Chapter 2 The Cage
Martha woke up with a throbbing head ach. She was in a cage like thing with the Doctor slouched in one corner still out of it. She went to the edge of their prison and reached out through the bars, only to retract her arm as a jolt of electricity ran through her. She went over to the Doctor to make sure he was ok. She put her hand against his neck to check for a pulse, forgetting the double hart beat, realised and put a hand over each side of his chest to make sure they were both going. Satisfied that he was ok, she sat down next to him and waited for their captors to interrogate them.
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The surveillance video of the imprisoned pair was on screen. Dr Rodney McKay had been watching the Doctor trying to figure out where or rather when he had met the 'man'. He was so focused on the screen that he didn't hear his friend creep up behind him. He jumped at the sound of a mug being placed next to him.
"Good morning sunshine. You're up early." Said Col. John Sheppard, placing the coffee next to McKay.
"What?" asked McKay looking at his watch.
"Relax, I'm just joking. It's midnight, was heading off to bed and saw you sitting here starring at the computer and thought 'hay why not shake him up?'. By the way, what are you doing?"
"Oh nothing, just thinking where I've seen him before."
They looked at the screen noticing that the dark girl had woken up and was checking on her companion.
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Martha's head ach had to wear off and was now getting worried, usually when they were knocked out the Doctor was first to recover, but here he was still out cold. She had been awake for an hour now. It was late she new that as the men guarding the door to the rest of the city were looking half asleep. It was cold, so Martha decided to huddle up against the Doctor for just a little more warmth, only to find him even colder.
"Hay, guys do mind turning up the heat in here, its freezing." Said Martha.
"I'll see what I can do." Said one of the guards, "It is really cold. Anyone in the control room?"
"Yer, I'm here." Came John's broken voice over the radio, "What do want?"
"Can you turn up the heat in the cell? We're freezing to death down here." Said the guard.
"Sure thing. Give us a minute… hang on, that's odd, all readings say its 30 degrees down there." Said John.
"Can you turn it up any way?"
"Why not?"
It immediately became warmer.
"Thanks" said Martha "that's much better."
Martha decided that she was getting really worried about the Doctor. He looked like a small child having a nightmare; he had a fearful look on his and was moaning slightly. She went up and lent against him murmuring not to be afraid, that it is only a dream and that she was there.
How long was the Doctor going to be unconscious? Thought Martha, she may as well get some sleep. With that she curled up against the Doctor and went into a light sleep.
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She woke up to find that the Doctor had still not come round yet. Now she was seriously worried, something was defiantly wrong with him. She tried to wake him.
"Doctor?" asked Martha quietly and shaking him slightly, "Doctor." She said a little more concerned.
He groaned, finally rousing from his unconscious state.
"What?" he groaned. He had a massive head ach; his entire head throbbed painfully with every hart beat of both his harts. "How long?" he winced at the pain in his head.
"I..." Martha started but was interrupted by the Doctor.
"Shh, not so load." He whispered.
"Sorry. I don't know." She whispered in answer to the Doctor's question.
The door opened to reveal Dr. Weir and John.
"So how are we this morning?" asked John.
The Doctor visibly winced at the level of his voice. Seeing this John lowered his voice.
"Sorry," he said quietly "massive head ach?"
The Doctor just moaned in the positive, a bit like a very uncooperative teenager.
"I'll get Beckett to get you some aspirin. But first, what are you doing in Atlantis? And what is with the Blue Box?"
"I told you, we're just dropping in a visit some old friends of mine. And that blue Box is the TARDIS." seeing John starting to ask the obvious question, he continued "Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Now can I get some really strong Panadole or something? This head ach is killing me."
"Sure" said Weir.