Minerva and the Doctor stood on Donna's front porch, the Doctor ringing the doorbell so rapidly and repeatedly that Minerva had to yank his hand off it before Donna actually got the chance to open up. When she opened up, however, she was already shooting an irritated glare at the Doctor, knowing it had to be him ringing the doorbell.
"Our day isn't going so well," Minerva tried to excuse her Martian with that.
Once Donna was caught up with the situation, she had shown the Doctor to their car in the street where he quickly got to work with the ATMOS device underneath the car. He opened the bonnet as Donna tried ringing Martha on her cellphone.
"I'll requisition us a vehicle," Ross informed the pair before leaving.
"Anything without ATMOS. And don't point your gun at people," the Doctor warned and Ross ran off.
Wilf came out of the house as he saw his granddaughter with whom he assumed to be the Doctor and Minerva, "Is it him? Is it him? Is it the Doctor? And Minerva?" he saw the Doctor checking under the bonnet then Minerva who stood beside, "Oi, it's you," he looked between them.
"Oh my god it is!" Minerva exclaimed, surprised.
"Who?" the Doctor looked up and recognized Wilf as the stallholder from the past Christmas, "Oh...it's you!" he moved to stand beside Minerva.
"What, have you met before?" Donna looked between the trio.
"Yeah, Christmas Eve. They disappeared right in front of me," Wilf pointed at them.
"And you never said?!" Donna exclaimed.
"Well, you never said," Wilf shrugged then directed himself to the Doctor, "Wilf, sir. Wilfred Mott. You must be one of them aliens."
"Well, yeah, but don't shout it out," the Doctor shook his hand, "Nice to meet you properly, Wilf."
"Ah, an alien hand," Wilf chuckled.
"Would you like to shake a human?" Minerva offered her hand up.
"You're Minerva," Wilfred shook her hand.
"Minerva Souza, nice to meet you too," she smiled.
"Donna, anything?" the Doctor asked as Donna still worked with her phone.
"She's not answering. What's it, "Sontiruns"?"
"Sontarans. But there's got to be more to it. They can't be just remote-controlling cars. That's not enough. Is anyone answering?"
"Hold on," Donna tried ringing again. Finally, her call was answered, "Martha, hold on, he's here," she handed the phone to the Doctor.
"Martha, tell Col Mace it's the Sontarans. They're in the file, Code Red Sontarans. But if they're inside the factory, tell him not to start shooting, UNIT will get massacred. I'll get back as soon as I can. You got that?" and he hung up on Martha, handing the cell phone back to Donna. He whipped out the screwdriver and went under the bonnet of the car.
"You've tried sonicking it before. You didn't find anything," Donna remarked.
"Yeah, but now I know it's Sontaran, I know what I'm looking for."
"The thing is, Doctor, Minerva, that Donna is my only grandchild. You gotta promise me you're gonna take care of her," Wilf said, concerned as he looked at Donna.
"Believe me Wilf, Donna takes care of us," Minerva smiled at the ginger, "She's like my older sister."
"Oh, because you're eighteen I'm automatically the older one?" Donna raised an eyebrow.
"Well...we could be fraternal twins if you'd like? You'd be the older twin, course."
Donna shook her head, "Right then, but I'd get to boss you around because I'm older."
"Don't think she's joking," Wilf warned, "She was always bossing us around even when she was tiny. "The Little General" we used to call her."
Minerva chuckled, "I'd love to see that! Baby Donna telling everyone what to do."
"Yeah, don't start," she warned both of them.
"And some of the boys she used to turn up with - a different one every week," Wilf continued.
"Wonder if that'll be hereditary then," Donna nudged Minerva.
"Don't you dare!" the Doctor called from his place.
Minerva giggled, "Sorry Donna, but I'm sort of in love with a Martian."
"That's what happened!" Donna clapped her hands suddenly, startling Minerva.
"What did?"
"You said the three little words," Donna laughed excitedly, "Now I get it! Why you were so close to each other lately. And then India, dear Lord..."
Minerva blushed and looked away, "Maybe."
Spikes shot out of the holes in the device the Doctor was looking at in the car, "Whoa! It's a temporal pocket! I knew there was something else in there. It's hidden just a second out of sync with real time."
"But what's it hiding?" Minerva asked, wanting to get rid of her blush thanks to Donna.
Sylvia walked up to the group as they all looked under the bonnet, "I dunno, men and their cars! Sometimes I think if I was a car..." but then she saw the Doctor and Minerva, "Oh, it's you! Doctor-what was it?" she looked at Minerva, completely forgetting her name.
"Yeah, that's me," the Doctor waved her a hand without looking up.
"Minerva," the brunette called, "Nice to see you again!"
"Have you met them as well?" Wilf asked curiously.
"Dad, it's the man and woman from the wedding! When you were laid up with Spanish flu. I'm warning you, last time they turned up, it was a disaster!"
And then gas shot out of the device as if to prove Sylvia's point.
"Get back!" the Doctor ordered and stepped back with Minerva.
"If we don't stop it it'll kill us all," Minerva felt the need to point out. The Doctor sighed and pushed her farther back before using the sonic on the car again. In a couple minutes the car shot sparks but the gas was stopped, "That'll stop it!" he cheered.
"I told you! He's blown up the car!" Sylvia went into a fit, "Who are they anyways? What sort of doctor blows up cars?"
"Oh, not now, Mum!" Donna waved her off.
"Oh, should I make an appointment?" Sylvia snapped and stalked off.
"Not the best way to have a good relationship," Minerva warned Donna.
"Sometimes she's completely impossible!"
"But she loves you, that's the point," Minerva sighed, "Be grateful."
Donna smiled sadly and nodded then put an arm around Minerva's shoulders, knowing how the brunette felt her mom didn't love her. Donna wanted for some time now to tell Minerva about her father who'd requested she know nothing of the reality of his condition. That definitely meant her father cared for her! But they had all agreed to listen to Nicolas's request until they deemed it necessary. Minerva simply had too much on her plate and was becoming more of a fragile thing that needed to stay stable as much as possible.
"That wasn't just exhaust fumes. Some sort of gas. Artificial gas," the Doctor explained to the group.
"And it's aliens, is it? Aliens?" Wilf asked.
"Doctor, if its poisonous..." Minerva looked around to all the other cars, seeing all them bearing an ATMOS sticker on their windows, " Then they've got poisonous gas in every car on Earth."
"It's not safe. I'm gonna get it off the street," Wilf quickly got into the car and shut the door behind, automatically locking.
"No, don't!" Donna called as the car started up and exhaust came out the tailpipe, "Shut it off!" Wilf shook his head, unable to do anything, "Granddad, get out of there!" she tried to open the door.
"I can't! It's locked!" he held up the keys, "It's the aliens again!" he banged on the window.
"What's he doing? What's he done?" Sylvia called from the front porch.
"I've isolated it!" the Doctor exclaimed.
"There's gas inside the car! He's gonna choke! Doctor!"Donna cried while the Doctor tried opening the car with the screwdriver, "It won't open!" he heard the other car alarms and looked around to see all of them emitting the same gas, "It's the whole world..."
"Help me!" Wilf cried weakly.
The Doctor ran back to check the engine, yanking some wires out but it did nothing. He moved to the middle of the road to see all the cars emitting gas...and he couldn't do anything.
"Doctor, look!" Minerva called, pointing up at a blue light rushing down to the Noble's car.
The Doctor pulled Minerva behind him in case the light had anymore funny ideas with her. But instead of going to them, the light went down to the car and engulfed it in its glow. Suddenly, the windows shattered into pieces and allowed an escape for Wilf.
"It helped," Minerva moved around the Doctor and stepped towards the car, meanwhile Donna helped her grandfather out the car.
"Minerva," the Doctor warned as she reached to touch the blue light now floating in front of her.
"No, it...it's okay..."
"It hurt you," the Doctor reminded, panicking as the air started filling up with the toxic gas.
"It didn't mean to," Minerva tried to explain as she stared at the light, "You didn't, did you?" she whispered to it. The Doctor stiffened as he saw her put a hand over her chest, "What are you...?" she asked the light, feeling her chest compress suddenly, "...have we met before?" she felt the need to ask. She could still sense that familiar feeling the light gave off and how it increased the more she focused.
"Doctor! This is all I could find that hasn't got ATMOS," Ross pulled up the road with a black cab, snapping the pair out of the moment. The light quickly rushed up above without being noticed.
The Doctor pulled Minerva with him and ran to the cab, getting Minerva inside first then looking back to see Donna was still with her family, "Donna, you coming?"
"Yeah!" she nodded and hurried for them.
"Donna! Don't go! Look what happens every time that Doctor and Minerva appears! Stay with us, please," Sylvia called.
"You go my darling!" Wilf exclaimed.
"Dad!" Sylvia turned to him, appalled he was letting her go.
"Don't listen to her! You go with them! That's my girl!... "
Donna got into the cab along with the others, feeling a tad guilty for leaving them. But she knew everything would be alright in the end just like it always was.
~ 0 ~
"The air is disgusting!" Donna coughed, Minerva nodding in agreement as they stood in front of the ATMOS factory.
The Doctor looked down at Minerva, hoping for once the crystal inside her would activate and help her breathe a little easier. He had a plan and it involved the TARDIS being moved around...and he didn't want to send Minerva along with it, but she really looked like she could choke on the air like Donna and sighed, "It's not so bad for me, go on, get inside the TARDIS."
"But I want to stay with you," Minerva pouted in between her coughs.
"I can't have you around like that, go on and keep Donna company," he gave her a kiss and motioned for her to go.
"Please be careful," she said quietly, reaching on her toes to kiss him again.
"I will if you will," he nodded and sent her off with Donna.
~ 0 ~
"Right then, here I am, good. Whatever you do, Colonel Mace, do not engage the Sontarans in battle, there is nothing they like better than a war. Just leave this to me," the Doctor rejoined the others, his gaze lingering on 'Martha' for a bit. Frankly with that smell she was giving off she may as well put up a banner declaring she was a clone to everyone.
"And what are you going to do?" Mace asked him.
"I've got the TARDIS, I'm gonna get on board their ship."
Martha-clone pressed a button on her PDA, the hypnotized privates activating.
"Come on!" the Doctor told her, receiving a smile back.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor ran down the alleyway to see the TARDIS gone, Martha-clone right behind him.
"But... where's the TARDIS?" she asked innocently.
"Taste that, in the air. Yuck," the Doctor made a face, ""That sort of metal tang. Teleport exchange. It's the Sontarans, they've taken it. I'm stuck, on Earth like... like an ordinary person," he blinked, "And without my Clever Girl! How rubbish is that! Come on!" the Doctor started back for the factory.
"So what do we do?" Martha asked as she hurried behind him.
He looked back and sighed, "Well... I mean it's shielded, they could never detect it..." he stared at her for a little longer.
"What?" she tried to seem not that irritated with the look.
"I'm just wondering, have you phoned your family and Tom?"
"No, what for?" she shrugged.
"The gas. Tell them to stay inside."
"Course I will, yeah," she tried to wave it off as casual as possible, "But, what about Minerva and Donna? I mean, where are they?"
"Oh, Donna's gone home. She's not like you, she's not a soldier. Minerva felt ill and accompanied her back home till I finished up here. Right. So, avanti!"
~ 0 ~
"Change of plan!" the Doctor and Martha-clone entered the UNIT base.
"Good to have you fighting alongside us, Doctor," Mace smiled.
"I'm not fighting, I'm not-fighting, as in not hyphen fighting, got it?" the Doctor clarified, "Now, does anyone know what this gas is yet?"
"We're working on it," Martha-clone replied.
"It's harmful, but not lethal until it reaches 80% density. We're having the first reports of deaths from the center of Tokyo City," Captain Price came over.
"And who are you?" the Doctor asked.
"Captain Marion Price, sir."
"Oh, put your hand down. Don't salute," the Doctor sighed, did people just not listen to him? When would he garner a face that people listened to!?
"Jodrell Bank's traced a signal, Doctor, coming from 5000 miles above the Earth. We're guessing that's what triggered the cars," Mace explained.
"The Sontaran ship."
" NATO has gone to Defcon One, we're preparing a strike."
"You can't do that, nuclear missiles won't even scratch the surface," the Doctor shook his head, "Let me talk to the Sontarans."
"You're not authorized to speak on behalf of the Earth."
"I've got that authority, I earned that a long time ago," the Doctor used the screwdriver to connect the UNIT systems to the Sontaran ship, "Calling the Sontaran Command Ship under Jurisdiction Two of the Intergalactic Rules of Engagement. This is The Doctor."
~ 0 ~
In the TARDIS, Minerva and Donna could hear the Doctor's voice coming from the monitor.
"Doctor!" Minerva rushed to the monitor, blinking as she though she'd seen something on the screen for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Donna joined her a few seconds later, seeing her stare down at the screen with an almost frown.
"No, nothing, it's just...for a second there...I thought I saw Rose Tyler's face," Minerva rubbed her eyes, "I must be finally cracking."
Donna frowned as she remembered what Martha had told her about Rose. She shook her head and swung her arm around Minerva's shoulders, "Good thing you've got a doctor for a boyfriend to help."
Minerva faintly smiled, her eyes looking at the screen again, only seeing the Doctor. Even if it was for a split second, the thought of seeing Rose again would truly be the last straw for her health. So many things went unresolved with that blonde that she couldn't even begin to imagine how it would go down if they were ever to re-meet again. Thank goodness she'd never have to face Rose again in her life. Even Kaeya would be a lot easier to to meet!
~ 0 ~
"Doctor, breathing your last?" Staal, the Sontaran, appeared on the UNIT screen.
"My God, they're like trolls," Mace blinked.
"Yeah, loving the diplomacy, thanks," the Doctor mumbled to him then spoke louder as he directed to the Sontarans, "So, tell me, General Staal, since when did you lot become cowards?"
"How dare you!"
"Oh, that's diplomacy?" Mace raised an eyebrow.
"Doctor, you impugn my honor!" Staal cried.
"Yeah, I'm really glad you didn't say belittle because then I'd have a field day. But poison gas? That's the weapon of a coward and you know it. Staal, you could blast this planet out of the sky, and yet you're sitting up above watching it die. Where's the fight in that? Where's the honor? Or, are you lot planning something else? Because this isn't normal Sontaran warfare," the Doctor leaned forwards on his seat, "What are you lot up to?"
"A general would be unwise to reveal his strategy to the opposing forces," Staal replied.
"Aaah, the war's not going so well, then? Losing, are we?"
"Such a suggestion is impossible."
"What war?" Mace cut in with a question.
"The war between the Sontarans and the Rutans," the Doctor replied, "It's been raging, far out in the stars for 50,000 years. 50,000 years of bloodshed, and for what?"
"For victory. Sontar-ha!"
"Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha!" the other Sontarans joined in on the chant.
"Oh give me a break," the Doctor rolled his eyes and pulled out the screwdriver, changing the channels to a cartoon.
"Doctor. I would seriously recommend that this dialogue is handled by official Earth representation," Mace said but was blatantly ignored.
The Doctor changed the channel back to the Sontaran, "Finished?"
"You will not be so quick to ridicule when you'll see our prize. Behold!" Staal gestured to the TARDIS behind him, "We are the first Sontarans in history to capture a TARDIS."
" Well. As prizes go, that's... noble," the Doctor spoke slowly, "As they say in Latin, Donna nobis pacem. Plus, that box is like a goddess...used for wars, pretty clever, goddess of wisdom..."
~ 0 ~
"Oh that's us," Donna cheered, Minerva chuckling, "We're here!"
~ 0 ~
"Did you never wonder about its design? It's phone box. It contains a phone. A telephonic device for communication. Sort of symbolic. Like if only we could communicate. You and I," the Doctor eyed the screen, severely missing his Clever Girl as he realized she was far away from him and that was farthest they'd been since they'd first met Martha.
"All you have communicated is your distress, Doctor," Staal said.
~ 0 ~
"Oh my god," Donna breathed as Minerva picked up the cellphone from underneath the console.
"Big mistake though. Showing it to me," the Doctor continued from the screen, "Because I've got remote control. "
"Cease transmission!" Staal ordered.
"Doctor, what number are you on?" Donna asked as the screen went black, she looked over to Minerva, "We don't have a number!"
Minerva just smiled, "Oh yes we do."
~ 0 ~
"Oh well," the Doctor stood up from his chair.
"That's achieved nothing," Mace snapped.
"Oh you'd be surprised, I've got a Clever Girl up there..."
~ 0 ~
"Who are you going to call?" Donna asked as Minerva dialed on the phone.
"Martha of course, my best friend shall pick up," Minerva put the phone on her ear.
"Right, Martha!"
Minerva waited as the phone rang and rang, frowning when no one answered, "That's funny, Martha always answers me."
"Try again," Donna offered.
Minerva nodded and dialed once more...coming up with the same results. She closed the cellphone and thought for a while more.
"So...what happens now?" Donna asked.
"I'm not sure," Minerva leaned against the console, "I've got no one else to call that can help. Martha was it. She never gave me the number for UNIT."
Donna blinked, "So we're stuck here...on our own?"
Minerva looked up and saw the ginger terrified, "But it'll be okay because I know the Martian has a plan. He'll get us out of here."
"Okay," Donna nodded, looking to the side.
Minerva hugged her tight, "I promise Donna, it'll be okay. And you know what," she pulled away, "Maybe you can call someone instead."
"But no one can help us right now."
"Just call home and talk to your granddad," Minerva held the phone to her.
"You don't want to call anyone?"
"I don't want to worry my grandmother. Uncle Aaron's probably working with Cody. And let's face it, my mother just doesn't care."
Donna now gave her a hug, "But we care."
"Yeah," Minerva whispered, not having the heart to tell the ginger that while she truly appreciated her, she could always use her mother's affection.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor snatched a clipboard Martha-clone was holding, "There's carbon monoxide, hydrocarbons, nitrogen oxides but 10% unidentified," she explained while he looked it over, "Some sort of artificial heavy element we can't trace. You ever seen anything like it?"
"Must be something the Sontarans invented. This isn't just poison, they need this gas for something else. What could that be?"
"Launch grid online and active," called Captain Price.
"Positions ladies and gentlemen, Defcon One initiatives in progress," Mace said.
The Doctor looked up from the clipboard, "What?! I told you not to launch!"
"The gas is at 60% density, 80% and people start dying, Doctor. We've got no choice."
"Launching in 60, 59, 58, 57, 56… Worldwide nuclear grid now coordinating. 54, 53..."
"You're making a mistake, Colonel! For once, I hope the Sontarans are ahead of you," the Doctor was trying very hard not to yell at the moment. But his mind drifted to his Clever Girl who was currently with the Sontarans and well...it added to his struggle.
Captain Price was reading off a screen, "North America, online. United Kingdom, online. France, online. India, online. Pakistan, online. China, online. North Korea, online. All systems locked and coordinated. Launching in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5..."
"God save us," Mace mumbled.
"...4, 3, 2, 1... "
Martha-clone simply pressed 'No' on her PDA.
"..0."
And the screen shut off.
"What is it? What happened? Did we launch? Well, did we?" Mace asked with concern.
"Negative, sir. The launch codes have been wiped, sir. It must be the Sontarans."
"Can we override it?"
"Trying it now, sir."
"Missiles wouldn't even dent that ship, so why are the Sontarans so keen to stop you?" the Doctor turned to Martha-clone, "Any ideas?"
"How should I know?" Martha-clone asked, innocently.
But their conversation was cut short by Ross's voice coming through a radio, alerting them Sontarans had infiltrated the factory, "Enemy within! At arms! Greyhound 40 declaring absolute emergency. Sontarans within factory grounds, east corridor grid six."
"Absolute emergency, declaring Code Red. All troops, Code Red!" Mace answered through his radio.
"Get them out of there!" the Doctor shouted to the Colonel.
"All troops, open fire!" Mace just ignored him and gave the order.
~ 0 ~
Ross and the soldiers opened fire but their guns only clicked. Ross spoke into his radio again, "The guns aren't working. Inform all troops, standard weapons do not work."
The Sontarans started shooting at the soldiers, making them fall to the ground dead while others screamed.
"Tell the Doctor it's that Cordolaine signal. He's the only one who can stop them," Ross said before he prepared to be shot as well.
Just as the Sontarans moved to shoot him, the blue light rushed in front of Ross, creating a barrier that blocked the firing.
"It's cold..." Rows shivered, hugging himself as the cold engulfed the area around him.
The Sontarans, displeased their shooting wasn't working, shot more and more with strength. But before their eyes Ross faded away...
~ 0 ~
"Greyhound 40, report. Over. Greyhound 40, report. Greyhound 40, report!" Mace repeatedly commanded from his radio.
"He wasn't Greyhound 40, his name was Ross. Now listen to me, and GET THEM OUT OF THERE!" the Doctor had lost his patience with the man.
"Trap One to all stations. Retreat," Mace finally gave the order, " Order imperative, immediate retreat!"
"Sir?" they heard behind them.
Mace and the Doctor turned around to see Ross standing in front of them, still shivering from the cold, "I have no idea how I ended here..." the man informed.
"The light..." the Doctor mumbled, "...a blue light, yes?" Ross nodded, "What is it? What is that thing!?" he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"She's trying to return..." Ross shivered.
"It talks!?" the Doctor groaned, one additional thing he didn't know how to explain, wonderful.
"It doesn't talk, it...I don't even know," Ross gave up on the explanation, "Just hums...
"They've taken the factory," Mace declared, bringing them back to the situation.
"Why? They don't need it. Why attack now? What are they up to?" the Doctor couldn't take more mysteries, "Times like this, I could do with the Brigadier. No offence," he turned away as he thought some more, still occasionally glancing at Ross who was now sat in an office with a blanket around him.
"None taken. Sir Alistair's a fine man, if not the best. Unfortunately he's stranded in Peru," Mace spoke, oblivious to the Doctor's distraction.
"Launch grid back online," Captain Price called.
The computer screen in front turned on to show a map of the world. But yet again, Martha-clone pressed 'No Launch' on her PDA and the screen went black again.
"They're inside the system, sir. It's coming from within UNIT itself," Captain Price sighed
"Trace it. Find out where it's coming from, and quickly. Gas levels?" Mace asked.
"66% in major population areas. And rising."
"Why are they defending the factory only after we were inside?"
"Because they wanted UNIT here. You gave them something they needed. Something now hidden inside the factory. Something precious," the Doctor informed, now eyeing Martha-clone.
"Then we've got to recover it. This Cordolaine signal thing, how does it work?"
"The bullets. It causes expansion of the copper shell."
"Excellent. I'm on it," Mace stood up and left.
"For the billionth time, you can't fight Sontarans!" the Doctor followed him out to, but stopped at a near officer and spoke quietly so Martha-clone wouldn't hear, " Phone. Have you got a phone? I need your mobile, quickly, hurry up!"
~ 0 ~
Donna watched Minerva walk back into the console room holding a several books in her arms. While they waited for the Doctor to begin the mysterious plan, Minerva had gone off into the corridors for a good fifteen minutes and now suddenly she returned with books.
"Minerva, what are you doing?" Donna raised an eyebrow.
Minerva sheepishly smiled as she took a seat on the console chairs, "I thought I'd continue the search for Kaeya in the meantime we had to wait."
"Really?" Donna laughed, "Only you!"
"Well, it's better than wasting time."
"So what do you got so far?" Donna curiously asked. She hadn't actually joined the search for the princess, she wouldn't know how anyways. She'd instead focused on anything the Doctor needed concerning the crystal in Minerva's heart.
"Bit of a rash theory, actually," Minerva sighed.
"What is it?" Donna noticed the sudden change in Minerva's attitude.
"Can you not tell the Doctor, though?" Minerva made sure before she spoke, "I don't want to bring anything that I'm not sure about yet."
"I won't say anything," Donna promised.
"Okay, so, the Doctor told me a story Zohar told him in the shop. He said Zohar mentioned that the ancestors of the Moontsays met a group of banished Time Lords, and she said that they'd gotten together to build what the Monsoon used to be."
"Okay, got you so far," Donna nodded.
"Well, I just got to thinking about the origins of the Monsoon so I started to dig through and I came up with very vague details. It's weird because...the more I look, the more I think that the information is being...hidden."
"Hidden?" Donna frowned, "What? Like purposely hidden?"
"It wouldn't be surprising," Minerva shrugged, "It's like the Time Lords. The Doctor's shown me some books in the library, only the covers though. It's got loads of information of his people and the planet, but it's information that was kept away from the public eye. The Doctor keeps to that tradition even from me."
"Really? Not even you?" Donna couldn't help doubt Minerva's words, "But you just batter your eyes and he'll do anything you want."
Minerva smiled, "I haven't tried that with those books and I won't. It's a tradition for him, something sacred. I'm not allowed to see it. So, it got me thinking that the Moontsays could've done that with some of their history. I mean, if they built the Monsoon with Time Lords it's possible they could've come to share some customs."
"Okay, but...I don't understand...what's the problem, then?"
Minerva took a deep breath, "Donna, what I've been thinking is a bit impossible but the more I look into stuff like the miraculous recovery of the Monsoon queen, and then the sudden 'no pictures' of her afterwards, lead me to believe it may not be so impossible..."
"And that would be?"
"The injuries Kaeya had, the ones I saw, they looked impossible to recover from, her mother recovered from a terminal illness with no explanation, their history is being hidden, the ultimate myth of the Moontsays..." Minerva looked at Donna, now complete serious, "...what if...what if the ancestors of the Moontsays not only shared customs with the Time Lords but ab-"
But they were interrupted when the cellphone rang, Minerva quickly forgetting the conversation as she answered,putting it on speaker, "What's happened, where are you?" she quickly asked.
"Still on Earth. But don't worry, I've got my secret weapon," the Doctor replied, Minerva already knowing he was wearing a wide smirk on his face.
"What's that?" Donna asked.
"My Clever Girl and her ginger sister, of course."
Minerva and Donna exchanged a glance, Donna shaking her head, "Oh. Somehow that's not making me happy. Can't you just zap us down to Earth with that remote thing?"
"Yeah, I haven't got a remote, though I really should. But I need you on that ship. That's why I made them move the TARDIS. Minerva, I'm really sorry, but you've got to go outside."
"But there's Sonterruns out there," Donna reminded, her terror beginning to rise.
"Sontarans, but they'll all be on battle stations right now. They don't walk around having coffee. I can talk you through it."
"But what if they find us?"
"I know, and I wouldn't ask, but there's nothing else I can do. The whole planet is choking."
Minerva took Donna's hand and sighed, "It's okay, we'll do it. What d'you need us to do, Martian?"
"The Sontarans are inside the factory which means they've got a teleport link with the ship, but they'll have deadlocked it. I need you to reopen the link."
"But, I can't even mend a fuse," Donna reminded.
"Donna! Stop talking about yourself like that," the Doctor snapped, "You can do this. I promise."
"I know you can too," Minerva squeezed her hand, "We can be like a partner in crime team."
Donna sighed and let Minerva walk them to the doors where they opened the door to see a Sontaran. Donna quickly closed the door, now more terrified than ever.
"There's a Sonterrun... Sontaran," Donna spoke through the phone.
"Did he see you?" the Doctor quickly asked.
"No, he's got his back to us," Minerva replied.
"Right, listen, remember on the back of his neck is the Probic Vent that knocks them out."
"A what?" Donna asked, a bit behind
"It was on his collar there's a sort of plug, like a hole," Minerva tried to explain it on her own, "If we hit that, we bring him down."
"But he's gonna kill us," Donna whispered.
"I'm sorry. I swear I'm so sorry. But you've got to try," the Doctor spoke softly, his guilt mounting as he thought of what he was asking his Clever Girl to do. He was supposed to deal with his enemies and keep her safe, not the other way around. He truly hoped that blue light would activate again and help the women out as it had before.
Minerva picked up the mallet beside the console and returned to the doors, "Here," she handed it to Donna.
"What? Why me?" she asked, horrified yet still taking the mallet.
"Because you don't believe in yourself and if I try to do it and succeed it won't do anything to your self esteem. So, I want you to do it. Because, I know you can."
Donna looked into Minerva's eyes and was blatantly surprised the woman held so much confidence in her than she herself. She took a deep breath and nodded, going to do this for herself and her sister. Minerva opened the door and looked around to see the coast was clear. Donna stepped out and snuck up behind the Sontaran and hit his probic vent.
"Back of the neck!" Donna cheered as the Sontaran collapsed on the ground.
"I knew you could do it," Minerva closed the door of the TARDIS and spoke into the phone, "Doctor, Donna did it."
"Now then you gotta find the external junction feed to the teleport," he said, a bit better now that half the danger was gone for his Clever Girl.
"What...what's it look like?" Donna asked as she looked around.
"A circular panel on the wall. Big symbol on the front, like a, like a letter T with a horizontal line through it. Or, or two F's back to back."
"Well, there's a door," Minerva walked up to it, seeing a switch on the side, "And I suppose that would be it."
"Yeah there is. But it's Sontaran-shaped, you need three fingers," Donna sighed
Minerva chuckled and wiggled her fingers, "It'll surprise you to know I've got three fingers!'
"Oh, yeah!" Donna laughed with her, her fear was getting in the way of the obvious.
Minerva put her hand on the pattern and opened the door, "We're through, Martian."
"Oh, you are brilliant, you are," the Doctor praised her, even making kissing noises through the phone.
"Thank the Lord he's not here or there would've been a snogging session," Donna shook her head, Minerva blushing as they walked into the new room.
"We don't do that all the time," Minerva tried to defend themselves but Donna just laughed.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor saw Mace returning and had to force himself to say goodbye to the women, "Got to go. Keep the line open! And please be careful, Minerva."
"Same for you, Martian," was her response back.
"Counter-attack!" Mace ordered the room.
"I said you don't stand a chance!" the Doctor walked out of the office he'd been speaking in.
"Positions. That means everyone!" Mace threw him a gas mask.
"You're not going without me!" Martha-clone was right behind the Doctor.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he mumbled.
~ 0 ~
Outside the factory, everyone was wearing gas masks with a thick fog around them. Mace was showing the Doctor a certain gun from their stock.
"Latest firing stock, what do you think, Doctor?"
"Are you my mummy?" the Doctor tilted his head.
"If you could concentrate. Bullets with a rad-steel coating, no copper surface. Should overcome the Cordolaine signal."
"But the Sontarans have got lasers! You can't even see in this fog, the night-vision doesn't work," the Doctor sighed. Seriously, did no one want to listen to him?
"Thank you Doctor, thank you for your lack of faith. But this time, I'm not listening," Mace pulled off his gas mask and addressed the soldiers, "Attention, all troops! Sontarans might think of us as primitive. As does every passing species with an axe to grind. They make a mockery of our weapons, our soldiers, our ideals. But no more! From this point on, it stops. From this point on, the people of Earth fight back and we show them! We show the warriors of Sontar what the human race can do! Trap One to Hawk Major! Go, go, go!"
Everyone looked up as a loud sound emerged from the sky. The fog darted clearing up to allow them to see the Valiant flying above.
"It's working! The area's clearing. Engines to maximum!"
"It's the Valiant..." the Doctor said, pulling off his mask, stunned to see the ship again.
"UNIT Carrier Ship Valiant reporting for duty, Doctor! With engines strong enough to clear away the fog," Mace declared.
"Brilliant," the Doctor mumbled.
"Getting a taste for it, Doctor?"
"No, not at all. Not me."
"Valiant, fire at will!"
Green beans united and we're fired at the factory, at the same time the soldiers attacked the Sontarans and were actually overpowering the aliens.
"East and north secure. Doctor?" Mace turned to the alien then hurried off with the other soldiers.
"Minerva, Donna, hold on. I'm coming," the Doctor was on the phone.
Martha-clone appeared in front of him, "Shouldn't we follow the Colonel?"
"Nah, you and me, Martha Jones. Just like old times! We;l, almost, we're still missing the last one right? Your best friend..." he eyed her for a reaction.
"Right," she nodded a bit later, slow on the reaction. He smiled and hurried off, not seeing her once again stop the nuclear launch.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor and Martha-clone headed down the basement corridor, the sonic leading them into the clone room, "No Sontarans down here. They can't resist a battle. Here we go," he saw Martha, the real Martha, sleeping away and ran to her, "Ooh, Martha, I'm so sorry," he checked for her pulse and thankfully found one, "Still alive."
He heard a clicking sound and looked back to see Martha-clone pointing a gun at him, "Am I supposed to be impressed?" he asked wearily.
"Wish you carried a gun now?" she smirked.
"Not at all."
"I've been stopping the nuclear launch all this time," she declared proudly.
"Doing exactly what I wanted. I needed to stop the missiles, just as much as the Sontarans. I'm not having Earth start an interstellar war. You're a triple agent!"
"When did you know?" her smirk faded, the gun lowering just slightly
"What, you? Oh, right from the start. Reduced iris contraction, slight thinning of the hair follicles on the left temple. And, frankly, you smell. You might as well have worn a T-shirt saying "clone". Although, maybe not in front of Captain Jack. You remember him, don't you? Because you've got all her memories. That's why the Sontarans had to protect her, to keep you inside UNIT. Martha Jones is keeping you alive," and with that he pulled off the device from Martha's head, making the clone drop to the ground in agony. He kicked away the gun and hugged the real Martha, "It's all right. It's all right, I'm here, I'm here. I've got you, got you."
"There was this thing, Doctor, this alien, with this head..." Martha rambled.
The Doctor heard the phone ringing and immediately picked up, "Have you got it yet?"
"Yes. Now hurry up!" Minerva and Donna exclaimed together.
He lifted the phone from his ear a moment, "Yell the same, definitely could be sisters," he mumbled then resumed talking, "Take off the covering. All the blue switches inside, flick them up like a fusebox. And that should get the teleport working."
Martha looked around and around and saw her clone sitting on the ground, panting, "Oh, my God. That's me," she gasped. As the Doctor went to work on the teleport, she approached the clone with caution, sitting beside her.
"Don't touch me!" the clone batted her away.
"It's not my fault. The Sontarans created you. But... you had all my memories."
"You've got a brother, sister, mother and father."
"If you don't help me, they're gonna die."
"You love them."
"Yes. Remember that?"
"The gas! Tell us about the gas," the Doctor shouted from the teleport pod.
"He's the enemy!" the clone shook her head.
"Then tell me. It's not just poison, what's it for? Martha, please!" the real Martha begged.
"Caesofine concentrate. It's one part of Bosteen, two parts Probic 5."
"Clonefeed!" the Doctor realized, "It's clonefeed!"
"What's clonefeed?" the real Martha asked.
"Like amniotic fluid for Sontarans. That's why they're not invading, they're converting the atmosphere. Changing the planet into a clone world. Earth becomes a great big hatchery. Because the Sontarans are clones, that's how they reproduce. Give 'em a planet this big, they'll create billions of new soldiers. That gas isn't poison, it's food!"
"My heart... It's getting slower," the clone put a hand over her heart.
"There's nothing I can do," Martha said sadly.
"In your mind, you've got so many plans. There's so much that you wanna do."
"And I will. Never do tomorrow what you can do today, my mum says. Cause..."
"Cause you never know how long you've got. Martha Jones... All that life."
After dying, the real Martha pulled off her engagement ring from the clone and slid it into her finger.
~ 0 ~
"Doctor," Minerva spoke into the phone, "All Blue switches done," the door behind her and Donna slid open, "Uh oh!" she looked behind to see the Sontarans, "They've found us!"
~ 0~
"Now!" the Doctor pointed the screwdriver at the teleport pod and activated it.
Donna and Minerva appeared in the pod with heavy breathing.
"I hate you!" Donna shouted at the Doctor, a mock glare at him too.
"Yeah, well, I love him!" Minerva quickly ran over to him, greeted by his arms picking her up in a tight hug.
"And I love you," he planted a big kiss on her lips, "But let's bring the TARDIS down too, shall we?" she nodded and got off him so he could use sonic the teleport again and bring the blue box down, "Right, now. Martha, you coming?"
"What about this nuclear launch thing?"
"Just keep pressing N, we want to keep those missiles on the ground."
"But there's... two of them," Donna caught sight of the clone laying on the ground.
"Yeah, long story," the Doctor took Minerva's hand and hurriedly got them all inside the teleport pod, "Here we go. The old team, back together! Well, the new team."
"We're not going back on that ship!" Donna exclaimed
"No, no, no. No. I needed to get the teleport working so that we could get to..." they teleported to Rattigan Academy, "...here! The Rattigan Academy, owned by..."
Luke was aiming a gun at them, "Don't tell anyone what I did! It wasn't my fault, the Sontarans lied to me, they..."
The Doctor rolled his eyes and snatched away the gun, "If I see one more gun..." he threw it away.
"You know, that coat, sort of works," Donna remarked on Martha, the woman wearing the Doctor's trench coat over her hospital-type gown.
"Feel like a kid in my dad's clothes," Martha shook her head.
Minerva laughed, "Well it looks adorable on you."
~ 0 ~
The Doctor was assembling a device from things around Luke's laboratory, rambling on in the meantime, "That's why the Sontarans had to stop the missiles, they were holding back. Because, caesofine gas is volatile, that's why they had to use you to stop the nuclear attack. Ground-to-air engagement could've sparked off the whole thing."
"What, like set fire to the atmosphere?" Minerva asked, looking out the window.
"Yeah. They need all the gas intact to breed their clone army. And all the time we had Luke here in his dream factory. Planning a little trip, were we?"
"They promised me a new world," Luke said quietly, ashamed of his actions.
"You were building equipment, ready to terraform El Mondo Luko so that humans could live there and breathe the air with this! An atmospheric converter," and he ran out of the room with the device, the others rushing behind him.
They stood outside the academy, watching the thick gas overtaking the entire city.
"That's London. You can't even see it. My family's in there," Donna sighed.
"If I can get this on the right setting..."
"Doctor, hold on, you said the atmosphere would ignite," Martha blinked.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" the Doctor pressed a button on the device and a bright flame shot up into the sky, igniting it, "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please..." he crossed his fingers.
The sky was engulfed in a great orange flame that quickly disappeared and reverted to its natural, blue and green color.
"He's a genius!" Luke gasped.
"Just brilliant," Minerva smiled.
"Now we're in trouble!" the Doctor picked up the device and ran back into the building.
The group followed him back into Luke's laboratory, seeing the Doctor inside the teleport pod with the converter, "Right, so... Donna, thank you. For everything. Martha, you too. Oh... so many times. Luke, do something clever with your life. Minerva I..." he couldn't finish when he saw the woman's face.
She was nearly to tears once she realized what he was going to do, "Don't you dare."
"Sontarans are never defeated. They'll be getting ready for war. And, well, you know, I've recalibrated this for Sontaran air, so... "
"Yeah, you're gonna ignite them. That's just so you," she shook her head, "And then you'll kill yourself. And then I'll be alone...good plan, Martian," he winced at the cold tone used on his nickname.
"Just send that thing up, on it's own. I don't know... put it on a delay," Martha suggested, moving to her best friend's side.
"I can't," the Doctor sighed.
"Why not?" Donna frowned, how could he do this when someone much more important needed his help, someone who actually mattered than those stupid Sontarans.
"I've got to give them a choice," the Doctor said, yearning for a look from his Clever Girl. If he could just get one last look of her then...then perhaps he could go a little easier.
"You can't do that!" Martha nearly shouted, anger rising as she knew Minerva would never be angry for her Martian doing something noble, "You want to go and leave Minerva alone when she needs you the most? What the hell are we supposed to do with the crystal inside her heart!?"
"What?" Minerva whispered, her eyes wide.
"MARTHA!" the Doctor yelled, now furious at the woman.
"Oops," Martha covered her mouth. That hadn't been her intention, to just reveal something that serious to Minerva under these circumstances. But...perhaps if she knew now, the Doctor wouldn't leave her like that.
"What's inside my heart?" Minerva's hand flung over her chest, "Doctor?"
"Minerva I am so sorry," Martha turned to her, "I didn't mean to blurt that out!"
"What's wrong with me? What's gonna happen? Is that why I've been having all these problems lately!?" Minerva was now frantic as she thought of all the brief moments she felt like she wasn't herself, all the cold flashes, radical emotions, chest pains, etc.
Luke looked from the women to the Doctor, the empathy he for Minerva gnawing at his head. He'd done so much bad that...he felt like this could kinda make it up, and it could help the only person who seemed to understand him.
So...he ran for the teleport.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor had time only to ask when Luke pushed him out of the pod.
"Something clever," he activated the teleport and disappeared along with the converter. He found himself inside the Sontaran ship, anger burning inside him, "Liars! Sontar? Ha!" he pushed the button of the converter.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor stared helplessly at the teleport pod and the Clever Girl. Martha and Donna were on either side of her, comforting her as she wept quietly.
"Minerva..." he stepped towards her.
She looked up, her green eyes tainted with redness from her tears, "Did you know?" she asked, her voice scratchy as well, "Did you know there was a...crystal, in my heart this whole time?"
He sighed, nodding his head. There was no point in lying to her anymore, at this rate he'd only hurt her even more.
"And you never said?" her voice broke, "What's the matter with you!?" she snapped and shook off her best friend and ginger sister before walking out the room.
"Minerva!" he called after her, "Minerva!"
But she kept going.
~ 0 ~
Donna sat at her kitchen table with Wilf, awaiting for the Doctor and Minerva to give her a call. The two were in the box, currently shouting at each other as they argued. She felt awful for leaving the two alone but the Doctor insisted he'd work it out with Minerva. She felt partly guilty for the revelation. She was the one that told Martha about it when she shouldn't have. It was the Doctor's job and certainly not hers.
Sylvia entered the kitchen with shopping bags and set them on the counter, "The streets are half-empty. People still aren't driving. There's kids on bikes all over the place, it's wonderful. Unpack that lot, I'm gonna see if Suzette's all right," she left the kitchen after that.
"I won't tell her any of your trips," Wilf said quietly, "Best not. Just keep it as our little secret, eh?"
"Yeah," Donna nodded.
"And you go with those two, that wonderful Doctor and Minerva. You go and see the stars. And then bring a bit of 'em back, for your old Gramps."
She nodded and stood up, kissing his head, "Love you."
~ 0 ~
Martha was awaiting on the street, several feet away from the TARDIS, feeling plain awful. She could hear the shouts coming from the box. This was truly her fault. She had been trusted with a great secret and she blurted it out to her best friend. How could she? She'd just caused the biggest argument between her favorite people.
"Hey," Donna walked towards her, sighing when she saw the TARDIS doors still closed, "How is it?" she nodded to the box.
"Pretty bad, there's non-stop shouting..." Martha shook her head, "And it's all my fault."
"Don't say that."
"Donna, you trusted me with something important, something about my best friend, and look what I did? I just complicated the Doctor's job and hurt Minerva. They're arguing because I didn't know how to keep my mouth shut!"
"You were only trying to remind the Doctor why he had to stay. It just slipped. It could've happened to anyone," Donna pointed out. Thinking on it, it probably could've happened to her as well.
What the Doctor had tried to do for the Sontarans was good and noble, no doubt, but he was forgetting the one person that was actually important to him. He was in such a rush that he didn't even stop to consider what exactly would happen with Minerva and her condition if he truly died along with the Sontarans. Who would have helped her on Earth?
"Not you, not the Doctor. I messed up," Martha looked at the TARDIS, "And it brought great consequences."
~ 0 ~
"How could you? How could you keep something that big from me!?" Minerva shouted, her face stained with all the tears she'd cried so far. She stood in front of the Doctor, both beside the console, arguing and arguing...
"I didn't want to worry you!" the Doctor insisted, trying to reach for her but she kept walking around the console to keep him away from her.
"Oh well this turned out to be much better!" she spun around to face his direction, "I'm certainly feeling all better now, how about you?"
"Minerva, you had too much on your plate, okay? You had your mum and Marisol to deal with. Then you had your dad and his illness. I wasn't gonna tell you, you had a crystal lodged inside your heart if there was nothing I could do with it in the mean time!"
"I had a right to know! This concerned my heart, my body, my life. You had the obligation to tell me!"
"And then what? You would've cried, you would've been terrified of what was going to happen. You were going to ask what I could do, what could be done," the Doctor swallowed hard, his shouts fading as he spoke softer, "And then I would have to look you in the eye and tell you I couldn't do anything to help you."
Minerva shook her head, "I still had the right to know. I've been feeling so many things lately and knowing this, the crystal, it would've helped me sleep better."
"No, it wouldn't have," the Doctor said, genuinely sure of his words, "I know you like the back of my hand. I don't want to sound rude-"
"Said by the man who lied," she spat.
The Doctor took a breath before he shouted again and started over, "I don't want to sound rude but you don't have the perfect emotional health at the moment," at that she looked away from him, no argument about that subject coming to mind when she knew it was true, "You've been dealing with a lot of stuff with your family and I was afraid that if I told you about the crystal...you'd finally break."
"No, I would've been able to handle it," she spoke normally though her voice broke.
"No, you really wouldn't have," the Doctor shook his head.
"You can't know what I can and can't handle. I had a right to know from the very start, which, by the way, I'm curious to know when exactly that was."
"It doesn't matter..."
"Yes it does. For once, it matters to me! Tell me right now!"
"...after our last Christmas," the Doctor answered quietly, hearing her gasp, "I ran some tests after we left your grandmother. The way you came back to life, it...it was impossible. The blue light? That and the crystal are connected, I don't know how, but it is. Together they brought you back to me," he stepped towards her but sighed when she moved back.
"You knew all this time...and you didn't tell me anything," she whispered, looking to the side, "From the very start of our relationship...you knew. All that time, all those dates, those special moments we spent together..." she looked at him with watery eyes again, "...the first time we said 'I love you' to each other...you were still lying," she burst into sobs as she came to the realization, "You were always lying to me!"
"No," he walked up to her and tried to hug her but she shook him off and moved as far away as she could from him.
"Yes, you were," she sniffled, "And if you were lying about something as important as my own health...you could've been lying about other things too."
"That is not...no...no, NO," the Doctor rose in volume as he realized she thought the moment he declared her love for her was also a lie, "I did NOT lie about loving you, about anything of our relationship. I love you and I will be damned if you doubt that. Look, I was just trying to keep you away from all this pain. I was working to figure it out, I was waiting for Kaeya to arrive and help me. She's the only one that can remove it without harming you. We have to wait..."
"And that was so hard to tell me?" she raised an eyebrow, "You couldn't tell me that instead of lying?"
"I didn't want to hurt you, why won't you understand that?"
"It's hard to believe that once you've lied," she crossed her arms, "Puts everything in doubt."
"Even love? It makes you doubt my love for you?" he gritted his teeth in frustration, "You're clever, you really don't see how much I love you? You're looking at this in the wrong way-"
"No, don't you make this my problem," she pointed, "You chose to lie to me, you created this whole problem, you! You even went ahead and told Donna and Martha instead of me, your girlfriend, the one that's actually affected."
"Minerva, you're letting your anger blind you to the-"
But she wouldn't listen anymore. She shook her head and looked at the doors, shouting, "Martha! Donna!"
A moment later, Martha and Donna cautiously entered the TARDIS, "Hey..." Martha nervously greeted.
"How's it going in here?" Donna asked.
"When did you know?" Minerva demanded from them.
"Huh?" both women frowned with confusion.
"When did you know about this crystal?"
"Oh, um," Donna looked at the Doctor who nodded for her to say, "It was during the Orient Express."
"Oh, so you've been lying too," Minerva nodded and moved onto Martha, "And you?"
"Today..." Martha replied, "...Donna told me earlier."
"Okay, a little better than those two...we're you planning on saying something? Or were you gonna lie about it like the Doctor?"
"He wasn't lying," Martha quickly said, already half guessing the ideas Minerva had forged in her mind, "If I know him he was trying to protect you from additional pain that you didn't need. Are you really gonna be mad at that? Cause-"
But the doors of the TARDIS shut, the box shaking wildly all of a sudden and sending everyone to the floor.
"What's going on!?" Donna yelled as she fell back against the doors.
"What? What!?" the Doctor fell beside his jar with his hand inside.
"Doctor, don't you dare!" Minerva shouted, hanging onto the console, "You won't get yourself out of this with a smooth talk and a nice trip!"
"No, no, no! I didn't touch anything! We're in flight but it's not me!"
"Where are we going?" Donna called.
"I don't know, it's out of control!"
Doctor, just listen to me! You take me home, take me home right now!" Martha yelled. As much as she loved the travels and the adventures, she really preferred staying home. Plus, she'd rather leave Minerva and the Doctor to have some time alone and fix things.
"You can add me to the list!" Minerva added, leaving everyone with wide eyes and shocked faces, "I want to go home!" she angrily declared.
Author's Note:
Yikes! That's quite a disagreement, huh? Wonder what'll happen next...
For reviews:
I think Minerva was more than upset she wasn't told about the crystal .-. I mean, I don't think she's actually 'angry, angry' like she's portraying and instead is more...hurt? That makes sense, right? Like, she's just hurt that she was basically the last to find out about something directly affecting her and her only? I've got some thing's in store for season 5 as well lol promise it won't be boring!
Girl power am I right? The clever girl, the best friend and the ginger sister! The Doctor's Daughter? Hm, honestly not my favorite episode, but now that I rewrote it's not looking too shabby lol hopefully you'll like it :)
As will I, we'll both go down with our ships ^.^
Omg I've never seen Charlie's Angel's but I think that would be fun to see xD. And actually, I think I'll be holding off on the ship name until a bit later where I'll be asking for one choice that'll help me decide how I'll come up with the ship name. There's a couple chapters later on that'll define the future for Minerva and the Doctor so I think it's best to wait until that :)
I have presented the rest of it lol I've updated!
So for the next chapter we get Jenny...in-between an argument? Uh oh .-.
Until next time! :)