Ever the Same


Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me. I am just borrowing the characters for a bit.


Chapter 8: High

"You know I never did understood Doctor," Jackson said as the two men strolled toward the Tradis. "But why did you come to the year 1851? I mean all of time and space and you choose this year?"

The ten Doctor paused in his walked and frowned a bit, he wondered if he should tell the older man his reasons but then thought better of it. "Oh you know. Nothing much really was just following a led to figure out a puzzle that was all."

"A puzzle? A puzzle of what sort?" Jackson questioned. "Maybe I could help."

The Doctor looked at him for a while then shook his head and continued forward. "No…it's alright. You have had enough adventures you said so yourself. Sorry. But thanks for the dinner and take care."

"Right take care Doctor," Jackson said and watched as the tall skinny alien entered the blue police box. "Hope you fine what you are looking for."


The Doctor turned a few knobs on the Tradis monitor, Jackson question stay fresh in his mind. Yeah it was a bit strange that he had chosen the year 1851. Yeah, all of time and space and he picked this time. But it wasn't an accident. No far from it. He had picked it because in one of his books there was something in there about dimensions and forgotten history. So he had come to looked. But instanced of what he found in Martha fiancé parents flat, he found Cybreman and though the was a crack in the universe that allowed them to cross over from the void and Peters world it wasn't exactly what he searched for. This was different and what he knew was in Tom parents flat was different. It was more…older and rawer.

'Well…off to Zetayadasa 67,' He thought and placed in the coordinates. It was the second clue he had on his list. Among his books there was one that spoke of cracks and dark beings who even the Time Lord fear from a time before time, from the pre universe era. He hoped this time he could find what he was in searched of instanced of it been another bust like the 1851 one.


Martha watched her soon to be husband from where she sat danced around like a fool in front of the children as he read out loud from the fairy tale "Peter Pan", a soft smiled on her lips. He was acting out the part where Peter was trying to catch his shadow. The children laugher filled the book store and Martha feels an ache in her heart. He was so beautiful. Her Tom. Yet…

"Peter leaped at his shadow once more!" Tom said and model the scene. Yet there were moments she had begun to notice that wasn't liked him. That wasn't so beautiful. Liked the way his eyes would go dull and he would say things that were just a bit hurtful and off to her mother and sister, to her friends and her coworkers. Liked the way he seems to sometimes look down upon the human race during a fit of rage and promised to one day destroy them all. Of, course he never remembered any of it afterward and she had begun to noticed neither did the others around them sometimes. It was almost as if time, and memories were being rewritten on the spot and only she could remembered what once was. Well… sometimes. She knew it wasn't aliens or monsters but yet… What? She did not know. It was frighten.

Martha placed a string of locks behind her ears and sighted. It was frighten to have to deal with something so unknown and so close to home. Give her a Dalek or the Master or some evil alien out to conquer the world and she would know what to do. They were clean cut. Black and White. But this? This was not something as clear cut as what she dealt with on a daily basic or with the Doctor. Because this was someone close to her, someone she knew not some being she would never see or hope to meet again. Not someone she did not have breakfast with or kiss or planned out a future with. Not someone she did not loved and was in love with. So yeah this was different, different then what she was used to because even if she took into consideration the incident with Jenny her follow maid being taken over by the family of blood stay it did not compare because she was not that close or that one time when the Doctor was possessed by the Clade in 1800's America and she had to kiss him to bring him back to himself. None of it compared. Because with those two incident she had knew it wasn't as close to home and short so she knew what to do. Even during the year that never was she had not been as unsure on how to process because none of her family had been part of the Master team or at least not for long. So it was clear cut. Her, earth, against them. But this she was unsure of because on one hand it was Tom, her soon to be husband, and on the other hand something else that only she seems to notice sometimes.

Martha sighed again. On one hand she could face it, whatever it was and lose Tom or tried to figure out a way to defeat this thing without hurting her love but stay lose him. Because no matter how she saw it no matter which choice she picked she would lose him. Even if, God forbid, she allowed this to continue she would lose him. She was already losing him bit by bit already and it pains her because he had just returned. Not too long ago he had been dead to her and now alive again. It pains her greatly because she did not know if she could face it again, the cold numbness she felt that day when she had heard the news.

"Miss Jones?" A soft voice interrupted her thoughts and pulled her back to reality. The dark skinned woman looked to her right at the young nurse who had come to stood by her. She give the young brunette a smiled and answered.

"Yes? Nurse Lena?"

"Doctor Brown would like to have a word."

"Dr. Brown? Oh! Paul! What does he want?" Martha question as she stood. She did not know the reason why the other Doctor wanted to speak with her she wasn't resident anymore but she guess he had high hopes to get her back. He wasn't the first. Others had tried to get her to returned since they were short on men and all. It wasn't that she did not want to return but she did not have time. Between her returned back to work at Unit and plans for her upcoming wedding she just was busy.

Lena looked down at her clipboard, non-interested. "Same thing as everyone Miss Jones. I supposed. Are you coming?"

"Yes. I supposed." Martha said, waved goodbye at her fiancé who winked back once their eyes met and exist the book store. Her lips in a frown and her eyebrows knitted in deep thoughts.


Sergeant Roger rewind the video tape again, a soft frown on his lips. He did been on watched on the Jones-Milligan placed for while now, five days to be exact, as he waited for the Doctor to appeared again. And he had noticed something during that time. Tom Milligan did not registry on any of the surveillance tapes he had gather of the couple over the pass days. The first time it had happen, he had thought it was a equipment malfunction so they had changed the equipment. The second time he noticed he had thought something was wrong with the field agent. However when all of his agents had bought back video tapes with the same images, Martha Jones but no Tom Milligan, it begin to irks him. So he had gone in person himself to do the job because if you wanted something done you had to do it yourself. Now though here he stood before his own tapes knowing that Tom should be there yet not seeing him. It was so unnerving and it send shrives down his spine.

"George," Rogers called his second in command who quickly entered the room.

"Yes. What is it?"

"He's not on there."

"Yeah, I know sir."

"He's…He's just not on there."


Author: This happens right after the Next Doctor episode and if anyone is wondering when the incident of Martha kissing the Doctor in 1800's America took place well…it is from a Doctor Who novel called "Peacemaker." Just you know if anyone is wondering. It's a good book. Also I think I will add a bit more to this chapter later because it just seems so short but I can't really think of what to add so you guys get this instanced for now.