Author's Note: To fully enjoy, understand, and follow this fic you must read 'Lineage' first.
"It's not normal, there's something seriously wrong." said the woman who sat watching the scene before her, horrified.
"It's perfectly normal." The man seated beside the woman reassured, as he divided his attention between the convergence board he'd been working on and the child that sat upon the floor, who occasionally floated several inches off the ground, before settling back down again.
"Our daughter's floating and you think that's perfectly normal?"
"Martha, she's got gas is all, which can cause floating in children her age, it'll stop once she's got some more weight on her. But yeah it's perfectly normal. Look at her, she doesn't even notice it." He said as they watched the 4-year-old, rise and then fall again. "It's all that helium."
"Helium," Martha repeated. "She farts helium?"
"Yeah, all time lords do, guess she's more like of old da." The Doctor said with pride. "Humans' consist mainly of swallowed air that is a mixture of nitrogen and carbon dioxide, with a wee bit of hydrogen sulfide gases and mercaptans to add that unique stench you lot have. For us it's all helium really, and stench free." He said with a smile and waggle of his brow, and she simply rolled her eyes at him as she smiled slightly. His words seemed to tickle the child, and she started giggling. This got her father's full attention and he instantly put down the board he's held and moved to the child, scooping her up into his arms. He was quite fond of scooping her up, and dancing her around, and stroking her light brown cascades of curls that fell down her back. Everything about this child, who had her mother's complexion, mouth, and disposition, and her father's everything else, fascinated him. He was in complete awe of her and it showed whenever he looked at here.
"Daddy, you messed up my city." The child said with a pout, which caused him to look down at the scattered blocks to see that in fact he had.
"I'm sorry Princess here I'll help you fix it." He said as he placed her back upon the floor and then nestled down across from her, mimicking her as he set with his legs crisscrossed, he then picked up one of the overturned blocks. Martha watched them with a smile on her face, which widened as both the Doctor's and Lizzy's brows bunched in concentration and their tongues stuck out a bit at the corners of their mouths. Both silently and happily working together. These were the times that Martha felt most blessed and she would always quietly thank God for her blessings. Lizzy noticed her mother's eyes on her and sent Martha a loving smile.
"Mommy, you can help too." Lizzy stated as she reached out a small hand to beckon her mother. Martha smiled back as she stood to make her way over to them, but a sudden jolt of the Tardis sent her back down in her seat.
"What was that?" Martha asked the Doctor who was already hurrying to the controls with Lizzy in his arms. He settled her on the yellow bench nearby and then focused on the controls.
"I think we've landed," The Doctor said as he read the readings on the monitor.
"Landed? Where?" Martha asked as she moved along side him, also reading the monitor.
"I don't know, some planet in the Quiskar system."
"Why are we here, was there some distress signal that the Tardis picked up?"
"No, but this," He pointed to the monitor. "Looks like the particle remnants of a tractor beam." The Doctor said as he arched one of his brows.
"So, someone on this planet brought us here on purpose, that can't be good." Martha said growing a bit nervous over the thought.
"Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's go have a look around."
"Let's not, let's just leave." Martha offered.
"Naa, where's the adventure in that. Besides what if there's someone here who needs our help and using that tractor beam was the only way to get us here." Martha sighed heavily; sometimes she hated his logic, because it was always so 'logical'.
"Fine," She said in a defeated tone as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Yay," Lizzy exclaimed excitedly as she clapped her hands. She loved their adventures; Martha suspected that Lizzy loved them even more than the she and Doctor. At times Martha felt that Lizzy was 100 Time Lord, not that she minded.
"It looks like it's a bit chilly out there," Martha stated as she continued reading the monitor. "So you go grab your coat young lady." She said to her daughter as stroked her hand across Lizzy's curls. Lizzy immediately hopped from the bench and left to get her coat, without a fuss.
"Martha Jones, your daughter has become quite the little adventurer." The Doctor stated, like he often did, and like always Martha gave him the same reply.
"I wonder where she gets it from." The Doctor only waggled his brow and threw her a huge smile, and then leaned over and captured her mouth in a quick kiss, pulling back just as Lizzy reentered the room.
"I'm ready." Lizzy announced.
"It's ready," Deacon announced.
"Great, you've finally built your machine, that will never work because it needs the blood of a time lord that doesn't exist since they all died out during the time war." The assistant said with disinterest as he continued doing his routine checklist.
"Oh not all of them, Bastian. There's still the Doctor, and if my timing is right, the Doctor should be on his way here right now." Deacon said with a smile on his face as he turned and headed out of the lab.
"The Doctor?" Bastian called after Deacon's retreating back. "Doctor Who?"