Smith and Jones: Judoon Platoon

Mr. Stoker looked out the window of his office with binoculars, intently watching the approaching alien horde when an elderly voice called out behind him, "Mr. Stoker? I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to ask, but can you help me?"

He turned around to see Mrs. Finnegan standing in his doorway, "I think we've gone beyond aspirin, Miss...ah...Mrs..."

"Finnegan."

"What are names now when something unnamable is marching towards us across the moon? Two more years, I thought, two more years and then retire to Florida, but there is Florida, in the sky, I can see it. My daughter, she's still in university, I am never going to see her again."

"But I need your help, Mr. Stoker."

"I can't do anything."

"Oh, I think you can," she smirked as two men in black leather entered behind her.

"What do you two want?" Stoker glared at them, "It's a bit too late to sign for anything."

"These are my lovely boys. I prefer not to get my hands dirty."

"I'm sorry?"

"You see, there are great tests to come. And terrible deeds, some of them my own. But if I am to survive this, I need you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Blood. Specifically, yours," she snapped her fingers and the two men advanced on him.

"What are you doing?" he demanded as they grabbed him, "What are you doing? Well, let go of me, what the hell, let go!"

"You see, I was only salt deficient because I am so very good at absorbing it. Now I need fire in my veins, and who better than a consultant, with blood full of salty fats and vintage wines and all those Michelin star sauces."

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm a survivor, Mr. Stoker," she said, turning to rummage through her purse, "At any cost. Look!" she turned to him, holding up a straw, "I've even brought a straw!"

Mr. Stoker screamed as she approached him menacingly.

~8~

Angel shivered a bit as she, the Doctor, and Martha watched, crouched down on the second floor, as the Judoon entered the hospital. People watched, some screamed, while others ran, and still some cowered and tried to hide. A single Judoon removed his helmet and looked around. Martha's eyes widened at the sight, it was like a...walking rhino.

"Bo sco fo do no kro blo co sho ro!" the Judoon called, looking around at the humans as though expecting a reply.

Angel frowned, watching them, watching the humans reactions to them as well. The Judoon were largely an unfeeling race, she knew, more dedicated to the laws and driven by a single-minded obsession with seeing them followed. They wouldn't care if they had to 'execute' their own mother if she broke galactic law. And they often caused quite a bit of fear as well, she could see it in the humans even now. They had just been pulled off the Earth, in a place that was supposed to make them feel safe, and were being invaded by very alien creatures, with guns, and rather tough appearances. She often wondered if it was just a fault of the species, a natural defect, that they seemed to act in ways that inspired such fear, or if it was something they saw and used to their advantage, doing it on purpose.

"We are citizens of planet Earth," Morgenstern stepped forward hesitantly, Angel smiled, he was rather a bit like Martha, level-headed, trying to keep the patients safe and reassured despite his own fears, "We welcome you in peace," the Judoon shoved him back, against a wall, and flashed a blue light right in his face, "Please don't hurt me, I was just trying to help, I'm sorry, don't hurt me, please don't hurt me."

Martha gasped, afraid for her peer, when Angel reached over and took her hand, she and the Doctor being on either side of the human. She squeezed it, reassuring her that Morgenstern would be alright. While the Judoon were frightening beings, they rarely ever attacked without being provoked first.

The Judoon held up the device, playing his words back at him, before plugging it into a socket on his neck, "Language assimilated," it stated, in English this time, "Designation: Earth English. You will be catalogued," he flashed another blue light in Morgenstern's face before marking a cross on the back of the boy's hand and stepping away to turn to his platoon, "Category: human. Catalogue all suspects."

The rest of the Judoon marched over to the people, some literally pulling the humans up from their cowering positions, flashing them with the blue light to check their species before marking their right hands with a cross, listing them all as humans and not the thing they were looking for.

"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop," the Doctor smiled, pointing from behind the potted plants they'd hid near, "I like a little shop."

"Never mind that!" Martha whispered, though Angel was amused at his distraction, "What are Judoon?"

"Galactic police," Angel replied, recalling some less than pleasant times the Judoon had come to Gallifrey to 'inspect' the TARDISes to make sure they weren't creating massive weapons.

She frowned a bit, thinking on that, TARDISes were such...amazing beings. So unique, so special, so...incredible...and then the War happened. Every resource Gallifrey could spare went to the War effort. Every resource, including the TARDISes. She'd been sick to her stomach when her father had told her and her sister that they had been ordered by the High Council to adapt the TARDISes for the War, make them INTO weapons. It was terrible. TARDISes were meant to see the wonders of the Universe, to be transport, a home away from home, a source of protection for the pilots.

NOT weapons, never weapons.

She'd refused.

Her father had struck her for it.

He didn't often hit her, he wasn't that sort of man, but she'd pushed him then and he was already feeling pressure from the Council and concerned about the upcoming War. She'd stood up to him, argued against it, absolutely refused, in reality that was treason to defy the Council like that. He'd been justified in his anger. He'd apologized as soon as he'd done it, hating himself for having done it in the first place. But still, even when facing her father's anger and the threat of being arrested for treason, she REFUSED to do that to the TARDISes. She would fix them, repair them, but she would not convert them into War TARDISes or Battle TARDISes. She could barely stand to fix the ones that had been converted, to see something so lovely and good be warped and twisted to something so dark...it killed her.

She was fairly certain it killed the TARDISes to live that way too. No one had bothered to ask the TARDISes if they wanted to become that. Not that anyone really could. TARDISes couldn't talk, there had been efforts to allow them to, but everything failed. She knew, even when she spoke to the TARDIS herself, that the box couldn't answer her, but...there were times...she almost felt like she understood what the box felt. She could almost distinguish between the different hums the box gave, happy, sad, annoyed, angry at the Doctor, things like that. It was like...the boxes COULD speak, but none of their people knew how to LISTEN. If they had, they would never have touched the TARDISes for the War.

"Well, police for hire," the Doctor corrected as Angel pulled her gaze away from them and over to him, "More like interplanetary thugs."

"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha guessed.

"Neutral territory. According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth and they isolated us. That rain? Lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."

"What's that about 'galactic law?' Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we...trespassing on the moon or something?"

"No. But I like that. Good thinking. No, it's more simple. They're making a catalogue, it means they're after something non-human…"

"Which means this could get very bad for us," Angel commented, worried not just for what the Judoon would do to them if they were looking for an alien, but...what the humans would do if they were 'catalogued' when another human was around and they were discovered as being aliens.

She didn't want to go down that path again. She'd been poked and prodded enough to last her the entirety of her lives. She couldn't be dissected again.

The Doctor took her hand, seeing where her thoughts had gone. She'd told him, about what her time before he'd found her, on Earth, was like. Well, it had been an accident really. Just after they'd managed to establish the mental connection, but before they'd managed to build walls, a thought had snuck through. When they'd seen Sarah Jane, when she'd told them about the Hoix, her mind had wandered back to when they'd met her in the Krillitane school, the rats they'd found, how Sarah Jane had thought they were for dissections. And it had just...slipped past from her to him.

That she had experienced it.

He hadn't let on that he'd known, it was technically almost an invasion of privacy at that point. She hadn't meant for the thought to reach him, hadn't wanted it to, but hadn't been able to stop it. He'd waited till that whole mess was over, till they finished with the Hoix and the Elemental Shade and the Absorbaloff, and then sat her down in the TARDIS and brought it up. It had taken everything in him not to set a course to hunt down those so-called doctors and dissect them in return, see how THEY liked it. He'd been tempted, he'd actually managed to get the coordinates in, swearing the box was humming in agreement with his decision...until Angel stopped him.

She'd explained that she hadn't wanted to think about that again. She didn't want to remember it, even though the memory was there. And that going back there to face the doctors who did it to her...it would just bring it all to the surface again. It would hurt her more to relive that, to see them again, than it would to just leave it in the past where it belonged. Vengence was NEVER the answer. And, she'd added, it wasn't their fault that humans were naturally curious. She'd quietly pleaded with him to leave it alone, to let it go, to not be consumed by a quest to avenge her when she was just fine and still there and whole. She'd rather just leave it behind her and move on to a brighter future, with him, and that couldn't happen if the past tagged along with her.

He'd agreed only because she'd asked him, because HE didn't want to hurt her, ever, and if him going after those sorry excuses for human doctors would cause her pain...how could he? Simply put...he couldn't.

They'd been lucky, so lucky, that Angel had been there to stop him. Lucky she was so forgiving of the flaws she saw in humans. And lucky that she was a far bigger person than he was. It had to be her time around the TARDISes, she was just like them, bigger on the inside. And he loved her for that.

She truly was his balance, his own rock, she grounded him, kept him stable, kept him calm. Where he was dark, she was light, where he was mad and frantic, she was thoughtful and calm, where he was full of war, she was full of peace. The woman of peace, that was Angel. Lord knew she brought him more peace than he'd felt in such a long time.

Martha eyed her for her comment, "Why?" they just looked at her pointedly, "Oh, you're kidding me," she laughed, realizing they were implying that THEY were aliens too, "Don't be ridiculous," Angel just smiled as the Doctor continued to give her the pointed look, "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Come on, then," the Doctor got up, helping Angel up as well, and they turned to leave.

"Troop five, Floor 1," a Judoon gave orders behind them, "Troop six, Floor 2. Identify humans and find the transgressor. Find it. Prepare to be catalogued."

"Do what they say," Morgenstern called as the Judoon moved into a hallway, "All they want is to shine this light thing, it's alright, they don't mean to hurt us. Just listen to them."

A man grabbed a jug and broke it over one of the Judoon's head, which really had no affect on it at all, "Witness the crime," the head Judoon turned on him, "Charge: physical assault. Plea: guilty. Sentence: execution," he shot the man, vaporizing him.

"You didn't have to do that!" Morgenstern cried.

"Justice is swift," the Judoon said, marching on, as Morgenstern flinched.

~8~

The Doctor and Angel sat in an office, the Doctor examining a computer with the sonic, when Martha stepped in from keeping watch, "They've reached the third floor. What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver," Angel replied as the Doctor worked.

"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly…"

"No, really, it is," the Doctor looked back at her, holding it up, "It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look."

"What else have you got?" Martha started to smile at the noise the device was making, "A laser spanner?"

"He did," Angel smirked, "But Emily Pankhurst stole it."

"Cheeky woman," he remarked, hitting the computer, "Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon…" he sighed, running hand through his hair, making it stick up.

Angel laughed at it before stepping over and smoothing it down, really, just waiting for an excuse to run her hands through it. Just as the Doctor seemed to take any excuse to kiss her, she jumped at any chance to touch his hair.

"'Cos we were just travelling past, I swear," he explained rather quickly to Martha anout how they'd ended up there, "Just wandering, I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn't, but…then Angel got this feeling and then I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that's plasma coils, been building up for two days now, so I thought we could check it out, checked in. I thought something was going on inside, Angel said it was something going on above. Turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above," he smiled up at Angel, "Should've known though eh?" he reached out and took her hand, kissing the back of it, "Never argue with a psychic."

"But what were they looking for?" Martha frowned, trying to keep up, he was speaking so fast all she really gathered was something about travelling, plasma coils, and psychics.

"Something that looks human, but isn't human?" Angel replied, frowning as she looked at the Doctor. She'd been trying to do that more, work things out for herself. It made sense, why the Judoon would have to scan all the humans, it had to look human. And, since they weren't AFTER an actual human, then it had to be an alien that looked it, "Right?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Like you two," Martha remarked, "Apparently."

"Like us," the Doctor nodded, "But not us."

"Haven't they got a photo?"

"Might be a shape-changer."

"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?"

"If they declare the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution."

"All of us?" Martha gasped.

"Oh yes. If we can find this thing first..." he frowned as the computer bleeped, "Oh!" he smacked it, "Just that they're thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the records," he ran a hand through his hair again, making it stick up even worse than before, "Oh, that's clever."

"What are we looking for?"

"I don't know," Angel mumbled as the Doctor started to pull the back of the computer towards him and flash it with the sonic.

"Any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms," the Doctor said.

"There could be a backup system?" Angel reached out and slowly started smoothing his hair again, seeing him about to rip a wire out of the back of the computer. She smiled, seeing him calming. Her mother used to do that to her when she was upset, run her fingers through her hair, it seemed to be just as soothing to the Doctor.

The Doctor, though, blushed faintly, while his irritation was calming, her work with his hair was doing anything but. He could feel his hearts starting to speed up, his head tingling, a shiver running down his back. There was something oddly intimate about having someone play with your hair, especially your Mate. He did his best to keep his focus on the computer and bite back the soft groan that was threatening to escape...

Not even noticing Angel's smile turn into a small smirk, as though she knew exactly what sort of affect her minstrations were having on him.

"Just keep working," Martha told them, heading for the door, "I'll go ask Mr. Stoker, he might know."

"Martha," Angel called, getting the girl to pause, "Be careful, please."

Martha nodded and headed out.

~8~

Martha ran down the hall and straight to Mr. Stoker's office, entering with a single knock, "Mr. Stoker!" she called, when she spotted feet sticking out from around the desk. She stepped further in to see the two leather clad men holding him down as Mrs. Finnegan looked up at her, bloody straw in her hand.

"Kill her!" the old woman shouted as Martha turned and ran.

~8~

Martha dashed around a corner and back to the room just as the Doctor stepped out of it, "I've restored the backup..."

"I found her," Martha cut in.

"You what?" Angel's eyes widened, quickly moving to Martha's side, looking her over, "Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," Martha gave a little smile, touched by Angel's obvious concern for her. A tiny portion of her was a little pleased with it. She knew it was terrible to think that, given that the entire hospital was at risk of suffocating to death...but...she was so worried about everyone else, having even one person worried about HER...it was nice, "She was..."

"No time for that!" the Doctor shouted, catching sight of the two leather men, "Run!" he grabbed Angel's hand and took off down the hall with Martha. They ran into a stairwell and down it, the two men following when they saw Judoon coming up from the lower floor. They backed up, Angel pulling the Doctor out a doorway onto the fourth floor. They looked around a moment.

"This way!" Angel shouted, leading them down the corridor the one of the two men raced after them, hot on their tails, having split up with the other. She flew around a corner and straight into the radiology room.

The Doctor turned and closed the door in the face of the man, locking it. He turned and looked back, spotting a dental x-ray machine, "You are brilliant!" he cheered, kissing Angel quickly, and then adding two more kisses, she'd led them right to a way to stop the man, "When I say 'now,' press the button," he shouted to Martha, rushing over to the machine.

"I don't know which one," Martha told him.

"I'll help you find it," Angel said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the back room as the Doctor soniced the machine. Martha pulled out the operator's manual as she and Angel flipped through it, trying to find the right instructions, Angel not willing to leave it up to her feelings this time, especially since one hadn't quite hit her yet about it.

There was a crash as the man broke through the door.

"Now!" the Doctor shouted, aiming the machine at the man.

Angel gasped, and there it was, "That one!" she pointed at a button by Martha who slapped her hand down on it. The machine fired up, zapping the man with radiation, making the Doctor's skeleton visible for a moment before the man fell down dead.

"What did you do?" Martha gasped from behind the screen.

"Increased the radiation by 5,000 percent," the Doctor replied, "Killed him dead."

"Isn't that likely to kill you?!"

"He'll be just fine," Angel smiled at her, "That sort of radiation is nothing really," Martha didn't seem like she believed her, "The nurseries were full of roentgen bricks."

Martha just shook her head, not entirely sure what that meant.

"It's safe for you to come out," he called to Martha as Angel stepped out, "I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it," he started bouncing about, hopping, "If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my...left shoe. Here we go, here we go, easy does it..." he began hopping back on his right foot, shaking his other one, "Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out, ah, ah, ah, ah. It is...it is...it is...it is...it is hot! Ah, hold on," he pulled his shoe off and chucked it into a nearby rubbish bin, "Done."

"You're completely mad," Martha stated.

"You do look a bit daft with just the one shoe on," Angel had to agree.

The Doctor nodded and pulled off his second shoe, tossing it in the bin as well, "Barefoot on the moon!" he grinned at them.

Martha just shook her head at him and knelt down beside the leather man, "So what is that thing? And where's it from? The planet Zovirax?"

"The planet what?" Angel frowned, never having heard of it before.

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

"It came with that woman, Mrs. Finnegan. It was working for her. Just like a servant."

"You're um…going to need a new one," Angel muttered to the Doctor quietly, spotting something behind him.

"New what?" he looked at her. She just nodded behind him and he looked over to see the remnants of his sonic sticking out of the x-ray machine, fried, "My sonic screwdriver!"

"She was one of the patients, but…" Martha continued.

"My sonic screwdriver!" he repeated, cradling it in his hands.

"She had a straw, like some kind of vampire…"

"I loved my sonic screwdriver!" he lamented, holding it up for Angel to see.

"Doctor!" Martha snapped.

"Sorry," the Doctor tossed the screwdriver away and beamed at her, "You called me 'Doctor.'"

"Anyway!" Martha rolled her eyes, "Mrs. Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood."

"Funny time to take a snack," the Doctor commented, "You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless, no. Yes, that's it, wait a minute. Yes!" he spun around to face Angel, "Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it."

~8~

Mrs. Finnegan stepped out into the corridor, wiping her lips, as the Judoon approached, "Prepare to be catalogued," the chief instructed as the platoon cataloged the people, "Human."

He strode up to her, shining the light on her face.

~8~

"If she can assimilate Mr. Stoker's blood," the Doctor explained to Martha, "Mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!" he ran out, only to have Angel drag him back and across the hall to a small alcove with a water cooler.

~8~

"Human," the Judoon stated, crossing her hand as she smiled.

~8~

A Slab walked past as they ducked down behind the water cooler, watching it, "That's the thing about Slabs," the Doctor muttered, "They always travel in pairs."

"What about you?" Martha eyed them.

"What about us what?"

"Haven't you two got backup? You must have partners or something?"

"We've got each other," Angel shrugged.

The Doctor just shook his head at Martha, "Uh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon, running out of air, with Judoon, and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions. Come on."

"I like that," Martha remarked, "'Humans.' I'm still not convinced you're aliens."

They stepped into the corridor, right into a Judoon flashing the light in front of the Doctor's face, "Non-human."

"Oh my God, you really are!"

"And again!" the Doctor turned and ran down the hall with Angel, the Judoon firing at them, "Why didn't you warn me!?" the Doctor glanced at Angel as they flew around a corner.

"I can't see everything!" she retorted, "I've barely gotten a handle on my sensations."

They raced up the stairs, locking a door behind them, and stepped out into a corridor where people were lying on the ground, gasping for breath, "They've done this floor," the Doctor glanced around, "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."

Martha crouched beside Swales, spotting her tending a child, "How much oxygen is there?"

"Not enough for all these people," Swales sighed, "We're going to run out."

"How are you feeling Martha?" Angel asked, looking at Martha in concern, she knew that things like this could be a bit much for humans to take in, especially if they happened too quickly, "Are you alright?"

"I'm running on adrenaline," she smiled.

"Welcome to my world," the Doctor smiled as well.

"What about the Judoon?"

"Ah, great big lung reserves, it won't slow them down. Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"

"It's this way," Martha led them off, down the hall and into Stoker's empty office, "She's gone! She was here."

The Doctor crouched down beside the very pale Stoker, "Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a Plasmavore."

"What was she doing on Earth?"

"Hiding," Angel replied quietly, "She's running from something."

"Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro," the Doctor nodded, "What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on," he got up and headed for the door.

"Wait a minute," Martha called, going to Mr. Stoker and closing his eyes as Angel and the Doctor looked on before turning and following them out.

"Well done Martha," Angel smiled at the woman's sympathy, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

"Think, think, think," the Doctor muttered as they walked down the hall, "If I was a Plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" he looked up, seeing a sign for the MRI before him, "Ah. She's as clever as me."

"Almost," Angel smiled, nudging him, making him beam.

"Find the non-human!" the Judoon called. They looked over to see the Judoon entering at the end of the hall, "Execute."

"Stay here," the Doctor told Martha, "We need time. You're going to have to hold them up."

"How do I do that?" Martha asked.

"Martha, forgive me for this," the Doctor glanced at Angel, a memory sparking his new idea, "It's to save a thousand lives," he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before taking Angel's hand and dashing off.

"What was that for?" Martha called, frowning, confused.

~8~

The Doctor ran down the hall with Angel, "That was a genetic transfer, right?" Angel asked.

"Yup!" he nodded, heading down a staircase.

"But wouldn't it have been better to kiss her on the lips then?"

He stopped short and turned back to her with a frown, "What?"

She looked at him, "When I took in the Vortex the first time," she began, not exactly comfortable with talking about the power of the Vortex at any point that she used it, too afraid that she might slip again and reveal something to him about what was happening with her before she was ready, "The powercell was bio-coded to me. YOU couldn't take it off...that was why you kissed me. It was meant to be a genetic transfer, absorbing enough of me to pull the power out of me and into you."

"Yes," he said slowly.

But...there was MUCH more to it than just a genetic transfer though. That whole mess...he'd been scared and alarmed and frantic and awed and touched and had felt so loved and so desperate to save her...it had been a culmination of feelings that had led him to kiss her. Yes, a portion of it was to act as a genetic transfer, another, larger, portion was that...in that moment, he'd never wanted to kiss someone more, to show how much she meant to him. Angel had quite literally risked her life in taking in the Vortex, to save him, to protect him, to protect the Universe and that was just...incredible. He'd realized how truly special and just...perfect...she was at that moment and he HAD to kiss her, he couldn't help it.

"If that's what you were trying to do with Martha, then wouldn't it have worked better to kiss her on the lips then?"

He blinked and shook his head, "No."

She frowned, "But I thought that's how genetic transfers..."

"Angel," he smiled, noting how she seemed to see it as JUST a genetic transfer if he had kissed Martha, before reaching out to stroke her cheek with one hand, squeezing her hand with his other, "The only one I will EVER kiss on the lips...is YOU. No matter what. Genetic transfer or no, it will only ever be you."

She blinked this time and blushed, smiling at that. He'd risk the genetic transfer not sticking, not being able to transfer enough material, because he just didn't want to kiss anyone but her, "Likewise," she told him, placing a gentle kiss on his scarred knuckles.

"Good," he winked at her, before turning to continue on, leading her down the rest of the stairs and through another hall, spotting the MRI room at the end of it.

They'd just reached the door to it when Angel stopped short behind him...

'...You're quite the funny man...'

'...Confirmed: Human...'

'...Seize the non-human female!...'

The Doctor spun around to her, "We've gotta go..."

"I can't," she shook her head, stepping back, "If I go, it'll ruin your plan…I'm…I think I'm supposed to wait for Martha."

It made sense, the woman's voice in her mind was only talking to a man, the Judoon would be finding out Martha was human soon, and...it seemed like the Judoon would also discover SHE wasn't. If that was it, if SHE was the bait that led them to the Plasmavore...she had to be where they could see her. But she couldn't tell the Doctor that, he'd NEVER let her leave his side if he thought she was going to be in danger, like the Judoon hunting her. She couldn't tell him, because...she wasn't entirely sure herself what was going on in her 'vision.'

He looked like he wanted to argue, not wanting to leave her in the hall with the Judoon approaching, but he had little choice. She knew things, felt them in her bones, if she thought he needed to do this alone, then he would. He leaned forward and forced himself to quickly kiss her only once before dashing inside, promising himself he'd get that second, longer, deeper kiss when they saved the hospital.

He paused, seeing an old woman working the controls of the machine as it sparked with electricity and made odd sounds, "Have you seen…" he began to stutter, playing the part of a frightened human, "There are these things, those great big space rhino things, I mean rhinos from space. And we're on the moon. Great big space-rhinos with guns on the moon. And I only came in for my bunions, look," he gestured at his feet, "They're alright now, perfectly good treatment, I said to my wife, Angie, 'I'd recommend this place to anyone,' but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?"

"Hold him!" the woman ordered as the other Slab stepped forward and grabbed hold of him.

~8~

The Judoon strode down the corridor towards Martha as she stood bravely, waiting for them, "Find the non-human. Execute."

"Now, listen," Martha stepped up to them, "I know who you're looking for. She's this woman. She calls herself Florence."

The Judoon just held out his blue light, examining her, "Human…" but then the light drifted to her forehead, making her cross-eyed as she tried to look at it, "With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed…" he shoved her against the wall, "Authorize full scan. What are you? What are you?!"

A/N: Oh Angel, I love how she was talking about the 'kiss' in terms of it just being a genetic transfer, like she wasn't really seeing the Doctor kissing Martha as him, well, kissing Martha, because it really would JUST be a transfer. And the Doctor, so sweet how he refused to do it because it WOULD mean kissing Martha. I sort of interpreted Martha's feelings for him starting because he kissed her. But...if he didn't really kiss her now...I wonder what that will mean for the shape of the story to come :)

And...tiny spoiler...one day Angel's 'forgiveness' will come back to bite her. Hmmm... -evil smirk-

OMG! Wow! You guys, you've been amazing with the reviews, I am loving all the questions :) But seriously though, we just might make it to our first Sneak Peek for Series 3 in the very next chapter! Awesome :)

Happy St. Patrick's Day! :)

Some notes on reviews...

Angel vs. Amy, the epic showdown, lol, Angel doesn't seem like the sort right now does she? But...you never know, she MAY regenerate before we get to Amy. I won't say for sure though, as appeared in one of my Sneak Peeks, unlike my other two OC stories, Angel will NOT be regenerating with 10 when he becomes 11 so we'll have to see when/if she does and what sort of woman she might be after that :)

They will definitely be intimate after he finds out about the Vortex, but I won't say when he does :) That is definitely a HUGE secret that would have to be shared before they get to that point. He WILL find out though :) As for Angel and Series 5/6 SO much planned for that. I can say this, Angel will be very affected by the troubles in time, especially the cracks in time.

11 and his bowtie, there is...actually going to be a twist when it comes to 11 and his beloved bowtie. But it may not be one you'll expect. I'll definitely be commenting on it when we get to the Eleventh Hour though :) Sort of hinted a little more in this chapter about why the Doctor was so 'calm' about Angel having been dissected. You completely read my mind about it as it was already a scene in this chapter! :)

I think they might be a little upset with the change in desktop. We'll actually get to see someone's reaction to the new desktop in my 3 Doctors/Time Ladies story :)

On that note...I actually have no idea what I'm going to call the 3 Doctors/Time Ladies story. I've gotten a few PMs with suggestions, I'm sort of leaning towards 'When Time Explodes' to relate back to the 'Time Crash' theme though, but I'm really not sure. I'm always open to suggestions :) I can say though that I have officially decided which Doctors/OCs will be there. It will be 11/11th Professor, 10/10th Evy, and 9/9th Angel. I really wanted the uber-fluff/flirt of the 11s, and the closeness/growing relationship of the 10s, and the fondness/hint of what may come/everyone-can-see-they're-perfect-for-each-other-but-nothing's-happening-yet-grrr for the 9s :) I debated doing the AU 9th Professor and 9 but I REALLY wanted their 11th selves to be there :)