It's time for another chapter starring our favourite alien, the Doctor! This chapter is basically the episode 'Smith and Jones' but with Buffy slotted in with Martha with the Doctor when he investigates what the hell is going on.
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Doctor Who © Sydney Newman, C.E. Webber and Donald Wilson. Buffy the Vampire Slayer © Joss Whedon.
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SEE? THIS IS WHY I HATE HOSPITALS, DOCTOR!
"The first time that it crossed my mind, I kept on pushing it aside…"
~Billie Piper: 'Something Deep Inside' (Something Deep Inside (Single) [2000])
Ten more minutes… Buffy thought grumpily, as she sat at a bench observing the crowd across the street from the Royal Hope Hospital. It was about nine in the morning, in London of all places. But Buffy thought that she would be doing something a little more exciting during her first trip through time and space, than sitting around waiting for… well, actually she wasn't entirely sure what the Doctor wanted her to find.
Something 'abnormal' could be just about any number of things.
Mental note: strangle the Doctor, then ask him to be a bit more specific next time… Buffy thought as she slumped down in her seat, and questioned why she had agreed to go with this Doctor (virtually a stranger) in the first place. She sighed. The answer to that particular question was obvious: because the Doctor was interesting. He was the epitome of the strange and the exciting, and it was exactly what Buffy had been seeking ever since she was called as the Slayer. Plus the fact that he's handsome doesn't suck either… She thought impishly, remembering the Doctor's adorable little dopey grin.
Suddenly, Buffy's 'spidey-sense' started tingling and she sat bolt upright and glanced around. The Slayer within zeroed in on a bike messenger decked out in what Buffy thought was way too much black. She frowned. Geez, pick a colour. Any colour… He was moving fairly briskly, weaving in and out of the crowd; seemingly determined to reach his destination. So intent, that he bumped unapologetically into a pretty black girl walking in the same direction, and checking her... hold up? Was that an actual phone? What the…?
"Oi! Watch it, mate!" The girl protested, and 'he' (Buffy was pretty sure it was a 'he') turned and looked at her blankly. No hint of emotion whatsoever underneath that giant motorcycle helmet. Both Buffy and the girl looked at the messenger and felt strangely freaked. There you are, Doctor. Here's your weirdness… Seeing enough, Buffy made her way back into the hated building and sought out the Doctor in amongst this labyrinth of sick, injured or (gulp) dying patients. Twenty minutes later, after getting lost a few times, Buffy finally found the Doctor who was sitting up in a hospital bed looking of all things, happy as a clam. The Slayer felt her eye twitching with irritation as she strode over to the Doctor's bedside and plopped herself down beside him in the visitor's chair.
"Hallo, Buffy." The Doctor greeted her brightly. "How's the weather outside?" He asked. Buffy ignored the question about the weather.
"I've found your 'something abnormal' Doctor." Buffy whispered to him.
The Doctor immediately went serious, and indicated for her to continue. Buffy explained all about how she got weird vibes from a bike messenger, decked out all in black. The Doctor's face went blank, questioning how bike messengers counted as 'abnormal' in Buffy's books. He was about to open his mouth and question her on this when he suddenly pasted on a cheerful smile and grabbed a hold of Buffy's hand. Startled, the Slayer could do nothing more but follow his move and glanced over to see what caused the Doctor to suddenly turn into a grinning moron. A tweed dressed surgeon with his group of student doctors was heading in their direction, and Buffy couldn't help but groan in annoyance. This particular doctor was 'greasy', apparently having a taste for younger women, and he always seemed to be flirting badly with Buffy with his eyes. Buffy noticed that the same girl she had seen outside the hospital entrance was among the group of student doctors; and she was looking at the Doctor with bemused interest. Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Now then, Mr. Smith, a very good morning, and how are you today?" 'Dr. McSleeze' addressed the Doctor with exaggerated politeness. Buffy squirmed in her seat when she noticed him eyeing her off.
"Oh, not so bad." The Doctor improvised like a pro. Buffy was impressed. "Still a bit, y'know. Blehh." He replied. 'McSleeze' nodded.
"And I see you have a visitor." He noted, grinning at Buffy who forced a pleasant smile on her face. "Your daughter?" He questioned, hopefully. The Doctor squeezed Buffy's hand.
"Niece, actually. She's been so brave. Can't stand to see her dear old Uncle in such pain." Buffy said nothing, aiming for shy. But she could've sworn she saw a warning glint in the Doctor's eye directed towards 'McSleeze' when he had first looked at Buffy. She relaxed considerably as the surgeon got the message and rather quickly turned back to his students.
"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains." He explained to them, before turning to the girl Buffy had had a chance encounter with. "Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me." He requested, rather arrogantly. Jones nodded and moved over to the Doctor's side, looking rather puzzled.
"Well, it wasn't very clever running around outside, was it?" She scolded the Doctor, who blinked back at her with confusion.
"Sorry?" He asked, and Buffy felt him tense his hand a little; and it was enough to make even Buffy – who was supernaturally strong – wince in pain. The Doctor, realising this, stroked the back of Buffy's hand with his thumb in apology. For an extremely thin alien, he was freakishly strong. Buffy smiled slightly, but continued observing the examination with a keen eye.
"On Chancellor Street, this morning." Jones explained. "You came up to me and took your tie off." The Doctor continued looking blank. But Buffy looked at him, accusingly. When the hell did he go to Chancellor Street? The Doctor ignored her.
"Really? What did I do that for?" He asked, sounding very child-like. Jones flushed with embarrassment.
"I don't know, you just did." She replied, hesitantly. Buffy glanced between them. Maybe she's mistaken? The Doctor laughed.
"Not me, I was here. I was in bed." He turned and looked at Buffy. "Wasn't I, love?" He asked Buffy, winking at her. Buffy smiled warmly, also an expert in lying as well.
"Yeah, I've been in and out a few times. He's either been asleep or watching TV the whole time." Buffy lied and the Doctor grinned, indicating his approval.
"You can ask the nurses." He added. However, it appeared Jones didn't buy their story.
"That's weird, cos it looked like you. Have you got a brother?" The Doctor's eyes went a little bit sad for a split second before he over-enthusiastically answered her question.
"Nope, not anymore. My brother – Buffy's father – died when she was little." Buffy bit down on her bottom lip. "Just me and her now!" He added, making yet another note to file in the 'questions to ask Buffy' folder in his brain when he noticed Buffy chewing on her bottom lip the moment her father was mentioned. McSleeze was growing impatient.
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones…?" Jones immediately went back on point.
"Sorry, um. Right…"
It was then that Buffy realised what she intended to do, and started to panic. But the Doctor squeezed her hand yet again, indicating for her to calm down. Calm down?! You're about to be exposed you silly alien! Buffy thought wildly as Jones put the stethoscope to the left side of the Doctor's chest. So far so good, but Buffy noticed the student doctor frown in a puzzlement and raise an eyebrow at the Doctor. He just gives her a sunny smile, totally innocent. Jones goes for broke and moves the stethoscope over to his right side. This time, her eyes widen in astonishment and she glances at the Doctor, earning a wink. McSleeze gives a long suffering sigh.
"I weep for future generations, but are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" He questions her. Jones takes a step back from the Doctor and shakes her head.
"Uh, I don't know. Stomach cramps?" She guesses, trying to cover up. McSleeze gives a condescending smile.
"That's a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." He reaches for the Doctor's clipboard, on the end of the bed and drops it when he is unexpectedly electrocuted by the metal clip of the clipboard. He drops it on the bed.
"That happened to me this morning." Jones pointed out.
This announcement set off the rest of the interns, to the point that their mentor had to bring order to the chaos. Eventually, McSleeze led his group away from the Doctor's bed. Only Jones looked back at the Doctor and Buffy, looking intrigued. The Doctor beams at her, while Buffy simply smiles politely. Once she was out of sight, Buffy gives the Doctor an annoyed slap on the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?" The Doctor whined and Buffy just shook her head exasperatedly.
"Babble much? You could've exposed yourself, Doctor!" She lectured him, then paused when she realised what she had just said. "Wait, that didn't come out right…" She glared playfully at the Doctor when he smirked suggestively at her. Buffy poked her tongue out at him and then turned her attention to the threatening rumble of storm clouds heading in their direction. "Now that's weird. It was a beautiful sunny day just a few seconds ago." Buffy glanced back over at the Doctor, whose playful smirk had disappeared and was replaced with a grave look.
"Yeah, weird." He was silent for several minutes before he got a 'lightbulb-over-the-head' expression and grabbed Buffy's face in his excitement. "Buffy Summers, you are a genius!" He declared before planting a great big wet kiss in the middle of her forehead. The Doctor released a very flustered Buffy, flung aside his thin hospital blanket and got out of bed. "Come on, we've got some exploring to do." He said, grabbing his robe and putting it on before grabbing Buffy's hand and dragging her in a random direction.
The Doctor and Buffy walked from hospital ward to hospital ward, trying to gather up other weird clues. Hell, anything that was potentially in the ballpark of plasma coils would be sufficient. But the further they travelled into the hospital, the deeper the frown on the Doctor's face got. Particularly, when it started to rain up.
"Doctor, look." Buffy prodded the Doctor's shoulder and pointed to a nearby window.
The Doctor followed her direction and immediately looked worried. That rang alarm bells in Buffy's head. They returned back to the Doctor's ward to plan what to do next. But before the Doctor could even open his mouth, there was a loud crack of thunder and lightning, and the whole hospital rocked on its foundations sending patients, visitors and staff members flying about like marionettes with their strings cut. Buffy was among the few that went flying and collided roughly with a nearby object.
"Buffy?! Are you okay?" Strong hands pulled her to her feet, and Buffy focused on the Doctor who was looking down at her with alarm.
"… We all fall down." Buffy quipped the last line of the 'ring-around-a-rosy' nursery rhyme. The Doctor would have cracked a smile at Buffy's witty comment, if the situation wasn't very serious. After making sure that Buffy was steady on her feet, the Doctor walked calmly towards the window and glanced out at the view. Buffy followed and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, my God…" Buffy whispered. That crack of thunder and lightning did more than just rock the foundations … it somehow teleported the entire hospital to the Moon. No joke, Buffy could literally see North America from where she was standing! Buffy turned to question the Doctor on what the hell was going on when she realised he wasn't standing there beside her. "Doctor? Where did you go?" She ran to the entry of the ward, getting frantic. "Damnit, Doctor! Don't you leave me here by myself!" Buffy growled.
"Relax, Buffy. I'm still here, I'm just getting dressed." The Doctor's voice came from behind a nearby closed curtain.
Buffy relaxed, feeling sheepish. Oh… oops! She felt like an idiot, and to escape the embarrassment she wondered back over to the window. Despite the obvious bad situation, Buffy couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the Moon's surface. She had had no desire as a kid to become an astronaut, but the fact that she was standing here on the Moon of all places, basking in the 'Earthlight' was a once and a lifetime opportunity not extended to most people. And Buffy felt extremely privileged. Willow would be so jealous! She thought devilishly.
"All right, now everyone, back to bed, we've got an emergency. But we'll sort it out, don't worry." A calm, soothing voice suddenly calls out, and then suddenly; Buffy wasn't the only person gazing out of the window at the beautiful moonscape. Buffy turned and saw Jones, of all people, standing there looking just as awed by the sight as she did, with another student doctor flanking her. But this chick was on the verge of hysteria, and Buffy was caught between sympathy and believing that she was behaving rather childishly.
"It's real, it's really … real." Then Jones frowned. "Hold on…" She goes to open the window, but her colleague stops her; tears streaming down her face.
"Don't! We'll lose all the air!"
Buffy and Jones gave her a look.
"I'm pretty sure we're not in any immediate danger." Buffy reassured her. Jones gave her an impressed smile.
"I agree. These windows aren't exactly airtight. If the air was gonna get sucked out, it would've happened straight away." She pointed out. Then she frowned. "But it didn't, so how come?" The screens are pulled back from around the bed the Doctor had been occupying, and revealed him fully dressed. Buffy grinned.
"Very good point!" The Doctor exclaimed, grinning back at Buffy in greeting; then focused upon Jones looking mildly intrigued by her deductions. "Brilliant, in fact, what was your name?" He asked. Jones blushed at the compliment.
"Martha." She replied.
Buffy felt a slight spike of jealousy, before she immediately smothered it. Why should I be jealous of her?! I've got Angel … don't I? But even then, Buffy wasn't entirely confirmed on that. The Doctor nodded.
"And it was Jones, wasn't it?" Martha nodded. "Right then, Martha Jones, question is: how are we still breathing?" He glanced over at Buffy. "You too, Buffy, pitch in with your thoughts as well." Martha's friend wasn't helping the situation.
"We can't be." She whimpered and the Doctor gave her a disapproving look.
"But obviously, we are, so don't waste my time – Martha, what have we got, is there a balcony on this floor, or a verandah, or…?" Buffy piped up.
"I passed by a patient's lounge, every time I came back here to see you." She pointed out. The Doctor grinned at the Slayer with approval, before turning to Martha.
"Fancy going out, girls?" He asked, slightly flirty. Buffy smirked, and Martha seemed to melt.
"Okay." Martha agreed immediately.
"We might die." The Doctor pointed out, and Buffy snorted.
"We've all got to die eventually." Buffy pointed out, earning a slightly shocked expression from Martha at her frank answer. "Why shouldn't right now be any different?" Buffy immediately set off for the lounge, with Martha watching her uncertainly. Buffy's reply to his statement was everything the Doctor expected to hear from the young Slayer, who faced death every day. However, it didn't necessarily meant that he had to like hearing such morbid words coming from one so young.
"Good! Let's go." He took another look at Martha's friend and frowned. "Not her, she'd hold us up." And he took off after Buffy. Martha glanced briefly at her weepy friend before making a split decision and following them.
Martha fell into step beside the Doctor, who was scanning the crowds, looking for a glimpse of his wayward blonde friend. All around them, people were in varying degrees of panic. A woman was sitting on the floor sobbing, and several other patients ran past them screaming. The Doctor rolled his eyes, before finally locating Buffy standing in front of a couple of French doors, hesitating.
"Ah, there you are, Buffy." The Doctor came over and clapped a hand on Buffy's shoulder, drawing her attention towards him. "But please, don't run off next time. I'd hate for anything to happen to you." Buffy absently nodded, as all three of them approached the doors cautiously. The Doctor tests the handle, before he looks at Buffy and Martha. All three of them take in deep breath and the Doctor opens the door. There was nothing. No instantaneous rush of air out of the building. All three exhale, sighing with relief as they stepped out and approached the balcony.
Martha stared about with wonder.
"We've got air. How does that work?" She questioned, as Buffy went into automatic stealth-mode. It was routine for the Slayer to investigate when she came across unfamiliar territory, and it was one of the reasons why the Doctor chose her as a potential companion on board the TARDIS.
"Just be glad it does." The Doctor replied dryly, as Buffy came up beside him carrying a loose piece of mortar in her hands. She wordlessly held it up at the Doctor, who blinked down at it, questioning until Buffy mined throwing it, then his eyes lit up and he nodded at her with approval. Then Buffy noticed Martha looking somewhat concerned, and approached her.
"Hey, are you okay?" Martha turned and gave Buffy a watery smile as she nodded.
"I've got a party tonight. My brother's 21st." She explained, then her eyes widened in horror. "Oh, my mum's gonna be…" Martha cut herself, tears threatening in her eyes. Buffy hummed with sympathy.
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better. I'm worried about my mom, as well." Buffy admitted, which instantly made the Doctor feel guilty. Buffy turned and scowled at him, playfully. "Hey you, none of that. This was my choice, just as much as it was yours." She reminded him. The Doctor smiled, brightening up when Buffy came over and hugged his arm to reassure him that her presence here – despite the fact that it was currently on the Moon – was not a mistake. Martha frowned. Their banter was anything but what was expected of an uncle and niece. Not to mention their separate accents as well. She glanced at them suspiciously.
"That reminds me. If you two are Uncle and Niece, how come you sound American and he sounds British?" Buffy gulped and exchanged glances with the Doctor, who looked appalled at the very assumption that he sounded like a Brit. Buffy scowled at the Doctor for leaving the explaining to her.
"It's kinda complicated?" She began. Then the Doctor cut in and took over the conversation, ignoring Martha's question. The trainee doctor couldn't help but feel slightly hurt and the obvious dismissal.
"D'you want to go back in?" He asked both girls. Neither wanted to.
"How many people want to go to the Moon?" Martha asked seriously. "And yet here we are." The Doctor grinned.
"Standing in the earthlight." He mumbled earnestly. Buffy sighed.
"This is beautiful!" She breathed. Martha laughed incredulously.
"Oh, I agree. We can all die any minute, but it is definitely worth it." Martha stated. There was silence for several minutes before Martha suddenly asked the question on all their minds. "What d'you think happened?" The Doctor clicked his tongue with interest and bounced the question back at them, like a typical science teacher.
"What do you think?" Martha looked like she had obviously given it plenty of thought already, and Buffy practically lived and breathed the abnormal on a daily basis. But it was all fairly obvious who or what the culprit was.
"Extra-terrestrial." Martha eventually said, without any hesitation. The Doctor beamed causing Buffy to roll her eyes at him fondly. "It's gotta be. I dunno, a few years ago, that would've sounded mad…" You have no idea… Buffy thought as she and the Doctor exchanged knowing glances. Certainly nobody is going to believe me … if I choose to say anything of course… "But these days … that spaceship flying into Big Ben. Christmas. And those Cybermen things, that battle in the sky…" Buffy gave the Doctor a 'what the fuck' expression and the Doctor looked sheepish. That is until Martha mentioned 'Cybermen' and a battle in the sky; and the Doctor's face instantly clouded. Buffy was immediately concerned. She opened her mouth to comment, but the Doctor stopped her; shaking his head. The Slayer nodded, understanding that now wasn't the time. "I had a cousin, Adeola." The Doctor winced. "She worked at Canary Wharf. Never came home."
Martha sounded sad.
"I'm sorry." Buffy mumbled, sadly. Martha nodded gratefully.
"Yeah." The Doctor cleared his throat, obviously struggling himself with his own personal demons about that particular event.
"I was there, in the battle, it was…" He couldn't continue. Buffy felt helpless and out of her element. Like she was intruding on a private relationship with no chance of knowing or finding out what the topic was about. And she knew better than to ask. Martha put on a brave smile.
"I promise you, Mr. Smith, we'll find a way out." Martha turned to the Doctor and smiled reassuringly. "If we can travel to the Moon, then we can travel back, there's got to be a way." The Doctor put on his resolve face, and turned to Buffy who nodded. It was time to come clean.
"It's not Smith. That's not my real name." The Doctor confessed as he straightened up from his lean against the balcony. "And Buffy's not my niece." Martha gave Buffy a glance before raising an eyebrow.
"I kinda guessed. Who are you, then?" She asked.
"I'm the Doctor." He replied, turning to Buffy for her piece of mortar. She wordlessly handed it over to him. Martha grinned.
"Me too, if I ever pass my exams. What is it then, Dr. Smith?" The Doctor shook his head.
"Just the Doctor." He confirmed. Buffy giggled, earning a confused look from Martha.
"How d'you mean, just the Doctor?" Buffy waded in.
"It's just what he calls himself. I didn't understand it either when he first told me." Buffy told her.
"People just call you 'the Doctor'?" The Doctor looked slightly impatient with the same question being asked, so Buffy fielded the question.
"Yeah, pretty much. I'd just go along with it, if I was you." She suggested. Martha snorted, looking and sounding unimpressed.
"Well, I'm not. Far as I'm concerned you've got to earn that title." Martha certainly was stubborn and Buffy couldn't help but bite back.
"Why ask the question, if you're not going to accept the answer?" Buffy retorted and walked away, but she was intercepted by the Doctor who had a stern look on his face. Buffy looked away, but didn't continue walking. He strode over to Martha.
"Well, I'd better make a start in earning that title then." He commented and tossed the piece of mortar around in his hands, about to put Buffy's suggestion to the test. "Let's have a look, there must be some sort of…" He hurled the piece of mortar off the balcony and the three of them watched as it bounced off what appeared to be an air bubble of some kind, creating blue ripples that wobbled and faded. The Doctor yelled in triumph. "Forcefield. Keeping the air in." He announced, then turned and beamed at Buffy. "Nice catch, Buffy." He praised her, and Buffy preened. Despite not being very 'sciencey', Buffy was surprised that her brainstorm had paid off.
But then Martha pointed out something very important.
"But if that's … say, it's like a bubble, sealing us in. That means, this is all the air we've got." Buffy paled. "What happen when it runs out?" The Doctor looked worried.
"I vote we don't find out." Buffy stated gravely, from where she was sitting observing both of them. The Doctor nodded.
"Agreed. How many people in this hospital?" He asked Martha, urgently.
"I dunno, thousand?" Martha guessed.
"One thousand people, suffocating." The Doctor mumbled. Martha looked worried, and Buffy calculating. Her 'spidey senses' were going haywire; and she was itching to hit something.
"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asked. Suddenly, there was a loud thrrrrummmm piercing the airless atmosphere, causing all of them to look around. The Doctor glanced up and his brown eyes narrowed.
"Ask 'em yourself. Heads up!" He pointed and both Martha and Buffy glanced up to see three spaceships flying overhead, all appearing from behind and above the Hospital roof.
To the three of them, the spaceships looked like tubes; but massive upright tubes that stayed upright always. They were approximately the size of office buildings, each studded with levels and lights, and all functional and very militarized. Buffy rushed up to the balcony to watch the ships, while Martha instinctively grabs onto the Doctor and they watch the ships descend half a mile away. At the base of the closest spaceship, a white panel slides open and a ramp slides down. The Doctor stiffened, recognising the figures that were marching out in a line. It was all very military, and they were all marching towards the Hospital.
"See? This is why I hate hospitals, Doctor." Buffy grumbled. The Doctor barely paid her any notice. Martha was stunned at what she was seeing.
"Aliens. That's … aliens. Real, proper aliens." Buffy didn't bother pointing out that Martha had been standing next to an actual 'alien' for about half-an-hour already. The Doctor's posture was rigid, as he calculated his next move.
"Judoon." He announced.
He cuts and runs off, with a bewildered Martha and steely-eyed Buffy rushing after him. They make their way to the Mezzanine level of the Hospital and creeped out to look down, unseen. From their hiding spot, they see platoons of Judoon moving through groups of people; scanning them with a blue light and rumbling 'human' and drawing Xs on the back of their hands.
"What are they doing?" Buffy questioned. But the Doctor, easily distracted, was focused on something else.
"Oh, look! Down there, you've got a little shop. I like a little shop." He grinned excitedly, and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Doctor, focus." She said, firmly. The Doctor obeyed.
"Right, sorry."
"What are Judoon?" Martha asked, curiously. The Doctor glanced at them both.
"They're like police. Well, police-for-hire." He paused, thinking again. "More like interplanetary thugs, actually." He explained. Buffy made a face.
"Those rhino things are cops?"
"And they brought us to the Moon?" Martha added. The Doctor nodded.
"Neutral territory. According to Galactic Law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth. So they isolated us. That rain, and the lightning, that was them, using an H20 scoop." Buffy looked pained, and Martha looked mystified.
"What are you on about, Galactic Law?" The Doctor shifted positions to get a better viewpoint. "Where d'you get that from?" Both Buffy and Martha realised at the same time that the Doctor had moved out of earshot and both scrambled to him. Buffy grimaced as she continued watching the commotion downstairs.
"God, we must be in serious trouble if they went to so much trouble to bring us here." Buffy mused.
"Are we under arrest? For trespassing on the Moon or something?" Martha questioned. The Doctor shook his head, but grinned at Martha's theories. Buffy rolled her eyes. Shall I get you two a room?
"Wish it was that simple." The Doctor replied, glumly. "If they're making a catalogue, that means they're looking for something non-Human." Buffy's eyes widened and looked at the Doctor with worry and took his hand, squeezing it. He squeezed back. "Which is very bad news for me." He exchanged looks with Buffy, who started chewing on her bottom lip, fearing for the Doctor. Martha still didn't get it.
"Why?" Both the Doctor and Buffy just look at Martha, until she gets it. "No… you're kidding me." When neither denied it, Martha continued her excited babbling. "Don't be ridiculous." The Doctor continued studying her, trying to determine if she was likely to reject him because of his alien origins. Martha's incredulous smile disappeared. "Stop looking at me like that!" She insisted, feeling slightly nervous.
"Come on then." The Doctor gave Buffy's hand one last squeeze before releasing and heading back for the stairs. Both girls groaned with frustration before following him.
A/N: Stopping here, otherwise this chapter is going to get way too long. I don't want my readers to get bored halfway through the update. The second part of this chapter will be updated separately.
As always, please review with your thoughts. Constructive and respectful, please. See you in the next update. TTFN xx