A/N: To those of you who are worrying about the main character of this story being a Mary-Sue, I am sorry. I did not mean to create a character that would be seen that way. I hope you guys will give Whisper a chance; I would really appreciate it if you read this story all the way through. I've put my heart and soul into this story, so it kind of hurts when you guys accuse me of creating a Mary-Sue character. What do you think makes a Mary-Sue character? Comment and tell me your opinions; I would love to hear from you guys.

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Whispers Across Time

Chapter 2: The Doctor

"You primed to take orders? Ready to fight?" Cline asked the new girl, and she nodded.

"Instant mental download of all strategic and military protocols, sir. Generation five thousand soldier primed and in peak physical health. Oh, I'm ready," she said, grinning at the end of her little speech.

"Good. Now, here's what we're going to do -" I began, only to be cut off by Cline as we all walked over to the barricade.

"Shh, I think they're coming," he whispered, giving me a look.

I mimed zipping my mouth shut and settled for glaring at him instead.

But the three that had come from the blue box continued to talk, and I glared at them instead.

"Did you say daughter?" the red-head asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Mmm. Technically," the man replied, still staring at the new girl and I - at least, I think that he was staring at us.

"Technically how?" the black woman asked, and Cline began to glare at the three of them, as well.

"Reproduction from a single organism. Means one parent is biological mother and father. You take a sample of diploid cells, split them into haploids, then recombine them in a different arrangement and grow. Very quickly, apparently," the man explained, using his hands to talk.

"Something's coming," the new girl remarked, and I perked up; she was right, they were coming.

We all begin firing as soon as they come into view.

"Get down!" the new girl and I shouted together, looking at each other after finishing, and we both giggled as the newcomers ducked to avoid the barrage of bullets.

"We have to blow the tunnel. Get the detonator," Cline said, and I frowned.

"That means -" I began, only to be cut off by the man speaking.

"I'm not detonating anything."

"You don't have to!" I snapped, glaring at him. "We'll do it, like we always do, and save your sorry asses while we're at it!"

The man gave me a wounded, hurt look before rushing to the side of a wounded soldier. Meanwhile, they grabbed the black woman and dragged her into their ranks. I groaned; hopefully, it wouldn't be me who would have to rescue her from their clutches like always. Maybe this time Cline would actually do his job.

I rushed forwards and kicked one of them in the chest, knocking it flat on its back; then, I roundhouse kicked another that had been sneaking up behind me, all the while exchanging blows with another. The new girl was also in hand-to-hand combat with those monsters, and she kicked one down before racing over to grab the detonator.

"Blow the thing! Blow the thing!" I shrieked, my voice raising above the clamor of the battle, and the new girl nodded, her ponytail bouncing with her head's movement.

"Martha! No. Don't," the man exclaimed, but it was too late; the new girl had hit the button.

A klaxon noise sounded, and I ran forwards, grabbing the man's wrist, along with the wrist of the red-head, and dragged them to safety. I arrived just after the others, and as we kneeled down behind a rock, I panted for breath. Suddenly, the detonator exploded, bringing down the roof of the tunnel, and we all raced for safety once more.

"You've sealed off the tunnel. Why did you do that?" the man demanded, rounding on the new girl, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, glaring at this strange man who arrived in the blue box that looked too small for three people to fit inside.

"They were trying to kill us!" the blonde girl I had my arm around retorted, sounding insulted by the man's anger at her.

"But they've got my friend," the man said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Collateral damage. Don't worry about it; she's long gone. I bet you the Hath have already killed her," I told him, releasing the new girl and walking over to Cline.

"At least you've still got her. He lost both his men. I'd say you came out ahead," I heard the new girl exclaim, gesturing to the simmering red-head before nodding at Cline, who was mourning the loss of our soldiers in the fight.

"Her name's Martha. And she's not collateral damage, not for anyone. Have you got that, GI Jane?" the man asked threateningly, getting up in the new girl's face.

I raced over, separating the two who looked as though they wanted to kill each other. "Enough!" I exclaimed, looking at both of them. "We've lost good men today, so stop it! We don't need any more casualties!"

The man looked torn as he shrugged my hand away from his chest, which cut off the flow of electricity between the two of us, and he stalked away. "I'm going to find her," he grumbled, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing his wrist and halting him in his tracks.

"You're going nowhere. You don't make sense, you two. No guns, no marks, no fight in you. I'm taking you to General Cobb. Now, move," Cline ordered, gesturing for the two strangers to move, and I dragged the man along, ignoring the tingling that raced up and down my arm.

"I'm Donna. What's your name?" The red-haired woman was talking to the new girl as I walked up with Cline, trying to comfort him, the man walking behind us all and shooting glances over his shoulder the way we had come.

"Don't know. It's not been assigned," the new girl said, shrugging.

"Well, if you don't know that, what do you know?" Donna asked, and I smiled, walking back to join them.

"We all know how to fight," I replied, linking arms with the new girl, who had become my best friend over the walk we had been on for a while.

"Nothing else?" Donna said, frowning.

"The machine must embed military history and tactics, but no name. She's a generated anomaly," the man explained, and I frowned at him.

"We're not generated anomalies!" I exclaimed, and the man shook his head.

"I didn't say you were; I said she was."

"Generated anomaly. Generated. Well, what about that? Jenny," Donna was saying, tasting the words in her mouth as she went.

"Jenny. Yeah, I like that. Jenny," the new girl mused, smiling brightly at the three of us.

"What do you think, Dad?" Donna asked, grinning mischievously at the man.

"Good as anything, I suppose," he said, shrugging nonchalantly, and I had to resist the urge to hit him, though it seemed that it would be right to hit him; I didn't know why at the time, but I do now.

"Not what you'd call a natural parent, are you?" Donna asked, rolling her eyes at him.

"They stole a tissue sample at gunpoint and processed it. It's not what I call natural parenting!" the man retorted, and I glared at him.

"Gunpoint!?" I exclaimed angrily. "Excuse me!?"

Jenny, for that was what her name was after that moment, stroked my arm in an effort to calm me down, and I took a deep breath, calming my beating heart and jangling nerves.

"Rubbish," Donna was saying. "My friend Nerys fathered twins with a turkey baster. Don't bother her."

I smiled at the red-haired woman who seemed to be quite cheeky, offering her my arm, which she took with a grateful smile.

"You can't extrapolate a relationship from a biological accident," the man shot back, and I had to take a few more deep breaths to calm myself; I had mothered my children from the machine, so why was this man having such a difficult time doing the same thing?

"Er, Child Support Agency can," Donna replied, smirking at me.

"Look, just because I share certain physiological traits with simian primates doesn't make me a monkey's uncle, does it?" the man reasoned, and I glared at him as Jenny began to stroke my arm soothingly again.

"I'm not a monkey. Or a child," she retorted, and I chuckled.

"No, you aren't," I said to her just as we walked into camp.