Rebels of the Fallen

by AuthorA97

Rose is gone. It's just Terra and the Doctor now. That was when Martha became involved. Sweet Martha... There are these signs, about Saxon. She's seeing her a girl in a blue following them. How can Terra keep it straight in her head? (Part 3 of Fallen Star Series)

3. Smith, Brown, & Jones

Silly me! A helpful guest reminded me to tag triggers- I'm used to AO3 so I stupidly thought they were added here. My bad y'all!

Triggers: Intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, mentions of blood, dark thoughts of a similar kind.

I know it's a lot- my apologies if any of it puts you off or offends you. My intent isn't that. Terra has gone through something really awful- falling into the Void will do that to a person. If something else triggers you, feel free to message me. It won't offend me if you chose to be 'that person' because you're making the experience better for someone else.

==ROTF==

"Nobody is going to believe this twice."

"Course they will."

"Even though we have a time machine, it would take me a year to explain all the reasons this shouldn't be working. I would make you sit for the entire year, listening to me explain why this shouldn't be working."

"Yeah but it is working."

I glared up at the Doctor. He smiled down at me. It didn't look any less annoying while he wore the blue pinstripe suit.

Currently, we were in the Royal Hope Hospital. The Doctor had detected some odd readings the other day- so we decided to investigate.

It had been a few weeks since what happened with Donna. Slow weeks, given our track record. I had slept for two days straight, practically in a coma. How festive. The Doctor had slept for a lot too- or refused to leave his room, it's a coin toss. Either way- neither of us were much of the adventuring spirit lately. Without Rose, without Donna, there hadn't seemed much point it all.

The gap between was rough. Lost of long sullen silences between us. No matter how fast we were running, Rose always seemed to be behind us. The Doctor would be laughing about something while turning to his side. On seeing nothing but air the joy vanished. It had hurt the first few times- crushing something deep inside of me.

But I would remember too sometimes

I'd hear the voices

They snuck into my mind- into the deepest parts that had once been empty. Now they existed as a void.

Who needed sleep, anyway?

Certainly not a girl who saw the vast expanse of hell in her dreams.

Did it affect her waking day? Absolutely not. She's still completely sane like before. There's a small upward projection of talking to herself, usually whispered under her breath in hopes that nobody would hear. If she jumped more often at shadows then it could be written off as a Vashta Narada fear than thinking she spotted one of them. Sure sometimes she was cold all over her body for no reason and nothing would warm her, her hoodie had AC nanobots, it was gonna happen.

Oh and she referenced herself in the third person but who hasn't done that?

If the Doctor noticed any of these new changes, these subtle changes to Terra Johnson- which was right now his only real friend then he wrote it off as just Terra's own grief. Not a smart move, but he was somewhat lost in his own grief. You would think he'd hyperfixate on Terra after nearly losing her, after losing Rose Tyler. That he would see that in no way was what Terra experiencing grief.

But as anyone who watched Season 3 learned, it was impossible for him to not think about Rose Tyler- even to the detriment of others.

I don't think it's such a big deal. Being ignored isn't a new thing for me. It's standard. It gave me more time to think to myself. Sure most of those thoughts went on a dark tangent, changing more often into a chilling reminder of what I'd seen in that place. Trauma was hard to shake off. But I had so much experience shaking off my emotions in the past (being abducted, abused, assaulted, all the 'a's really, dying!, killing) that hiding the trauma was just another level-up for me.

The TARDIS had still taken us great places in the meanwhile. A few distant planets that were actually going through peaceful times, a few distant markets (that we weren't banned from), one even a planet that was literally just a giant dog park.

Yeah. You heard me.

Dog park planet.

It has never physically pained me to leave a place before- but leaving those dogs left something broken inside of me.

It wasn't funny when our next stop was this hospital.

I will miss those puppies until I die.

Hopefully- by the end of this- I might.

Then I would be reunited with those puppies-

Except dammit no I wouldn't because if I died in this reality I would just wake up back Home.

What a stupid world I live in!

Dr Stoker walked up, with his horde of medical students. I hadn't liked the man- less than one bit.

"Now then, Miss Brown, Mr Smith, a very good morning to you." Dr Stoker spoke, in a tone that reminded one of a Scooby-Doo villain. No I hadn't gone there. I wouldn't be able to keep from swearing all the time- I'm self aware enough for that. "How are you today?"

The Doctor gave me a smug look. I smiled nervously at the group of doctors.

"Oh, not so bad." I replied, waving him off. "Still a bit, you know, blah."

"Caroline Brown, admitted yesterday by her uncle John Smith, with severe abdominal pains." Stoker explained to the students. "Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."

Martha Jones walked towards me. Oh wow, was that an honor. Martha had been an impressive companion to my eyes. Most people wrote her off, they themselves not over Rose Tyler. Martha Jones stood well on her own two feet. Even in her presence, there was a feeling beyond words whirling in my mind. For a few seconds I wasn't recalling anything negative.

"That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" She teased me.

"...huh?"

"On Chancellor Street this morning?" Martha explained to remind me. "You came up to me and took your headband off."

"Really?" The Doctor was confused at the question. "Why would you do that?" He asked me.

I glanced to the Doctor, putting on a show of confusion once again. "Is there some hidden meaning behind Chancellor Street that I'm not aware of cause I'm not British?"

"No."

"Then I have no idea what I was doing there." I lied, turning to Martha. "Your British humor goes over my head. Why would I take my headband off to you?"

Martha shrugged. "I don't know, you just did."

"I didn't." I informed her. Which was true. I didn't do it...yet. "Here in bed all day. Ask him if you don't believe me."

"She has been there all morning. I have the war sore to prove it." The Doctor rubbed at his arm, where I'd punched him multiple times over the course of today and yesterday.

"You're already in the hospital. Be careful I don't make it the ICU." I warned him. The Doctor only grinned at me.

"Well, that's weird, 'cause it looked like you." Martha pointed out. "Have you got a sister?"

Yes

Only she is being ignored- must be ignored- because if I acknowledge her then she will be in danger. The group she's with- the Guardians of the Galaxy, as they've fucking called themselves- will be in danger. My own mind is tearing itself apart at any random instance that it pleases- still I will never fall so hard as to forget protecting Darcy.

Also we don't even have the same face right now so whatever.

"Let's go with 'no'." I replied. "Just me, and my buddy over there. Though I question our friendship every damn day."

"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones." Dr Stoker warned.

"Sorry. Right." Martha leaned in, putting on the stethoscope.

"Wow. Your bedside manner leaves much to be desired." I commented towards Dr Stoker. I looked over at Martha. "Commence the check-up."

Martha put the stethoscope over my first heart. Slowly, she moved over to the second one. She looked into my eyes and I wagged my eyebrows.

"I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Stoker asked.

I laughed nervously. "Oh. Sorry. I have that thing where all my organs face the wrong way. Had I mentioned that yet? It's a whole thing."

Martha seemed happy with that lie. I really didn't like people getting embarrassed. "Er, stomach cramps?"

"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis." Stoker corrected. "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." He reached for it, only to be shocked by the metal clip on it.

"That happened to me this morning." Martha commented.

"I had the same thing on the door handle." Morganstern added.

"And me, on the lift." Swales added too.

The Doctor and I exchanged a glance.

"That's only to be expected." Stoker told his class. "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by...Anyone?"

"Benjamin Franklin, one of the founding fathers from the good ole US of A. Also on the hundred dollar bill." I answered, grinning.

"Correct." Stoker praised me.

"My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half." The Doctor reminisced. "I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked."

"Quite." Though Stoker looked like he'd just sucked on a lemon.

"And then I got electrocuted." The Doctor recalled.

"I may have punched you too hard-"

"Moving on. I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next we have-" The rest of his remarks were lost as they walked off.

I grinned, watching Martha walk off. She watched us, confused still at what she'd seen that morning. This is how you win the companions.

"Terra."

"What?" I turned to the Doctor. 'Come on- she literally said time travel shenanigans happened to her this morning.'

Could mean anything.' The Doctor brushed off.

He was met by a deadpan stare. 'Tell me that again-only look me in the eye.'

The Doctor could do no such thing.

==ROTF==

The rain started not long after.

The Doctor and I began searching. We had narrowly avoided being sent to psychiatric, by literally avoiding the doctors.

I caught a glance at Martha, talking on the phone. She glanced at me, pausing when she realized who I was. The two of us locked eyes for a moment, herself confused still by the things she'd seen and myself intrigued at the next companion.

When I noted the Doctor's presence behind me, my smile widened for Martha. Before she could step towards me I walked down the hall.

The Doctor had the decency to wait a few steps beyond the small room before talking to me. "She's not-"

Fortunately for him, that's the exact moment the hospital was transported.

I quickly pressed myself against the wall. The entire hospital shook as it was moved. Objects were rattling, falling to the ground. Carts were being knocked over. The only peace was when it landed- bumpy, which I would complain about to someone in authority.

The moment it stopped, the Doctor and I ran to the nearest window. To his shock, we were on the moon. The screaming began immediately after. People on every floor, shrieking in terror at their new view.

Soon we made it to a nearly empty hospital room. Yeah people were still panicking inside but so was everyone else in the building.

It wasn't long after our entry that Martha Jones rushed inside. I watched her walk up to one of the windows, while assuring the panicked patients she walked past. "Alright now, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry."

The Doctor shut the curtains around a bed. Once out of view, I shifted into my usual hoodie and jeans. The Doctor turned to the side.

"It's real. It's really real. Hold on." Martha cheered. She walked towards the windows.

"Don't! We'll lose all the air." Swales warned.

"But they're not exactly airtight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?" Martha wondered.

After checking to be sure I was dressed, the Doctor pulled open the curtain.

"Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" The Doctor asked. He walked closer to Martha.

"Martha." She answered.

"Dr Jones." I stated, walking forward. "Yes?"

Martha glanced at us both. "Almost, if I pass my exams."

"Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?" The Doctor asked.

"We can't be." Her coworker sobbed, falling towards the same panic as the rest of the building.

"Yet here we stand, wasting oxygen to screaming and crying instead of finding solutions." I commented. Taking a step closer to the window I stared out on the moon.

"Yeah, so don't waste our time." The Doctor joined me at my side. "Martha, what have we got?" Martha blinked, confused at the line of questioning. "Is there a balcony on this floor?"

Martha hesitated only a second before answering. "By the patients' lounge, yeah."

The Doctor turned to Martha. I grinned, standing just in front of him. "Fancy going out?" The Doctor asked.

"Okay." Martha replied easily.

"We might die." I cautioned, even though that idea sounded great.

Great...great...so great.

It's a win-win situation. If I live, well that's obvious. But if I die! Oh what glory!

Fuck then I end up back Home. FUCK!

Well I'll still work on it. Even dying once might help...

"We might not." Martha countered.

"Good." The Doctor went off towards the exit. He pointed towards the now sobbing medical student. "Come on. Not her, she'd hold us up."

"No offense though!" I called over my shoulder, Martha and I chasing after him. Her sobbing was lost in the panicking humans of the Royal Hope.

==ROTF==

Martha pushed the doors open to the balcony. When they walked out, I closed the door behind us. No use wasting this oxygen, we'd need it later. Honestly some people, it's like they want to be choked.

"We've got air. How does that work?" Martha asked.

"Just be glad it does." The Doctor advised.

I walked up to the balcony. While there was no breeze on the moon, the air around was still chilled. The sun was in the distance, yes, shining down on us still. Space was just constantly cold.

Probably because space is nothing but a constantly growing void that we can never escape-

"I've got a party tonight." Martha recountered, staring off towards Earth. "It's my brother's twenty first. My mother's going to be really, really-" She paused a moment, composing herself.

"You good?" I prompted her, my tone nearly vacant as I stared off into the blackness.

Martha brought herself back to point. "Yeah."

"Sure?" The Doctor asked.

"Yeah." Martha swallowed down her panic.

"Want to go back in?" The Doctor offered.

"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful."

Finally. Someone who speaks English.

"Isn't it just?" I complimented the skyline.

"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are." Martha exhaled. No wonder she'd make us see the moon landing four times.

"Standing in the Earthlight." The Doctor mused.

"Staring at the black onyx skyline." I threw in just because- hey- it wasn't false.

"What do you think happened?" Martha asked after a long thoughtful pause.

"What do you think?" The Doctor prompted.

"Extraterrestrial." The Doctor and I grinned at her. "It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things. I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."

Home.

Home

...I'd never felt more welcomed-

How messed up is that? Something called 'Hell' by many people. Someplace so violent and deadly you had to build an impossible ship just to survive being inside. And I was there for- however long I was there- feeling embraced and welcomed.

...I crave pizza for some reason now.

"I'm sorry." The Doctor apologized to Martha, meaning it.

Martha nodded, somber. "Yeah."

"I was there, in the battle. We both were." The Doctor admitted. He looked off towards the Earth, possibly coincidentally looking towards Torchwood. "It was..." He dragged off.

I was already lost in my head. Nothing in my mind but the darkness that had plagued it for so long.

"I promise you, Mister Smith, Miss Brown, we will find a way out." Martha promised us. It did just enough to drag us out from our minds, but not enough to shake off the blankets of black covering us like Dementor cloaks. "If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way." Martha stated confidently.

Can keep her head cool in times of pressure.

Martha Jones you get me.

"It's not Smith/Brown." The Doctor and I corrected. The Doctor began to observe below the balcony, searching for any signs of the Judoon. I stayed leaning on the balcony. Bemoaning the presence of gravity.

"That's not my real name." The Doctor admitted.

I held up a finger. "Made it up just cause I could."

Martha turned to the Doctor, confused at his actions more than his statement. "Who are you, then?"

"Terra Johnson." I introduced myself.

"I'm the Doctor." He admitted.

"Like I said, me too, if I can pass my exams." Martha replied. "What is it then, Doctor Smith?"

I snorted.

"Just the Doctor." The Doctor stated blandly. He walked over to the other side of the balcony.

"How do you mean, just the Doctor?" Martha asked.

"Just the Doctor." He repeated.

Martha turned to me- clearly not believing the Doctor at all. "Do you really call him the Doctor?"

"Yeah." The Doctor answered.

"No." I answered, chuckling.

The Doctor made a face. "Well I can't account for taste-"

"Hey!"

"Well, I'm with her. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title." Martha told the Doctor.

"He did." I nodded, grinning wide at the sheer idiocy that I could recall. "He earned it like I've never seen anyone earn anything. Well he may have cheated but he earned it."

"Oi!" "Let's have a look."

Martha shook her head again, then looked at the Earth. "How?"

I leaned over the balcony, just enough to see there was nothing. "There's gotta be some sort of-" I picked up a rock, throwing it towards the field. It rippled. "Force Field keeping the air in."

"But if that's like a bubble sealing us in." It was clicking together in Martha's head. "That means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?"

Then we pop the bubble and float too.

The Doctor gave her a sad look. "How many people in this hospital? A thousand?"

Martha nodded. "Yeah, just about."

"One thousand people suffocating." The Doctor said, a far off look in his eyes...

Martha gasped. "Why would anyone do that?"

"Oh, I can think of a lot of reasons. None are very good." I commented.

As if to prove me right, the Judoon rockets began flying over head.

"Head's up! Ask them yourself." The Doctor offered.

The three giant ships landed across the moon. Soon the soldiers marched out in attack formation.

"Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens." Martha gawked.

"Judoon." The Doctor stated in the most dramatic voice ever.

"Space cops?" I prompted.

The Doctor's sullen silence was the answer.

"Terrific...space cops, and suffocation. No chance of dying going on here-whoopie."

Of course at that very moment, Dr Stoker died from blood loss.

==ROTF==

The three of us followed the sounds of human screaming. No one was dying. The Judoon were all just scanning the humans, marking them off with black 'x's to confirm they weren't the plasmavore.

"Rhinos. Space rhinos." I remarked, peaking over the bushes. The Doctor snuck beside me. "You could've said something on the way down."

"Yeah. But this was more fun." The Doctor grinned, in that stupid 'aren't surprises great' way. Asshole. "Oh, look down there, you've got a gift shop!"

"If I had money, I would definitely steal something from that shop." I cheered.

"Why steal something if you had the money to buy it?" The Doctor asked.

"Never mind that. What are Judoon?" Martha prompted us.

"They're like police. Well, they're more like interplanetary thugs." The Doctor corrected.

"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha reasoned.

"Neutral territory. According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it." The Doctor explained. "That rain, lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."

"Cause calling up an entire hospital was easier than all the red tape they would have to go through to search it for their target?" I questioned.

The Doctor made a face, letting out a breath between his lips. "Never said they had the best plans."

"What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest?" Martha asked. "Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"

"No, but I like that. Good thinking." The Doctor praised. "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 us."

"Why?" Martha asked oh so innocently. The Doctor gave her a look, complete with an arching eyebrow. My grin was 'cat eating a canary'. "Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous." Martha laughed. Neither of our expressions changed. Martha's fell when she realized we were serious. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Off we pop." The Doctor began sneaking back towards the stairs. The Judoon were finishing the catalogue of the humans in the lobby. "Quick as ya like."

The Judoon leader instructed his other soldiers to search the other floors.

==ROTF==

Martha was checking with the patients in the hallways, warning them about the Judoon. I had told her to assure them, they wouldn't be hurt as long as they just went along with it. Nobody wanted to be incinerated in my experience.

The Doctor went off to a hospital computer. He used to the sonic on it, searching for the odd results.

"So space rhinos. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting that after Planet-of-the-Dog-Park." I commented, leaning on the desk.

"Oh will you quit it with the dog park?" The Doctor complained. "I get it, you loved it-"

"One of them wanted me to adopt them, Doctor! Instead I abandoned them!" I argued again. "What a stupid mother I am! Leaving my child behind!"

The Doctor pointedly avoided giving me a hard stare. He focused on the results being pulled up by the sonic. "Wasn't your child."

"It was as good as!" I countered. "Terra the Tellus Maller, from Roman Mythology. Goddess that literally birthed the Titans and giants- put together the plan that liberated the gods from their cannibal father. How dare I abandon my own child?"

The Doctor sighed. He'd been on the other side of this argument ever since he first dragged me from that puppy.

Martha came back then. Unknowingly saving the Doctor from another tirade. "They've reached third floor. What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver." The Doctor answered her.

The future companion scoffed. "Well, if you're not going to answer me properly."

"No, really, it is." The Doctor defended "It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look." The Doctor pushed the button. It let up blue, buzzing.

"What else have you got, a laser spanner?" Martha mocked.

"I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman." The Doctor remarked.

"Fun weekend- you wouldn't believe how easy it was to rile those cops up." I recalled with a fond grin. 'Shame none of them shot me.'

The Doctor smacked the side of the computer in frustration. "Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon."

I let out a long breath, satisfied. That phrase- that phrase was so amazing and perfectly executed that I could die happy now.

"Because we were just travelling past. 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." The Doctor waved his hand at me, including me in his annoyed ranting. "Been building up for two days now, so we checked in. We thought something was going on inside. It turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above."

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

"Something that looks human, but isn't." The Doctor answered.

"Like you two, apparently."

"Like us. But not us." The Doctor informed her.

"You don't know that." I cautioned.

The Doctor paused. He looked up at me, uncertain. Martha even more so.

I gave up the joke with a wide grin. The Doctor relaxed. "Just a reminder- could've been after me."

"They aren't. So stop it." The Doctor cautioned me the way a babysitter warned a misbehaved child.

"Haven't they got a photo?" Martha asked, shaking off my dark humor.

"Not if it can shapeshifter." I pointed out.

"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha asked.

"If they declare the hospital guilty of harbouring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution." The Doctor explained, still running his sonic over the computer.

Martha's eyes widened. "All of us?"

"Oh yes. If I can find this thing first." The computer screen froze. It shifted to a locked screen, full of yellows and reds. Writing in white were clearly the language of the Judoon. "Oh! You see, they're stupid! They wiped the records. Oh, that's clever."

"What are we looking for?" Martha asked.

"I don't know. Say, any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms." The Doctor lifted up the computer into his lap. He buzzed the back. "Maybe there's a back-up."

"Just keep working. I'll go ask Mister Stoker. He might know." Martha suggested, rushing to the door.

"Or you could-" But Martha was already gone. "You know. We could've asked the medical student who has been working in the ER if she's seen anything strange."

The sonic stopped buzzing. "Yeah...yeah we could've." The buzzing continued.

"Cause there's a chance that the thing the Judoon are after thought about what you just said, and decided to kill the person they thought could identify them." I reasoned.

The buzzing stopped again.

"So...Martha's just walked head first into danger."

"Bloody hell." The Doctor put down the computer. "Fine! We'll go after her!"

"What a splendid idea!" I cheered, rushing out the door for Martha.

==ROTF==

Martha ran into us, running away from Dr Stoker office.

"There you are!" I looked over my shoulder. "Found her first!"

The Doctor caught up with me. "Haven't restored backup yet. If I had another minute-" He gave me a look, telling me I was the reason he didn't have his minute because Martha was clearly fine- you see- no need to think she'd been killed or anything.

"I found her." Martha revealed.

The Doctor's eyebrows creased. "You did what?"

One of the Slab walked out of the office. It made a beeline for us.

"Run!" The Doctor warned.

The Doctor and I rushed off. Martha joined us for safety. He led Martha and I down hallways, clearly coming up with the idea as he ran. Soon enough we were in the cleared out radiation ward.

Once inside the radiation room, the Doctor pushed myself and Martha into the control room.

"When I say now, press the button." The Doctor instructed. He sonicked the door shut.

"But I don't know which one." Martha answered. I walked to the operational manual.

"Then find out!" The Doctor yelled. He went up to the radiation machine.

"Found it!" I held up the manual. Martha sighed in relief. She rushed to my side. Opening the book, I searched for the 'start' button. For her sake more than mine.

Soon the Slab knocked the door down. It marched towards the Doctor.

"Now!" The Doctor yelled.

Martha and I slammed our fists on the 'start' button.

The room lit up in bright blue. The Slab stiffened. The Doctor stared coldly. Only when the Slab fell did I hit the button again.

"What did you do?" Martha asked him.

"Increased the radiation by five thousand percent. Killed him dead." The Doctor explained.

Martha gawked at him. "But isn't that going to kill you?"

"Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. Time Lords play with blocks of it in the nursery." The Doctor made sure to be looking at me when he said that. He smiled fondly at the childhood memory. "It's safe for you to come out. I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it."

Martha walked out into the radiation room. I knelt down to the Slab, poking it.

"If I concentrate, I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot." The Doctor began to shift in place, hopping from foot to foot. He was practically bouncing in place. He grunted in discomfort. "It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go. Easy does it. Ah! Baby, hot, hot, hot! Hold on." He huffed as if his foot was on fire.

He bounced on one leg, shaking the radiation filled shoe. He hopped toward the radiation bin. Soon enough the Doctor yanked off his shoe to dump it in the bin.

"Done." The Doctor announced.

"Was that like when your arms fall asleep but worse?" I asked him, still poking the Slab.

The Doctor shrugged nonchalantly. "Possibly."

Martha was openly gawking at him. "You're completely mad."

"You're right, though. I look daft with one shoe." The Doctor tossed his shoes into the bin. "Barefoot on the moon."

"Funny- now you're the crazy guy without his shoes." I remarked. Standing up, I plucked off my own shoes before stuffing them inside the Infinity Bag. "Now the crazy has spread."

The Doctor laughed.

"So what is that thing? And where's it from, the planet Zovirax?" Martha asked, looking towards the Slab.

"No. Those guys are orange, and look more like lizards." Martha blinked at me- shocked. Then I grinned. She huffed- realizing she'd been had. "But whatever it is- it's solid leather all the way through."

"It's just a Slab. Someone has got one hell of a fetish." The Doctor mused. He went to collect his sonic.

Why do I now believe Darcy has a hundred of these things at her beck and call?

"But it was that woman, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant." Martha explained.

"Who's Miss Finnegan?" I asked.

The Doctor spoke up, in shock. "My sonic screwdriver."

"She was one of the patients, but-" Martha began.

"Oh, no. My sonic screwdriver." The Doctor complained.

"She had a straw like some kind of vampire." Martha explained.

If I tensed, nobody commented on it.

Behind us both, the Doctor was staring at the melted remains of his sonic. "I loved my sonic screwdriver."

"Is the Doctor alright?" Martha asked.

"Martha he's not wearing shoes." I pointed out to her. "Oh the sonic. Yeah he'll be fine."

"What? Oh. Sorry." The Doctor tossed the screwdriver over his shoulder. "You called me Doctor."

Martha ignored his increasingly smug expression. "Anyway? Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr Stoker's blood." She explained.

"Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding." The Doctor mused. "Unless. No. Yes, that's it. Wait a minute. Yes!" The Doctor clapped, barking with laughter.

I still miss those dogs-

"Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it." The Doctor put it all together in rapidfire, explaining it rapidly to Martha. The medical student stared at the Doctor, taking it all in. I like to think she was taking my reaction into account. "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!"

The Doctor grabbed my arm. The two of us dashed out of the room, with Martha.

==ROTF==

Another being of leather walked past us in the hall. We were 'cleverly' hidden.

"That's the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs." The Doctor stated.

"Please make the fetish joke again." I chuckled.

The Doctor- instead of admitting that had been the worst mistake he could've possible made- grinned. "Are you asking?"

"...change my mind. Never make it again."

Martha let out a small laugh. "They're a lot like you then- traveling in pairs."

The Doctor and I tilted our heads. "What?" The Doctor asked.

"Just- the two of you. You're partners, aren't you?" Martha explained.

No you're not

Partners tell each other the truth.

Partners have each others backs.

You're a traitor.

You let her fall.

And look what it cost you-

Just your sanity.

"Oh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions?" The Doctor scoffed. He pushed himself to his feet. "Come on."

I joined him, walking out in front.

"I like that. Humans. I'm still not convinced you're aliens." Martha teased.

When I stepped out, two Judoon stood in the hall. One of them aimed the scanner in my face. It's partner did the same to the Doctor.

"Non-human." They both reported.

"Oh my God, you really are." Martha gawked at us.

I let out a sigh. "Two minutes, just two minutes."

"And again." The Doctor grabbed my hand, rushing me down the hallway. I was able to grab Martha's before she got too far.

Good thing too- she missed being blasted by the Judoon's death rays.

She brought us upstairs in the direction of Dr Stoker's office. She slowed down. As we entered the hallway, I spotted a lot of humans already passed out. All of them had black x's on their palms.

"They've done this floor." The Doctor stated. "Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've checked already. If we're lucky."

He walked down the hall. I walked behind, looking down at the terrified humans. Martha slowed down to stand with Swales, who was giving a patient oxygen. Martha's breath had slowed- not just from the active running. To my realization, it hadn't gotten much thinner for me.

Time Lady biology has it's uses.

"How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked Swales.

"Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out." The med student replied, doing a good job to hide her nerves.

I knelt down by their sides. The Doctor walked up behind me. "Are you alright?" I asked them both. "Feeling woozy?"

Swales nodded. While her breathing was short, she was still giving out oxygen to her patients. Gotta admit, that was a commendable trait.

"I'm running on adrenaline." Martha answered.

"Welcome to our world." The Doctor snarked.

"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked- looking for some hope. If the oxygen loss would affect the Judoon, then there was a chance they'd let the humans go back home.

"Nah, great big lung reserves. It won't slow them down." The Doctor revealed. "Where's Mister Stoker's office?"

"Probably the door with his name on it." I snarked. Standing on my feet, I walked around the Doctor.

He made a face. "Teengers. Always like this- I swear."

"She's right though- it's this way." Martha walked towards the late doctor's office. Sure enough, his name was on a plate by the door.

The Doctor put his arm in front of us, walking ahead. I reached for my Bag. "No Terra, no need for guns."

"Come on I won't actually shoot it- just scare it-"

"You've got a gun?" Martha asked. She looked down at the Bag. "In a hospital?"

"I'm paranoid." I excused. "This isn't the worst place I've had a gun."

The Doctor walked ahead. He was careful as he stepped into the office. He relaxed when he couldn't spot Finnegan.

"See? Didn't even need it." The Doctor excused.

"She could've been here." I countered, pulling my empty hand out. "Quit judging me."

"She's gone. She was here." Martha stated in confusion.

The Doctor walked over to the body. I got one glance before my stomach swooped. I stepped back, letting Martha get a view. Like my mind wasn't spiralling enough, now there's a reminder of just what we're fighting. The same kind of monster I've been running from for decades.

Just the thing that maybe-

Just maybe-

If you did it right-

It would work for once-

"Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore." The Doctor reasoned.

"Great. Just perfect- can we go after it now?" I asked.

"What's she doing on Earth?" Martha asked.

"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now?" The Doctor wondered. "She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all." He stood up. "Come on. Terra, you alright?"

"Eager to get out." I stated, moving towards the door.

"Wait a minute." Martha requested.

The Doctor waited at the doorway. I stepped into the hall, trying to get my breathing to slow and my hearts to stop racing.

No reason to get excited.

You won't actually do it.

That would be insane.

Don't listen to yourself.

You're insane.

Martha walked back- having closed Stroker's eyes.

"Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" The Doctor wondered. His eyes landed on a sign for the MRI. "Ah. She's as clever as me. Almost."

"That's scary." I mused. Loud crashes and screams came from down the hall.

"Find the non-humans. Execute." The Judoon commanded.

The Doctor turned to Martha. "Martha, stay here. We need time. You've got to hold them up."

"How do I do that?" Martha asked, looking concerned towards the space rhinos.

Before the Doctor could I walked in front of Martha. My hands grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look my way.

"Sorry about this." I shrugged. "It means nothing, sunshine. Really nothing."

I grabbed Martha's cheeks, pulling her face to mine. Then, I licked her cheek.

When I pulled off the doctor-in-training, she gave me a disgusted look. "Oi! What did you do that for?"

I winked, running down the hallway. "See ya later Jones!"

The Doctor followed after me. He was laughing. "I can't believe you did that."

"Shut up!" I scolded.

"All the frack you give me about licking things-"

"Least I didn't lick a wall!"

Just do it

The Doctor laughed.

It would take nothing.

I paused in my running.

You would be quick.

The Doctor stopped. "Terra?" He asked. He walked back to me. "Terra we have to go."

"Of course." I replied. My smile was soft, reassuring. "Right away."

Still, I didn't move.

"Ter-"

I gave him a reassuring look. "I got this. Trust me."

"Terra?" The Doctor prompted. "What are you-"

Hoisting up my Bag, I hit the Doctor with it. He groaned in pain. He fell to his knees. Once there I hit him with the Bag again. He was out cold. I quickly dragged him into a nearby room, laying him out on the floor.

Hopefully he would be stopped long enough for this to work.

The MRI room had bright flashing lights coming from it. Stopping just in front of the door, I braced myself for the act I was going to play.

Throwing the doors open I rushed inside. I made sure to make it loud and dramatic, like a proper panicked teenager. Finnegan took notice of me. Her wrinkled face twisted in annoyance.

"There's like-like a ton of huge freakin' rhinos outside! And we're on the moon! The freakin' moon! All I did was come here for the pill, ya know, cause Billy from astronomy wants to stop using condoms. This is so gonna make me better than my sister." I babbled. "She hasn't been to the moon- hey what are you doing?"

The blood-sucking vermin smiled to the thing behind me. "Hold her."

The second Slab came up from behind. It grabbed my arms, holding me still.

"Uh...I'm like- not into that stuff. Could he actually let me go?" I spoke.

The blood sucker only smiled wider. She went off towards the MRI machine, working it towards her own purposes.

"Hey. Whatcha doin' to the MRI?" The blood sucker gave me an odd look. A shiver went up my spine. "Is it supposed to be making that noise?"

"You wouldn't understand." She waved me off, turning back to it.

"But isn't that an enormous sort of a magnet? Magnetic resonance imaging?" I asked. "My sister and I had a bet on what it meant- I won."

"The magnetic setting now increased to fifty thousand Tesla." She corrected with a sadistic glee.

"That's...not normal. Wouldn't it be bad that high?" I asked.

"It'll send out a magnetic pulse that'll fry the brain stems of every living thing within two hundred and fifty thousand miles." The blood sucker explained. My stomach swirled at the acknowledgement. I had to hold on- just a little bit longer. "Except for me, safe in this room."

"But er, hold on, hold on, I'm in astronomy class. It's where I met Billy. Doesn't that distance include the Earth?" I asked.

"Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive. Call it my little gift." She replied, cheerily. She walked back to the computer- typing in more commands.

"Oh well that's nice of you." I replied. "But don't mind me asking- I'm just a teenager who wanted to get her...freak...on...why would you do that?"

"With everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my escape." The blood sucker explained.

"No, that's weird. You're talking like you're some sort of an alien." I pretended to notice.

She smiled toothily. "Quite so."

My jaw dropped- all fake, for her own sake. "No!"

"Oh, yes."

"You're pulling my leg."

"I am not."

"I'm talking to an alien? In a hospital? What, has the place got an ET department?" I joked.

She was still smiling smugly. "It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast, and all this equipment ready to arm myself with should the police come looking."

"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?" I 'realized'.

"Yes. But I'm hidden." She showed off her 'x' marked hand.

"Right. Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans."

She blinked. Finally, an emotion other than joy. "They're doing what?"

"Big chief rhino boy, he said, no sign of a non-human, we must increase our scans up to setting two?" I 'recalled'.

The blood sucker took in this lie. She nodded sagely. "Then I must assimilate again."

Here it comes.

"Do the what?"

"I must appear to be human."

"You could go to my house. We can have tea." I offered. Even if I had lost my mind- which would be necessary if I brought that thing to my house- the tea would be poisoned.

"I've got my little straw." She showed it off.

"Oh, that's nice. Milkshake? I like chocolate, with peanut butter and banana. That's the kind Elvis had." I stated, trying to hide that fact that my hearts were racing.

Here it comes.

"You're quite the funny girl. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness." She taunted. Any joy I was showing dropped. Now I stared at the straw, allowing some trepidation to show on my face. "I think it's time you found some peace. Steady her!"

The Slab pushed me to my knees.

Here it comes.

The Slab grabbed my neck. It turned my head enough for the blood sucker to find the correct vein.

It's almost here.

"What are you doing?" I asked, voice monotone.

"I'm afraid this is going to hurt. But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember." The blood sucker assured.

She stuck the straw in.

And boy, did it hurt.

==ROTF==

The Doctor heard the Judoon march past when he woke up.

His head was killing him. Terra's Bag had quite a punch, didn't it? So did she- which didn't help any. He froze- growing further concerned for Terra.

It was only when the Judoon passed that he rushed out the door. Martha stood outside.

"Doctor?" She gawked.

"Terra!" The Doctor warned her.

He saw the red sign for MRI. The Doctor ran in the room, Martha rushing after him.

When he walked in the room...Terra was lying there. Still as bated breath.

"Confirmation." The Head Judoon stated. "Deceased."

The Doctor stared at Terra, unable to keep the rage off his face. This had been his plan- had been what he was going to do to stop the plasmavore. Terra- oh Terra- must've known that. She looked dead.

A part of him thought she was going to jump up, make a poor joke about her own death, mock him for thinking she was actually being dead, then help him stop the plasmavore.

But she wasn't.

She was-

"No she can't be!" Martha cried out. "Let me through- let me see her!"

Martha pushed through the Judoon. The Doctor joined after her. He pushed Martha aside to kneel at Terra's side.

"Stop. Case closed." The Head Judoon stated.

Martha looked up. The Doctor as well. Finnegan's lips were still red with Terra's blood.

"But it was her." Martha accused. "She killed her! She did it. She murdered her!" Martha seethed.

"Judoon have no authority over human crime." The Judoon replied.

"But she's not human!" Martha accused.

"Oh but I am. I have been catalogued." Finnegan showed off her marked hand.

"She's right." The Doctor looked up. "Better than that- she's clever." Finnegan smiled smugly. "My friend Terra- smartest girl I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. You drank her blood. You assimilated it."

Martha seemed to understand. She looked down at Terra with wide eyes.

The Doctor grabbed one of the Judoon scanners. He held up the device, as if it were his sonic.

"Go ahead. Scan all you like." Finnegan taunted. She smiled at the Judoon.

He pushed the button.

It shined blue onto her face. It blurbed out it's code.

"Non-human." The Head Judoon translated.

Finnegan startled. "But...what?"

"Confirm analysis." The Head Judoon ordered.

"Oh...but there's a mistake surely. I'm human. I'm as human as they come." Finnegan argued.

"Terra Johnson. Smartest girl out there." The Doctor repeated.

And you ate her.

Because she knew it was the only way to stop you.

She stopped me just so I wouldn't get hurt.

She went through her own personal hell just to stop you.

"She gave her life so they'd find you." Martha stated aloud all that the Doctor was thinking.

The Doctor said nothing. He looked down at Terra. The Time Lady was incredibly pale.

"Confirm. Plasmavore." The Head Judoon recited. "Charged with the crime of murdering the child princess of Padrivole Regency Nine."

"Well she deserved it!" Finnegan spat, some of Terra's blood dripping down on her shirt. The Doctor stared at Finnegan in disgust, rage, and worst of all disappointment. "Those pink cheeks and hose blonde curls and that simpering voice! She was begging for the bite of a plasmavore!"

"Then you confess?" The Head Judoon asked.

"Confess? I'm proud of it!" Finnegan ran into the side room. "Slab! Stop them!"

The Slab was immediately shot down by an unflinching Judoon.

"Verdict: Guilty. Sentence: Execution." The Head Judoon ordered.

Finnegan pulled the plug on the MRI. Red lights flashed. Martha sucked. The Doctor knelt down with her. He tried to find a pulse, mindful of the healing pricked skin on her neck.

If the wound was healing, that was a sign that Terra herself wasn't yet dead.

"Enjoy your victory, Judoon!" Finnegan taunted. "Because you're going to burn with me! Burn in Hell!"

At her request, the Judoon brought out the lasers. At once all of them fired on her. They easily melted the glass defending Finnegan, roasting the plasmavore on the other side.

The Doctor's mind rushed on how to fix her. It rushed on how to stop that MRI- which to him looked to be on overload.

"Case closed." The Head Judoon stated.

"But what did she mean burn with me?" Martha asked.

"I don't know." The Doctor looked over to the MRI. It gritted and sparked. He mind continued to rush about. "It's overloading. In my experience, that's never good."

The Head Judoon walked up to the MRI. He scanned it with the scanner. It blurbed. "Scams detect lethal acceleration of mono-magnetic pulse."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "No! She can't have!"

"Doctor! Was does that mean?" Martha asked.

The Doctor turned to the Judoon. "You have to stop it!"

"Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate." The Head Judoon stated.

The Doctor seethed. He knelt back to Terra. Her chest wasn't even moving. There either wasn't enough air, or enough or her mind left.

But she hasn't started to regenerate.

So there's a chance.

She's younger than me, still so young, she could've died-

"What? You just can't leave it! Doctor, what's it gonna do?" Martha pressed. "Doctor!"

"All units withdraw!" The Head Judoon commanded. He and his soldiers marched out.

"Doctor!" Martha pleaded.

The Doctor stared down at Terra.

Martha chased after the Judoon. While she scolded them, the Doctor started on CPR. It was a human technique, yes, hopefully it would get the job done.

He pressed down on both heart's equally, pushed the last few breaths of air in the hospital into Terra.

A part of him recalled another time he gave air from his lungs. Terra had thought it funny- laughed with him and- and- and Rose.

She constantly called Rose a concubine. Mostly to poke fun at Rose and the Doctor- for not 'getting a room' as the humans say.

"Wake up!" The Doctor scolded Terra. Martha had come back in the room, watching them both with hesitation and caution. "Terra Johnson, you wake up right now! You need to joke! Make fun of me doing something medical in a hospital! Make fun of her! Come back!"

Terra's eyes widened. She lurched forward into the Doctor's arms. He held her as she got her breathing to a somewhat normal rhythm.

At the side, Martha was leaning against the wall. She was running out of air.

"That-" Terra gasped. "Kill-half-Earth." She explained, before falling back to the ground.

Her chest was moving with breath so the Doctor took that as she needed to rest.

There was work to do.

The Doctor rushed to the side room. He reached into his pocket. Dammit- no sonic. Okay! He could work with that. Just- pull all the plugs! He grabbed anything he could reach, tugging them out. The MRI powered down.

He let out a relieved breath...then coughed when his lungs realized there wasn't a lot of oxygen left.

He went up to Terra, pulling her up in his arms. He walked her down the hall, struggling with the last bits of his strength as well as the last of the oxygen. He made it to a room with windows.

The Judoon ships were beginning to take off.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, please. Come on, Judoon, reverse it." The Doctor pleaded under his breath.

Sure enough, it started to rain.

He laughed in relief. "Terra, it's raining on the moon."

No laughter met him.

The Doctor frowned.

He heard a weak chuckle. She made some comment- nearly lost in the lack of oxygen and her own tired mumbling.

"Probably Ms Frizzle."

The Doctor laughed louder. He let himself and Terra collapse down on a nearby hospital bed.

==ROTF==

The hospital was back on Earth.

Sweet, sweet oxygen filled the lungs of humans here.

The Doctor and I were the first up. Probably because we were the only two that hadn't passed out from oxygen loss.

It was easy work in the chaos to sneak out. Easier work to sneak to the TARDIS. Martha spotted us so we gave her small waves. He set the ship off to a more hidden location. Once that was handled, he 'guided' me towards the med bay.

When we arrived, treats were set out on a counter. Bananas, water, watermelon, apple pie. Stuff to get sugars going. I smiled softly at the TARDIS ceiling. She may be sending me silent mental waves of dislike, but she still cared.

The Doctor pushed me into a chair. Unlike the usual medical plastic chairs, this one was big and padded. It was easy for somebody to sink into the cushions of it then drift off. Before I had the chance, the Doctor handed me a cookie.

I accepted it.

For a long while, the two of us stood in silence. The Doctor never looked my way. He kept handing me snacks- never letting me collect them himself. He handed me a cup of medicine at one point. My imagination said it was a blood replenishing potion, but unfortunately this wasn't Hogwarts.

After time stretched on for an hour, my body felt more at ease. Breathing came easier instead of a chore. My hearts fell into an easy beating rather than forced pounding that I could've sworn were racing cartoon style.

When the Doctor handed me a last banana, I simply held it in my lap.

"Sorry for hitting you with the Bag." I apologized, looking down at the banana.

The Doctor gave no laughter. "It packed a wallop."

"It's surprisingly heavy." I agreed, toying with the banana in my hands. "You get a new sonic yet?"

"It'll be done soon." The Doctor replied. "The TARDIS got started on it after we came back."

I nodded, taking that in.

"We still going to talk about what happened." The Doctor pointed out to me.

"Plasmavores are weird." I exhaled. "They had to use a straw. Why? Why not use teeth? It's so much more effective-"

"And you would know." The Doctor commented.

My entire body went cold.

Cold-

Hot-

It was both and neither at the same time-

You can't move-

You can't breathe-

All you know is what you see but what you see is nothing not dark nor light nor matter nor space nor your own screams-

I took a shuddering breath.

Her laugh echoed in my ears. It rattled my chest- screams came out but they had no air.

Curling my legs up, I held my Bag tighter to my chest. The cold buttons pressed on my arm, sliding on the fabric of the hoodie.

You failed

You failed

You failed

You failed

I took another shuddering breath.

"Okay. Hit me with it." I exhaled.

"No. I won't." The Doctor replied. He finally looked up at me. The look in his hardened gaze made me freeze- a gazelle spotted by a lion. "You could've died up there. Died! With that thing- I had a plan, Terra!"

"Your plan was the same as mine! Don't deny it!" I snapped weakly.

"Exactly! Mine! I would've done it! You didn't need to risk yourself like that! If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to die!" The Doctor ranted.

Silence.

Screaming and then silence.

Only there was no forgiveness here.

Just the horrified realization that they were standing in a lifeboat filled with the remains of that nice elderly couple from 2B.

"Terra." The Doctor exhaled, shocked. "Were you-" He cut himself off. Even Time Lords struggled with the idea of talking about suicide. Forget that this dude here was the spokesman for martyrdom. "Were you trying to-"

My gaze was brought down to my shoes.

The Doctor walked closer to me. My arms wrapped around my body, clutching tight in a desperate attempt to chase away the empty cold. "Why didn't you h-how bad it was?"

"Can we keep Martha?" The Doctor looked ready to say no, that he knew this tangent was only to hide away my failure. So pathetic I couldn't even die right. "Just one trip. To say 'thank you'."

The Doctor could only stare at me. A lost look on his face. Finally- a problem he couldn't sonic away.

==ROTF==

The Jones Family was shouting out their dirty laundry on the street corner. If I wasn't so...meh...inside it might even be funny.

Martha was soon the last person left on the corner. She looked over our way. She tilted her head in confusion. She was met with inviting grins.

We walked back into the alleyway. Not long after, Martha joined us.

We leaned against the TARDIS, grinning in anticipation.

My eyes spotted the VOTE SAXON poster. It made my stomach freeze. Nothing reassuring about that. Especially not when Martha stood in front of when she joined us.

"I went to the moon today." Martha stated.

"A bit more peaceful than down here." The Doctor remarked.

"Sunnier too." Pulling out the spare banana, I took a quick bite of it.

Martha walked closer to us. "You never even told me who you lot are." She pointed out.

"The Doctor."

"Terra Johnson."

"What sort of species?" Martha dug deeper. "It's not every day I get to ask that."

"We're Time Lords." He answered.

"I'm a Time Lady." I corrected.

"Semantics." The Doctor brushed off.

"Right! Not pompous at all, then." Martha teased.

"Oh, don't get her started." The Doctor teased back. I glowered at him. "She'll go all day on that."

"The pot said to the kettle." I commented.

The Doctor gave me a joking smile, then turned to Martha. "I just thought since you saved Terra's life and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip."

The future doctor raised a brow. "What, into space?"

The Doctor nodded, making a curious face. "Well."

"Basically." I smirked.

"But I can't." Martha admitted, looking sad at the prospect. "I've got exams. I've got things to do. I have to go into town first thing and pay the rent, I've got my family going mad."

"If it helps, we can travel in time as well." The Doctor added.

Martha blinked. "Get out of here."

I nodded. "We can."

"Come on now, that's going too far." Martha shook her head.

"I'll prove it." The Doctor stated, going over towards the TARDIS. I followed after him.

"Well we know when I'm going. This morning, Chancellor Street." I ordered.

The Doctor smirked, smothering any lingering sadness over our last private conversion. He pulled the necessary switches. "As the Lady commands."

The wheezing noise came on, and I made my way out of the TARDIS. The street was packed, but I quickly found Martha.

More than that I finished off the banana.

Rushing up to her, I stopped her conversation. "Like so." I took off my headband. I made a grand bow. "See?" I ruffled my hair just for showmanship.

Martha looked at me like I belonged in a madhouse.

As I ran back to the TARDIS, I dropped the banana into a trash can.

Stepping on the TARDIS, the Doctor was already putting her back in flight. Once we landed, I ran out of the TARDIS.

Martha gawked.

"You- you should've seen your face." I laughed, fixing my hair. "You- you thought I was insane. That was awesome!"

The new companion gaped. "No, but, that was this morning. Did you?" It clicked in her mind. "Oh, my God. You can travel in time. But hold on. If you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go into work?"

"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden." I reported, pretending to sound serious.

"Except for cheap tricks." The Doctor added with a teasing grin. He walked out of the TARDIS.

Martha shook her head, looking at the TARDIS. "And that's your spaceship?"

I nodded, some of my bangs going over my eyes. "It's called the TARDIS-"

"Hold on. It's not your ship." The Doctor reminded me, giving me a pointed look.

I shrugged. "My TARDIS, my rules."

The Doctor shook his head. "No. This is my TARDIS."

"Pretty sure she's my TARDIS. You know what? Ask her. See what she says." I argued. Ignoring him, I turned back to Martha. "Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

"Your spaceship's made of wood." Martha pointed out. "There's not much room. We'd be a bit intimate."

I motioned with my head. "Take a look."

The Doctor pushed the door open.

Martha gave us a look, like we were insane. Still she stepped in the box so what does that say about her?

The Doctor and I went inside too. Martha had- quite understandably- begun to lose her mind. "No, no, no." She performed the basic ritual: running outside, back inside, outside, inside. "But it's just a box. But it's huge. How does it do that? It's wood. It's like a box with that room just rammed in. It's bigger on the inside."

"Oh, it is? I hadn't noticed." The Doctor commented. He reached back, shutting the doors.

"Whaa? No." I joked, walking up to the console.

"Right then, let's get going." The Doctor stated. He joined me at the console.

"But is there a crew, like a navigator and stuff?" Martha looked around the large but empty TARDIS. "Where is everyone?"

"Just us." The Doctor stated.

"All by yourselves?" Martha asked, glancing between the two of us.

The Doctor shrugged. "Well, sometimes we have guests." He looked over at me. "I mean some friends, travelling alongside. I had. There was recently, a friend of ours. Rose, her name was. Rose. And we were together. Anyway."

Martha hesitated before asking her next question. "Where is she now?"

Voices. Voices all around.

Why do I suddenly crave pizza again?

The Doctor pulled levers to distract himself from the question. "With her family. Happy. She's fine. She's. Not that you're replacing her."

"Never said I was." Martha replied.

"Just one trip to say thanks. You get one trip, then back home." The Doctor stated firmly. Later, I'd say this was the proof that Martha was sticking around. Nothing ever goes the way the Doctor wants. "I'd rather it be just me and her."

"She's the one that licked me." Martha reminded.

"Either that or a kiss- sorry, but I'm not giving up my first kiss to escape cops. Not worth it." I argued.

"You licked me. On the cheek. That was disgusting!" Martha countered. She was laughing too. "First kiss?"

"Yeah, but it helped you save my life, didn't it?" I pointed at the Doctor. "And better me than him. Do you have any idea what's been in his mouth?"

Martha glared.

The Doctor just scoffed. "Oh, lick one wall and she never lets you forget it."

"You licked a lot more than just one wall." I teased. "And you know it."

"Alright then!" He flipped a switch on the TARDIS console. "Close down the gravitic anomaliser, fire up the helmic regulator. And finally, the hand brake. Ready?"

"No." Martha answered with a laugh.

"That sounded like a 'yes'!" I cheered. My hands gripped the console.

The Doctor threw the handbrake. "Off we go."

The TARDIS jolted. The Doctor latched onto the console. Martha did so- belatedly.

"Blimey, it's a bit bumpy." Martha commented.

"Welcome aboard, Miss Jones." The Doctor cheered.

"You'll fit right in!" I laughed.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Brown, Mister Smith." Martha replied.

And so we were off-

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==ROTF==

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