Martha was stunned. She didn't know if she was still dreaming or not, but she was happy. She was lying in bed with Jamie. He had snuggled closer to her and he was breathing cleanly. He was fine, besides the dehydration and the bruises. Okay, he was far from alright, but she was a doctor and he was there, and that was alright. She leaned in closer to smell that sweet smell that he had. It was just like Julius. The smell of alien, the smell she loved.
Jamie didn't know what was happening. He didn't want to open his eyes because he felt safe. He was on a warm bed and he could feel arms around him. Arms! Someone was touching him. He tensed and immediately shut down his sexual responses. They had tried everything to get him to submit to women, and even men since the world was changing, and well, he dabbled. Well not him, the old him, the him he was trying to get back to being, but they were stopping him. Then he smelled her. It was Martha. She was there. Oh, they had captured her. His sweet, sweet Martha.
Martha's breath caught when those giant brown orbs opened before her. They were confused, and he began to panic.
"Martha, I'm so sorry, but don't worry. I am going to figure things out, and then we are going to escape. Everything is going to be fine." He stopped when he realized that she was staring at him. "What's wrong Martha?" he asked again.
"I can't understand you, sweetheart. Have they done something to your head?" she asked, looking directly at him.
He didn't understand. He thought it was just like that because of the facility. He was home now and the TARDIS was right there. She was new and still had a ways to go, but she was his TARDIS all the same. He could feel her soothing him, but he still had a lot of healing to do. He needed his watch. He was useless now.
"It's okay, Jamie. Do you understand me? It's fine. I don't know what has happened, but we are together. I'm going to take care of you. Julius went to the park with Jenny and when they get back, they are going to be happy to see you. What makes matters even better is I will be able to tell Tom to get the fuck out. Oh yeah, today can't get any better than that." She smiled.
"Now we need to get you out of these clothes because you need a shower." She reached for his belt and he panicked. She knew that they had sexually molested him the minute she reached for his pants. Those bastards had taken someone who would never harm a fly and had done horrible things to him. It didn't matter that she had him back; they all were going to pay.
Brody was waiting in Georgia's office when she returned to COW. She did her best to seem surprised when she saw him. "Brody what are you doing here?" she asked.
"How's your mom? That's why you needed this day off? I know that she had surgery a few days ago. How is she?"
"She's doing well. That's why I'm back so soon. She told me that I should get back to work, and that she could take care of herself."
"That's good. I mean, you know family is important. You never know when you might be fired and have to go back to live with them."
"What?" She acted shocked. Thumbs up to those drama courses she was forced to take.
"While you were away, the Doctor escaped. It's the funniest thing, he got out, but he isn't on any surveillance footage. It's like someone who worked here let him out. Someone who knew the ins and outs of this place. Someone like you."
"That's ridiculous. After you cemented everything in my head about Lily. Brody, the three of us came here together. I know the importance of the cause. I know what he means to us. I would never let him go. I wanted to know what made him tick after what the Cryovores did to him. He was unable to speak, but he understood everything that we said. He could even still form coherent thoughts and work out equations that I have taken months to solve. He was still so fantastic, yet the only thing he could say was 'Martha'. What is so special about Martha Jones?"
"What indeed. Well, I'm going to let you get back to work. Get together all you can on Jamie. We are going to have a meeting in an hour or so."
"Will do," she smiled as he left the room. When she was sure he was gone, Georgia let go of that breath she had been holding since she walked into the room.
Martha slid the door closed and slid to the floor behind it. Her poor Doctor. She would make them pay. Now though, he was her first priority. She had finally gotten him to let her help him shower, and now he was in clothes of his own. She still didn't understand how it was that he couldn't speak English anymore. She tried to work that out. Martha was sure she would, but right now, Jamie was the priority. He had finally drifted off to sleep. She needed time to pull herself together and figure out what she was going to say to her son. She, well, just needed time.
His eyes snapped opened just as she left. Why did she leave? Did she not want him anymore? Of course she still wanted him, it was Martha Jones and she always loved the Doctor, but he was not the Doctor anymore. Jamie was a shell, not human and not Time Lord. He was a waste of space. No one loved him. He looked down and noticed that she had put him in his pajamas. He looked to the left and saw that his belt was still in his slacks. Jamie's mind began to work into overtime. He knew what he had to do.
The shriek was what knocked her out of her moment of self-pity. What did she have to be feeling down about? She had Jamie back and she would make them pay. It was Jenny; she was entering with a very distraught Julius. Jeremy was right behind them. Tom was nowhere in sight.
"What has happened?" she demanded as she approached her son.
"We don't know," Jenny told her, worried, "He had a good day. He did bring some attention to himself in the park. We were talking in Shamamorkin. It's the language of the Delta Quadrant, you know. We told them we were playing Martians. They were amazed at how advanced he was when we told him he was two. They thought he was four. I told them my parents were very smart. Then when we were halfway here, he started screaming."
When they placed him on the floor, he bolted for the bedroom. The bedroom that she had left Jamie sleeping in. He opened the door and started screaming in that song that Jamie had been speaking since he'd been there.
"Don't leave me!" Jamie heard just a clear as day. He turned around and saw a pint-sized version of himself staring back at him. He wore a little brown coat and he had a suit. What kind of kid walks around looking so daft? His son, he realized. How could he attempt to do something like this? He had a son, and that was something that no one could take from him.
"Don't do it, Daddy," Julius sobbed.
He was speaking Gallifreyan. He knew with Jenny she would never be able to speak it because she was an echo, but Julius… He was born on a loom and went through all the process of becoming a Time Lord. He knew everything. He wouldn't be alone; Jamie could talk to someone until he could fix the problem.
"Can you understand me?" he asked.
"Yes, and I was with Jenny, but she can't. I knew what you were going to do. She can't read your mind the way I can. All of your thoughts are in Gallifreyan. No worries, you are safe and you are home. We will work it out. I know the truth about you." Julius smiled.
"What truth?" Jamie asked in their native tongue.
"That you are not the product of a metacrisis. That you are the one, the only, and the very best. You are the Doctor." He smiled again and rushed over to hug his father's leg, because he was still too short to reach his waist.
