Smith and Jones: Welcome Aboard
Mrs. Finnegan fussed with the MRI machine as the Doctor continued babbling on, really it was only partially to keep the woman distracted from what she was doing, partially to try and make himself seem like a human because he NEEDED her to believe that, and partially, a rather LARGE partially, because he needed to keep his mind off of whatever Angel might be doing in the hall, with the Judoon, with their guns, and their mission to find an alien. He knew she was alright, for now, she wasn't hiding her thoughts, he could read her mind, he knew she was fine, but she wasn't with him. She was somewhere else, somewhere HE wasn't. And, even though it was right on the other side of the door...he didn't like it.
"That thing," he rambled, "That big machine thing, is it supposed to be making that noise?"
"You wouldn't understand," Mrs. Finnegan murmured.
"Isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging thing? Like a ginormous sort of a magnet? I did magnets at GCSE. Well, I failed, but all the same, Angie said that was alright. Oh she's brilliant, told me that you don't learn from succeeding, but from the mistakes you make failing. Think I might try it again though, Angie's got the BEST method of encouragement, she um," he blushed, "She gives the most amazing kis..."
"The magnetic setting is now set to 50,000 Tesla," the woman cut in, not wanting to hear him sputter on about some disgusting human activity or another.
"Ooh. That's a bit strong, isn't it?"
"I can send out a magnetic pulse that will fry the brain-stems of every living thing within 250,000 miles. Except me, safe in this room."
"But...hold on, hold on. I did geography for GCSE, I did pass that one, Angie was thrilled, made me a little cake with those edible ball-bearings. But, more to the point, doesn't that distance include Earth?"
"Only the side facing the moon," she laughed, "The other half will survive. Call it my little gift."
"I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me. I'm a little out of my depth. I've spent the past 15 years working as a postman, hence the bunions, why would you do that?"
"With everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my escape."
"Now, that's weird," he laughed, "You're talking like you're some sort of an alien."
"Right-o."
"No!" he gasped.
"Oh, yes."
"You're joshing me."
"I am not."
"I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has the place got an ET department?"
"It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast and all this equipment I'm ready to arm myself with should the police come looking."
"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?"
"Yes," she nodded, holding up her hand to show him her X, "But I'm hidden."
"Oh. Right! Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans."
"They're doing what?" she gasped, her eyes wide.
"Big chief rhino boy, he said, no sign of a non-human, we must increase our scans...up to setting two?"
"Then I must assimilate again."
"What does that mean?"
"I must appear to be human."
"Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the wife," he smiled, "Angie'd be honored. She'd love to meet you. We can have cake."
"Why should I have cake?" she smiled, holding up her straw, "I've got my little straw."
"That's nice. Milkshake? I like banana."
"You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness. I think it's time you found some peace. Steady him!"
"What are you doing?" he cried as the Slab held him still.
"I'm afraid this is going to hurt," she advanced, holding up the straw, "But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember."
~8~
Out in the hall, Angel closed her eyes, resting her head on the door to the MRI room, taking a breath, trying to keep herself from running in there and stopping the woman from harming her Mate. But that was his plan, the Doctor needed her to think him human, to absorb his blood, now...SHE had to make sure they were found.
She turned and rushed down the hall to the stairs, hurrying back up them to the hall they'd left Martha on. The Doctor hadn't told her where he was heading, she might not have worked it out, and the Judoon HAD to be there.
It was up to her.
She paused though, reaching the door to the previous floor, and closed her eyes. She had to make sure she'd be alright though, if she failed, if she was struck by a Judoon blast...she wouldn't be able to save the Doctor. She bit her lip, scrunching her face as she concentrated, feeling that faint warmth inside her, the Vortex, and pulling it up. She had done it once before, when the Doctor faced the Beast, when the power had been forced into her, she'd been able to create a sort of wall that kept the fire back. She needed to do that again, she needed to be able to keep the blasts from reaching her.
She opened her eyes, gasping as she saw her reflection in the small windows of the doors, her eyes...it was faint, very, very faint, but...her eyes were glowing golden with the Vortex, more like the specks of gold in her brown eyes were more reflective but she knew better. She swallowed hard, she couldn't worry about that now, what that could mean that the power was visible in her eyes now as it had been when she'd been possessed by the power of it, no. Right now, she was worried about the Doctor more.
She took a breath, swallowing hard, and pulled the doors open...
~8~
The Judoon crossed Martha's hand, "Confirmed: Human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search," he handed her a slip of clear paper, "You will need this."
"What's that for?" Martha frowned.
"Compensation," the Judoon replied, turning to head off down the hall...right when Angel stepped out of the stairwell.
She stood there for only a moment before turning her head to look right at the head Judoon. He quickly held up his scanner, flashing her with it as he stalked closer, recognizing her as having been with the other non-human.
"Confirmed: non-human!" he called, pointing at her, "Seize the non-human female!"
The Judoon started running down the hall towards her and she turned, running down the stairs, making sure she was just slow enough where they could see her and doing her best to keep running even as she felt her energy fading with each blast sent at her, each blast that hit too close to home. She could see a flash of gold flare up behind her every time a blast nearly struck HER, relieved Martha was behind the Judoon and couldn't see.
But there it was...the MRI room, only a few feet away...she just had to last long enough to get in there...
~8~
Mrs. Finnegan was drinking from the Doctor's neck with her little straw, when the Judoon burst into the room, chasing Angel, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back.
"Now see what you've done," Mrs. Finnegan leapt away, the Doctor falling to the floor, out like a light, "This poor man just died of fright."
"Scan him!" the Judoon commanded, as one of the others did, recognizing HIM as the other non-human, "Confirmation: deceased."
"No, he can't be," Martha cried, "Let me through, let me see him!"
"Stop. Case closed.
"He's not dead," Angel whispered to Martha, "Trust me Martha."
Martha glanced at the Doctor before turning the Judoon, "But it was her. She did it!"
"The Judoon have no authority over human crime," it replied.
"But she's not human!"
"Oh, but I am," Mrs. Finnegan held up a hand to reveal the cross on the back of it, "I've been catalogued."
"But she's not!" Martha shouted...when she felt something press in to her hands. She looked down to see Angel looking at the Doctor as she passed her a Judoon scanner she'd managed to snag in her struggles, "Wait a minute…" she breathed, realizing what Angel had, "You drank his blood. The Doctor's blood," she quickly flashed Mrs. Finnegan across the face.
"Oh, alright," the woman rolled her eyes, "Scan all you like."
"Non-human," the Judoon confirmed.
"What?" she gasped, caught.
"Confirm analysis."
"Oh, but it's a mistake, surely. I'm human. I'm as human as they come."
"That was his plan," Angel told her, slowly making her way past the Judoon, having been let go upon the scanning of Mrs. Finnegan. She moved to kneel beside the Doctor, gently moving him onto his back as she smiled down at him, reaching out to brush the fringe of his hair from his eyes, "He needed you to drink his blood, to register as alien so that the Judoon would do a deeper scan," she shook her head, her gaze still on the Doctor, "You mad, ridiculous, wonderful man," she breathed, stroking his cheek, smiling as she saw him turn his head ever so slightly, unconsciously leaning into her touch. She glanced up at Mrs. Finnegan, "He did it so they'd find you."
"Confirmed: Plasmavore," the Judoon said, "I charge you with the crime of murdering the princess of Patrival Regency Nine."
"She deserved it!" the woman snapped, "Those pink cheeks and those blonde curls and that simpering voice. She was begging for the bite of a Plasmavore."
"Do you confess?"
"Confess?" she sneered, "I'm proud of it! Slab, stop them!"
The Slab shot at the Judoon leader but it did nothing to its armor, it just fired back, disintegrating it.
"Verdict: guilty. Sentence: execution," the Judoon lifted his laser as the warning light on the MRI began to flash.
"Enjoy your victory, Judoon, because you're going to burn with me. Burn in hell!"
Angel winced, pressing her hands to her head as another, deeper, more sinister voice growled, '...burn with me...' in her mind. Her face scrunched as she hunched over, groaning, her head pounding at just those three simple words...
The Judoon shot at the Plasmavore, disintegrating her, as Martha ran to Angel's side, seeing the girl in some sort of pain, "Angel," she gasped, kneeling beside her, pulling her hands from her head to look her over, "Are you alright? What happened?"
"I'm fine," she blinked a bit, her headache starting to fade just a little, "It's nothing."
That wasn't true at all. But...for the first time in a while...she really didn't know what had happened. Usually when she got little 'visions' like that she at least recognized the voices, was able to piece together what was happening. But this...whatever it was was either too far in the future for her to sense or was something she just...hadn't encountered yet. She just hoped, whatever it was, it wasn't going to happen any time soon, that voice...it wasn't a good one. It was dark and full of hate and...she didn't want to encounter it at all.
"Is he ok?" Martha looked at the Doctor, seeing the pain in her face had faded.
Angel nodded, "He will be."
"Case closed," the Judoon stated before turning to leave.
"What did she mean, 'burn with me?'" Martha asked, looking at Angel, who shook her head, really not wanting to even think of those words right now, before glancing at the MRI, "The scanner shouldn't be doing that. She's done something."
"Scans detect lethal acceleration of mono-magnetic pulse," the Judoon replied, scanning it.
"Well, do something! Stop it!"
"Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate."
"You can't just leave it! What's it going to do?"
"All units withdraw," the Judoon ordered, turning to leave with the platoon.
~8~
"What about the air?!" Morgenstern weakly tried to grab a passing Judoon's leg as they strode down a corridor, "We're running out of air!"
But he was ignored.
~8~
"You can't go!" Martha shouted after them, "That thing's going to explode and it's all your fault," Martha gasped and looked down at the Doctor, knowing he'd be able to help if only he were awake. She reached out and started to apply pulmonary resuscitation techniques, "One, two, three, four, five…" she gasped, trying to gather enough of the limited and fading air to pass on to him.
"Martha stop," Angel said, pushing her back a bit, concern etched on her face for the human, "Please, don't strain yourself. Save your air."
"But I've got to…" Martha began, panting, her adrenaline spent, her vision starting to dot with small black spots from the lack of air.
"Respiratory bypass," Angel murmured, resting a hand to her own chest, "I don't need as much air as you. So you just rest and save your strength," she swallowed hard, "I can do this," she nodded, determined. She shot a smile at Martha, who slumped back, half in relief, half in weakness, before applying the chest compressions on his left heart, "One, two, three, four, five," she took a breath and pressed her lips to his, breathing into him, before starting the right heart as well, "One, two, three, four, five," she gave him one more breath before he gasped awake, coughing a little.
"Were you..." he smiled up at her, slightly dazed from lack of blood and partially from feeling her lips on his as he awoke, "Were you just kissing me?"
She smiled, shaking her head, "Mouth-to-mouth, that's what the humans call it right? CPR?"
He reached out with a lazy hand and touched her cheek with the back of his finger, "The Kiss of Life," he winked at her, "Lives up to its name."
"As glad as I am about that," she glanced at the MRI machine, "She's done something to the scanner thing," she helped him sit up, pointing at the machine, "I don't know what to do...it's human technology..."
"Got it," he nodded, straining to get up, stumbling even as Angel helped to try and steady him. He held tightly to her as she helped him over to the controls and pointed at a red plug.
She ran over to it as he leaned on the doorframe to the small control room, pulling it out, "There's always a red wire isn't there?" she laughed, turning back to him, making her way to his side as the machine powered down.
"Or a blue one," he agreed, pulling her to him and hugging her a moment, relieved the plan had worked.
"I prefer blue," she murmured into his chest as she held him close, "TARDIS blue especially."
"I've noticed," he whispered, pulling away to look at her TARDIS blue jeans.
"Come on," she took his hand, turning him back to the room. They made their way to Martha's side, helping her up and walking with her between them down the corridor, back to one of the larger windows, and looking out.
"Come on," the Doctor muttered as they watched the Judoon ships taking off, as they waited, "Come on, come on. Come on, Judoon, reverse it..."
And then it started to rain!
"It's raining!"
Angel turned to Martha who was just barely conscious, "Look at that Martha, it's raining on the moon," she said quietly as Martha's head lulled.
~8~
The hospital reappeared in a bright flash of light, startling the onlookers just outside it.
~8~
Martha sat by an ambulance as emergency workers assessed the patients and staff, most of whom seemed to be recovering just fine from their brief bout of oxygen starvation.
"I told them I represented the Human Race," Morgenstern was telling the story to a news reporter, "I told them, 'You can't do that.' I said, 'You can't do that, we have rights.'"
"Martha!" someone called. She looked up, seeing her sister running over, and got up to hug her tightly, "Oh, God! I thought you were dead! What happened? It was so weird, because the police wouldn't say, they didn't have a clue. And I tried phoning, but I couldn't get through. Mum's on her way, but she couldn't get through, they've closed off all the roads..."
Martha looked around, seeing Angel and the Doctor walking away, towards a bright blue box. She watched as Angel stopped, tugging the Doctor back a moment. The man smiled down at her, reaching out to cup her cheek and kiss her as Angel just turned her head playfully, getting a kiss on the cheek, giving him a peck for his pout before nodding her head to the side, right at HER. The Doctor looked over, the two of them turning more to her to wave at her before a truck drove past, blocking her sight.
As soon as it passed...just as she blinked...they and the phone box behind them were gone.
"There's thousands of people trying to get in," her sister continued, not seeming to notice Martha's distraction, "The whole city's ground to a halt, and dad phoned, 'cos it's on the news and everything, he was crying. It's been a mess, and what happened? I mean, what really happened? Where were you?"
Martha just stared at the place the box had sat, a faint wheezing in the air.
~8~
Martha applied her mascara for the party as she sat in her room, listening to the radio recount the hospital's adventure, "Eyewitness reports from the Royal Hope Hospital continue to pour in, and it all seems to be remarkably consistent. This from medical student Oliver Moregenstern..."
"I was there," Morgenstern came on, "I saw it happen. And I feel uniquely privileged. I looked out at the surface of the moon. I saw the Earth, suspended in space, and it all just proves Mr. Saxon right. We're not alone in the Universe. There's life out there, wild and extraordinary life."
~8~
Annalise stormed out of the pub where the party was being held, "I am not prepared to be insulted!"
"She didn't mean it, sweetheart," Martha's father ran out after her, "She just said you look healthy."
"No, I did not," Martha's mother stalked out as well, "I said orange."
"Clive, that woman is disrespecting me," Annalise turned to her beau, "She's never liked me."
"Oh, I can't think why, after you stole my husband!"
"I was seduced! I'm entirely innocent! Tell her, Clive!"
"And then she has a go at Martha. Practically accused her of making the whole thing up."
"Mum, I don't mind," Martha followed after them, really trying her best to keep the peace, to keep the fight from escalating...but it didn't seem to be working, "Just leave it."
"Oh," Annalise rolled her eyes, "'I've been to the moon!' As if. They were drugged. It said so on the news."
"Since when did you watch the news?" her mother snapped, "You can't handle 'Quiz Mania.'"
"Annalise started it," Martha sister remarked quietly to Leo as they stood beside Martha, just watching the fireworks go off...more like nuclear missiles, "She did. I heard her."
"Tish, don't make it worse," Leo groaned, rubbing his head. THIS was exactly why he hadn't wanted a party.
"You're talking, Leo," Tish scoffed, "What did she buy you, soap? A 75 pence soap?"
"Oh, I'm never talking to your family again!" Annalise stormed off.
"Oh, stay," Martha's mother said sarcastically, "Have a night out."
"Don't you dare," her father pointed at Annalise, "I'm putting my foot down. This is me, putting my foot down..." before the foot came up and he chased after her.
"Dad!" Leo shouted, heading off after him.
"Make a fool of yourself!" their mother cried, "God knows you've been doing it for the last 25 years! Why stop now?" and then she stormed off.
"Mum, don't!" Tish called, jogging after her, "I asked the DJ and he's playing that song later…"
Martha sighed, distressed at her family and their antics, before...
"Families eh?" Angel spoke, making Martha jump as the girl was RIGHT beside her and she hadn't even noticed, "I believe the phrase is, 'can't live with them, can't live without them' yes?"
"What are you..." Martha began, gasping, her hand on her racing heart, "How did you..."
"After everything you saw today Martha," Angel smiled, linking her arm with the girl's, "Do you really need to ask?" she turned and looked at the corner of an alleyway. Martha followed her gaze to see the Doctor standing there, leaning against it, "Come on," Angel tugged her as the Doctor smiled when she caught sight of him and gestured for them to head over before disappearing into the alley.
Martha hesitated a moment but Angel gave her a reassuring squeeze on the arm and she headed off with the girl to the alley. They turned a corner to see the Doctor leaning against the blue box. Angel beamed at him and let go of Martha's arm to move beside him, the Doctor winding an arm around her waist as she joined him.
"I went to the moon today," Martha said, not knowing what else to say.
"A bit more peaceful than down here," the Doctor remarked.
"You never even told me who you are."
"The Doctor."
"The Angel," Angel added.
"What sort of species?" she asked, smiling, "It's not every day I get to ask that."
"We're Time Lords," the Doctor answered.
"Right!" Martha smirked, "Not pompous at all then."
"I just thought since you helped save our lives…"
"And everyone else in the hospital," Angel added, smiling at Martha proudly, making the woman blush faintly at the praise.
"And I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing. You might fancy a trip."
"What, into space?" Martha raised an eyebrow.
"Well…"
"I can't. I've got exams. I've got things to do. I have to go into town first thing and pay the rent, I've got my family going mad..."
"Would saying that we can also travel in time help?" Angel smiled.
"Get out of here," she shook her head.
"We can," the Doctor defended.
"Come on now, that's going too far."
"He'll prove it," Angel said.
"How?" she looked at Angel.
"Yeah?" he looked equally as confused.
Angel just smiled and tugged his tie out of his suit, "Prove a point," she whispered to him, tugging him down by it to give him a small peck. He moved to get a second kiss out of her when she put a gentle finger to his lips, "No, more of that after."
He beamed at the promise, taking her hand in his to pull her finger off his lips, only to press a small kiss to her finger, before hurrying back into the TARDIS and disappearing with a wheeze, eager.
"Does it always sound like that?" Martha asked, watching, wide eyed, as the box disappeared.
"No," Angel answered, "He just tends to forget the brakes are still on. I would remind him but..." she shook her head, "He loves the noise it makes too much. And I'm rather fond of it too."
Martha laughed, stepping forward to wave her hand in the space where the box had stood. Angel glanced over at her...when something caught her sight behind the woman. She turned to see white poster with an X in a square at the bottom reading VOTE SAXON on top. She frowned, eyeing it, something about it just...not right. She put a hand to her chest absently, rubbing it, feeling her hearts beating their typical four-beat rhythm as she stared at the white and black poster before her. She tilted her head, eyeing it, and the longer she did...the more uncomfortable she felt, like...like the poster was mocking her, like it wasn't supposed to be there, like...
The wheezing sound returned, cutting off her thoughts. She looked over as the TARDIS reappeared, the Doctor stepping out, holding his tie, "Told you!"
"I know, but..." Martha gasped, "That was this morning! But...did you...oh, my God! You can travel in time!" Angel laughed, stepping forward to help him get his tie back on, the Doctor leaning forward quickly to get that second kiss in, "But hold on, if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go in to work?"
"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden," Angel recited.
"Except for cheap tricks," the Doctor added with a grin.
"And besides," Angel smiled at Martha warmly, moving over to the woman, "We wouldn't have met you if you hadn't come in today," she told her, nudging her, "And I, for one, am very glad we did."
"And that's your spaceship?" Martha eyed it, pleased with Angel's words, she was rather glad she'd met them as well despite all the aliens and the blood-sucking and the air running out...it had been an incredible adventure.
"She's called the TARDIS," Angel explained, "Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."
"Your spaceship's made of wood," Martha reached out to touch it, "There's not much room," she frowned, "Won't we be a bit cramped?"
The Doctor just opened the door, "Take a look," Martha eyed him a moment before stepping inside, Angel and the Doctor following. The Doctor leaned against the railing by the door as Angel stepped past Martha and over to the console, wanting to watch the girl's expression, she loved seeing the awe in the eyes of others when they saw the majesty of the TARDIS console room.
"Oh, no, no," Martha shook her head, dashing back out to look around the outside, "But it's just a box. But it's huge. How does it do that? It's wood," she knocked on it before heading back in, "It's like a box with that room just rammed in…"
"It's bigger on the inside," Martha said as the Doctor mouthed along with her, much to Angel's amusement.
"Is it?" the Doctor remarked, "I hadn't noticed," he shut the doors behind her and tossed his coat over a Y-beam on his way to join Angel at the console, "Alright, then, let's get going."
"But is there a crew?" Martha asked, following him up to the console, "Like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?"
"No, it's just us," Angel said quietly.
"All on your own?" Martha frowned at them.
"Well, sometimes we have guests," the Doctor shrugged.
"Some friends," Angel corrected, "Travelling with us."
"We had…there was recently a friend of ours. Rose, her name was, Rose."
"My little sister," Angel smiled sadly, "Not really but..." she trailed off, knowing Martha would understand what she meant.
"Where is she now?" Martha asked, sensing the tenderness of the issue, the pain.
"With her family," Angel said, taking a breath and nodding, reminding herself of that as she reached out to take the Doctor's hand, squeezing it, "She's fine."
"Not that you're replacing her," the Doctor told Martha pointedly.
"Never said I was," Martha replied casually.
"Just one trip to say 'thanks,'" the Doctor continued, though Martha could see Angel seemed skeptical at his statement, "You get one trip, then back home. I'd rather it be just Angel and I."
"You're the one that kissed me," Martha teased, winking at Angel so she knew she was only joking.
"That was a genetic transfer!"
"And if you will wear a tight suit..."
"Now...don't!" he warned her, growing uncomfortable.
"And then travel all the way across the Universe just to ask me on a date…"
"Stop it!" he nearly whined.
Martha laughed, smiling at how easy a target he was, "Oh don't moan. I'm not remotely interested," she told them, sincere, "I only go for humans."
"Good," the Doctor said before putting an arm around Angel, "'Cos I've already got a Mate."
"A Mate?" Martha raised an eyebrow. She'd heard the term referenced to animals, like wolves and penguins and things...but not humans or human-like-aliens…interesting, "To each his own," she shrugged.
Angel smiled at how well she was taking everything in. And she knew, Martha Jones was a special woman.
"Well, then," the Doctor nodded, happy as well, "Close down the Gravitic Anomalizer. Fire up the Helmic Regulator. And finally, the handbrake."
"Are you ready?" Angel looked at Martha with a grin as she and the Doctor set the controls.
"No," she admitted.
"Off we go!" the Doctor pulled the handbrake and the TARDIS jolted, sending them to the ground.
"Blimey, it's a bit bumpy!"
"Welcome aboard, Miss Jones," the Doctor smiled, reaching across the console to shake her hand.
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Smith," Martha grinned, shaking his hand, "Miss Jones," she laughed, shaking Angel's as well.
"Lovely to meet you Miss Jones," Angel joked, smiling widely as the TARDIS took off.
A/N: Ohh...Angel's sensing something about Saxon...hmmm...wonder if she'll sense anything when they get to Utopia? :) And what's that?! Angel got a very distant inkling of the future didn't she? But it really seemed to hurt her didn't it? I did promise that she wouldn't suddenly become all powerful, and if anything seemed too sudden there would be consequences for it. That's just a hint of it. But, this series WILL see Angel's abilities grow stronger so you never know just how far she might one day be able to see :) I can say this though...she won't be just hearing the future for much longer :)
Also...tiny little scene/line in this chapter inspired by Jack in Utopia. Did you spot it? Oh Doctor...
And...next chapter we get to see Angel dressing period! Gotta love the Doctor's reaction when she does things like that eh? And Shakespeare! Woo! On that note...congrats you guys! You've broken 100 which means...sneak peek time!
~8~
"Martha," William smiled at her, "Let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my Dark Lady..." the Doctor scoffed, making William mock-glare at him, "I'd like to see you woo your woman."
The Doctor smiled at the challenge and turned to Angel, taking her hands in his, "Angel," he smiled, "Goddess, nymph, perfect, divine," he reached out and touched her cheek, cupping it softly, "To what, my love, shall I compare thine eye? Crystal is muddy," his thumb gently moved to trace her lips, "Oh how ripe in show, thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow..." before leaning in to place a kiss upon her lips.
~8~
AHHH! Sorry, I know this is clearly a very close Sneak Peek, like...3 chapters away. But I was DYING to do a fluff peek for ages! And that one was just...-squeal- :) Wouldn't you just love for the Doctor to recite Shakespeare to you? :)
Some notes on reviews...
Oh yes, much more sweet little 'moments' where Angel affects the Doctor. She is definitely aware of the affect she has on the Doctor now and...next episode is where we'll see them starting the emotional bond, there'll actually be a sweet little scene at the end where they talk about it. But what's this? The Doctor might be against it? Why? Well...Angel seems to be quite the little tease in a 'playfully innocent' way is all I'll say. But...in terms of further in the saga...the first chapter of Partners in Crime well...Angel and the Doctor in a cupboard? That's just begging for something ;) And...there's a small twist in Human Nature/Family of Blood that will make things...interesting for the Time Lords for the rest of the this story :)
About Donna's father...I didn't forget, no :) That actually IS her father leading her down the aisle, not her grandfather in Runaway Bride :) Mrs. Noble later comments that Donna's grandfather (Wilf) wasn't at the wedding because he was 'laid up in bed with Spanish Flu.' Mrs. Noble also makes comments throughout Series 4 about how it was a tough year with everything happening with Donna's father (dying). I know people can have more than one grandfather, but I double checked the cast list for the episode, and Howard Attfield played Geoff Noble, Donna's father. He was actually meant to reprise his role as Donna's father in Series 4 but unfortunately he died :( so the scenes were reworked to use Wilf, the grandfather, instead :) Hope that cleared some things up :)
Just wanted to give a little spoiler, as Martha's a medical student and Angel was commenting on how she played 'nurse' for the Doctor when he caught a cold, Rory the nurse will definitely be A companion of Angel's...but there is another nurse that appears before Rory that Angel might just tempt with the title of companion :)
Thanks for the suggestions! :) I've definitely added them to my list of titles, hopefully when I finish writing the story I'll have a better idea of what suits it :)
On that note, the 3 Doctors/OCs will start off calm, the Time Ladies definitely get on swimmingly for a very odd reason (as it seems to the Doctors), and the Doctors will be blushing quite a bit. There WILL be a danger springing up that will require investigation so it'll be a decent sized one-shot :) And the pairs will be split at some point. I think it may play out in a way that each Doctor, at some point, works with another Time Lady so they'd each be with another OC at least once :)
No worries about the 9s, the 10s and 11s can definitely see the connection already forming between them and there will be quite a few 'suggestions' and comments and teasings from them about it, hinting at a relationship :)
The bowtie will definitely get its proper shout-out/discussion lol :) And...we may see where 11 gets his love of fezzes from :)
And...the companions might not appear, but they will definitely be discussed :) Idk, I might have them pop up at the end :)
