Previously:

"What do you mean? I'm Carli Steinberg. I was here because of my Crohn's. My mom signed me in and everything. I remember being in the operating room and then...then I must have been dreaming... But I woke up here! Please! You have to help me," I exclaimed in a rush.

She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sudden quake in the earth that threw us off balance. The back of my head slammed against the floor, stunning me for a moment. For a good 10 seconds, the shaking continued, equipment falling everywhere. Finally, it stopped. I lied on the ground in shock, trying to get rid of the ringing in my ears. Soon, the room was filled with horrified cries of terror. I could see people running about around me. I pulled myself to my feet and slowly made it to the window, where a crowd had formed. I shoved my way to the front, only to fall back in shock at what I had seen.

We were on the moon.

Chapter 2: Why Am I Not Waking Up?

Stunned by what I saw, I ran from the room, trying to find out if it was just some prank someone pulled. I found myself in another patients ward, not unlike the last one, only to find it in the same condition, from the panicking people to the view from the window. I fell back against the wall by the window, sliding down it until I was curled up as much as I could while maintaining a sense modestly in the hospital gown I was still wearing. My hands found themselves weaving and tugging at my hair as I hyperventilated. What the hell. Why am on the moon? I pinched myself to try and wake up, but all that got me was the telltale pain of being stabbed by my nails. Why won't this work?! I began pinching myself even more, up to the point where my arm was littered in crescent-shaped red indents. I was so concentrated on trying to injure myself awake that I almost didn't notice a young woman trying to take control of the situation.

"All right now, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry" I looked up as one of my favorite actresses from Sense8 came into the room dressed in a doctor's coat. She looked younger than she does currently. She quickly headed over to the window where I and another medical person were.

"It's real. It's really real. Hold on." She reached up to open the latch on the window, but a sudden protest from the woman stopped her.

"Don't! We'll lose all the air!" The Freema Agyeman look-alike looked from the woman to the window in confusion.

"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?" I was so focused on the conversation in front of me that I was startled when another voice joined in.

"Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" I turned towards the new speaker only to freeze in shock. First bowtie, now sand shoes? Why won't I wake up?

"Martha."

"And it was Jones, wasn't it? Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be." The other woman whimpered, looking close to tears.

"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..."

"By the patients' lounge, yeah."

"Fancy going out?"

"Okay." It was then that the man noticed me. He blinked at me in confusion before his face hardened.

"Oh. You're here," He said in a cool tone as if he would rather see anyone else but me. I opened my mouth to respond, but only a whimper came out. I was still frightened by what was going on around me. He rolled his eyes and turned back to Freema.

"We might die."

"We might not." By now, they were both supporting smirks.

"Good. Come on. Not her, she'd hold us up," He pointed to the sobbing woman. "And especially not her. She ruins everything she touches" He said pointing at me. Freema looked at me in confusion, but followed him from the room.

I slumped against the wall, finally able to get a hold of myself and calm down. 'She'll ruin everything' he says. That's fine by me! I would like to be as far away from these people as I possibly can. Maybe if i look around some more, my mind will be unable to supply images for me and cause me to wake up! The Doctor Who episode I'm dreaming about only showed a few areas of this hospital, so it shouldn't take too long.

Collecting myself, I stood up, grabbing the wall in case my legs refused to work. Fortunately for me, my legs seemed to be steady. Looking once more out the window, I exited the room.

Ten minutes later, I still wasn't waking up. At this point, I was filled to the brim with frustration and panic. I had been walking around trying to find something that would tip me off that this was a dream, but there was nothing. I opened a door and the motion sensor lights came on. I groaned when I recognized the X-Ray room. I was about to head back out and leave, but I heard fast approaching footsteps. NOt wanting to be found, I ran into the room and hid behind a windowed wall looking out on the machinery. Seconds later, I heard the sound of two people running in, followed by a whirring sound. They headed over to the side room I was in. It was Freema and sand shoes. They didn't notice me.

"When I say now, press the button."

"But I don't know which one!" Freema said, looking around in panic. He popped his head back in.

"Then find out!" Then he was gone and the whirring sound started up again. It was then that I noticed that there was a banging at the door.

Ok, maybe I won't be able to wake up until I go along with whatever is going on here. Hopefully, this will work and then I'll wake up nice and safe in a straight jacket.

I looked towards Freema, sorry, Martha and noticed her waving her hands over the controls in a panic, trying to find the right button. She ran over to the cupboard and pulled out an operators manual, trying to find something that will tell her what the right button was. It was then that I spoke up.

"It's the yellow one." Martha turned around in shock, never having noticed me. The banging became more persistent, causing her to quickly get over her shock.

"What?"

"It's the yellow one," I repeated, now standing from my hiding place. She looked uncertain.

"Are you sure?" I nodded my head.

"I've had enough X-rays in the last few years to at least know how they start the thing." She looked hesitant but then the man, the Doctor, interrupted.

"NOW!" She looked at me, closed her eyes, and slammed her hand on the yellow button. A bright blue-ish white color filled the room for a few moments. When it dissipated, a loud thump was heard, like someone falling to the floor. Concerned, I ran to the door, only to be held back by Martha.

"Wait a moment. It might not be safe." She turned to the window and addressed the Doctor. "What did you do?"

"Increased the radiation by five thousand percent. Killed him dead." She looked at him concerned.

"But isn't that going to kill you?"

"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." Martha went out of the room. I followed, but stayed inside the doorway to watch. "All I need to do is expel it. 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! Itches, itches, itches, itches, it is hot. Hold on." While doing this, he was hopping about, kicking he leg as if he were trying to get mud off of his shoe. finally he stopped, took of the shoe, and threw it into a trash can behind him.

"Done."

"You're completely mad," Martha said looking at him in concern as if debating his mental stability.

"You're right. I look daft with one shoe" He then took off his other shoe and threw it into the trash as well.

"Barefoot on the moon." Martha rolled her eyes at him.

"So what is that thing? And where's it from, the planet Zovirax?" The two of them went over to the body lying face down on the floor, both kneeling to get a better look at it. I stayed back, unsure of what I was supposed to do.

"It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones. See? Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish." He stood up and went to the X-ray machine, pulling out his sonic screwdriver.

"But it was that woman, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant." Unfortunately for Martha, he wasn't paying attention.

"My sonic screwdriver." He pouted.

"She was one of the patients, but-"

"Oh, no. My sonic screwdriver."

"She had a straw like some kind of vampire."

"I loved my sonic screwdriver."

"Doctor!" Martha and I both called, interrupting his bemoaning. Startled he looked at Martha and then towards me.

"When'd you get here?" He asked, sounding shocked at having not noticing me before.

"I was here when you two ran in," I said quietly. I shifted under his penetrating stare.

"Why are you down here in the first place?" He looked like he was going to continue but Martha stopped him.

"Doctor?" He whirled around, throwing his sonic behind him. It bounced off of my head and onto the floor. Shit that hurt I thought, rubbing my head as I looked back towards the two in front of me.

"Sorry." Martha raised her eyebrow at him.

"You called me Doctor." He said with a stupid grin.

"Anyway? Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mister Stoker's blood." The doctor looked at her in confusion.

"Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless. No. Yes, that's it. Wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it. If she can assimilate Mister Stoker's blood, mimic the biology, she'll register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!" With that, he sprinted out the door and down the corridor, Martha and I close behind.

We found ourselves hiding behind a water cooler as the Slab ran by.

"That's the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs." He looked at me. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he caught sight of the hand shaped bruises on my upper arms. His eyes immediately filled with concern.

"What happened to your arms?" Martha looked at them in shock and looked about ready to go into 'doctor mode', but the Doctor stopped her.

"It's nothing," I said, looking at the ground. He raised an eyebrow at me in concern.

"It's obviously not nothing, so tell me," he insisted.

"Honestly, it's nothing. Just something that happened before I got here. On my first... adventure," I said the last bit doubtfully, still sure this was all a figment of my imagination of some sort.

"What? This is only your second time meeting me?" He looked like someone had slapped him. I nodded slowly. His face soon resembled that of a fish's when out of water. Martha turned to him, trying to break the silence.

"What about you?" He snapped out of it, looking at her confused.

"What about me what?"

"Haven't you got back-up? You must have a partner or something? I mean, you obviously know her," She said pointing at me. He rolled his eyes at this.

"Oh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions? Come on." We stood up and made to go around the corner. Martha chuckled a bit.

"I like that. Humans. I'm still not convinced you're an alien."

Right on schedule, the Judoon popped up in front of us. They held out their scanner and did a once-over on the Doctor.

"Non-human," They declared. Martha looked at him in disbelieving shock.

"Oh my God, you really are." The Doctor rolled his eyes and grabbed her.

"And again." Then, we were off. We ran down the hall and into the stairwell. After running up like three floors, we finally ran out of the stair well into a hallway.

"They've done this floor. Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've checked already. If we're lucky." We continued on down the hallway. We came upon the woman who was sobbing earlier giving oxygen to patients.

"How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked. The woman shook her head in dismay.

"Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out."

"How are you feeling? Are you all right?" The Doctor asked in concern. Martha turned to him with a grin.

"I'm running on adrenaline."

"Welcome to my world."

"Speak for yourselves," I said, my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Martha rubbed my back sympathetically as she spoke to the Doctor.

"What about the Judoon?" The Doctor immediately dismissed her question.

"Nah, great big lung reserves. It won't slow them down. Where's Mister Stoker's office?"

"It's this way," Martha said, leading us down the hall. A minute later, we reached the office. She opened the door and looked around the room, confused.

"She's gone. She was here." The Doctor wandered over to the man's body.

"Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore." Martha looked at him questioningly.

"What's she doing on Earth?

"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on." The doctor stood up and made for the door.

"Wait a minute," Martha called out. He turned to her to find her closing his eyes. We followed him outside and we walked down the hall a bit.

"Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" The Doctor looked around for a few moments before spotting a sign that pointed towards the room for MRIs. His expression took on that of understanding.

"Ah. She's as clever as me. Almost." His ego growing was interrupted by the Judoon making an entrance.

"Find the non-human. Execute." The Doctor turned towards Martha and me.

"Martha, stay here. I need time. You've got to hold them up."

"How do I do that? Why can't she stay?" She asked. I nodded in agreement, confused as to why it seemed as if he was bringing me along.

"I'm not leaving her behind to mess things up. It's better that she comes with me so that I can keep an eye on her. Just forgive me for this. It could save a thousand lives. It means nothing. Honestly, nothing." He then grabbed her face and promptly kissed her. He then lightly grabbed my wrist and pulled me along towards the MRI room.

There are flashes of light going on inside the room when we enter. The scanner itself has energy dancing all over it, and the old lady was in the control booth, working. The Doctor grabbed her attention rather quickly.

"Have you seen them? There are these things. These great big space rhino things. I mean, rhinos from space. And we're on the moon! Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon. And we only came in for her Crohn's. Perfectly good treatment. The nurses were lovely. I said to my wife, I said I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?" I looked at him in shock. Why is he saying I'm his wife? He turned to me with a look that said 'play along'. I hesitantly nodded. The old woman looked behind us.

"Hold them." We were suddenly grabbed from behind, myself in a choke hold while the doctor had his hands gripped behind his back. I clawed at the arm trying to get the arm to loosen up.

"Er, that, that big er machine thing. Is it supposed to be making that noise?" The Doctor asked, slightly panicked at my predicament.

"You wouldn't understand." The crone dismissed.

"But isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging thing? Like a ginormous sort of a magnet? I did magnetics GCSE. Well, I failed, but all the same." The Doctor pushed.

"The magnetic setting now increased to fifty thousand Tesla," She said smugly.

"Ooo, that's a bit strong, isn't it?" He continued, playing the part of a confused man. I could feel myself losing air faster as the Slab's grip tightened.

"It'll send out a magnetic pulse that'll fry the brain stems of every living thing within two hundred and fifty thousand miles. Except for me, safe in this room." She smirked, proud of herself.

"But er, hold on, hold on, I did geography GCSE. I passed that one. Doesn't that distance include the Earth?"

"Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive. Call it my little gift." She said coldly. I lifted my hand and gave her the finger. The arm tightened a bit more. Totally worth it, I thought

"I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me, I'm a little out of my depth. I've spent the past fifteen years working as a postman. Why would you do that?"

"With everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my escape." I have to hand it to her, she really thought this through.

"No, that's weird. You're talking like you're some sort of an alien." The Doctor said in false dismissal.

"Quite so." His face looked gabberflasted.

"No!"

"Oh, yes." She smirked.

"You're joshing me."

"I am not."

"I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has the place got an ET department?" I groaned at his joke, reminding him of the position I was in. He grimaced a bit before looking at the crone again.

"It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast, and all this equipment ready to arm myself with should the police come looking."

"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?" He asked.

"Yes. But I'm hidden." She held up her hand, showing off the black X on the back of it.

"Right. Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans." The Doctor nodded. She looked at him in a panic.

"They're doing what?"

"Big chief rhino boy, he said, no sign of a non-human, we must increase our scans up to setting two?" He said as if trying to remember what the "rhino" said.

"Then I must assimilate again." She walked over to her purse. She opened it and began fishing around for something inside.

"What does that mean?"

"I must appear to be human."

"Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the family. They'd be honored. We can have cake!"

"Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw." She said turning around with the stupid plastic death trap in her hand.

"Oh, that's nice. Milkshake? I like banana." I scrunched my nose up at that. I personally preferred strawberry kiwi. My vision began to tunnel as the tingly sensation in my arm began again.

"You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness. I think it's time you found some peace. Steady him!" She said to the Slab holding us.

The Slab threw me to the side as he forced the Doctor to his knees and turned his head so the crone could reach his jugular with her straw.

"What are you doing?" He asked in confusion. The tingling evolved to burning.

"I'm afraid this is going to hurt. But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember." With that, she dove down, shoving the straw into his neck and began sucking. The image soon faded out into nothing.

My eyes finally focused on the bright blue sky as I gasped for air, practically coughing my lungs out. The ground felt different. It wasn't the linoleum floor that I had been previously lying on. Instead, it felt...like grass. I rolled over, curling up in a ball as I tried to get my lungs to work properly. If I'm really crazy, and this is all a hallucination/dream, then what the hell are those idiots with medical degrees doing to me? Evidentially, my coughs and gasping intakes of air alerted people to my presence.

"Mon Dieu!₁" A woman's voice called out in horror. Soon following the outburst came the sound of muffled running as they made their way towards me. The woman collapsed on the ground in front of me, her big dress pooling around her as she leaned towards my face.

"Allô? Sa va? Comment tu t'appelles?₂" Her hand cupped my cheek as she spoke to me.

"Wh-what?" I whispered, trying and failing on preventing a coughing fit. The woman looked at me in understanding.

"Est-ce que tu parle l'anglais?₃" I nodded hoping that she was asking if I spoke English. She nodded and then tried again.

"Are you alright? What is your name child?" She asked concerned. It was slightly difficult to understand her because of her accent, but I could make it out.

"Car" Cue coughing fit. "Carli," I finally uttered out. "Wh-where am I?"

"Child, did you hit your head? In fact, how did you even arrive here? You are in the palace of Versailles," She said, her eyes concerned.

"I-I don't know. The- the man said... The Doctor said..." I uttered out, only to be interrupted.

"What man? How old are you, child? Did this man harm you? Is this where these bruises came from?" She pushed away some of my hair that had fallen in front of my face.

"I'm...I'm seventeen. And no, he didn't hurt me...well...he did, but... it...it was an accident..."

It was then that I notice who she was. Sophia Myles, the woman who played Madame De Pompadour. This hallucination must be from before the Doctor revealed his name to her, She looked over my appearance and grimaced in shock and outrage.

"Child, what on God's Earth are you wearing?!" I looked down confused and promptly blushed. Oh. Yeah. I'm still in my hospital gown. She shook her head and then turned to a servant woman who stood nearby. It was then I noticed the crowd that had formed.

"Apporter-la quelque chose à se couvrir jusqu'à ce que nous trouvons quelque chose de plus approprié à l'usage.₄" The servant nodded and rushed off. The woman then addressed the crowd.

"Vas-y! Tu ne vois pas que la pauvre fille est indécent? Fermer!₅" The crowd immediately dispersed. The maid returned a moment later with a large cloak. The woman helped to wrap it around me and helped me up.

"Come along child. Let us get you inside and taken care of."

With that, they led me across the lush green lawns and inside the infamous French palace.

1) Good heavens!

2) Hello? Are you alright? What is your name?

3) Do you speak English?

4) Bring her something to cover herself until we find something more suitable to wear.

5) Be gone with you. Can't you see that the poor girl is indecent? Avert your eyes!

Hello again! Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews! Also a massive thank you to those who followed and favorited this story! Anyways, let me know what you thought of the chapter!

~Percabeth Jackson "D

Ps. For those readers who have Crohn's disease, or know someone who does, I have Crohn's myself, so I'm basing my character's experiences with it off of mine. I have a relatively milder form of it than most, as I have noticed from my cousin's case, so I thought I should let you know if something is different.

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