Author's Note: Not much to say, except I'm no expert on injuries and medical stuff and such, which I probably should've said in the previous chapter already but if there are any inaccuracies, I'm sorry I didn't do my research, as I didn't want to risk my ideas getting blown away with facts... And I might be a tad lazy... just a bit...ish.

Disclaimer: If you still don't know that I don't own Doctor Who, I will wonder under which stone you've been living,

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2. Smith And Jones - Part 2

Martha and The Doctor go to the patients' lounge and push the doors towards the balcony open together, then they proceed to walk on the balcony.

"We've got air! How does that work?"

"Just be glad it does."

"I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty-first." The Doctor felt envy at that, wishing that he could have something similar to that, a family to visit, his thoughts went out to Rose and his unborn son, he wanted so bad to be with them, he even wanted to spent time with Jackie again. He quickly pushed the thoughts away, it wouldn't do for him to be sad, not now that these humans could be in some genuine danger.

"You okay?" He winced as his voice broke from the emotions he was trying to ignore.

"Yeah." Martha turned to him. "You?"

He merely nodded at her, looking at his trainers, causing him to notice that his trick with the shoe laces wasn't being very effective just as he had expected. They already started to fall out, converses weren't really wearable without being tied. He sighed and decided that he had to tie them and started doing so, he winced at the mere touch at his shoe laces.

Martha had noticed his predicament, his hand must be really hurting him, usually, people with broken hands weren't that sensitive, were they?.

"Do you want me to help you with that?" She offered him.

He looked up sheepishly, for how much he wished he could do it himself, his hand was hurting really bad.

"Yes, please."

She got down on her knee and started tying his shoes.

"What happened to your hand?"

"I broke it."

"How did you break it?"

He looked at her and she could see tears in his eyes.

"I was a bit frustrated and decided to pick a fight with the wall, the wall won." He silently begged her not to ask further.

Which she luckily decided not to do, sensing his obvious reluctant on discussing it, which she didn't blame him for. Breaking your hand by hitting the wall wasn't really something to be proud of, no matter the reasoning.

"Okay, I'm not an expert on broken bones but I don't think it's good that it's so sensitive." She said as she stood up from tying his shoes.

"I know, I just fell on it during the shaking thingie that just happened. And eeer thank you, for..." He nodded at his shoes.

"No problem. You'll be okay with that hand?" She asked in concern.

"I've got to be, besides I've had worse."

"Worse?" She looked questioning at him.

"Rather not."

"Okay." She said, respecting his privacy.

They looked back out from the balcony.

"What do you think happened?" She asked.

"What do you think? " He asked back.

"Extraterrestrial. 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." She heard Mr Tyler take a deep breath at that and thought that she saw tears form in his eyes.

He lost someone during the battle of Canary Wharf. She concluded.

She decided to tell her story anyway, he could say his if he wanted to.

"I had a cousin, Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came back." She told him.

"I'm sorry." He offered his voice breaking again.

"Yeah." He took a deep breath.

"I was there. In the battle. Did your cousin look like you?" He turned towards her, she saw the tears running over his cheeks.

"Some people mistook us for twins." She laughed humourlessly.

"I was afraid of that." He murmured.

"You saw her?" He nodded. "Do you know what happened to her?"

"She died." He answered vaguely.

"How?"

He looked at her with a sad expression through his own tears, which, she was almost certain of it, had nothing to do with her cousin.

"You sure you want to know?"

"It wasn't pretty then?" She assumed, he shook his head. "Tell me."

He took a breath as he started explaining it.

"She was already dead before all those Cybermen came through."

"Came through?"

"They were from another universe, they travelled between universes. Those ghosts they were before that was just them travelling between universes."

"What did they do to her?"

"Well, a few of those Cybermen came through before the rest, assuring the safe passage of the others. I was trying to stop the ghost shifts to prevent them from coming through, and the people at Canary Warf planned on stopping them until the dangers were ehhh researched... errr let's keep it on that. But the Cybermen didn't like that so they must've captured your cousin and rewrote her brain to use her to hack into the system that made the Ghost shifts to happen, I broke the link but it was too late. I'm sorry."

"Not your fault... what about you?" She asked.

"What about me?" He looked puzzled.

"Well, you obviously lost someone..." He was still crying and he actually let out a sob then which caused her to add.

"You don't have to."

He took a deep breath.

"I lost ehmm my ehmm well, we never really talked about what we were to each other, girlfriend? …" He sighed. "Doesn't feel right, girlfriend that sounds so... unpersonal... "

"You loved her?"

"Still do..." He sighed again. "I was going to ask her to marry me but... well..."

"I'm sorry." Martha said it was the only thing she could, she felt so sorry for him, although she had just met him.

"She was pregnant... and she's not dead, but..." He let out a sob.

Martha looked at the man, wondering what he meant, at the same time she wondered what had happened to his … girlfriend? She put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." She told him sincerely. "But if she's not dead then how...?" She let the question hanging not sure how to ask it.

"It's complicated, she's fine but she's trapped somewhere and I can't reach her." He let out another sob. Then he pushed the thoughts of Rose back to a corner in his mind and dried his tears. "And I have no idea why I just told you all that."

"If you don't know, how am I suppose to know?" She asked.

"errr... I don't know." He admitted.

"Anyway, I promise you, Mr Tyler, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."

"Probably, but it's not Tyler, that's not my real name."

"Who are you, then?"

"Well, people call me The Doctor, it's a thing where I'm from all of us got titles instead of names, well we've got names but we don't say them, except for a special occasion." He explained, Rose had told him that it would help if he put a bit of a story behind his name, so people would accept it easier.

"Why not?"

"Just our culture and before you ask, it's not a very well known culture."

"Okay, that might be your culture but as far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."

He nodded.

"Fair enough, well, I'd better make a start, then. Let's have a look." He picks up a pebble with his good hand and throws it, it hits an invisible wall or something. "There must be some sort of force field keeping the air in."

"If that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" Martha asked.

"How many people in this hospital?"

"I don't know, a thousand?"

"One thousand people. Suffocating."

"So we've been wasting air by chatting just now?"

"Well, not really as they're a bit late."

He pointed at the ship that was landing right that moment.

The Judoon had entered the hospital and started cataloguing the humans to find the alien they were looking for, The Doctor had given Martha a brief explanation that he was an alien and what the Judoon were and The Doctor had tried to get the computer working with one hand, which was rather difficult, and had given Martha a very brief explanation of the sonic screwdriver in the process, he had also explained to her how he had gotten to lose his laser spanner. After that, he had discovered that the Judoon had wiped the records.

He had just managed to restore the back-up and went to look for Martha, who nearly ran into him in the corridor.

"I've restored the back-up." He told her.

"I found her." She told him.

"You what?" He asked in shock, then he noticed some Slabs, who he assumed were following Martha. "Run." He took Martha's hand and they quickly ran, he guided Martha to run down the stairs, where they saw the Judoon coming up from the 3rd floor so they dodged out towards a doorway on the fourth floor, The Doctor saw the radiology room and got an idea to defeat the Slabs using that so he ushered Martha inside.

He quickly locked the door locking the Slab out, ignoring the protests from his right hand as he had to use it to close the door, they would certainly die if he didn't. He led Martha to the control chamber and told her.

"When I say 'now', press the button."

"But I don't know which one."

"Then find out." He answered back and quickly went to the roentgen machine to increase the radiation, again ignoring the horrible pain in his hand, the first thing he would do after this was sorted was getting Sarah Jane to look at it. The Slab was trying to break in, The Doctor finished modifying the machine and aimed it at the door and waited for the slab to break in. The Slab finally broke down the door and after a few steps The Doctor yelled.

"Now!"

Martha activated the radiation, causing the slab to collapse.

"What did you do?" Martha asked as the radiation stopped.

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

"But isn't that likely to kill you."

"Alien, Martha, I can handle a lot more radiation than humans can. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you to come out, I've absorbed it all. I do have to expel it, though, or it might actually harm me." He started bouncing and hoping, "If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body into one spot." He explained as he did that. "It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go easy does it..." He started shaking his foot to get all the radiation out of his body. "Out, out, out, out, out, out, out. Ah, ah, ah, ah. It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Ah hold on." He pulled his shoe off as quickly as he could with one hand and threw it in the dustbin. "Done."

"You're completely mad." Martha told him.

"Probably." He agreed. "But that was necessary to get the radiation out of my body." He winced at his hand and supported it with his other hand.

"You okay?"

"My hand really hurts." He sighed as he let go of it. "But that can't be helped."

He took a step and realised how inconvenient it was to be only wearing one shoe.

"Oh well." He carefully removed the other shoe and chucked it in the dustbin to be with its counterpart. "Better."

Martha had walked over to the Slab by now.

"So what is that thing? And where's it from? The planet Zovirax?"

"It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones, see? Solid leather, all the way through."

"It came with that woman, Mrs Finnegan. It worked for her. Just like a servant."

The Doctor pulled the remains of his screwdriver out of the machine.

"My sonic screwdriver!" He sighed and tossed it away, focusing his attention on Martha, knowing that it would be rude to focus on his screwdriver, which he had wanted to do.

"She was one of the patients, but she had a straw like some kind of vampire."

He nodded at her, telling her to continue.

"Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr Stoker's blood." Martha told him.

"Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless, no. Yes, that's it, wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it." The Doctor realised. "If she can assimilate Mr Stoker's blood, mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!"

He runs off, Martha following him.

The Doctor quickly pulled Martha behind a water cooler as he saw another Slab.

"That's the thing about Slabs. The always travel in pairs." His voice broke as he remembered Rose again, they had been travelling as a pair for a good while.

Martha put a comforting hand on his arm.

"Do you have any backup?"

"Sort of... but that's not important right now. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, I'm not really capable of getting backup here, am I? Come on."

He stepped away from the water cooler right in front of a Judoon, who scans him.

"Non-human." The Judoon says.

"Oh my God, you really are an alien!"

"You were still having doubts? Run!"

They run away from the Judoon, who shot at them, they went upstairs and locked a door behind them.

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

They made their way to Mr Stoker's office but stopped to have a small chat with one of Martha's fellow students.

"She's gone! She was here." Martha said as they entered the office.

"Yeah, well would you've stayed at the place you murdered someone until you get arrested?" He asked her as he examined Mr Stoker.

"Fair enough." She had to say.

"Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore." He closed Mr Stoker's eyes, something he had learned to do from Rose.

"What was she doing on Earth?"

"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on."

They leave the office.

"Think, think think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" He then noticed the sign of the MRI. "Oh no."

Then the Judoon enter the corridor.

"Find the non-human. Execute." One of them says.

"Okay, Martha, I need time. You're going to have to hold them up."

"How do I do that?"

"I need to give you a trace of my DNA, so I need to do a genetic transfer and well... the best way to do that is to kiss you..." He hesitated, which Martha understood, he had recently lost the love of his life, he didn't want to kiss another woman.

"For the sake of everyone here, just do it!" She told him, making the decision for him.

He quickly grabbed her and kissed her, quite intimately, she suspected to make sure that traces of his DNA stayed on her. He let go of her and ran off.

She nodded to herself, holding up the Judoon, she could do that.

The Doctor ran through the corridors towards the MRI, then he walked into the MRI to see that Mrs Finnegan was working on the MRI just as he had expected. He took a deep breath and started his act as a shocked human.

"Have you seen, there are these things, those great big space rhino things, I mean rhinos from space. And we're on the moon. Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon. And I only came for my hand." He showed his hand, trying very hard not to show how much that hurt him. "It's alright now, well, of course, it will need time to heal, but it doesn't hurt anymore," He lied, the pain was actually really bad." perfectly good treatment, I said to my wife, I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?"

"Hold him!" Mrs Finnegan ordered her Slab, which then proceeded to take hold of The Doctor, who acted shocked.

The Doctor watched as she got back to the MRI.

"That thing, that big machine thing, is it supposed to be making that noise?" The Doctor faked ignorance.

"You wouldn't understand." Mrs Finnegan dismissed him.

"Isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging thing? Like an enormous sort of magnet? I did magnets at GCSE. Well, I failed, but all the same."

"The magnetic setting is now set to 50,000 Tesla."

Oh oh!

"Ooh. That's a bit strong, isn't it?" The Doctor really didn't like what he was hearing.

"I can send out a magnetic pulse that will fry the brainstems of every living thing within 250,000 miles. Except me, safe in this room."

Oh boy, it's worse than I expected. He really hoped that his plan worked fast enough to stop her.

"But... hold on, hold on, I did geography for GCSE, I did pass that one, doesn't that distance include Earth?"

"Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive. Call it my little gift."

This is not good!

"I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me, I'm a little out of my depth. I've spent the past fifteen years working as a postman. Why would you do that?"

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

Okay, for once I was expecting that part.

"Now, that's weird. You're talking like you're some sort of an alien."

"Right-o."

"No!" The Doctor faked disbelief.

"Oh, yes."

"You're joshing me."

"I am not."

"I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has the place got an ET department?" The Doctor thought that he did a fine job on faking ignorance, maybe he could become an actor if things didn't work out with saving the universe.

"It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast and all this equipment I'm ready to arm myself with should the police come looking."

"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?" It wasn't like he knew that ever since he walked in this room, at least that was what she thought.

"Yes. But I'm hidden." Mrs Finnegan held up her hand to show that she had been catalogued as human.

"Oh. Right! Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans." It was time to throw the bait, if it would mean that he would die to save the hospital, so be it. It wasn't like he had much to live for anyway.

"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?" He said as if he didn't know what it meant.

"Then I must assimilate again."

Bingo!

"What does that mean?"

"I must appear to be human."

"Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the wife. She'd be honoured. We can have cake."

"Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw." she said as she opened the case of said straw and picked it up.

"That's nice. Milkshake? I like banana." He flashed her a smile.

"You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness." Oh, you've got no idea. "I think it's time you found some peace. Steady him!" She ordered the Slab.

"What are you doing?" The Doctor was really becoming a bit scared, he found that he actually didn't want to die yet, he hoped that Martha would figure out how to work CPR on him, that could be the only thing that could save him as he had to hold off from regeneration to make his plan work.

The Slab pushed him down in a position that exposed his neck. Mrs Finnegan approached him with her straw.

"I'm afraid this is going to hurt. But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember." Then she put the straw to his neck and started sucking, which, indeed, did hurt quite a bit.

The Doctor found himself losing consciousness very quickly.

I'm so sorry, Rose.

Was the last thought he had before he got pulled into darkness.

When The Doctor woke again he was aware of all the pain in his body but his need to breathe was overwhelming, he tried to breathe and started coughing while trying to get oxygen into his lungs, he tried to activate his respiratory bypass but found that it already had run out of oxygen. Then he became aware of Martha and realised that she had just saved his life.

"The scanner. She did something." Martha murmured weakly before passing out.

This made The Doctor remember the plans Mrs Finnegan told him about.

He gathered all remaining strength and started crawling towards the control room of the MRI while coughing. His hand screamed in protest as he put his weight on it because he couldn't find the energy to get up. He finally made it to the room and attempted to get the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket.

"Screwdriver." He murmured as he remembered that it was broken.

He then proceeded to unplug the cable which caused the machine to stop, leant back on something as he tried to catch his breath, which was impossible as there simply wasn't enough oxygen, even for him. At that moment all he could register was the pain in his body, everything was hurting but especially his hand and neck, at the point Miss Finnegan had put the straw, the exhaustion from not sleeping enough because of his nightmares also caught up to him and this combined with the lack of oxygen caused him to slowly sag toward the floor, he couldn't go anymore, this caused him to lose the control of his emotions as well and memories of The Time War, all the people he couldn't save, his family and Rose were flashing for his eyes.

He was so far gone that he didn't notice that the Judoon had reversed the process and had put the hospital back in place. He also didn't notice that he could breathe a lot easier again.

Martha slowly woke up again, as the fresh oxygen hit her. At first, she wondered where she was, but then it hit her. She was in the hospital, with space rhinos and some sort of vampire, also with an alien who was called The Doctor.

The Doctor!

She opened her eyes as she shot up. She was in the MRI, apparently, he had been able to stop whatever it was that Mrs Finnegan had planned.

Good!

She also noticed that she was able to breathe again, they were probably back on Earth. Then the sounds of someone crying finally registered. She frowned and looked for its source. When she found it her heart broke at the sight, The Doctor laid on the floor of the control room of the MRI in foetal position, sobbing his heart... ehhh hearts? out. She suspected that everything had become a bit too much for him to take.

She sighed and crouched next to him, she had to get him out of this, he needed to appear like nothing was wrong with him or they would examine him, which she suspected he wouldn't want after something like this, they could lock him up or dissect him if they found out that he was an alien.

"Doctor." She shook him and tried to get him out of it.

After a few minutes she succeeded in getting him to stop crying, but he looked lost and he wasn't talking.

"Hey, listen to me. Try to act like nothings wrong. I'll guide you, come on." She helped him to get up and he leant heavy on her, he obviously wasn't fine.

"Doctor, like I said you need to act like you're fine, so you'll have to walk on your own." He slightly nodded and carefully tried to stand without help.

"There you go." She grabbed his hand to give him a bit of support. "Let's get out of here."

He nodded again, she couldn't help but notice how pale he looked.

He was far from fine, that much was obvious.

She had let him out of the hospital and somehow had managed to keep him from getting examined. Then all of a sudden a woman came up to them.

"Doctor!" Martha let go of him as the woman came up and hug him. The woman obviously knew him.

He barely responded.

Sarah Jane pulled back to have a good look at him. He was so pale and looked like he wasn't even aware of what was happening in front of him. Actually, he looked like he was about to collapse. When it was obvious to her that he wouldn't be speaking anytime soon, she pulled him back in her embrace and turned towards the woman who had been guiding him, she assumed that she at the hospital.

"What happened?" She asked her, forgetting that she was angry at him for going there on his own in favour of his current state.

"That is a hell of a story." Martha looked around to see whether someone was looking. "And I'm not sure whether it's safe to tell."

"So you know about his secret then?" Sarah Jane asked, suspecting that he must've told her.

"If that's what you count a secret."

"I'll count it a secret here." She said as she ran a soothing hand over his back and introduced herself. "I'm Sarah Jane Smith, journalist and a long-term friend of him."

"Martha Jones, medical student." Martha answered.

"Sarah." The Doctor mumbled in her shoulder.

"What is it, Doctor?" Sarah Jane answered him.

"Don't feel well." He answered barely intelligible.

"Let's get you home." She said as she softly pushed him away to lead him to the car.

It became very clear that he was barely capable of standing up, which made it almost impossible for her to get him into the car without catching unwanted attention.

"Oh, Doctor." She turned to Martha again.

"Would you terribly mind to help me getting him into the car."

"Course not." Martha answered, very aware that he was in danger if they took too long to get him away.

Together they managed to get him into the car, Sarah Jane asked whether Martha wanted to come to tell her story and get questions answered and Martha had answered yes.

When they were in the car Martha quickly pulled out her phone and called her sister, while she was supporting The Doctor, who looked terrible.

"Tish!"

"Martha, where are you, I'm at the hospital but I can't see you."

"I already left, didn't want to deal with everyone there, I'm fine."

"Where are you now?"

"Doesn't matter, I want some time to think this all through, do I see you tonight?"

"ehmm yeah, are you sure about this?"

"Yes Tish, I'll see you tonight." With that Martha hung up and turned her attention fully back on making The Doctor as comfortable as possible.