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Chapter 3

Oh, Right, Transmats

"Merlin's lost left sock!" John exclaimed, a quick snap of her wrist cast a drying charm and her hair fluffed up due to the lack of moisture, "Which one of you arseholes brought me down here?"

She got no answer as the two men standing in front of her got their bearings and looked around the marshlands. She wasn't pleased with being brought down to the surface of a planet without her consent and then drenched. She had been so close to taking a much-needed nap. She looked at a rather disgruntled Doctor and the smallest of frowns.

"Are you coming, or going?" The Doctor asked, "Or going or coming?"

"Neither," She dryly answered and threw her hands up when she realized that he hadn't heard her.

"I feel like a morse message," Sullivan stated as he placed his hands on his knees, "No, slightly scrambled, more like eggs then."

"Yes, well, let's get on with it," The Doctor stated as he motioned toward a metallic globe that stood out against the rather dreary landscape of tall grass and rocky hills with a bit of marsh sprinkled in every so often, "These must be the refractors."

"Where's Sarah you giant dumbo?" John questioned as Sullivan pointed that out in a far more polite manner.

A female voice called out for help and the men quickly went to do so. That allowed John the time to look at the metallic globe in wonder, she would admit that she hadn't watched this particular episode as much as Robot or the Ark in Space. It had something to do with the space potatoes if she was remembering it correctly. She held a hand out and touched the sleek metallic surface of the globe. She got a small shock for her efforts and gave a short curse.

"Ah, that jump-started the atoms a bit," She stated with a grin as she heard some sort of sound coming from the globe, "You seem to be ellipsing as well as oscillating, fun."

The Doctor came back and studied the globe. It just so happened to be the one that John had found so interesting that she had to touch it. He was finding that the frequency had changed with that one and was making things a bit fuzzy. He had taken out a screwdriver of all things and was prodding the globe with it.

"Wow, such science," John muttered as she cast diagnostic charms on the globe.

"You have any better ideas?" He muttered back, he frowned at the sudden voice and looked up to see where it had come from, "I'd love to hear them."

"Well, finding what it is that is stopping them from being able to transmit is important, it'd give a better clue as to what's disrupted them," John replied without thinking, she blinked upon realizing something, "Oh Circe's left tit! You can hear me? Granted, I did have my atoms jump-started by the damn thing."

"I can hear you," The Doctor confirmed, "So, who are you?"

"Johana Watson, people call me John," She introduced, "I work for the Ministry for Magic as an unspeakable, I was doing an experiment that went topside."

"You must've been messing with time manipulation to have become atoms," He commented as he continued to study the globe.

"Smart man," She muttered before speaking up, "The problem is they've only been jumpstarted for an hour or so, I'll go back to being unheard, which is sad since I'm quite humorous."

"You always this confident?" He asked.

"No, but I'm a great pretender," She said with a small shrug, "You have to be to go against politicians."

"Politicians," He muttered as he made a face.

"My sentiments exactly," She chuckled before turning back to the globe, "This one probably won't work correctly since I touched it, it's frequency is out of sync with the others."

"Really? Oh, yes, the state of being atomic would allow you to have some sensitivity towards frequency's seeing as they bounce off your atoms," He commented.

"Doctor, who are you talking to?" Sullivan asked.

"A collection of atoms with a consciousness," John said with a small grin chuckling quietly when the man jumped, "Names John Watson."

"I say," Sullivan sighed.

"At least she's friendly," Sarah pointed out.

"She's estimated that we'll only hear her for an hour or so," The Doctor informed them.

"I'll still be around attempting to help, but there's not a whole lot I can do," She added.

"A bit like a friendly ghost," Sullivan said.

"Oi!" John exclaimed, "I'm still alive thank you very much."

"Try not to upset her," The Doctor warned, "She might exceed her amount of energy and go silent, she has an idea as to what is wrong with these."

"An idea can only take one so far," She pointed out as she looked towards the globe with a frown.

"Look, it's going to take some time to do the whole lot," The Doctor said, "Why don't you two make the most of it?"

"Most of what?" Sarah asked.

"This glorious day, the beautiful unspoiled countryside," The Doctor answered, "No one's set foot here for thousands of years."

"What you're trying to say is that you're busy and you'd like us to push off," Sarah commented.

"I'd phrase it more elegantly myself, of course," He defended with a small grin, " Yes."

"Oh, well, might as well have a recess while we're here," Sullivan commented, "Coming old thing-Sarah."

"Enjoy yourselves," The Doctor stated, "Trafalgar Square should be that way."

John looked up from the globe and noted that he was pointing in the opposite direction that they had been heading. She was oddly amused by that. He was sending them away just so he could focus on the globe. He was quite the mad lad.

"Trafalgar Square?" Sarah asked.

"If this is Piccadilly," He answered.

"You're joking," Sarah stated, "Aren't you?"

"Mind the traffic," He grinned.

Sullivan and Sarah set off in the direction he had been pointing. John took a seat next to the globe and watched the Doctor work. Now that she could be heard she didn't have much to say. It was quite the conundrum.

She liked having the ability to talk again, even if it was limited by an estimate of all things. She was just a heavy thinker, a daydreamer to her professors. Smart enough to pass her classes with ease yet underperforming during participation. She really didn't say much. Even if she felt as though she should be talking the man's ear off.

"So what year are you from?" The Doctor asked.

"Two thousand and three," She answered.

"You don't sound that old," He commented as he placed his screwdriver near the globe.

"Thank you, but I'm only twenty-three," She dryly stated, "The Community I live in you become an adult at seventeen."

"What sort of community is that?" He asked.

"The magical," She shrugged, "Read the Harry Potter books if you have them, it's explained in there."

"Your universe is explained in a child's book?" He dryly asked.

"Yeah, and yours is explained in a children's show," She fired back, "And before you ask I don't do spoilers, besides I don't remember everything."

"It's disconcerting to find that your life is something that others watch," He murmured at that.

"Ditto," She agreed, "Seems that people can see through cracks in the universe, at least that's how it comes across."

He hummed in agreement and she laid back on the ground. She decided that cloud watching was more fun than arguing with the man. She started thinking about the stories of Star Wars fans meeting the original Obi-Wan. Sir Alec Guinness had not been happy about his fame from the movie overshadowing his previous work and he wasn't afraid to let it show.

Meeting him had been a way of killing a little kid's hero.

She didn't want that to happen. Doctor Who was one of the few things she and her father both enjoyed. She didn't want those memories getting ruined. At least, not at the moment.

"What is an unspeakable?" The Doctor asked her.

"A researcher," She answered, "I was asked by the minister to look into time manipulation simply because I have a mastery in runes."

"Did you figure it out?"

She looked towards him at those words. He was looking in her direction but didn't meet her eyes. He had guessed the right area. She gave him kudos for that. He was patient as she contemplated what answer she could give him.

"What do you think?" She dryly asked.

"You started to phase into sight when you went silent," He pointed out, "The more energy you conserve the faster you'll come back."

"My thoughts exactly," She muttered as she began to roll her eyes, "But I doubt it'll be anytime soon."

He went to say something about her blatant pessimism when they both heard a scream. He jumped to his feet and she slowly got up. It was a male scream. He thought it sounded like Sullivan.

"Harry?" He questioned as he began to walk through the scraggly grass.

"Idiot," John muttered as she slowly followed behind him.

She made a noise as he began to move down the cliffside. He made good time for a man in his late thirties. Color her impressed. He reminded her of her old Headmaster. Now there was a man who could move for his age, she never did figure out what charms he used to help with his joints. Pity, she'd have loved to jump around like a child well into her hundreds. She watched as the Doctor came across a man wearing a dirty and slightly ragged space suit. She could tell from the distance that he was dead.

"Hold it!" A man shouted as he and another ganged up on the Doctor.

"Doctor," She hissed as she stopped on the cliff, unsure if she could even climb after him to help.

"Is he a friend of yours?" The Doctor asked as he held his hands up.

"He's killed Zake!" One of the men stated.

"No, I-" The Doctor started but didn't get to finish.

He was shot. John made a face at that. What was it with her making friends that constantly got shot? It happened more often than she liked. First Sherlock making Moriarty shoot him as a dare then her best mate getting shot during the war. She shook her head and took a leap of faith and followed after the men as they dragged him through the tall grass. Those grey trousers were going to have grass-stains from hell.

"Way to go," She murmured as they came across an alcove.

She sat next to the Doctor as the men started a fire. She went to push the doctor curls away from his forehead to give him a slight breeze, but her hand passed through them. She made an annoyed face as she brought her knees up to her chest and watched the men mutter amongst themselves. After a few minutes, the Doctor started to come around with a very quiet groan.

"Cut him loose, Erak," One of the men stated, "But leave his hands tied."

She made a face and sent a mild stinging hex towards both men before charming the rope away from the Doctor. The two men backed away rubbing a hand against their arms where the hex had hit them. She wasn't playing this game, not today. Did this mess with time? Possibly. Did she care? No, not really. A manic grin appeared on her face.

"Now, we can do this like civilized persons," She stated and they jumped at her sudden voice, "You all right, Doctor?"

"You waited a long time to do that," He pointed out as he slowly got to his feet.

"Well, weighing pros and cons take a while," She informed him before turning to the two men, "I believe you have a conversation waiting for you."

He nodded at that and eyed the two men. He hadn't liked getting shot. He didn't really fancy it happening again. He was somewhat grateful that he had a genuine witch in his corner.

"What would you like me to talk about?" He asked the men.

"What have you done with our crew-mates?" The leader asked.

"We just got here," The Doctor stated.

"How? We've seen no ship," Erak pointed out.

"We didn't use one, we came by transmat beam," The Doctor supplied.

"That's a lie," A new voice stated as another man joined in the group.

"It's actually the truth," John defended with a slight hiss.

The Doctor was tempted to tell her that she was starting to cut out like a radio station that was losing its reception. Her hour was ending. Pity, he was enjoying her company. It wasn't every day that you find someone who split their atoms apart and was still alive to tell the tale.

"Who are you?" The Doctor questioned.

"Vural," The newcomer answered, "I'm the leader of this party."

"I see," The Doctor murmured.

"Where did you find him?" Vural asked the two men.

"We saw him creeping about that circle," Erak replied, "He's got an invisible girl with him."

"We were not creeping," The Doctor defended in an insulted tone as John gained an amused grin Erak was making her sound like a religious figure, "I was attempting to repair it."

"Shut up!" The only unnamed man ordered, "By the time we caught up with him he was bent over Zake, he killed him."

"I did not kill him," The Doctor stated and John could almost hear the roll of his eyes, "We heard a cry and found him with his neck broken in a gully. An accident, I imagine."

"You say you came here by transmat beam?" Vural questioned.

"That's correct," The Doctor confirmed.

"There's no transmat beam on this planet," Vural said, "The Earth's been junked."

"Temporarily abandoned perhaps, but not junked," The Doctor informed them.

"It's worn out, useless, and too far from the freight routes," Vural argued, "Nobody comes here so there's no transmat beam. Check?"

"Oh, would you lot stop this nonsense," John stated in an annoyed tone, "You have two people saying the exact same thing, therefore there must be some truth to it."

"She's right, we came down from Space Station Nerva," The Doctor added.

"Where?" The man asked.

"Space station Nerva," John supplied, her voice growing stronger as her atoms got charged from her frustration.

"Space Station Nerva doesn't exist," Vural scoffed.

"Fascinating," The Doctor stated, "You don't believe it exists, yet you've obviously heard of it."

"So, it must exist for how else are there stories about it," John stated enjoying someone who shared her newfound way of thinking, "Much like the lost city of Atlantis."

"Like what?" Erak questioned, his eyes moving around the area to find the source of the voice.

"Lost Atlantis, it's a legendary city," The Doctor supplied the answer, "A go...never mind. This is extremely interesting. Will you let us go?"

"No, we're going to get the truth out of you first," Vural stated.

"Very colonial," The Doctor commented, "You are from a colony, I take it?"

"GalSec," Vural confirmed.

"Of course, on Nerva, they know that various colony ships left Earth," The Doctor stated with a grin, "They'll be delighted to know that they're not the sole survivors of the human race. You are human?"

"Of course we are," Erak stated.

"Do take no offense to him," John stepped in, "He has a problem with insulting people, on accident of all things."

"Do you mind if I take a close look at that?" The Doctor motioned towards a metal stud on Vural's spacesuit as he ignored the obvious jab at him.

He didn't even wait for an okay from the man and peered at it. John made a surprised sound as the stud let out a small frequency. She covered her ears in surprise before frowning and moving back without thinking. It was sending a signal to someone. She started to wonder if she could be seen on camera, she could be a ghost to people. Oh, the pranks she could get away with.

"I' d say it's not a product of human technology, eh, Vural?" The Doctor asked with a grin.

"You're a freak!" Vural exclaimed pushing the Doctor away from his person.

The Doctor moved away from the men and just watched them with burning curiosity. It was strange to see him so calm. John took a seat next to him and decided to lay down on the grass. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the slight breeze. She was starting to have a headache and she couldn't help but wonder how. She didn't even have a physical form at the moment. The concept of pain should be meaningless to her.

"That strange stud on the suit was letting out a frequency, what d'you think it meant?" She asked the Doctor.

He didn't respond and made no inclination that he heard her. She let out a soft sigh at that and closed her eyes again. Her hour was most definitely up. The Doctor let out a quiet sigh of his own and she flicked her wand slightly. A small stream of feathers came out of it and danced in the air to entertain her. It seemed to amuse him.

"What else can you do?" He questioned.

She looked towards a medium-sized rock and with a jab of her wand, she turned it into a button. She was a firm believer in using non-lethal spells. She had fought in a war using nothing but non-lethals. Oddly enough, she had been a deadly competitor in that war. The Doctor stooped down and picked it up, turning it over in his palm to look at the brown button. His eyes held a curious glint and a fond smile appeared on John's face before she quickly got rid of it.

"Fascinating, how does it work?" He questioned.

"Not like I can answer you right now," She said in a dry tone.

"The hours up, I guess you can tell me next time," He grumbled.

He was pouting. She couldn't help the sharp laugh that came from her at the sight of a grown man pouting. He was usually so well-spoken and here he was, pouting. It was far more amusing than it should've been. His expression deepened, even more, it was almost as if he could tell she was laughing.

She stopped laughing instantly and readied her wand as Vural walked towards them. Her expression and body language changed. From carefree to guarded. It was enough to give anyone whiplash.

"Right," Viral started, "How long have they been in a deep freeze on Nerva?"

"Oh, ten thousand years?" The Doctor answered.

"And you woke up before the others?" Vural questioned.

"Well, no," The Doctor stated, "I'm sort of a traveling time expert, as you can see, Earth's been habitable for several thousand years, but they didn't wake up. Why? Clock stopped. Overslept. So here I am with my unseen assistant."

"Assistant," John muttered as she sent him a look from the corner of her eye.

"Are you some kind of clock expert?" Vural questioned.

"Horologist, actually, and chronometrist," The Doctor corrected, "I just love clocks. Atomic clocks, wall quartz clocks, grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks."

John couldn't tell if he was just talking for the sake of talking. It was actually quite impressive. She had an amused look on her face as he continued prattling on about different types of clocks. Vural wasn't as amused.

"You got any proof?" Vural asked.

"Well, no, but then I didn't expect to meet anyone," The Doctor replied, "I understood Earth wasn't inhabited."

"Yes, that's what we thought until we got a distress call from around here," Erak stated.

"A mayday?" The Doctor asked, "Then you're a military expedition, I take it."

"One of our GalSec freighters went missing," Vural stated, "We, er, we picked up a distress call and came down for a look-see. Soon as we stepped from the ship it was vaporized. Nine of us were stuck here."

John sighed and moved away from the men. It wasn't much use for her to be there. She moved away from the conversation and looked towards the dreary landscape. It was the perfect weather to go broomstick riding. Her hand made it to her neck and she pulled out a small pouch.

"I wonder if the charms remained," She muttered in deep thought.

She unfastened the ties that kept it closed and stuck her hand in it. It went all the way up to her elbow and she grinned as her hand brushed against something soft. She let it latch onto her hand and she brought out a small snowy owl. It was her familiar. An old girl that had been with her since she was a wee child.

"Hello, Chariot," She cooed at the owl.

Chariot let out a low hoot and immediately fluttered to her shoulder. She smiled happily as the soft feathers brushed against her face. It was a welcomed comfort. At least someone could see her. She made a face at that thought and closed the pouch.

If her familiar was in there then so was her trunk and briefcase. She gave a wry smile. The Tardis was the inspiration for both of those. Much larger on the inside than the outside. The Doctor would get a kick out of them. It would most likely boost his ego as well, and merlin knew that the man didn't need it.

Well, whenever she became completely solid she could show it to him. She really hoped that it wouldn't take too long. It wasn't fun being nothing but a bunch of atoms, being unseen by others. It was quite lonely. She looked towards Chariot. Her familiar gave a low hoot and she pressed a small kiss to the white feathers. It was nice to have someone in her corner.

"Hey, Rothy!" Erak's shout caused her to jump and she turned to see the men heading towards a distant figure, "Hey! Hey, Rothy!"

Sarah came out from behind a rock and tugged on the Doctor's arm. He seemed surprised to see her and smiled lightly. He looked back towards the running figure. He was somewhat impressed by the speed.

"Who's your fast friend?" He asked.

"I'll explain later," Sarah stressed.

He finally began to move and John followed behind them. They moved towards the rocks and John found something that stopped her. She couldn't grab onto them to climb up. She stood there for a few minutes before letting out a loud curse. She took out her wand and gave a quick swish. A ribbon flew out a tore after the Doctor.

She had to let him know that he was without her assistance. His witch on his shoulder was out of commission. She leaned forward and pressed her head against the rocks. She let out a sound as she phased through one. Her adventure was at an end, for now.

She sighed and headed back to the Transmat circle. She could sit and look at the globes and attempt to figure out what was wrong with them or wait for the Doctor to figure it out and take them back to Nerva. She was starting to miss the Tardis.

She put her hands into the pockets of her slacks and started to walk back. There wasn't really anything she could do. She looked up towards the sky and frowned. Earth had changed from what she was used to.

It was cold outside. Sullivan and Sarah had coats for the weather. She had missed the memo and was still in her light winter suit. It didn't keep her warm enough for the temperatures she was facing.

She went back into her pouch and dug around inside of it. She brought out a spare cloak and put it on. It was black, as per uniform regulations, with a red inside. It was made for winter so it would keep the chill off of herself.

"What do you think we should do when we solidify?" She asked her familiar.

She got a shrill sound in response and she let out a soft laugh. She slowly stopped at the look the bird was giving her. She couldn't agree more with the suggestion of sleep. She knew that's what that sound meant.

"Sleep sounds wonderful," She stated a sly smile appeared on her face, "Especially, with the Doctor."

She got a disapproving look at that and she let out a snort. She had shown her best friends around mundane London during a summer holiday. They had enjoyed watching the Telly and became fans of Doctor Who themselves. It was why the tree they had to decorate for charms in their seventh year was full of Doctor Who mementos. Which may or may not have included Daleks that shouted "Exterminate" before shooting off mild stinging hexes.

They never could prove anything, and the house points they had gained were played off as academic.

"It's just like my school years," She muttered, "Had the weirdest crush on him back then, it's coming back with a vengeance."

She hadn't been lying when she informed the Tardis that this was her favorite Doctor. It was hard not to be brought in by his charm. She didn't need to justify herself. People always had strange crushes, she knew a classmate who had a crush on Princess Leia, the character not the actress.

She shook herself from her thoughts as she came upon the Transmat Station. It didn't take her long to plop down inside the circle and look out over the landscape. She slowly began to relax and felt her eyes grow heavy. She knew exactly what to do.

"Chariot, scratch me if I begin to phase through the ground," She stated, "I want to try and get some sleep."

She got a sound of confirmation from the owl and she smiled. She closed her eyes and within a few seconds, she was asleep. She was quite happy to be asleep. Even as she started to have strange dreams due to looking into the time vortex.

What she didn't know was that her atoms had relaxed as well. She could be heard at this juncture, and somewhat seen by those with psychic abilities. They'd only see an outline, but it was enough to know that someone was there. She would've loved to know that.

It meant that she'd start to appear more the more she rested. It didn't mean that she'd stay. That was never an obsolete thing. Even if she wanted to. It would be up to the Doctor if she stayed or recreated her failed experiment to send herself back.

Chariot let out a loud screech and John jolted awake. She gave a bleary glare towards the bird before noticing that the others were returning. Sullivan was with them and seemed a bit on edge. She wondered what happened. She frowned before making a face, she knew what happened. She just didn't want to think about it.

"What good our invisible friend was," Sullivan muttered.

"She can't travel as she wished like we can," Sarah defended, much to John's surprise, "I bet if she could, she would've had your back the entire time."

She was grateful for the smaller brunette and flicked a ribbon towards her. Sarah jumped until the red and gold ribbon spelled out Thank You. It decided to wrap around her wrist and stay there. It was a silent form of friendship and Sarah was quite happy about that. She rather liked the ribbon and knew that it would be finding a way into her lengthening hair.

The Doctor had ignored that in favor of fixing the Transmat station. He really wanted to find his Tardis. He missed his ship and the freedom it allowed him to move with. With a few sparks, the globes let out a frequency that had John flicker into view for half a second. No one had caught it, besides him. He'd only been able to see her clothes earlier. She was rather pretty with short black hair and bright green eyes. He turned towards Erak and his friend, who's name happened to be Krans.

"Sure you won't join us?" He questioned.

"No, we'll wait until that lot from Nerva get here, thanks all the same," Krans replied.

"Don't trust those transmat beams," Erak stated with a frown, "They never work too good."

"As you wish," The Doctor shrugged, "I would stand back if I were you."

The two men quickly backed out of the circle and the Doctor grinned at that. It had been quite the sight. John gave a small yawn and wondered when she was going to see a different planet, or even space again. Earth was great but her curious mind wanted space. It was filled with endless possibilities.

"I mean, it should be all right," The Doctor said.

John sent him a look when a hum went through her atoms. The world around her changed and she closed her eyes. Travel by Transmat was slowly turning into her least favorite thing. It scrambled the atoms a bit.

It was highly uncomfortable.