Beep.

The monitor cut through the silence. Martha watched the line on the screen intently, counting the seconds.

...28, 29...

Beep.

She let out her breath she didn't know she had been holding. His heart was still beating, albeit erratically and far between. She looked at her patient through the containment room glass. His face was lean and his skin had an ashen tone to it. His hair was a fiery red, but it somehow also had a silvery sheen to it.

Beep.

He had a small frame, standing only about as tall as herself. He looked as if he hadn't had a decent meal in his life. His clothes were worn, but well kept, if rather mismatched. He had had no identification on him when she had found him. All she had was the name he had whispered before passing out. Rundan Cylipso.

Beep.

Martha closed her eyes a moment. He had called out for the Doctor. He had acted urgent about finding him.

When she had returned, UNIT had activated the Tardis homing device the Doctor had provided in the late seventies, toward the birth of UNIT.

It hadn't seemed to have gotten through though. Still the Time Lord hadn't shown up.

As if to contradict her train of thought, a haintingly familiar wheezing and groaning sound suddenly began to fill the room she was in.

Martha breathed in, sharply. She turned to see the familiar blue box materialize out of thin air.

Before she could retrain herself, she was at the door. "Doctor?" She called, gently.

Jamie stood, unmoving, at the console, wondering if he should let the strange voice in.

"Doctor, are you in there?" The door opened a moment after, and a young woman entered. She had dark skin and black hair that was pulled back. She paused and looked around, seemingly confused. Her eyes rested on Jamie.

The two stared at each other a moment.

"Wherr is the Doctor?" The woman asked, tentatively, looking at him.

"Who are ye?!" What she had said registered in the Scots mind. His eyes narrowed, though he relaxed slightly. "How d'ye know the Doctor?"

She seemed to visibly relax. "I'm Martha. I traveled with him for a while." She said. "Where is he?"

Jamie's eyes widened in realization again. "The Doctor!" He quickly returned to the Time Lord's side.

Martha followed him around the console, and her eyes widened when she saw the man on the floor. She knew his face. She had read his file often enough.

"He shouldn't be here." Was the first thing out of her stunned mouth.

"What d'ye mean?" Jamie asked, confused. Then he began trying to lift the man. "He needs help. Help me lift 'em, will ye."

Martha took a deep breath. Her hope of finding her skinny, spikyhaired doctor had died, replaced by a deep disappointment.

This version of the Doctor had never met her before. And he wasn't supposed to yet. As long as he didn't know who she was, it would be fine though. He could still help sort out this mess, because the Doctor is the Doctor, no matter what face he is wearing.

Carefully, she began assisting the Scot. She would help him get situated on a bed in the medical bay outside, and then, of course, she would inform UNIT control.

Silence filled the courtyard, the only sound being the flap of a small bird's wings as it fluttered away. The old cobblestone paving was weathered and cracked, and dried grass had gently pushed its way through here and there. A thin layer of snow settled over them all, half melted in the bright sunshine.

The tranquility was suddenly shattered by a harsh grinding sound coming into existence. A police box suddenly hurled into existence, crashing down on the paving. It skidded to a stop, bumping gently against the far wall. In a moment, a disheveled man in tweed and a bowtie stumbled from the box, taking in his suroundings.

"Earth!" He said, exasperated. "London, England! In the 21st century too! Its always earth!"

After a moment if frustration, the Doctor inspected the Tardis.

"Quite the landing. You won't be fit to move again for quite some time."

He frowned.

"I wonder what that beam of energy was... It was very powerful. Powerful enough to immobilize a powerful time ship... I wonder..." With that, he suddenly pulled from his pocket a strange device that looked as if a sneeze would break it. A small dial on it turned slowly, letting out rythmatic dings.

He turned in a full circle, pausing when the dinging grew faster. In a moment, he was off, chasing the dinging if his strange contraption.

It led him through the streets, onward, past shops and people. People in the crowd stared at him as he passed, but he payed them no mind.

Soon, the dinging grew faster and louder. The Doctor picked up his pace. He was so intent on his device, he didn't notice as he crossed the street a car speeding toward him.

He looked up in time to gasp, realizing his imminent doom. The driver slammed in the breaks, a moment too late.

Suddenly, he was shoved from the path of the incoming vehicle by unknown hands. He tumbled to the ground, someone else tumbling down beside him.

A pair of hands helped the Doctor to his feet, and dusted him off. He was finally able to take notice of the face that accompanied them. The face of his rescuer.

It was a young woman with shoulder length brown hair. She stood around five foot five, and wore a typical human outfit that she now dusted off.

"You okay, mister?" She asked. "That was a close call."

"Yes..." The Doctor stared into her face. she looked extremely familiar, though he couldn't place it. "Excuse me, but do I know you?"

She smirked. "Not me."

"Oh." He looked at her a moment longer. something about her face. The way her nose curved up. The lopsided smile. It made him frown. "Thank you, miss...?"

"Clare Oswild." The woman held out her hand.

Again, the name struck a chord of recignition, but he couldn't place it. This young woman almost reminded him of his companion Peri, but she was gone now. He suddenly felt a sense of loss as he was reminded of companions and friends long gone.

"Thank you Miss Oswild, but I have to be going now." He said, turning and walking away briskly.

He heard her footsteps as she followed him. "Now wait a minute, mister! You can't just run away like that! Fat lot of gratitude you have!" she called after him.

The Doctor paused. "Why can't I just walk away?"

"Well... I don't even know your name."

"I'm the Doctor. Now thank you for saving me, but I'm really very busy." He continued walking, his long strides leaving her behind. She didn't try to follow this time.

He felt a slight guilt, nagging at him to turn back, but he stifled it. He didn't have time for this.

Rundan didn't open his eyes when he woke. His head was throbbing, and his whole body ached. He only had one thought in his mind, burned in his consciousness.

Destroy the Doctor.He realized he was laying on something soft, and a faint, steady beeping was accosting his ears. His eyes blinked open. He was stareing at a white serface. The ceiling. He had some sort of band fastened on his arm.

Shifting slightly, he found he was in a small clean room. There was the bed on which he lay, and a sink and toilet. There was a large window, through which he could see what looked like hospital beds lined up. A few had curtains pulled around them.

Destroy the Doctor

There was a nurse outside. She had dark skin. It took him a moment to realize that it was the woman he had met in the streets. Martha.

He carefully swing his legs over the side of the bed.

Destroy the Doctor.

Martha noticed him and stepped up to the glass. She pressed a button on the wall. "I see you're awake now. Don't be alarmed. We only want to help you."

"Where am I?" Rundan asked, emotion building in his chest. Whether anger or panic, he could not tell. "Why am I here?"

Destroy the Doctor.

"You're in headquarters of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, or UNIT. You collapsed in the streets. I found you and discovered your... biological differences."

Rundan breathed in sharply. "So thats it." he said, disgustedly. "You want to analyze me. Probe me. Dissect me. I should have known you humans would do this."

"We don't want to hurt you. We want to help. And we know how to contact the Doctor if that's what you want. In fact, he is already here."

Rundan paused. The voice in his head became stronger. His hand drifted up to his temple.

Destroy the Doctor.

"He's here?"

"Yes." Martha said, slowly. "Though he is currently... indisposed."

Rundan looked at her a moment. She could get him to the Doctor.

Destroy the Doctor."I see now. I'm sorry for my outburst. I will cooperate. May I see him as soon as possible?"

Martha looked slightly unconvinced but nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

Rundan nodded in thanks, and sat back down on the bed. Soon the Doctor would be near. And then he could end this constant torment. The voice in his head would stop.

Destroy the Doctor.

AN: I hope this rewrite is enjoyable! Please tell me what you think!