'Yaz? Yaz? Can you hear me?'

Yaz gradually opened her eyes, blinking blearily back into the world. All she could make out at first were the fluroscent strip lights above her, and the anxious face of her supervisor. She snapped her eyes shut again, not ready to adjust to the harsh light.

Her head was swimming and all sound felt like it was very far away. She could make out the deeper tones of Ramesh's voice, but they weren't quite clear yet. It took her a few seconds for her senses to revert back to normal.

She tried opening her eyes again, this time with a bit more success. This time, Ramesh was smiling over her, relief clear over this face.

'Thank god Yaz, you had me worried there!'

Yaz attempted to sit up, trying to figure out where she was. Eyes beginning to focus, she could make out stretchers, and medical equipment. Ah, the sick bay. She hadn't spent a lot of time here, but the occasional migraine meant that she was fairly well acquainted with the room.

'Why am I in the sick bay?' She asked, concerned. Ramesh's face came into view now, clear as day. At least her vision was back.

'I'm so sorry Yaz, I should have known better. I had no idea how she passed security checks…'

Then it all came flooding back. Martha. Martha betraying her.

Yaz missed the temporary amnesia already.

Her stomach tightened again, but she felt rage start to infiltrate her fists.

'Oh, yeah, Samantha. What happened?' She asked innocently, trying to hide her quiet rage.

'Well, what we can see from the CCTV is that she overpowered you. She drugged you and made off with some blood samples. We're trying to identify which ones they were, but at the moment there is a mass search for Samantha.'

'You mean she's gone?' Well, at least Martha had got the blood samples out of the station. But was that a good thing? Yaz was now questioning everything. She should have checked Martha out more. But then if she wasn't trustworthy, why would the TARDIS send Yaz in her direction? It didn't make any sense.

On top of worrying about that, it suddenly occurred to her that maybe she should be very worried about her career. Damn. But Ramesh didn't seem angry? Yaz decided to play dumb and see how far it would get her.

'I just don't understand how it happened. We've got the toughest security around…'

'She must be highly skilled if she could just slip in like that.' Yaz tried to deflect, hoping the attention wouldn't fall on her. Breathe Yaz, breathe.

'And that's what's worrying. But at least you're okay. I thought she'd poisoned you.'

'Am I…' She had to ask. She just needed to know. 'Am I a suspect, Ramesh?' Please no, please no, please no.

Ramesh looked at her, as if she was an idiot. Well, at least that hadn't changed.

'Don't be ridiculous Yaz, of course not.'

'But, I was with the last one with the suspect…'

'And then she drugged you. Now, unless you're deeply committed to the life of crime, by allowing yourself to be drugged and left for dead, then I'm inclined to say no.'

Yaz held in her sigh of relief. She tried to ignore the stab of guilt that punctured her stomach. She wasn't a criminal. She had just had to commit a crime to help her friend. Her alien friend. Her alien lover… not the line of thought she should be having now.

'Yeah, you're right. I just didn't want you to think…'

'Yaz, you're the best probationer I have. Relax.'

At least her job wasn't on the line. That was a relief. But Yaz had a bigger problem. Where was Martha, and what had she done with the samples? She had get out of work to find out. Luckily, her dilemma was instantly resolved.

'Yaz, I think you should take it easy. Go home and rest. You need to get the drug out of your system.'

'But…'

'Nope. As your superior officer I order you to go home,' Ramesh said, half joking. Yaz wasn't going to argue with that.

'If you insist.'

…

Within 15 minutes, Yaz was out of her uniform and on her way out of the station. She had to admit, she felt pretty sick. She should really rest, but she didn't have time for that. She had to find out what the hell Martha had done.

As soon as she was out of sight of the station, she whipped out her phone. She was about to launch into tirade at Martha, when she realised something. She needed to find out if Graham and Ryan were okay first. What if they were next?

She guiltily ignored her mother's worried texts, and called Ryan. He picked up instantly.

'Yaz, you alright mate?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, are you with Martha?'

'Uh huh, she's here with her husband. Who, is like, the coolest guy, by the way.'

'And Graham?'

'Yeah, he's here.' He paused, catching the anxiety in his best friend's voice. 'Why do you sound worried?'

'What's Martha doing right now?'

'She's trying to set up the tracer machine with Mickey.'

'Mickey?'

'Her husband. The coolest guy ever.'

'Oh, right.' The good news was that they didn't sound hurt or worried. But, that didn't stop Yaz from worrying. 'Listen, Ryan, Martha did something to me, and I don't know if we can trust her…'

'What do you mean, Yaz?' Now Ryan sounded worried. That alarmed Yaz. Before she could respond, she could hear Ryan talking to someone off the phone. She could hear a muffled female voice talking to him. There was a muffled sound of movement, and before Yaz knew it, Ryan had been replaced with Martha.

'Yaz! Are you alright?' For someone who had drugged her not too long ago, Martha sounded very concerned for her. But could that be a trick? Yaz didn't know anymore.

'I don't know, Martha. Tell me, do you always drug new friends?' Yaz let out scathingly, feeling her anger begin to rise.

'Yaz, listen to me. I am so sorry I had to do that. I was left with no other option.'

'Are you kidding me? If you'd let me in on the plan, you wouldn't have had to do that!' Yaz scoffed.

'It was for your own good!'

'How is drugging me for my own good!' Yaz realised she was yelling now, as an elderly couple who had been coming towards her very unsubtly crossed the street to avoid her. She took a few deep breaths, before continuing her conversation. 'How can I trust you, Martha?'

'Of course you can trust me. I'm here to help you find The Doctor.'

'Sure, how can I truly know that now?'

'You're the one who called me!' Martha admonished. She had a point. The TARDIS had pointed Yaz in Martha's direction. As she'd thought earlier, the TARDIS wouldn't direct companions into danger intentionally. Suddenly very tired, Yaz ran a weary hand over her face. She sighed.

'Okay, you're right about that. What did you drug me with?'

'Just a simple sedative. How are you feeling?'

That was a relief, at least.

'A bit tired. Nauseous.' Yaz could almost hear Martha switch to doctor mode.

'You're going to be fine, Yaz, but I think its best you come to the TARDIS, where I can get a proper look at you.'

'No, no, no. You're not prodding anything else in me today.'

'It's just for surveillance, Yaz.' Martha paused, clearly feeling guilty. 'I really am sorry I had to do that. But in the moment, it was the only option.'

'Was it?'

'Well, if you still wanted to have your job, not be a suspect, and for us to get the blood out safely, then yes, it was the only option.' She paused. 'I wish it didn't have to be. You can trust me, Yaz.'

Yaz felt drained. She just wanted to sleep. Deep down, she knew she could trust Martha. She just felt it in her bones. It just didn't stop her feeling the sting of betrayal, even though Martha had explained it further. It had kept her job safe and kept The Doctor's identity safe. Martha had made that possible.

Resigning to fate, Yaz responded.

'Okay, I'll see you in the TARDIS.'

…

When Yaz entered the TARDIS, she didn't know what to expect. She was still on edge, and really didn't want to see Martha. She was so disappointed, because she had been so excited to meet a fellow companion. Martha was so put together, and so kind. So she seemed to be.

She entered the console room, and was surprised to just see Graham and some stranger (Mickey, she assumed) standing awkwardly by the console. There was no sight of Martha or Ryan. She glanced around, just to make sure.

As soon as Graham saw her, a look of relief washed over his face.

'There you are, Yaz! How are you feeling?' Oh crap, so he knew too. She glanced over at Mickey, who offered a small wave.

'I'm fine, Graham. No need to worry.' She turned fully to Mickey. She was still wary, but he wasn't the one who had drugged her. Mickey stood behind a table, on which a strange, metal machine stood proudly. 'You must be Mickey?'

'Yup. Mickey Smith. And you must be the famous Yaz.' Yaz couldn't help but blush. She took Mickey in fully, and had to admit, he was quite something. His dark eyes held mirth in his handsome features, but the arm muscles protruding through his black shirt indicated he had a steelier side to him.

She didn't know what the protocol was here. Did she shake his hand? She decided against that, as he had his hands full with the apparatus in front of him.

'Where's Martha and Ryan?' She asked, slightly anxiously. She was still on edge.

'Ah yeah, Yaz, about that…'

'Your friend got rather angry at my wife, and he's taking a breather.'

'Why angry?' Yaz was confused.

'After your phone call, Martha told us what she'd had to do to get the samples back out. Ryan got extremely angry. Don't get me wrong, Yaz, I wasn't exactly joyous about it, but once she explained it, I understood it. She was so apologetic about it.' He paused, looking awkwardly at Mickey. Mickey caught it, but shrugged his shoulders in response.

'I get it too. Of course she wasn't happy about it. But Martha is used to making tough decisions. It's all part of the job.'

'What did Ryan do?' Yaz asked, feeling the knot in her stomach returning. Any waft of conflict caused the knot to tighten.

'He punched one of the pillars. It was in the moment, but he hurt his hand. Martha is patching him up right now.' That explained the absence.

'And he's okay with that?'

Graham and Mickey shared a look.

'She didn't really give him much choice. They're hopefully talking things through right now.' Mickey answered, whilst working on the machine in front of him. Yaz felt some of her remaining energy sap out of her, and Graham saw it.

'You're looking a bit peaky, Yaz. Why don't you pop home and take a kip? Mickey is still working on the tracer so there's not much more to do here yet.'

'I'm fine, Graham. Shouldn't we be working on posters? How long will the tracer take to get up and running?' Yaz asked, anxiously. Graham kindly encouraged her to sit on the iron steps, so at least she could conserve some energy.

'Tracer's going to take a few more hours, but then we're good to go. We shouldn't need posters if this baby works.'

'If?'

'Well, yeah, it's alien tech. We know how to use it, but it can be temperamental.' Mickey caught Yaz's crestfallen face and tried to back track. 'But hey, it's worked before, and it will work again. Don't you worry, Yaz.'

She wasn't fully satisfied with his answer, but it was their best shot right now.

A few moments later, she heard voices coming from the depths of the TARDIS. Ryan and Martha emerged, looking happier than Yaz thought they should be. So they'd made up then.

Ryan's hand was bandaged up, but didn't look broken. As soon as he saw her, Ryan made his way to her.

'Yaz! Are you okay?'

'I'm fine, Ryan.' She looked at his hand 'What about you? You look a bit worse for wear.' Ryan looked sheepish, chancing a quick glance at Martha.

'There was an incident…' he started to say, but tailed off when he saw Yaz looking at Martha. She already knew, he realised.

Awkward silence befell the room, as the two women sized each other up. Ryan, Graham and Mickey shared anxious looks, clearly worried.

What could Yaz say? She knew Martha had done what she'd had to do, but that didn't stop her feeling betrayed. She had really liked Martha. This wasn't just something she could get over instantly.

Luckily, Martha seemed to have a plan.

'Yaz, I reckon you could do with some food. Why don't I take you out for pizza?'

'I don't know…'

'Come on, Yaz. As your doctor, I'm giving you a free pass to eat junk food. I'll pay.'

Yaz glanced at Ryan, who shrugged his shoulders.

'You shouldn't argue with your doctor, Yaz.' Jeez, whose side was he on?

She looked at Graham, almost pleadingly. He shifted his feet awkwardly.

'Yeah, you ladies should go for pizza. We lads can hold the fort. You've done the most work so far. It's only fair.'

Yaz sighed, resigned to her fate. Pizza it is. Pizza that her drugger is buying for her. Today really was nuts.