.
"My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked," Dad says and I put my hand in my hands. Dear god, he must sound like a lunatic to them.
"Quite," Stoker says giving him an odd look.
"And then I got electrocuted," Dad says, causing me to cringe.
"Moving on. I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric," Stoker says as he leads the group away to the next patient. Martha and Dad exchange grins as she moves away.
"So, what do you think is going to happen?" I whisper, a shit-eating shit on my face, already excited for our next adventure. She smiles back at me.
"No idea, but I can't wait. We ought to get Martha when it starts though. She seems smart," He says sitting up. "Got your sonic?" He asks me, and I reach into my back pocket pulling out the thin gold and purple tube, showing it to my father. 'Still can't believe you built that in a night," He says shaking his head.
"Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree now, does it,' I say smiling at him. He grins at me, ruffling my hair. I roll my eyes before fixing it. I glance out the window, and instantly notice something about the rain. It's going up. "Dad," I say nudging him, before pointing towards the window. "What the hell is happening?" I ask him, looking at him with dark brown eyes. I still can't get over the fact, that for the first time in decades we actually look alike. He regenerated after I was born, when I was about fifty, and we hadn't looked alike since, yet when he regenerated after saving Rose, we looked so much alike, that it was scary. I think it was because I was in the room though. Something to do with our genetics.
"You might want to hold onto something," Dad tells me. I give him an odd look. Thunder rolls, and lightning flashes as the building begins to shake. Dad's arms go around me in a protective fashion, as I suddenly wrap my arms around his torso.I was not expecting thing. Not at all. The building stops shaking but I don't let go, in case it starts up again. You'd like being the daughter of the Doctor, I wouldn't be bothered by these things. Seriously, I've been kidnapped, had guns held to my head, and helped commit genocide once, you'd like I'd be better than this. "You can let go now," Dad says quietly, chuckling a bit, as he rubs my back. I pull away, and look out the window, instantly noticing that we're no longer on Earth.
"We should have parked the TARDIS in the janitors closet," I tell him, honestly, because all I want to do is go and grab my camera and take a picture of the scene in front of me.
"Wouldn't have mattered. TARDIS would have stayed put," Dad reminds me, and I nod, understandingly. "Hand me my cloths will you," Dad says standing up, and I grab them of the floor, where they were neatly folded. I handed then to him, before stand up, and closing the curtain, standing outside of it as he changed out of the hospital gown. I watched as people started to freak out. Screaming, as they all realized they were no longer on Earth. We were on the moon. We're on the bloody moon. I've always wanted to go to the moon. Wait a minute, why have I never been to the moon?
" All right now, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry," Martha says instantly taking control, as she tries to remain calm. She looks out the window, admiring the view. "It's real. It's really real. Hold on," She says and goes to open the window.
"Don't! We'll lose all the air," The woman from earlier says. Idiot.
"But they're not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?" Martha says, as I slowly smile. She's a genius. I like her already.
I walk over to the two woman, standing beside them as I look out the window. "Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" I ask her politely, as I adjust my black t-shirt.
"Martha," She answers, just as Dad comes over standing behind me.
"And it was Jones, wasn't it? Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?" Dad says startling Martha with his sudden appearance.
"We can't be," The woman insists. I think her name is Swales.
"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," I say instantly becoming annoyed by the idiocy of the woman. Come on, use your brain woman.
"By the patients' lounge, yeah," She says looking at Dad and I, with a glint of wonder in her eyes. She's intrigued. She wants to know what's going on.
Yep, I like her.
" Fancy going out?" Dad asks her, a grin on his face.
"Okay," Martha says sounding amazed as she looks up at my father. Why is he so tall? Better yet, why am I so short? I'm only 4'11.
"We might die," He tells her. Okay, let's see what she says.
"We might not," She replies and my grin widens. I say we have ourselves a companion.
"Good. Come on," Dad says as he grabs my hand and we start to go.
"Not her, she'd hold us up," I say gesturing towards Swales. The three of of start to go, and I can't help but roll my eyes as Swales breaks down.
We open the glass doors and step out, each of us taking a deep breath.
"We've got air. How does that work?" Martha asks looking around amazed. A smile is plastered on my face as I look out onto the surface of the moon, the Earth suspended in front of us. I walk over to the edge, and hop up, sitting on the railing, swinging my feet.
Dad shot me a look, his face saying 'please don't fall', though he said, "Just be glad it does."
"I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really, really," Martha says railing off, as she looks around.
"You okay?" Dad asks, and I instantly notice he's referring to the both of us.
"Not my first unplanned trip," I say with a shrug, swinging my feet as I admire the view.
"Yeah," Martha breaths, looking at Dad.
"Sure?" Dad asks her, unsure of how she's reacting.
"Yeah," Martha says with a nod of her head.
" Want to go back in?" Dad asks her, pointing towards the doors into the building.
"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful," Martha says, causing me to turn my head and grin at her. I notice Dad walk over, standing behind me hands resting on the rails on both sides of me.
"Do you think?" Dad asks carrying on their conversation, as I turn my head to look at him, a smile on my face. He smiles back at me, planting a kiss on the top of my head.
"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are," Martha says, eyes fixed on the blue ball in the ebony darkness.
"Standing in the Earthlight," I say.
"What do you think happened?" Martha asks us.
"What do you think?" I ask her turning my head, raising my eyebrows at me, a smirk forming on my lips.
"Extraterrestrial. It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things. I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home," Martha tells us, and I hang my head, instantly thinking of Rose. Dad notices me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Dad tell her.
"Yeah."
"We were there, in the battle," Dad tells her, as I let out a sigh, turning, jumping off the railing. I land on my feet next to Dad.
"Not good memories," I say quietly.
"I promise 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," Martha says, causing me to smirk.
"It's not Smith. That's not our real name," Dad says receiving a confused look from Martha.
"Who are you, then?" Martha asks us.
"I'm the Doctor, this is my daughter Arcadia," Dad says resting his arm on my head, to which I side step out of his reach.
"Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Smith?" She asks us, and I roll my eyes.
"Just the Doctor," Dad tells her.
"Just Arcadia. Arcy if you want," I say crossing my arms, shifting my weight onto my right foot.
" How do you mean, just the Doctor?" She says questioning my father. Funny really, they always question him, but never me.
"Just the Doctor," Dad says, an innocent look on his face, as he looks down on her.
"What, people call you the Doctor?" She questions him, a confused look on her face.
"Yeah," Dad says and Martha looks at me questioningly, and I just shrug. I've never questioned it. I know my Dad's real name, but it's not like I'm going to call him anything but Dad.
"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title," Martha says crossing her arms. Ah, medical students can be so annoying sometimes.
"Well, I'd better make a start, then. Let's have a look," Dad says, as I walk over and pick up a rock, throwing it as far as I can. It hits a forcefield, causing myself to smile,
"Forcefield keeping the air in," I say, a shit eating grin on my face, making it obvious that I'm proud of myself.
"But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" Martha asks, sounding a bit worried.
"How many people in this hospital?" Dad asks her.
"I don't know. A thousand?" She says unsure of herself.
"One thousand people suffocating," I say, instantly concerned. Something's up. I look up just in time to see three ships coming down. Landing on the surface of the moon.
"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asks in a sort of panic, her eyes growing wide.
"Head's up! Ask them yourself," Dad says as columns of marching beings come stomping out of the ships.
"Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens," Martha says wide eyed, and I have to stifle a laugh.
"Judoon," Dad says, and I look at him, instantly concerned. Why the hell are the Judoon here. Good god, I hate those pricks.
"What the hell are they doing here?" I ask Dad, handing slipping into his, not liking where this is going.
"No idea. Want to find out," He asks me, and I smiling.
"Oh god yes. Come on then Martha," I say.
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