Tyra walked into the orthopaedic ward of the hospital after slipping out for a bit while the Doctor faked sleep. As soon as she entered, she saw a group of people in lab coats surrounding the Doctor's hospital bed. Why he had decided to actually check-in and not just hang around, Tyra didn't know. Especially with the small issue of him having two hears. But then again… he couldn't have persuaded her into admitting since she was just as likely to get noticed. Maybe not quite as likely but then again, her heartbeat was noticeably slower than that of a Human. It was enough to raise suspicion at the very least.
"Now then, Mister Smith," Doctor Stoker nodded as Tyra joined the Doctor, sitting down in the chair that was waiting for her. She only knew the doctor's name because he was the one who had examined the Doctor yesterday "A very good morning to you. How are you today?"
The Doctor who had been looking at Tyra with a raised eyebrow turned to face the man "Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, blah." He grimaced as he said that.
Stoker turned to the group with him "John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."
A dark-skinned woman who had actually introduced herself to Tyra when they bumped into each other earlier, walked forward "That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" Tyra stood up when the medical student went to stand on the side she was sitting, retreating a little so she could access the Doctor better.
"Sorry?" the Doctor blinked in confusion.
"On Chancellor Street this morning?" Martha leaned frowned "You came up to me and took your tie off."
Tyra crossed her arms, sending the Doctor a mock frown "Did you sneak out without me again?"
"Ty," the Doctor exclaimed in annoyance before looking up at Martha "I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses. Or Tyra when she stops being a pain."
Tyra grinned, not insulted in the slightest "He was here all night," she assured Martha.
"Well, that's weird," she murmured "Cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?"
"No," the Doctor shook his head, expression saddening "Not anymore. Just me."
Stoke cleared his throat impatiently "As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones."
"Sorry. Right," Martha winced, reaching out to listen to the Doctor's chest. She froze and Tyra pouted a little at the fact that she couldn't see her expression. Her head snapped around, earning a wink from the Doctor.
"I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Stoker shook his head with a disappointed frown.
Martha straightened "Er, I don't know," she stuttered "Stomach cramps?"
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis," Stoker lectured "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." He picked up the chart at the end of the bed, dropping it in shock when he got an electric shock.
"That happened to me this morning," Martha pointed out.
"I had the same thing on the door handle," a young man cut in.
"And me, on the lift," another female medical student, Tyra didn't know the name of, nodded.
Stoker straightened up importantly "That's only to be expected," he shrugged off "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by… Anyone?"
"Benjamin Franklin," the Doctor answered immediately and Tyra barely withheld the groan. She had a feeling of how that would end.
"Correct," Stoker nodded.
The Doctor apparently didn't get the hint to just shut up and continued with a grin "My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite and then I got soaked."
"Quite," Stoker replied, seemingly not sure what to make of the man in front of him.
"And then I got electrocuted," the Doctor finished off.
Stoker sighed "Moving on;" he called, leaning over to one of the students as he was leading them away "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next, we have…"
"Out of curiosity. What would you have done if that med student had said anything?" Tyra asked as soon as they were out of hearing range.
The Doctor waved his hand dismissively "She wouldn't have. Also… I wanted to see how she'd react."
Tyra raised an eyebrow "And the thing about this morning?"
"I don't know," the Doctor shook his head "And I really don't like not knowing. But…" His eyes narrowed at her "Where have you been?"
"Blood bank," she shrugged.
The Doctor closed his eyes for a moment "Please… Please tell me you didn't steal from the blood bank when the Tardis is right outside."
"I'm not going to tell you then," Tyra shrugged, leaning back against the chair.
"Tyra," the Doctor sighed "You could have just gone and grabbed one from the Tardis. What could possibly happen within a few minutes of you being gone?" She gave him a scathing look and gestured to the window on the other side of the bed. While he had been lecturing, it had started to rain… upside-down "Oh."
Tyra crossed her arms with a smug grin "Oh? That's all you have to say?"
"Yes. It's all…" The Doctor grabbed a dressing gown, practically leaping out of the bed "Come on. Let's go and have a look."
"Alright then," Tyra shrugged, following him outside.
The Doctor stopped outside the door, looking up and down the corridor "So… Any idea on where to go there?"
"Maybe," Tyra grinned, rolling her eyes at his lacking sense of direction. Somehow it felt like it had only gotten worse the more time passed "Come on. Let's try this way."
They had just gotten back to the ward after not finding anything unusual apart from the rain when the whole building started to shake. Tyra fell into the Doctor, only being saved from hitting her head against the bedside table by the Doctor's arms wrapped around her waist "Are you okay?" he asked as soon as she found her balance.
Tyra nodded, glancing out of the window "I feel like that's all you've been asking me recently."
"Oh, it is but I worry," he grinned "I'm sure you can think of a way to stop me from being worried."
"Did you notice that we're on the moon yet?" Tyra asked rhetorically, looking out of the window.
The Doctor hummed "I knew there was something going to happen here."
Tyra was about to say something scathing when two medical students hurried inside "Alright now," Martha called out "Everyone back to bed. We've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry."
The Doctor watched her for a moment before drawing the curtain. Tyra raised her eyebrow at him and he shrugged "Normally, I'd suggest you get out but… I'm sure you don't mind watching me change, do you, Tyra? After all, you like me too."
Tyra blushed at the implication and shook her head, leaving the curtained off area to watch the people around her.
"It's real," Martha breathed "It's really real. Hold on." She reached up to open the window in front of her.
The other medical student let out a shout, panic and fear written all over her face "Don't. We'll lose all the air."
"But they're not exactly air-tight," Martha pointed out "If the air was going to get sucked out, it would have happened straight away but it didn't. So how come?"
The Doctor opened the curtain forcefully "Very good point," he remarked, wearing a blue suit. Tyra was internally contemplating whether she preferred the brown over the blue or the blue over the brown… Oh well, both looked pretty good on him. She shook her head and sighed. This was harder than it should be… "Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"
"Martha," she answered, staring at the Doctor in confusion.
The Doctor nodded "And it was Jones, wasn't it?" When she nodded in reply, he moved forward, looking out of the window "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"
"We can't be," the other medical student shook her head hysterically.
"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time," the Doctor dismissed "Martha, what have we got?" He looked around the ward "Is there a balcony on this floor or a veranda or…"
Martha cut him off "By the patients' lounge, yeah."
"See? That's how you be helpful, Ty," the Doctor shot at her with a grin "Fancy going out?"
"Okay," Martha shrugged.
The Doctor raised his eyebrow "We might die."
There was a smile blooming on Martha's face "We might not."
"Good," the Doctor complimented "Come on." Before he turned, he gestured to the still fearful medical student behind Martha "Not her, she'd hold us up." Then the Doctor tilted his head at Tyra "Are you coming too?"
Tyra raised an eyebrow "I thought I wasn't being helpful? But yes, I would like nothing more… Except maybe that trip you promised to Barcelona…"
"You were the one who didn't want to go the last time I offered," the Doctor pointed out as they walked through the hallways after the medical student.
"True," Tyra agreed "But then again. The Olympiad was pretty awesome as well. Until you disappeared that is."
The Doctor huffed "That was not my fault."
"It was a little bit," she told him.
"It was not," the Doctor muttered.
Martha turned around and Tyra was sure she had been listening to every word they had said "We're here." She gestured to the glass doors in front of them.
"Right." The Doctor's attention turned to the doors and went to open them.
The trio stepped out, each breathing in deeply "We've got air," Martha gasped "How does that work?"
"Just be glad it does," the Doctor shot back.
Martha swallowed heavily, staring out toward the Earth "I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really, really…"
The Doctor glanced over at her curiously "You okay?"
"Yeah," Martha nodded, not very convincingly.
Tyra raised her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side "You sure about that?"
"Yeah."
"Want to go back in?" the Doctor offered.
Martha snorted "No way. I mean, we could die any minute but all the same, it's beautiful."
The Doctor smiled lightly "Do you think?"
"How many people want to go to the moon?" she pointed out excitedly "And here we are."
"Standing in the Earthlight," the Doctor murmured, wrapping his arm around Tyra's waist to pull her against his side.
Martha turned to look at them "What do you think happened?"
"What do you think?" the Doctor retorted.
"Extra-terrestrial," Martha replied instantly "It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad but these days? That spaceship flying over Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things. I had a cousin… Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."
The Doctor's arm tightened "I'm sorry."
"Yeah," Martha breathed, once again staring out onto the surface of the moon.
"We were there," the Doctor spoke up after a moment of silence "In the battle."
Martha once again turned towards us "I promise you, Mister Smith… And I don't know your name."
"Tyra," Tyra introduced herself "Tyra Mikaelson."
"Alright, then," Martha nodded "I promise you both, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."
The Doctor winced and scratched the back of his head "It's not Smith. That's no my real name."
Martha raised her eyebrow "Who are you, then?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Me too, if I can pass my exams," Martha sighed "What is it then, Doctor Smith?"
The Doctor sighed, more than used to people questioning him about his name "Just the Doctor."
"How do you mean, just the Doctor?"
"Just the Doctor," he agreed.
Martha raised her eyebrows "What, people call you the Doctor?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm not," Martha shook her head "As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."
Tyra leaned closer to the Doctor with a teasing grin "Ooh. Good luck with earning your own name back."
"Shush," the Doctor mumbled "Well, I'd better make a start, then. Let's have a look." He knelt down to pick up a small rock "There must be some sort of…" He threw the rock as hard as he could, causing it to bounce off of something a few meters out "Forcefield keeping the air in."
Martha leaned forward "But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?"
"How many people in this hospital?"
"I don't know," Martha shrugged "A thousand?"
The Doctor's face was set "One thousand people suffocating," he stated grimly.
Martha gasped "Why would anyone want to do that?"
Tyra jerked when, all of a sudden, the deafening noise of several spaceships landing broke the peacefulness "Head's up," the Doctor warned "Ask them yourself."
Three massive columnar spaceships passed overhead, landing a little outside the forcefield. As soon as they spaceships had landed, some kind of beings came stomping out in military formation "Aliens," Martha exclaimed, sounding a mix between excited and scared "That's aliens. Real, proper aliens."
"Judoon," the Doctor muttered before running back inside.
Tyra glanced down to where the Humans were huddled together in a panic as the Judoon passed through the forcefield and into the hospital. The people started screaming, running and hiding behind chairs in the waiting area. What appeared to be the leader took off his helmet, revealing the two-horned rhino that the Doctor had described when explaining to her about the Judoon "Blos so folt do no cro blos cos so ro." The other Judoon drew their weapons, pointing them at the scared Humans.
One of the medical students who had been in the Doctor's room earlier, straightened up nervously "Er, we are citizens of planet Earth. We welcome you in peace." The lead Judoon pushed him against the wall, shining a blue light into his mouth "Please don't hurt me. I was just trying to help. I'm sorry, don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."
"Language assimilated," the Judoon nodded after playing the recording back and plugging the device into his armour "Designation Earth English. You will be catalogued." He once again shone the light into the man's face "Category Human. Catalogue all suspects." The Judoon drew a cross on the medical student's hand before moving on.
Tyra turned to look at the Doctor, waiting to see what he would do but his attention was on something else "Oh, look," he grinned "You've got a little shop. I like a little shop."
Martha raised her eyebrow at him "Never mind that," she hissed "What are Judoon?"
"They're like police," the Doctor explained, running a hand through his already messy hair "Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs."
Tyra leaned against the flowerpot lightly "And I'm guessing they brought us here with that rain… You said something earlier but – Well, I didn't listen. Although… Doc, if they catalogue Human…?"
"Why are we on the moon?" Martha asked before Tyra could finish her sentence.
"Neutral territory," the Doctor shrugged, squeezing Tyra's hand lightly "According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth and they isolated it. That rain, lightning? Like Tyra said… It was them, using an H2O scoop."
Martha stared at him as if he was crazy "What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"
"No, but I like that," the Doctor murmured, sounding slightly impressed with the girl "Good thinking." Then he sighed and shook his head "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."
"I told you," Tyra coughed.
Martha looked from Tyra to the Doctor and back. This repeated a couple of times before she let out a breath "Why?" When the Doctor looked at her seriously, she snorted "Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that."
"Come on then," the Doctor waved, tugging Tyra over by the hand he was still holding.
As they continued hurrying through the corridors, Tyra licked her lips nervously "What are you going to do?"
"We're going to look for the non-Human right now," he explained hurriedly "Hopefully we can find them before…"
Tyra glanced behind her "Do you want me to distract them?"
"No," the Doctor snapped before shaking his head, slower "Sorry… No." He glanced at a sign that said 'Admin office' and pushed her inside, going to work on the computer with his sonic.
Martha entered the room as well, panting a little "They've reached the third floor." She frowned at the device in the Doctor's hand "What's that thing?"
"Sonic screwdriver," the Doctor shrugged.
"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly," Martha huffed.
The Doctor looked up in confusion "No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver and it's sonic."
"Not many people are impressed by a screwdriver, Doctor," Tyra grinned "I don't think that's going to change."
He pouted lightly "But you… You like it, don't you, Ty?"
Tyra rolled her eyes "Well, I'm going to have to, don't I? With all of the times, that thing got us out of trouble."
"That's not very nice."
"Have you got a laser spanner as well?" Martha asked, once again cutting into their conversation. Not that Tyra could blame her. She knew that the Doctor and she had the habit of going on a bit.
The Doctor's pout came back immediately "I did but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman…" He hit the computer harshly "Oh, this computer. The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon…" The Doctor tilted his head in exasperation "Because we were just travelling past. I swear, we were just wandering. I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn'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 I checked in. I thought something was going on inside…"
"You don't have to look at me," Tyra held up her hands "I knew exactly that this was going to turn into a mess. Things normally do around you."
"They do not," he exclaimed.
Tyra crossed her arms "Do too."
"Are you two done acting like two-year-olds?" Martha crossed her arms, looking faintly amused "What are they looking for?"
The Doctor ran a hand through his hair again "Something that looks Human but isn't."
"Like you, apparently," Martha pointed out before looking to Tyra "Are you alien as well?"
Tyra shook her head "I was born on Earth." She closed her eyes for a moment before looking up at the Doctor "I really think now would be a good idea to go and make that distraction. They're coming closer."
"I don't want you to put yourself into danger, Tyra," the Doctor explained.
"Does that really matter right now?" Tyra demanded quietly "You are the one who normally cares about Humans and… Well, about everyone really. They could die if we don't do anything." She licked her lips "Yes, I might have made a mistake when just running off at Torchwood but…"
He whirled around, grabbing her shoulders "I don't care about that… I care about you. You're constantly putting yourself in danger and I don't like seeing you get hurt."
"This might be our only option though…" Tyra trailed off.
Martha bit her lip "What are we looking for anyway?"
"I don't know," the Doctor sighed, still locked in a staring match with Tyra "Say, any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms." He whiled back to the computer after relaxing his shoulder and looking away "Maybe there's a back-up," he mumbled.
"Just keep working," Martha nodded "I'll go ask Mister Stoker. He might know."
"I'll come with you," Tyra said.
The Doctor's head snapped around, knowing exactly what she planned "Tyra…"
"Don't even try," she shook her head "I know why you're doing this, Doctor, I really do. But I won't have you treating me like I'm made out of glass all of a sudden." She squared her shoulders "If you feel like you can't do that, then I don't know if…"
He reached out "Ty…"
"We'll talk about this later," Tyra sighed, running a hand through her hair.
He closed his eyes for a moment "Be careful, alright? Don't let them catch you…"
"I won't," Tyra promised, squeezing his arm before following Martha out of the door "So, where did you see them last?"
Martha frowned "You're really going after them?"
"Yup," Tyra nodded "So… Where?" Martha pointed her in a direction opposite of where they had been going in "Thanks."
Tyra sped up as soon as she was sure that Martha was far enough away, running through the corridors toward the loud footsteps that she could hear. She slowed down as soon as they came into view, mingling around with the Humans. She was curious whether she would be classed as Human or not… If they suspected her, she could just run away and stay away from them, after all. What was the harm?
One of the Judoon reached out for her, pressing her against the wall to scan her. The lead Judoon looked down at the device for one tense moment before nodding "Human."
Tyra let out a small sigh before allowing them to pass. She faded around a corner before speeding back up again, burring around the Judoon, making a couple of them stumble as she pushed them to the side "Halt," the leader demanded, his eyes darting around to find out what was causing this "Show yourself and face justice."
"Come and get me, then," Tyra taunted, not stopping long enough for them to catch sight of her. She heard their footsteps running after her as she lead them through several corridors before quickly changing directions on them, running back to where the Doctor was.
"I've restored the back-up," he exclaimed as soon as she was within hearing distance.
Martha panted "I found her."
"You did what?" the Doctor demanded, his eyes wide "Dammit… Where's Tyra?"
"I'm here," she spoke up, stepping closer "I tried to divert them but for space rhinos, they're surprisingly clever. I managed to get some of them to follow me to the other side of the hospital but I didn't wait to see how many of them were still around."
Just then, two motorcycle men broke down the door at the end of the corridor "Run," the Doctor exclaimed as the three of them ran down the stairs. A couple of Judoon came out of the door, so the Doctor changed direction, pulling the two girls to another floor "Not enough, apparently."
"Well, sorry?" Tyra shrugged, glancing over her shoulder "What's up with them?"
"Not now," the Doctor muttered, running through the doors of radiology. He sonicked the lock before turning to Tyra and Martha "When I say now, press the button."
Martha's eyes widened "I don't know which one."
"Aren't you a medical student?" Tyra tilted her head.
"Not in radiology," she pointed out.
Tyra shrugged "Fair enough."
The Doctor barely turned his head "Just find out, will you?" He was messing with the x-ray machine while Martha got out the Operator's Manual from the shelf, leafing through it. The motorcycle man outside was bettering at the door, trying to take it off its hinges "Now!"
Martha hit a random button, causing the black-clad man to freeze before falling face down to the ground "What did you do?" she breathed.
"Increased the radiation by five thousand percent," the Doctor shrugged "Killed him dead."
"But… isn't that going to kill you?" Martha asked.
The Doctor snorted "Nah. It's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for the two of you to come out. I've absorbed it all." He started hopping in place, shaking different body parts "All I need to do is expel it. If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe." He was still hopping, shaking his leg violently "Here we go, here we go. Easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out. Ah, ah, ah, ah! It is, it is, it is… It is hot. Hold on." After a lot of jigging about, the Doctor took off his shoe and threw it into the bin "Done."
"I think this has to be the weirdest thing you ever did…" Tyra gaped "And you've done a lot of weird crap over the past two years."
Martha was shaking her head "You're completely mad."
"You're right," the Doctor acknowledged "I look daft with one shoe…" He got rid of the other one too and wiggled his toes "Barefoot on the moon."
"Oh, God," Tyra muttered, hiding her face in her hands.
Martha's eyes wandered to the thing on the floor "So what is that thing? And where is it from? The planet Zovirax?"
"It's just a slab," the Doctor waved off "They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones. See? Solid leather all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish."
"But it was that woman," Martha exclaimed "Miss Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant."
The Doctor turned to the machine, pulling out the remains of his sonic from the x-ray machine. It was completely fried "My sonic screwdriver…"
"She was one of the patients but…"
"Oh, no. My sonic screwdriver," the Doctor cut her off, mournfully.
Martha shot him an annoyed look "She had a straw like some kind of vampire." She frowned when the Doctor didn't react "Doctor?"
"A straw?" Tyra repeated incredulously "What the…? That's an insult to all vampires." She looked over at the Doctor and snatched the broken sonic from his hands "Pay attention, will you?"
"Sorry," he grimaced apologetically "You called me Doctor."
Martha threw her hands up in exasperation "Anyway? Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mister Stoker's blood."
"Funny time to take a snack," the Doctor blinked "You'd think she's be hiding." He glanced over at Tyra "Then again…"
"Hey," Tyra crossed her arms with a huff "As long as she's not a vampire. I mean… What kind of self-respecting vampire uses a straw?"
The Doctor looked at her thoughtfully "Unless… Wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changed. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it." He nodded "If she can assimilate Mister Stoker's blood, mimic the biology, she'll register as Human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on." A few corridors down, the Doctor pulled both Martha and Tyra behind a water dispenser, waiting for another of the Slabs to pass by "That's the thing about Slabs," he grumbled "They always travel in pairs."
"What about you?" Martha asked.
The Doctor blinked "What about me what?"
"Haven't the two of you got back-up? You must have a team or something, right?"
"Oh. Humans," the Doctor rolled his eyes "We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a blood-sucking criminal, you're asking personal questions?"
Martha snorted "I like that," she commented "I'm still not convinced you're an alien."
"Non-Human," the Judoon that had scanned Tyra earlier grunted after scanning the Doctor.
"Oh, my God," Martha gasped "You really are."
The Doctor groaned "And again." He whirled around, starting to run around the corner with Martha and Tyra hot on his heels. They ducked around the corner, trying to avoid the Judoon firing their weapons. The Doctor waved them into the staircase before guiding them upstairs.
In the corridor, people were starting to slump to the ground "They've done this floor. Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've already checked. If we're lucky."
Martha knelt down next to the medical student they had left behind earlier "How much oxygen is there?"
"Not enough for all these people," she shook her head, running her hand through the patient's hair "We're going to run out."
The Doctor watched as Martha rejoined them "How are you feeling?" he questioned "Are you alright?"
"I'm running on adrenaline," Martha admitted with a small grin.
Tyra nodded sagely "That's what usually happens around him," she pointed "That and chaos and mayhem."
"I can imagine," Martha mumbled "What about the Judoon? Won't they run out of air?"
The Doctor shook his head "Nah, great big lung reserves. It won't slow them down. Where's Mister Stoker's office?"
"It's this way," Martha sighed, pushing past the Doctor. They hurried back to where Tyra and Martha had parted earlier, bursting into the empty office "She's gone. She was here."
Tyra closed her eyes, taking a breath "There's no blood left. He's drained dry," she mumbled, staring at the body.
"I was right then," the Doctor sighed "She's a plasmavore."
"What's she doing on Earth?"
The Doctor shrugged "Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now?" He tilted his head "She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on."
"Wait a minute," Martha stopped him. She knelt down next to the body and closed Stoker's eyes.
The Doctor stopped in the middle of a corridor and started pacing up and down "Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" He froze, staring at the sign to the MRI "Ah. She's as clever as me. Well, almost."
"Wow," Tyra whistled lowly "What a compliment."
"What are you then?" Martha raised her eyebrow "Comic relief?"
Tyra turned to glare at her and went to say something when a crash sounded a little bit down the corridor and people started screaming. The Doctor put his hand on Tyra's shoulder "Tyra, Martha, stay here. I need time. You've got to hold them up." He looked down at Tyra "I… I need you to stay out of sight. I'm not sure if you're going to register as Human on their scans…"
"I do," Tyra shrugged.
The Doctor froze, his hand tightening "You let them… Oh, who am I kidding, of course, you did."
Tyra grinned "I was curious."
"Alright," he sighed before surging forward, pulling her into a long, hard kiss "This should keep them busy for a few minutes…"
Martha looked at a shell-shocked Tyra "Are you two together?"
"No," Tyra shook her head "I… Not really. I don't know. It's nothing."
"That was nothing?" Martha snorted.
Tyra sighed "I just… I don't know, okay? I would appreciate to not talk about my non-existent love life with a stranger."
"Find the non-Human. Execute," the leader of the Judoon called out and Tyra sighed in relief. Saved by the bell.
Martha looked over at Tyra nervously before she stepped into the rhino's way "Now listen, I know who you're looking for. She's this woman. She calls herself Florence."
The Judoon scanned Martha "Human." He then turned to Tyra, who had rubbed off the cross just as soon as they had marked her as a Human, and scanned her again "Human. Wait. Non-Human traits suspected. Non-Human element confirmed. Authorise full scan." Tyra was slammed against the wall, harder than before and grimaced lightly "What are you? What are you?"
Tyra's eyes trailed to Martha who was looking at her with wide eyes and just shrugged, trying to reassure the other girl that everything was going to be alright. Well, at least she hoped that everything would be fine.
"Confirm Human. Traces of facial contact with non-Human," the Judoon nodded "Continued the search." He handed Tyra a booklet written in alien. She squinted at the writing and shrugged "You will need this."
"Compensation?" she asked, guessing what this was about.
The Judoon nodded "Correct."
They walked off and Tyra went to stand next to Martha "'Facial contact with non-Human'. Well, I guess that's one way to describe it."
Martha snorted out a laugh before looking after the Judoon who were walking toward the MRI room, the Doctor had disappeared into "Should we follow them?"
"Definitely," Tyra nodded "Who knows what kind of trouble the Doctor got himself into?" The two of them continued after the Judoon through the corridors to the MRI room. As soon as they were close to the door, Tyra could smell the Doctor's blood.
The Judoon burst in "Now, see what you've done," Mrs Finnegan exclaimed, her voice rising "This poor man just died of fright."
"Scan him," the Judoon murmured "Confirmation. Deceased."
Tyra closed her eyes, listening closely for any sort of heartbeat coming from the Doctor. There was one. Barely there and skipping several beats but it was still there.
She was about to rush into the room when Martha pushed past her "No, he can't be. Let me through. Let me see him."
"Stop," the Judoon demanded as Tyra slipped in, kneeling down next to the Doctor, her hand resting between his hearts. She slipped around his head and propped him up against her. One quick bite to her wrist later, she was making sure that the Doctor would swallow at least some of it. Since his heartbeat had been getting stronger as she knelt down, she wouldn't have to worry about him possibly turning into a vampire "Case closed."
Martha glared at the Judoon "But it was her. She killed him. She did it. She murdered him."
"Judoon have no authority over Human crime," the leader told her.
"But she's not Human," Martha gritted out, looking over at Tyra in confusion. She was whispering to the Doctor whose eyes were fluttering a little "Why aren't you doing anything?"
The Plasmavore smirked at Martha "Oh, but I am Human. I've been catalogued." She held her hand up in victory.
Tyra sighed, silently begging Martha to come to a conclusion within the next minute, otherwise, she would have to interfere. This was her test and Tyra didn't want to ruin it "But she's not," Martha huffed "She assimi… Wait a minute." A smug grin flitted across her face "You drank his blood? The Doctor's blood?" Martha ripped one of the scanners out of the Judoon's hands, pointing it at the Plasmavore.
"Oh, I don't mind," she shrugged "Scan all you like."
"Non-Human," the Judoon leader announced.
The Plasmavore's face fell "But… what?"
"Confirm analysis."
"Oh, but it's a mistake, surely," Miss Finnegan stuttered "I'm Human. I'm as Human as they come."
Martha stared at her "He sacrificed himself so they'd find you."
"Confirm," the Judoon nodded "Plasmavore, charged with the crime of murdering the child princess of Patrival Regency Nine."
The Plasmavore sneered "Well, she deserved it. Those pink cheeks and those blonde curls and that simpering voice. She was begging for the bite of a Plasmavore."
The Judoon tilted his head "Then you confess?"
"Confess?" the Plasmavore laughed "I'm proud of it." She ducked behind the second Slab "Slab, stop them."
Before the Slab could move, the Judoon had fried it "Verdict, guilty. Sentence, execution."
The Plasmavore ducked behind the screen, plugging in the MRI scanner. As soon as she did, the Magnetic Overload sign came on "Enjoy your victory, Judoon, because you're going to burn with me. Burn in hell." Four Judoon all fired at the woman through the screen, incinerating the Plasmavore.
"Case closed," the Judoon nodded in satisfaction.
Martha turned to them "But what did she mean, burn with me? The scanner shouldn't be doing that. She's done something."
"Scans detect lethal acceleration of mono-magnetic pulse," they said.
"Well, do something," Martha shouted while she fell down next to the Doctor, pressing a hand to his chest.
He let out a small groan as the Judoon turned around as one "Our jurisdiction had ended. Judoon will evacuate. All units withdraw."
They stomped out and Martha was about to follow them when the Doctor let out another groan "Oh, this is so much worse than a hangover," he grumbled.
"You don't even drink," Tyra pointed out, helping him sit up.
The Doctor raised his hand to his head before he smacked his lips "Did you…?"
"You're alive," Tyra shrugged "I wasn't going to try CPR… You know why."
"Thank you," he murmured, leaning his head against her shoulder for a moment.
Martha let out a small gasp as she sank to the ground "The scanner," she panted "She did something…"
"Soddit," the Doctor cursed as Tyra started slumping against him as well. He tried to stand but gave up quickly, crawling toward the scanner controls. His gaze fell onto the cables that had been plugged together. As soon as he separated them, the scanner turned off.
With much difficulty, he fought to get to his feet, looking at the two unconscious girls on the floor "Come on," he mumbled, picking up Martha first. He slowly carried her to the ward, depositing her on the bed he had occupied before trudging back to get Tyra. It was slightly disconcerting how much lighter Tyra was compared to Martha. Sure, he had carried her before but back then he didn't have a direct comparison "Come on," he breathed, staring out of the window at the Judoon ships that were leaving "Come on, please. Come on, Judoon, reverse it."
As soon as those words had left his mouth, it started raining again "It's raining, Ty," he whispered into the Original's ear, pressing a small kiss to her forehead "It's raining on the moon."
One crash of thunder and a big flash later, the hospital was back where it was supposed to be. He sank to the ground, cradling Tyra in his arms. All around them, the unconscious people were starting to breathe easier but none of them was awake yet.
It took another five minutes for Tyra to stir. She groaned, causing the Doctor to look down "You awake?"
"My head," she groaned, hiding her face in the Doctor's shoulder. When she spoke again, her voice was muffled by his suit jacket "At least you didn't ask whether I was okay this time."
The Doctor shook his head with a grin before prodding her side "Come on. Let's get you back to the Tardis before we get held hostage by the police."
"Kay," Tyra mumbled, leaning onto the Doctor a little as her head swam.
"So, what do you think?" the Doctor asked, sitting down next to Tyra.
She tilted her head "About… what?"
"Martha Jones," he elaborated.
"You're thinking about taking her along, aren't you?" Tyra hummed.
The Doctor bit his lip "Yeah. Maybe a trip or two… What do you think?"
Tyra raised her shoulders in a shrug "Your Tardis," she pointed out "Your choice."
"But you're here too," the Doctor murmured "And I want you to agree before I take someone along."
"In that case. I don't mind… You can ask her while I go and change?" She looked down at her clothes "I, sadly, can't get away with wearing the same clothes for more than a day…"
The Doctor snorted, ruffling her hair "Alright, then. Just come back to the console room when you're done."
"I will."
It had taken her a little bit but when Tyra stepped into the hallway leading to the console room, she could hear Martha's voice "But is there a crew?" Martha asked "Like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?"
"Just Ty and me," the Doctor replied.
"Just the two of you?"
The Doctor messed around with the console "Well, sometimes I have guests… I mean some friends, travelling alongside like Tyra. I had… There was recently, a friend of ours. Rose, her name was." He swallowed "Rose. And… anyway."
"Where is she now?" Martha asked as Tyra leaned against the wall just out of sight, just listening to what they were saying.
"With her family," the Doctor explained "Happy. She's fine. She's…" He looked up "Not that you're replacing her."
Martha raised her eyebrows "Never said I was."
The Doctor pointed at her "Just one trip to say thanks… You get one trip, then back home. I'd rather be on my own."
"With Tyra," Martha added and leaned closer to the Doctor "You're the one who kissed her."
Tyra rolled her eyes and stepped out of her hiding place, swinging herself over the railing to jump down to the grating "I see you found her, then?"
"Yup," the Doctor nodded, relief shining in his eyes "Now that you're back here… Close down the gravitic anomaliser, fire up the hemlic regulator. And finally,…" He threw a switch with a huge grin "The hand break. Ready?"
Martha shook her head with wide eyes. She had stepped back as soon as Tyra had entered "No."
"Off we go." The Tardis materialised with a big jolt, causing the trio to hold on for dear life. Somehow whenever he was trying to show off, his driving got worse if that was actually possible.
"Blimey," Martha breathed, her knuckles turning white "It's a bit bumpy."
The Doctor reached out his hand "Welcome aboard, Miss Jones."
"It's my pleasure, Mister Smith," Martha shot back with a big smile.
