Wow, thanks for all the awesome reviews, guys!!. The Doctor won't discover the truth about Emma for a while. She'll be an enigma to him for quite some time. I have something pretty big planned for later on in the story which I'm pretty excited about.

As always, I don't own Doctor Who only my own character Emma.

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As strange and crazy as it may sound, I feel like I'm living, truly living, for the first time in my life. There was always a part of me that never felt like I really belonged back home even though I had a normal, loving childhood and two wonderful, amazing parents.

I never really had any friends growing up, the other kids at primary and secondary school always seeming to avoid me. I wasn't exactly bullied as such, but it was impossible to miss the hurtful things other pupils would say about me even when it was said quietly. And over the years, I'd come to believe all those things they said about me were true.

Guess I'd always felt like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle, like there was a piece of me missing and I would never be able to find it. Think Lucy was the first real friend I had and the first person to look at me like I wasn't some sort of freak or weirdo. To her, I wasn't 'Oddball Emma' or 'Crazy Emma.'

She had become more then a friend to me. She'd become almost a sister or an aunt, us having developed a bond almost instantly. To think that I might never see her again is making me feel like I'd lost my parents all over again. Don't think anybody could become as precious to me as she had become making me wish she was here with me in this still completely crazy reality I'd ended up thrown into.

"Crap," I cried, almost ending up on my bottom, us running into a group of Judoon on the next floor, coming up the staircase, feeling my hand get grabbed by the Doctor, him pulling me the opposite way, my free hand grabbing ahold of Martha's.

"Okay, what the hell is that thing?."

"I'll explain later."

The door to the room we'd ended up in gets slammed shut, the Doctor locking it with his sonic screwdriver, locking out the man in the black leathers and helmet, the same man me and Martha had seen in Stoker's office when he was getting drained of his blood.

"When I say "now", press the button."

"But I don't know which one," Martha cried.

"Then find out," he shouted, using his screwdriver on what looks like an x-ray machine, turning it on then pointing it at the door.

"It's okay, Martha. Think I know which one," I said running to her, the door ending up breaking, the helmet-clad man in the doorway about to come in.

"NOW!."

I slam my hand on the green button automatically dropping down, pulling Martha with me, the room being flooded with white light, radiation from the x-ray machine. Then we hear a heavy thud, the man dropping to the floor, clearly dead, us getting slowly back up.

"What did you do?," Martha asked, looking at the Doctor.

"Increased the radiation by 5,000%. Killed him dead."

"But isn't that gonna kill you?."

"Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in nursery. It's safe for you to come out. I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it. See, if I concentrate, shift the radiation out of my body and into one spot. Say, my left shoe. Here we go. Here we go. Easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out, out, out...OW, OW, OW, OW!. Itches, itches, itches!. Hold on. Done!."

"You really are completely and utterly bonkers," I laughed having watched him throw his shoe into the bin after expelling the radiation from himself.

"You're right, I look daft with one shoe. Barefoot on the moon," he said, throwing his other shoe into the bin leaving him barefoot.

"So what is that thing?," Martha asked, looking at the body on the floor.

"And where exactly is it from, Planet Zovirax?," I asked.

"It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones, you see. Solid leather all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish."

"But it was that woman, Miss...?"

"Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant," Martha said.

"My sonic screwdriver."

"She was one of the patients, but..."

"Burnt out my sonic screwdriver."

"She had this straw, like some sort of vampire."

"I love my sonic screwdriver."

"Doctor, forget your screwdriver for one second, please," I yelled, staring at him.

"Sorry. You called me Doctor."

"Ummm, yeah."

"Anyway!. Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr Stoker's blood," Martha said.

"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 Mr Stoker's blood, mimic the biology, she'll register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!," he said reaching out and grabbing my hand, pulling me out of the room, Martha following us.

And yet again, I'm wondering why it was my hand he was always grabbing instead of Martha's making me frown a little. But I push it out of my mind, there being more important things to think and worry about right now.

"That's the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs."

"What about you?," Martha asked quietly, crouched down just outside the door, the other Slab just a few metres away from us.

"What about me what?."

"Haven't you got backup?. You must have a partner or something."

"Humans!. We're stuck on the moon, running out of air, with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, and you're asking personal questions. Come on."

"Rude," I snorted getting up slowly.

"I'm still not convinced you're an alien," Martha muttered.

Suddenly, our pathway gets blocked by a Judoon, its hand shining the detector in the Doctor's face, it glowing red.

"Non-human."

"Oh my God, you really are!."

"And again," the Doctor said, taking up my hand, yanking me down the corridor, the Judoon opening fire on us, just missing us by an inch.

"That's it, I need to do more exercising," I panted, staggering through the door to the ward a floor down, the Doctor locking it with his screwdriver, starting to feel a little light-headed, my hand moving to my head.

"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."

"How much oxygen is there?," Martha asked, crouching down next to one of the nurses who's seeing to one of the patients.

"Not enough for all these people. We're gonna run out," she explained, giving some oxygen to the patient.

"How you feeling?. Martha?," the Doctor asked, looking at us.

"Running on adrenalin."

"Never better," I said, smiling weakly.

"Welcome to my world."

"What about the Judoon?."

"Great big lung reserves. It won't slow them down. Where's Mr Stoker's office?."

"It's this way," Martha explained, getting up off the floor then moving ahead of us, leading us through to the man's office which is now empty besides Stoker's body.

"She's gone. She was here, I swear," I sighed, rubbing my temple, tiredness starting to settle in pretty fast.

"Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right, she's a Plasmavore."

"What's she doing on Earth?," Martha asked, looking down at him, watching him check the body.

"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."

"Wait a minute. I'm...I'm sorry," I whispered, kneeling down, closing Mr Stoker's eyes then getting back up, following the Doctor out of the office.

"Think, think, think. If I was a wanted Plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?. Oh!. She's as clever as me. Almost."

"Find the non-human. Execute."

"Crap, they're coming," I cried, my eyes moving to the swarm of Judoon marching up towards us.

And my eyes move back to the Doctor feeling him grab onto my shoulders gently, trying desperately not to let him see how terrified I am.

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

"Hold them up?. H...how?."

"Just forgive me for this. It could save a thousand lives and it means nothing. Honestly, nothing."

I frown staring up at him, going to say something getting stopped by his mouth on mine, his hands cupping my cheeks. And I'm too shocked to even want to respond, the kiss ending a few seconds later, him running off, leaving me and Martha alone.

"That was nothing?. Didn't look like it," Martha said, snapping me out of the daze I'd ended up in.

"What the hell?," I muttered, my fingers moving to my lips, feeling almost like I can still feel his kiss.

Why was it me he kissed and not Martha?. This new reality was officially ten times more complicated!.