Hello readers! I think that is time for another update! I am feeling generous, so I wrote a little more this time. Enjoy!

"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop. I like a little shop." Said the Doctor, pointing to the gift shop in the lobby.

"Never mind that." Martha scolded. "What are Judoon?"

Seeing his disappointment, I patted his head. "They're like police. Well, police for hire. More like interplanetary thugs."

"And they brought us to the moon?"

"Neutral territory. According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it. That rain, lightning? That was them, using an H20 scoop."

I sigh and turn to him, whispering in his ear. "You know you sound like a nutter, right?"

"Do I?"

"Just a little." I nod.

Not noticing our quick exchange, Martha says, "What are you on about, galactic law?" I gave the Doctor a look. "Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest?" I smiled when she asked, "Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"

"No, but I like that." He smiled. "Good thinking. No, I wish it were that simple. They're making a catalogue. That means they're after something non human, which is very bad news for me."

"Why?" The Doctor and I gave her a look. "Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous." I shrugged. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Let's get moving." I said.

*time break*

Soon we all found ourselves in the Admin office. The Doctor was tapping away on a computer while Martha and I were on the look out for Judoon.

I turn around when I hear the sonic buzz and walk over to the Doctor. I stood on the opposite side of the table, on the left side of the computer. "Find anything?"

"Not yet." He said, extremely focused.

After a couple seconds of awkward silence (for me at least) I spoke up. "So… what do you think of her?"

"Who?" he replied, his eyes glued the screen.

"Martha."

The Doctor stops what he's doing and looks at me. "What do you mean?"

I glance at Martha, making sure she wasn't listening in. "Well… she's really… smart you know."

At this point his arms are crossed and he's leaning over the table. "Yeah."

"And, resourceful."

"Yes."

"And… wants to see more in life."

"Where is this going?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"It's just. Um. She would be a great-"

Before I finished my sentence, Martha walked over and said, "They've reached the third floor." Noticing the strange device in the Doctor's hand, she tilted her head in curiosity. "What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver." He replied casually.

A little upset, Martha said, "Well if you're not going to answer me properly."

The Doctor seemed confused at her reaction. "No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look." He held it up so Martha could properly look at it.

"It's good for assembling cabinets." I said smart-arse-ely. Yeah.

"Oi!"

"What else have you got, a laser spanner?" asked Martha, joining in with the joking.

But knowing the Doctor, of course he's going to be absolutely oblivious to this. "I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman. Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon."

"Nice." I commented.

"Thanks. Because Kitten and I were just traveling past."

"You might as well call me Katherine now."

Unfazed, the Doctor continued. "I swear, we were just wandering. We weren't looking for trouble, honestly, we weren't, but I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that's a plasma coil. Been building up for two days now, so we checked in. I thought something was going on inside. It turns out the plasma were the Judoon up above." By this time, the Doctor was back to working the computer.

"But what were they looking for?" Martha questioned.

"Something that looks human-"

"But isn't." I finished for human.

"That's freaky." She said, looking between us.

"What?" the Doctor and I asked.

"Nothing." she said with a smile. "So they're looking for something like you?"

"Like me, but not me." He replied.

"Haven't they got a photo?"

"Well, it might be a shape-changer."

"You mean shape-shifter?" I asked with a smirk.

"Same difference."

"That doesn't make sense."

"It does, you just don't get it."

I looked at Martha for help, but she just smiled and shrugged. "Anyways, whatever it is, can't you just leave Judoon to find it?"

"Good thinking, but…" I pointed to the Doctor.

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

"All of us?" Martha said, slightly shocked.

"Oh yes. If we can find this thing first. Oh! You see, they're thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that's clever." The Doctor ranted.

"What are we looking for?" Martha and I got a closer look at the computer.

"I don't know." He said.

Before he could continue, I said. "Hold on! Did you just say 'I don't know?'"

"Shut up." He said sheepishly. "Let's see… any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a backup."

"Just keep working." Martha said. "I'll go ask Mister Stoker. He might know."

My hands gripped the desk tightly. Before Martha left, I called out. "Martha!" she turned to me.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

"Yeah." She said with a smile.

When she left, I walked away from the desk and sat on a nearby chair, having my back too the Doctor. Mr. Stoker. I didn't even think about him. Yet another person I couldn't save. Trust me, I didn't like Lance, but he shouldn't of had died.

"Kitty?"

I turned around in my chair so I was facing the Doctor. He had a quizzical look on his face. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" I nodded. "I just restored the backup. I'm going to go find Martha, okay?"

I barely registered what he just said, so I nodded once again. "Just, stay here."

C'mon Katherine. Pull yourself together. It's not like you can save them. That would most likely cause a paradox, or something else might kill them to put time on the right track. You're just doing what you have to.

I got up and looked at the desk, about to tell the Doctor that we should check on Martha when I noticed that he wasn't there. "Did he?"

Hold on. If he left… I heard someone start to open the door, so I hid behind the desk. I took a peek to confirm it was who I thought it was. Bad mistake.

And now I'm unconscious. Great.

By the way, I'm sorry about the delay for updating. I didn't really know when to end this chapter so it just went on and on and on. Anyways.

ATTENTION SUPERNATURAL FANS! After this story is over, I am planning on trying a Supernatural fanfiction with a new OC. Don't worry, it isn't a Mary Sue. Also, there is no romance. Dude, she's twelve.

As for Sherlock… I think that I'll delete it and upload it again later, when I actually decide if I can write Sherlock fanfiction.

Till Next Chapter!

Natalie