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Chapter 11: Platoon Upon the Moon
They raced up to another floor, trying to place as much distance between the Judoon and themselves. The Doctor did not want him or Wanda to be captured by the rhinocerid. Best stay far away from those thugs. He knew what the Judoon could be like. They had a policy of shoot first and ask questions later. Even if the Judoon were looking for a specific alien species, the Time Lords might not have a chance to even explain they were not the ones the Judoon were looking for. They might just be vaporized before the Judoon even take a second look at their scanners.
Eventually, the Doctor found an administration office with a computer within. The Doctor had Martha keep a look out for Judoon while he and Wanda check the computer. He knew the answer to their problem, or at least a clue, must be within the computer systems somewhere. But try as they might with their sonics in hand, neither Wanda nor the Doctor were able to unlock any hints from the computer. Martha hurriedly came back into the office, looking worried.
"They've reached the third floor," she told them. She came up beside them, peering down curiously to the tools in their hands. "What are those?"
"Sonic screwdrivers," the Doctor answered as he continued to try and hack into the system. Martha scoffed internally to the Doctor's answer, rolling her eyes.
"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly," she grumbled, knowing he was just making up words to distract her.
"No, really, it is," the Doctor replied, pulling back from the computer to look at Martha. "It's a screwdriver, and it's . . . sonic—look." He held up his blue-tipped tool for Martha to see. She chuckled in disbelief, shaking her head lightly. First they are aliens, and now they have screwdrivers that were 'sonic.' What else did the two have up their sleeves?
"What else have you two got, a laser spanner?" she joked sarcastically.
"I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst—cheeky woman," the Doctor replied causally. He growled under his breath at the computer while Martha blinked for a third time, completely flabbergasted by everything the Doctor said. The Time Lord slapped the computer in front of him harshly, making the device shake on the desk as he glared at it. "What's wrong with this computer?!"
"Don't blame the computer, sweetie," Wanda mumbled. She had given up on the computer a few moments ago, knowing it was useless. Now she simply glowered at the device along with the Doctor. "The Judoon locked it down the moment they arrived. They didn't want the alien fugitive trying anything with the computers." The Doctor huffed, rubbing at hand over his face, then through his hair in frustration, making said hair messy as he glared at the computer screen.
"Judoon platoon upon the moon," he muttered under his breath, feeling his frustration increasing by the minute. In the corner of his eye, he could see the wary expression of Martha's face. "'Cause we were just travelling past. I swear, we were just wandering. We weren't looking for trouble. Honestly, we weren't." He grumbled under his breath as he felt the need to ramble angrily in his irritation. All he wanted was a quick adventure with Wanda. Huge threats, Judoon, and the impeding pressure of a new companion had not been on his top list of things to do today.
"But, as usual, trouble always seems to find us," Wanda added in calmly. She felt slight annoyance to their situation as well. Though, this was mostly her wishing to just run around to fix the problem instead of merely sitting in an office. God this body was highly impatient. Letting out a breath, she smiled lightly at Martha, hoping to explain things to the confused girl. "We noticed the coils around the hospital. Well, I say noticed, but it was more of a friend of ours, Sarah Jane, called us up and told us about it. Said how she remembered seeing something like that in the past during her own travels with the Doctor. Anyway—no wait, when exactly would have Sarah Jane seen such a thing? I don't remember that from the show. Oh! Was it an adventure I missed? Can you tell me about that adventure, Doctor? I would love to—."
"Anyway. Point is," the Doctor interrupted her. He covered her mouth lightly, stopping her excited ramble as he continued to explain their appearance here to Martha. "These plasma coils have been building up for two days, so we decided to check in and check it out instead of Sarah. We thought something was going on inside. It turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above. Those right, thick—they are thugs I tell you. Ran into them a number of times. Each time I swear I wanted to give them a great big kick in the—." He let his hand drop from Wanda's mouth as he made a rude gesture in the air and continued to rant.
This time, Wanda placed her own hand over his mouth to keep the rather unclean words from continuing out of his mouth. "I think Martha gets it." She gave him a stern gaze, making him clear his throat after she dropped her hand.
"Right. Sorry. Got carried away there," he grumbled under his breath. Martha chuckled quietly under her breath, finding the two of them amusing. Must be a married couple or something.
"But what are they looking for?" she questioned the two of them.
"Not 'what.' 'Who,'" Wanda explained while the Doctor went on furiously typing away at the computer. "A person who looks like a normal human, but only as a cover of sorts."
"Like you two, apparently," Martha replied, still feeling highly skeptical of their earlier confession of being 'aliens.' Wanda grinned brightly.
"Like us," she said.
"But not us," the Doctor grumbled as he slapped the computer again. Martha nodded, seeming to think this over.
"Haven't they got a photo?" Martha asked curiously.
"Ah, might be a shape-changer," the Doctor muttered in response.
"Well, whatever, or whoever, they are, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha questioned, thinking possibly that would be their easiest solution. Best leave the police to it. She almost hoped that the Judoon would find this 'alien' soon, and leave the rest of the hospital alone once finished. But the Doctor's next words gave her a sinking feeling, making her even more worried than before.
"If they declare the hospital guilty of habouring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution," the Doctor stated quickly. Martha blinked in shock.
"All of us?" she asked in disbelief.
"Oh, yes, but if we can find this thing first—oh!" The two females jumped at the Doctor's angry exclamation as he banged his hand against the computer severely. "Do you see? They're thick! Judoon are thick! They are so completely thick! They've wiped the records! Oh, that's clever." The Doctor grumbled and gritted his teeth some more as they saw the computer go red, showing them all the hospital's records had been wiped from the system.
"What are we looking for?" Martha asked quickly, wanting to help in anyway in getting the information the Doctor and Wanda needed. The Time Lord rubbed both hands through his hair, staring at the screen in exasperation.
"I don't know," he groaned in frustration at the situation they were up against. He really needed a nice holiday with Wanda after this. If they managed to survive, that was. "Say, any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms." He suddenly grabbed the computer, flipping it around in his hands as he examined the back. "Maybe there's a backup." He started to sonic the back, hoping for anything on the information they might need. Giving a slight nod, Martha straightened with determination to help. She hurriedly left the room, telling them she would go see Mr. Stoker for help. Perhaps hoping the supervisor would know something.
The two Time Lords sat in silence as the Doctor continued to work on the computer. Wanda sat next to him, eyes sadly gazing to nothing as she suddenly remembered what had happened earlier. Something to which Martha would discover in a few short minutes.
"He's dead," she spoke quietly.
"Huh?" the Doctor asked absently, too focused on the task in front of him to really listen to Wanda.
"Mr. Stoker. He's dead," Wanda clarified. The Doctor stopped his work, blinking at Wanda in surprise to this news.
"The Judoon?" he questioned in disbelief.
"No. The alien lifeform they are searching for. She got to him first." Wanda moved her gaze to the Doctor, looking solemn. "She killed him the moment the Judoon landed. I'm so sorry. I'd forgotten all about it until now. If I had remembered, I could have stopped it, and perhaps even changed some things. But now . . . because I've forgotten, I have to let things happen as they will."
"That's all right. Can't remember everything now, can you?" The Doctor turned his attention back to the computer. If they cannot get any information from Mr. Stoker, they might be able to at least unlock the backup.
"I don't feel sad."
Wanda's words stopped him, making him blink at her in surprise and bewilderment. "What?"
"Mr. Stoker's dead. Another person has died on our travels. And . . . I don't really feel that sad. Not like I used to feel, anyway." Wanda turned her gaze away from him, staring off to nothing as her eyes wavered. "I remember I used to cry after every time someone died. Not right away, mind you. But still . . . I would feel this ache in my chest, and afterwards, when you and no one else were looking, I'd cry." She stared down at her hands in her lap, eyes filled with remorse. "I guess . . . I've just gotten used to it. All the death and such. I don't know if I like that or not."
The Doctor simply continued to stare at her, seeing the way she gazed with uncertainty and unease at her lap. He knew she was still remembering the incident back at H.C. Clements. Even though it had been months ago, it still tore her up when letting all those Racnoss children die. Yes, she knew it was something that had to be done. But still, Wanda held her ever strong conflictions for keeping all children, of all kinds, safe.
"We don't always feel sad every time," the Doctor said softly. He reached forward and grasped one of her hands gently. Wanda let out a sigh, looking back at the Doctor and smiling.
"I know," she said quietly. "I'm just worried and afraid that . . ." She paused, thinking over her words. Then she shook her head, seeming to dismiss her train of thought. "Never mind. I need to stop being such a downer." She smiled softly. "At least this means I'm not as much as a weakling as I had been during my First self."
The Doctor frowned. "Oh, now, don't say that. Young Wanda was strong in her own way."
"No, sorry, I didn't mean that to be callous to Young me. I just meant that I've grown stronger over the years in some ways." She smiled and patted his hands. "Not as fearful of things and such. Like corrupting time. Used to be terrified of that one. That, and of you as well."
"What?" The Doctor blinked, completely stunned by this one as an icy chill washed over him.
"No, wait! That came out wrong." Wanda hurriedly gripped his hands in return, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I meant I used to be constantly worried and scared of ruining our moments together. Of spoiling our friendship, especially whenever Young me used to always make Nine so angry. Though, I still find myself nervous around him. Just because I truly want to make the best impression. But, eh, I guess I might have messed up on first impressions with that punch of mine." She chuckled lightly, giving the current Doctor a wry grin.
Chuckling lightly, the Doctor gave a small foxy grin in return as he seemed relieved in some ways. "Actually, I think that punch made the best first impression. It made me learn to shut my yap when I see that eye twitch." He tapped the edge of her left eye fondly, making her giggle. With a small smile, he pondered over this own thoughts of small fears. "You know, actually, I'm rather nervous around First Wanda myself."
Wanda blinked, furrowing her brows in slight disbelief and bewilderment. The Doctor was nervous of her? "Really?"
The Doctor nodded, smiling in a fond manner. "Really. I'm about the same as you. Worried I'm going to mess up and make a prat out of myself like I did as my Ninth self." His smiled dropped as he slowly grew a regretful expression. "I really wanted to make it up to you after all of that. Especially to Young Wanda, since she's not around as much and all." He stared down at their clasped hands for a moment, before giving a small chuckle as he reminisced fondly. "It's not only that, though. I've always felt so flustered, awkward, and constantly embarrassing myself when I'm around you. Any incarnation of you. N-not that's a bad thing, of course. You're truly the only person who has ever made me feel that way. In fact, I think I haven't felt so flustered around someone in my life." He gave her a bright foxy grin, wiggling his brows slightly.
Wanda giggled in delight. "You know what? I have to say the same thing about you."
He perked up greatly. "Really?"
"Really." She leaned forward, giving him a chaste kiss. She let out a small squeak when he suddenly grabbed her, placing her in his lap. Giggling way, Wanda kicked her legs out slightly as the Doctor worked on getting the backup from the computer with one hand and held a comforting arm around her middle, very lightly giving her pecks on the cheek in delight as he continued his work. They both let out a small cheer when the computer screen lit up with different files, showing them the backup was still there with the information they needed.
"Now, just need to get Martha," the Doctor said. He let Wanda hop off his lap before hurriedly standing up and rushing out of the room. Wanda followed quickly after him down the hall, noticing how he had a bounce in his step as he went along. As did she. Though, new her always seemed to have a bounce in her steps nowadays. Spotting Martha running towards them from down the hall, Wanda sped up her pace.
"I've restored the backup," the Doctor told the new companion cheerfully when Martha ran up closer to them.
"I found her," Martha breathed out in a panic, her eyes wide in alarm. The Doctor blinked in confusion as Wanda came up next to them both.
"You did what?" he questioned the medical student in bewilderment. His question was answered when a black motorcycle jokey (a Slab) busted through an office door down the hall, storming its way down the hall towards them.
"Time to run!" Wanda exclaimed. She grabbed both the Doctor and Martha's hands, and took off down the hall away from the chasing Slab.
They went as fast as they could down the hall. Rushing past all the patients who sat or wandered around within the hospital halls, and jumping over broken objects which had been tossed around during the earlier quake of the building. All the while, the Slab continued to chase after the trio, getting ever so closer to them as they went. Wanda pulled the two along towards the flight of stairs, ready to head to another floor. The Doctor ran ahead of the two, trying to see which floor they should run to. Once they reached the fourth landing, the Doctor came to a quick halt as he saw a group of marching Judoon heading up towards them. He swiftly grabbed both Wanda and Martha, steering them off to the fourth floor's hallway.
Rushing through different doors, Wanda glanced over her shoulder, seeing the Slab right on their tails. Hurriedly looking to the front, she spotted the radiology ward up ahead.
"There!" she pointed in the direction.
"Got it," the Doctor nodded, knowing what Wanda was indicating to. It was perfect for getting rid of that Slab. They hurriedly ran into the room, and the Doctor sonicked the door closed right behind them. He backed away from the door as the Slab outside began to slam into it. They only had seconds before it would break in and kill them all. He hurriedly pushed both Martha and Wanda behind the radiation screen where the controls were for the X-ray machine.
"When I say 'now,' press the button," the Doctor instructed them hastily.
"But we don't know which one!" exclaimed Martha in a panic.
"Then find out!" the Doctor yelled, rushing off into the room to get the X-ray machine ready for the Slab. Martha speedily grabbed a nearby manual next to the controls, swiftly flipping through the papers in search for which button to push. Wanda gave a pat on the girl's shoulder, gaining her attention.
"Martha, relax. It's the big yellow button. It's always the big yellow button," Wanda said, giving the girl a reassuring grin.
"I thought it was always the big red button?" Martha asked, worried that the blonde girl next to her might be wrong that the big yellow button in front of them was not the correct one, leading to the Doctor's plans failing and the Slab killing them all. She also felt panicked over the increasingly loud slams and splintering noises coming from the door, telling her they only had seconds before the Slab came in.
"Red, yellow: same thing," Wanda shrugged. Martha scoffed, unbelieving to the blonde girl's complete ease with the situation at hand. What sort of life did her and the Doctor live exactly? Was running around and fighting against danger a normal thing for the two of them?
Both girls jumped when the door of the room came crashing in. The Slab had finally broken down the obstacle, now ready to finish its task. They whipped their heads over, seeing the Slab marching its way to the Doctor. The Time Lord had the X-ray pointed at the leather creature with his sonic jabbed into the machine. He gritted his teeth as he braced himself for the upcoming radiation.
"Now!" he shouted to the two girls behind the radiation screen. Together, Martha and Wanda slammed on the large, yellow button on the controls. They shut their eyes tightly as a blinding flash of white light lit up the room. A loud buzzing noise pulsed through their ears as the machine shot deadly rays at the Slab. Finally, the white light and noise vanished when the button was released. The girls opened their eyes once more, seeing how the Slab rocked on its feet stiffly. It finally fell forward like a plank, hitting the ground face first. Martha stared at the sight in awe while Wanda let out a sigh of relief. For a minute there, she had been worried that it had not been the big yellow button. The Doctor let go of the X-ray machine, staring down carefully at the Slab.
"What did you do?" Martha asked the Doctor.
"Increased the radiation by five thousand percent," he explained to her. "Killed him dead." Martha stiffened, suddenly worried for the man's safety outside of the radiation screen.
"But isn't that gonna kill you?" she questioned in concern. She knew her and Wanda would be safe from the radiation behind the screen. But the man outside would be poisoned and most likely die from such intense radiation. The Doctor gave a small foxy grin to the two of them.
"Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery," he said. He nodded for the two of them to go ahead and come out from behind the screen. "It's safe for you to come out. I've absorbed it all." Martha stared at him warily, still not believing for the area to be safe. Nor for him to be perfectly fine as he was acting to be. However, she relaxed somewhat in seeing how Wanda merrily strolled out from behind the control area, bouncing slightly in her steps as she walked over to the Doctor. Martha followed after her, watching curiously as the Doctor started to roll his shoulders, snort slightly, and seemed to be concentrating on something.
"All I need to do is expel it," the Doctor muttered as he continued to roll his shoulders. He then proceeded to hop lightly on his feet. "Mm, if I concentrate—ah. Shift the radiation out of my body and into one spot." He then started on hop only on one foot, shaking his left foot out. "It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go. Easy does it." He began to kick his foot out, hoping over to the waste bin. "Out, out! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Itches, itches, itches, itches, oh! Ah, hold on." He hurriedly took off his red, left shoe and sock, slamming it into the waste bin and closing the lid. He beamed at them afterwards. "Done."
Martha blinked, giving him a highly flabbergasted and dumbfounded expression. On the edge of believing he was the most brilliant man she had ever met, or the most mental. Beside her, Wanda kept giggling like mad, entertained greatly by the Doctor's small performance there. She always had loved this part in the show with him.
"You're completely mad," Martha stated after a bit, shaking her head in amazement at the grinning mad man. The Doctor frowned, glancing down at his one barefoot and one shoe covered one.
"You're right. I look daft in one shoe," he replied. He hurriedly bent down, taking off the other shoe and sock, and throwing it into the waste bin as well. He grinned, finding it funny on how much Wanda giggled and at the way Martha was giving him a look of complete disbelief. "Barefoot on the moon." He wiggled his toes slightly and clipped his teeth together.
"Oh! Me, too!" Wanda exclaimed brightly. She hopped over next to him, hurriedly taking off her own shoes and tossed them into the bin with his. "There. Now we match." The two Time Lords grin away at each other, wiggling their toes together as well. Martha slowly shook her head, starting to feel that headache coming along. She decided to turn her attention away from the mad couple and onto the leather biker creature dead on the floor.
"So, what is that thing, and where's it from—the planet of Zovirax?" the medical student questioned the two of them.
"Nope. It's a Slab," Wanda began to explain while the Doctor was busy pulling out his sonic screwdriver from the X-ray machine. "It's a slave drone, made completely out of leather. I mean literally. Whole thing, nothing but leather and dressed to look like a biker."
"Someone has got one hell of a fetish," the Doctor muttered while he yanked out his sonic. He pouted at the sight of his tool. It was completely burnt out. Melted and charred black from the over taxing in upgrading the X-ray.
"It was that woman, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant," Martha stated, explaining as to who exactly was behind all of this. Exactly who the Judoon must be really after.
"My sonic screwdriver," the Doctor whined, not paying attention Martha kneeling next to the Slab whatsoever.
"She was one of the patients, but—," Martha tried to gain back the Doctor's attention.
"Burnt out my sonic screwdriver," the Doctor continued to complain, interrupting the speaking girl. He could repair it, if he had the time. But why bother when the TARDIS supplied him with new tools whenever he needed them? Still, he was rather attached and fond of each sonic screwdriver he ever owned. Wanda patted him arm lightly in sympathy when he showed her the burnt sonic and gave a big pout.
"She had this straw, like some sort of vampire," Martha spoke up firmly, growing annoyed with the Doctor ignoring her.
"Hmm, not a nice way to go, being sucked through a straw," Wanda muttered, wincing at such a way to die. To have one's blood drain, and through a straw no less, just gave Wanda the creeps. "Well, you see, she's a—."
"I love my sonic screwdriver," the Doctor whined again, interrupting Wanda this time. Both girls huffed and gave him looks of irritation.
"Doctor," Martha barked.
"Spaceman," Wanda snapped. The Doctor blinked, realizing he should probably shut it before the two girls began to hit him in their frustration. He hurriedly tossed the sonic over his shoulder, off to a far corner of the room. It banged against the wall, coming to a rest on the cold floor to remain forgotten.
"Sorry," the Doctor apologized in embarrassment to get side tracked.
"Anyway. Miss Finnegan is the alien," Martha explained, glad to finally have the Doctor's full attention. "She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood."
"Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding," the Doctor mumbled, frowning in thought. His eyes lit up in realization and his mind began to race as it dawn on him what the fugitive alien was doing. "Unless—no. Yes, that's it! Wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer! Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood. She was assimilating it."
"Yep," Wanda said, popping the 'p' slightly at the end while she bounced on the balls of her feet. "She's a Plasmavore."
"Plasmavore?" Martha asked, staring curiously at the two Time Lords.
"They're a humanoid race that, well, drink blood to survive. They're mostly known for the murders they commit in finding unique blood sources," the Doctor explained rapidly. He rubbed a hand at the back of his head, frowning in thought. "Wonder what she did to get the Judoon after her."
"She killed a child princess from Padrivole Regency Nine," Wanda told him.
"Yeah, that would do it," the Doctor muttered. He shook his head slightly, going into a ramble explanation. Mostly for Martha, who still seemed greatly confused. "Anyway. If she assimilates Mr. Stoker's blood, mimic the biology, she'll register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon." He rushed around the two, running for the door. "Come on!"
"Wait, Doctor!" Wanda called out to him. But he had already run out of the room. She sighed, and grabbed Martha's hand again. "Come on, we better catch up with him." The two girls swiftly rushed out of the room, spotting the Doctor run around a corner up ahead.
They hurriedly ran up the stairs, seeing how the Doctor was in too much of a hurry to slow down for them. Finally, they caught up with him next to a water cooler. They noticed how he seemed to stand by the edge of the cooler, listening intently for something.
"Doctor, we're already too late for—," Wanda began to explained about Florence being cataloged by the Judoon. But she was silenced with a quick hand over her mouth by the Doctor.
"Shh," he hissed at her, brows furrowing as he listened. Both Martha and Wanda stiffened slightly as they heard something as well. Someone was swiftly marching their way towards them, with the sound of squeaking leather as well. The Doctor pulled both over into a door way. "Get down."
They crouched by the door, hovering in the edge of the shadows of the hall. The Doctor held a protective arm around Wanda and close to him, and the Time Lady held an arm out in front of him and Martha. Both acting protectively for the other if anything dared come after them. The trio held in their breath as the marching steps came closer. A Slab briskly walked by their hiding spot, continuing on down the hall in a swift pace, on a mission to find and kill as its master had ordered. The Doctor waited until the Slab was far from sight before speaking up quietly.
"That's the thing about Slabs—they always travel in pairs," he whispered to the two girls. Martha glanced at the two Time Lords.
"As you two do, apparently," she said in a hushed tone. Eyeing them, she began to ponder over them, wondering if her earlier thoughts of them being married might be correct. "Are you two together, or something?"
"Yeah," the Doctor mumbled, frowning as his mind mulled over the situation at hand. Not entirely paying attention to Martha's questioning. The Time Lady next to him was doing the same, with her mind racing and jumping around in thinking of not only this situation, but more to come later down the road. Martha frowned, realizing that neither on was entirely paying her mind.
"So, I'm guessing you're both are married, then?" she questioned. She smirked lightly as she knew this question would get their attention.
"Yeah—wait a minute, what?" the Doctor said. He blinked, pulling himself out of his mind and directed his gaze at the medical student. He felt surprised in hearing this question pop up from someone once again. First Donna, then a few others during the recent travels he and Wanda have been doing. Why was everyone consistently asking the same question lately? "Married? We're—we're not married. Why does everyone think we're married?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Humans. We're stuck on the Moon, running out of air, with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal. You're asking personal questions?"
Wanda smiled lightly, bumping her hip against the Doctor lightly. "Well, we are total strangers. What better time to get to know each other?" She snickered as the Doctor shot her a look that said, 'not helping.' She could not help but tease him though. Especially since they were in fact husband and wife. Though in the Doctor's future, of course. Absently, and discreetly, she pressed the ring attached to her TARDIS key necklace against her chest. The ring to which was safely hidden from sight under her purple tunic from any prying Time Lord eyes. Best for any past Doctors not to see the ring and suddenly question why she had a wedding ring in the first place. Plus, just as Eleven had said, it was the perfect place to keep their love close to their hearts and to not lose the ring.
"Oh, just—just come on," the Doctor muttered, holding Wanda's hand as he stood up and went around the corner. Martha rolled her eyes slightly.
"Yeah, well, I'm still not convinced you're both aliens," she muttered under her breath, getting up along with the other two.
Suddenly, the Doctor halted with Wanda bumping into him from behind. A group of Judoon stood right in front of the Time Lord, one holding up a scanner in his face. The scanner beeped and squeaked as the Doctor's eyes went wide with the blue light shining in his face. Martha and Wanda both stood stiffly behind him as the scanner quickly finished its catalog of the Doctor.
"Nonhuman," the Judoon scanning the Doctor said gruffly. Martha's head whipped at the Doctor in shock.
"Oh, my god, you really are," she said in disbelief. The Doctor spun on the spot and grabbed Martha's hand in his free one.
"And again," he said hurriedly as the trio took off down the hall. They skidded around the corner just as the Judoon began to shoot at them. They ducked, the shots just barely missing them. They could hear the quick footsteps of the Judoon heading right for them as the trio ran into a stairwell. Hurriedly, they ran up the flight of stairs, trying to place as much distance between themselves and the Judoon.
Eventually, they made it to a different floor. The Doctor rushed them both through an office, locking the door behind them as he directed them through to the hallway. They swiftly walked down the way, seeing how many patients, nurses, medical students, and other doctors were slumped against the walls. All looking weak and weary as the oxygen within the building was growing more and more thin by the minute. Many could be seen already struggling to breathe. Some of the more elderly and young were breathing with oxygen tanks given to them by the doctors, medical students, and nurses. However, the tanks could only last so long. Soon, there would be no air left, leaving everyone within the hospital dead. Wanda gazed around at the people in worry, hoping that she and the other two would be able to stop this from happening in time.
"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," the Doctor said as he briskly continued down the hall, trying not to focus on the weak people around them. He was more or less simply relieved that there were no more Judoon on the floor to threaten the trio or the people around them. Wanda followed after the Doctor as swiftly as she could while weaving around the slumped people.
Martha tagged right along, only to stop short when she saw her friend Julia holding up an oxygen mask for a weak woman. She could see how much Julia herself was having short breaths, growing weak by the lack of oxygen in the building. Swiftly walking over to her fellow medical student, Martha crouched next to her friend. The Doctor and Wanda stopped short and walked back over to the two medical students when realizing their new companion had halted next to her friend.
"How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked Julia.
"Not enough for all these people," Julia answered gravely. She sucked in a small, shaky breath. "We're going to run out." Both Time Lords stared at the humans in concern.
"How are you feeling? You all right?" the Doctor asked Martha. He knew all this running around would not help the situation in the losing air. Especially for Martha being human and all. He and Wanda would be fine with their respiratory bypass system. Even if both Time Lords were feeling slightly light-headed from the thin air around them, they could easily hold their breath if needed. But Martha must be feeling the effects of exhaustion and lack of air. However, the medical student merely grinned at him.
"I'm running on adrenaline," she replied, assuring him that she was fine. The Time Lords grinned in return.
"Welcome to our world," Wanda chuckled.
"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked them curiously. She almost hoped that the lack of air would slow down the Judoon in some way or another. But her hope was crushed when the Doctor spoke.
"Nah, great big lung reserves. It won't slow them down," the Doctor answered, knowing what the girl had been hoping for. He glanced around, trying to see where this Mr. Stoker's office was. He needed to see if this Miss Finnegan was still around. They might just get lucky and be able to capture her for the Judoon. "Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"
Martha nodded in the direction of the office, standing up to lead the Time Lords in the direction. When they drew closer to the doorway of the office, the Doctor held out a hand at Martha and Wanda, making sure they stayed behind him as he walked cautiously into the office. Peeking into the room, they saw how Miss Finnegan was nowhere in sight, with only the deceased Mr. Stoker occupying the room. Martha let out an aggravated breath.
"She's gone. She was here," she said. The trio came around the desk, staring carefully at the body of Mr. Stoker. They could see the body was completely and deathly pale, with the eyes staring lifeless up at the ceiling. The Doctor crouched down next to the man, checking him over for the mark on the side of the neck. The location of where the Plasmavore had drained him.
"Drained him dry. Every last drop," the Doctor mumbled when spotting the opening in the man's neck. He sat back on his hunches, glancing over at Wanda. "You were right—she's a Plasmavore." Wanda nodded, looking back over to the doorway.
"We better get going. We need to find out what she's up to now," she said quickly. Both she and the Doctor hurriedly started towards the door, ready to find the Plasmavore and save the hospital. But both halted when Martha called out to them. They turned and saw how she had crouched down next to the deceased Mr. Stoker, gently closing his eyes in respect.
As each Time Lord witnessed this kind act, they both felt separate emotions running through them. The Doctor: feeling saddened in remembering how much the action reminded him of the lost companion and best mate Rose. Wanda: feeling and remembering similar. However, she also felt a strange twist in her hearts, realizing she had not even taken the time to think upon the poor man's death. She had merely brushed it away in an absent thought, as the Doctor seemed to do as well.
Staring at the remorseful Martha, Wanda's eyes softened. It was like staring at her younger self. First Wanda had always taken time to crouch next to those who had fallen, giving her last respects to them. Now . . . how long has it been since Wanda has done that? She could not remember really. It was something that had sort of slipped away over time. Yes, she still worried in keeping people alive. But it had become something to which once they were dead . . . she simply stopped thinking upon them. Focus on the ones one can save, not the ones that had fallen is something which the Doctor would always say. Heck, even Martha herself had said something similar once to Wanda long ago. Still . . . it did not mean that the ones who had fallen should be simply cast aside so quickly.
Walking over to the medical student, Wanda crouched down next to Martha, gently placing a hand on the departed Mr. Stoker, and a soft hand on Martha's as well.
"Be at peace now," Wanda whispered ever so quietly. She smiled softly, patting both Mr. Stoker's shoulder and Martha's. With wavering eyes, Wanda continued to stare in remorse at the lost man. "Thank you, Martha." Martha blinked, not sure of what the blonde girl meant by this, or why she was acting so strangely.
"What for?" Martha asked. Wanda turned her head to the companion, still holding her soft smile.
"For reminding me to be human," she replied. Martha blinked once more, unsure how to response to this. Staring into those emerald eyes, she saw how otherworldly they appeared to be. As though Wanda was some other creature, old in some ways and young in others. Then Martha had to remind herself that Wanda and the Doctor were, in fact, not human. Though Martha had to wonder, in the end, did both Wanda and the Doctor try to be human?
Wanda stood up quickly, pulling up Martha with her. "Come on. We don't have much time left." She pulled the girl along back over to where the Doctor stood. She gazed up at him, seeing how he seemed to have a forlorn and remorseful gaze. As though he were seeing something woeful beginning to develop. Wanda held out her hand to him, smiling in assurance. He blinked out of his stupor, his gaze slowly growing in warmth as he seemed to see some sort of hope out of his cheerless vision. Grabbing Wanda's hand, he gave it a squeeze as he entwined their fingers and walked briskly with her and Martha out of the office.
"Right. Now all we have to do is find Miss Finnegan," Wanda stated when they stepped out into the hallway.
"So, if I was a wanted Plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" the Doctor muttered. He frowned, gazing around the hall to think of where. Spotting it right away, he saw the sign pointing in the direction of where the hospital's MRI was. The Doctor's eyes lit up in realization and dread. "Oh. She's as clever as me. Almost." Wanda hummed and nodded in agreement.
The trio jumped slightly and let go of each other's hands when the doors at the end of the hallway burst open violently. People within the hall began to panic, screaming in fear of the Judoon storming down the way. On the other side of the hallway, the trio's eyes widened as they heard the Judoon ordering the execution of the Doctor once they found him. Wanda hurriedly spun and faced both the Doctor and Martha.
"Quick, Doctor, kiss Martha!" she ordered quickly. The other two blinked in shock and disbelief.
"What?!" both the Doctor and Martha exclaimed. Wanda bounced anxiously on her feet as the Judoon drew closer.
"Look, we need to buy ourselves sometime to be able to stop Miss Finnegan," she explained rapidly. "And to do so, we need DNA exchange with a human, working best through salvia near the face, so that way the Judoon will be confused when they try to catalog Martha. This way they will try to take their time to do a more thorough examination, allowing us to be able to stop Miss Finnegan from killing everyone on this hospital and on the half side of the Earth. Now just hurry up and kiss!"
"I'm—I'm not kissing anyone right now," the Doctor replied, finding the very idea both embarrassing and discomforting. Yes, it was a good idea and it would help. But . . . but he was not going to kiss some random girl that he just met, and who was not his Wanderer.
"Doctor, don't argue right now. We don't have time for that," Wanda said hurriedly and with an anxious tone. "Look, I'm sure Martha will be fine with a simple kiss. Right, Mar—hmph!" Wanda stiffened greatly and blinked rapidly in surprise and shock as someone suddenly grabbed her and thrust their lips against hers. The Doctor standing beside them let his jaw drop in dumbfounded way.
Martha pulled away from the forceful and abrupt kiss she had given Wanda. She eyed both Time Lord sternly as she spoke, "Now, hurry up and save everyone. I'll keep the Judoon distracted." The Doctor blinked a couple of times in astonishment while Wanda's merely stood there in a daze.
"You—You j-just . . . Now listen here, you don't just go kissing people!" the Doctor scolded the girl, snapping out of his stupor as he felt possessiveness overcome him in his Wanderer being forcefully kissed by some stranger.
"Well, I wasn't just gonna sit here all day while you two decided on which one of you was going to kiss me," Martha retorted, starting to march down towards the Judoon through the screaming crowd. She glanced over her shoulder, giving the Doctor a slight eye roll. "Besides, I'd rather it be her than some mental alien." With that said, she marched determinedly towards the oncoming Judoon.
"She . . . that—that . . . Can you believe her?" the Doctor muttered. He glanced over at Wanda, seeing how the Time Lady still held a stunned expression.
"Uuuuuhhhhhh," was all she replied.
The Doctor huffed; feeling even more irritated by what happened. He hurriedly grabbed the still stunned Wanda's hand, dragging her quickly down the hall towards the MRI. Wanda blinked and shook her head slightly, snapping herself out of the stunned stupor she had been in. Martha's actions had been quite the shocker on her system. Glancing over at the Doctor, she snickered slightly as she saw him fuming, muttering in irritation under his breath.
"You know, Doctor, you might want to watch out," Wanda joked lightly. "Martha Jones just might end up stealing me away, for she is one hell of a kisser." She burst into a giggling fit at the look of stuttering shock on the Doctor's face. Rolling his eyes, the Doctor merely pressed them onward, ready to hurry up and end this day already.
They reached the MRI room, halting in front of the doors. Flashing lights came from within the room and a loud buzzing could be heard as well. The Doctor's mind raced as it formulated a plan. In the end, he knew there was only one way to stop the Plasmavore. He swallowed heavily, knowing this was not going to be pleasant. In the corner of his eye, he saw how Wanda seemed to suddenly grow very determined about something as she stared at him.
"I know what you're thinking, and the answer is 'no,'" the Doctor said firmly.
"But I can do it instead. Just let her drain my blood. It'll be just like draining blood from you," Wanda responded, determined not to let the Doctor come into harm's way. The very thought of watching him 'die' today, letting him lie on the floor just in a death state after the Plasmavore was done sucking out all of his blood, shook her to the core. She knew it was needed for him to do it, but her new self was very, very protective of the Doctor. But of course, he was her Theta after all. Her husband. Of course she should protect him no matter what.
But as she was thinking this, the Doctor was feeling similar in protecting her. He firmly placed his hands on her shoulders, staring steadily and strictly at her. "The answer is 'no.' And that's final." He glanced briefly into the small window of the doors, seeing the electricity spark within the room. "Look, just keep quiet and let me handle this."
The Doctor pushed the doors open, walking into the room. Wanda followed close behind him, knowing she was not going to like this. Not one bit. They both looked over to see the MRI scanner sparking with dangerous electricity. The whole thing seeming to be highly unstable and ready to go. Looking over to the corner of the room, they could see the old Miss Finnegan behind the room's screen, working on the controls of the MRI. She seemed to be preparing the machine to do something dreadful, and the Doctor and Wanda knew what exactly that was. The Doctor walked more into the room, giving a wide eyed and frightful expression as he began to speak. Wanda remained standing by the door, keeping silence as the Doctor had asked. Though, she found this quite difficult as she wanted to rant (or ramble) angrily at the elderly Miss Finnegan.
"Have you seen? There are these things!" the Doctor exclaimed, gaining the Plasmavore's attention. Miss Finnegan turned around in surprise, frowning at the sight of him. The Doctor kept the same expression, playing the perfect part of a frightened and terrified human as he waved his hand towards the door. "These 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!"
Miss Finnegan rolled her eyes, turning back around to continue her work as the Doctor went on rambling. "And I only came in for my bunions—look." He hoped on one foot, showing the other bare one to the elderly woman. "All fixed now, perfectly good treatment. The nurses were lovely. I said to my wife—I said, I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we end up on the moon! And . . . did I mention the rhinos?" Miss Finnegan finally turned around to face him fully, walking up towards him with clear irritation write across her face.
"Hold him," she barked out in an order. A Slab, which seemed to come out of nowhere within the room, stormed up behind the Doctor and grabbed his arms tightly. Wanda gasped as the Doctor stared in alarm at the Miss Finnegan.
"Please, just let him go!" Wanda cried, rushing towards the Slab to yank it away from the Doctor. Orders or not, she will not simply sit back and quietly watch the Plasmavore drain the Doctor's blood away. Miss Finnegan turned her sharp eyes towards the young woman, surprise to see her there. She had not noticed the blonde woman's presence at all, being that the blonde was so quiet and small.
"Hold her as well," the Plasmavore ordered her Slab. The Slab reached out with a free hand, grabbing onto Wanda roughly as she had tried to yank it away from the Doctor. Now it had a tight hold on both Time Lords. The Doctor stared wide eyed, looking alarmed by the situation. It was mostly for the ruse he was playing, but partly he felt alarmed by Wanda suddenly being drawn into the mix. He had been hoping she would listen to him, remaining quiet in the dark corner for safety. But now with her there in the open, he feared the Plasmavore might just drink the Time Lady's blood instead.
"W-what are you doing? Let go of us," the Doctor said hurriedly, making sure he sounded frightened. Miss Finnegan ignored him, turning to the MRI and examining it carefully, as though double checking to make certain it was doing exactly what she intended it for. The Doctor stared around his shoulder at her. "You—you can have whatever want from us. Or just me, really. Please, at least let go of my wife."
"Oh, I don't think so. You've both seen too much," Miss Finnegan replied lightly. She grinned wickedly as she stared at the scanner in front of her. "Besides, I might just need a snack later."
"Look, please, Miss, we really shouldn't stay here and play with the hospital's equipment since it really isn't ours or anything, and it could be dangerous," Wanda spoke up rapidly, sounding in the same frightened tone as the Doctor. "We really should be trying to hide from those—those awful rhinos, 'cause I swear I saw them kill someone! And besides that, I don't think that the machine should really be buzzing and making light like that."
"My wife's right. That—that big, um, machine thing," the Doctor stuttered out.
"It's an MRI, sweetie," Wanda spoke gently, sounding much like a wife would.
"Right, that," the Doctor nodded. "I really don't think it's supposed to be making that noise. Isn't it?"
"You wouldn't understand," Miss Finnegan spoke dismissively, believing the two to be nothing more than completely brainless humans.
"But it's a—a magnetic resonance imagining thing? MRI, like my wife said?" the Doctor continued to question, trying to find out what exactly the Plasmavore did to the machine. "Like a—a ginormous sort of a magnet? I did Magnetics GCSE. Well, I failed, but all the same." Miss Finnegan glanced over her shoulder curiously at him before keeping her attention focused on the electrified scanner once more.
"The magnetic setting now increased to fifty thousand tesla," she told them, sounding proud of her work. The Doctor furrowed his brows, not liking the sound of that one bit.
"Ooh, that's a bit strong, isn't it?" the Doctor commented.
"It'll send out a magnetic pulse that'll fry the brain stems of every living thing within two-hundred fifty-thousand miles," Miss Finnegan said easily, still sounding just as proud of her work. She even gave another wicked grin as she turned to face the two Time Lords. "Except for me, safe in this room." She walked past them still being held roughly by the Slab, going over to work on the machine's controls some more.
The Doctor's eyes lit up slightly in alarm. "But, um—hold on, hold on. I did—I did Geography GCSE. Passed that one. Doesn't that distance include the Earth?"
Miss Finnegan looked causally over her shoulder. "Only the side facing the Moon. The other half will survive. Call it my little gift." Both Wanda and the Doctor glanced at each other as the elderly woman turned her attention back to the controls, each shocked that the woman would be so callous as to kill so many.
"Wait, no—wait, why the bloody hell would you do that?" Wanda demanded to know. "I mean, isn't that just a bit extreme here? How could you just go and kill everyone who are innocent and kind and—and think of all those children!"
"Well, with everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine to make my escape," Miss Finnegan said with a grin. "Why should I care if a few simple humans get in the way."
"No, that's weird. You're talking like you're some sort of an alien," the Doctor spoke up, wanting to talk before Wanda burst out into an angry rant as it looked like she was ready to do. He could see her eye twitch and her face growing bright red like she always got when she was boiling with her temper.
"Quite so," Miss Finnegan confirmed, giving him a smile.
"No!" the Doctor said in disbelief and shock.
"Oh, yes." Miss Finnegan smiled and nodded.
The Doctor continued to give her a completely dumbfounded expression. "You're joshing me."
"I am not."
"Can you believe that, Alice? We're talking to an alien? In a hospital?" The Doctor grinned at Wanda, trying to silently tell her to cool off. Wanda huffed slightly, then gave an excited grin.
"Oh, eccellente," Wanda said brightly. "It's not every day you can say you've met an alien. Wonder if she wants to phone home as well?"
"What, has this place got an E.T. Department?" the Doctor added in, trying to sound like he was joking along with Wanda.
"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," Miss Finnegan told them, walking over to stand in front of the couple.
"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you," the Doctor said in an astonished tone.
"Yes," the older woman said slyly. She held up her hand for them to see the black 'X' on the back of her hand, showing them that the Judoon had already scanned and cataloged her. "But I'm . . . hidden."
"Oh, right." The Doctor nodded. "Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans."
Miss Finnegan, who had been walking back over to the scanner, turned sharply to face them again. "They're doing what?"
"The rhinos were told by their chief to increase their scans to, um . . . setting two, I think? Something about since they can't find signs of nonhuman, they'll have to check over everyone again," Wanda said to the Plasmavore. Miss Finnegan bared her teeth slightly, clearly irritated and angered by this news.
"Then I must assimilate again," she grounded out through her teeth. Both the Doctor and Wanda blinked in pretend confusion.
"What does that mean?" the Doctor asked her.
"I must appear to be human," Miss Finnegan said, walking swiftly over to the controls as she hurried to get her straw.
"Well, you're welcome to come home with us," the Doctor said lightly, giving a nervous grin. "We'd be honoured to have an alien guest in our home, wouldn't dear? We can have cake." Wanda nodded absently, keeping her eyes trained on the woman in front of them as she dug through her bag. Miss Finnegan held up her straw, giving them a wicked grin.
"Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw," she replied casually.
"Oh, that's nice. Milkshake?" the Doctor responded, giving the straw a wary stare as the Plasmavore walked up closer to him. "Uh, I like banana."
Miss Finnegan gave a small hum in amusement. "You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness. I think it's time you found some peace. Steady him." The Slab did as it was told, making the Doctor lower so that Miss Finnegan had better access to his neck. All the while the Slab still kept a tight on Wanda as she struggled in its grasp, growing angry as Miss Finnegan got ready to drink from her Theta.
"Stop it! Please, just leave him alone!" Wanda yelled, trying to make it so she sounded fearful instead of angry. "Look, if you need someone to snack on, then just have me instead. I'm sure that I am much tastier than my husband and—and wouldn't it be better if you 'assimilated' a female instead of a male?"
"Oh, it really doesn't matter," Miss Finnegan remarked cheekily. "If fact, I'd prefer the males over females, for they are much tastier." She gave Wanda a dark grin. "Besides, I think I'm doing you a favor. I'm making you an early widow." She jabbed the straw into the Doctor's neck, making him wince at the sharp pain.
The Plasmavore then proceeded to drain him dry, consuming all of his blood greedily. Wanda gritted her teeth and looked away, not being able to stand the sight of the Doctor slowly turning pale and dying. She shook as she only wanted to slam herself into the damn Plasmavore and, being an elderly woman or not, knock her lights out. But Wanda kept her cool, knowing this was part of the plan and the Doctor would be angry with her if she messed everything up. Not only this, but she knew that once the Plasmavore let go of the Doctor and the Judoon arrived with Martha to kill the fugitive, then Wanda would be able to resuscitate the Doctor and bring him back to life.
But the danger became even more apparent when the pinging warning of the Doctor's death (or of her own, for she never quite figured that one out) went off in her mind; telling her that the Doctor was very close to his death now as his hearts slowed down from the lack of blood being pumped through his system. And as his hearts slowed down, missing a few of their beats, Wanda's second heart stuttered. Her eyes went wide as she remembered what would happen to her as well if the Doctor ever died. Her hearts and body would slowly cease function, making her die along with him as her life was connected to his. She gasped, realizing that she might not be able to stay alive long enough to save him.
"No, please, stop it! You're killing him!" Wanda screamed in terror as she turned her head towards the two again. She saw how the Doctor give her a light wink, as if to try and reassure her over the fact that he was deathly pale now and slowly dying.
Before she could act or do anything else, she felt her second heart give out as the Doctor's own hearts stop. She stared at her husband in alarm as his brown eyes stared blankly back at her, lifeless.
"No!" she cried, feeling tears run down her face. She fell weakly to her knees in devastation and the Doctor fell back hard on the ground as the Slab let go of them both when the doors burst open and a flood of Judoon and one Martha Jones came into the room.
Wanda crawled over to the Doctor as she felt her other heart stuttering and trying to cease its function. Her body, becoming increasingly weak not only from the lacking oxygen but from her dying body as well. She shakenly ran her hands along her husband's face, feeling how cold his was from the lack of blood and life. Full of determination and resolve, she firmly began her work to bring him back to life. She did not even care to pay attention to what else was going on within the room. Did not even pay mind to the Judoon discovering the real fugitive alien they had been after along with Martha's help. Nor did she remotely care of them killing the Plasmavore off and the MRI scanner in the corner getting ready to kill everyone. All she focused on was breathing deeply onto the Doctor's mouth, giving air to his lungs, then promptly pushing roughly on his chest over both hearts to start them up once more.
"Come on, Doctor. Come on. You're not leaving me, do you hear?" Wanda muttered in desperation. She panted, out of breath as she stared down at his face, watching as he jerked slightly as she pumped on his chest. Martha hurriedly kneeled down beside the girl after the Judoon had left when finishing their work on killing the guilty Plasmavore and her Slab, looking at the Doctor in panic. The medical student glanced up at the unstable scanner in the corner, seeing how it was becoming increasingly deadly.
"Wanda, the Judoon left and that things going to explode. What do we do?" the girl asked the Time Lady hurriedly, sounding just as out of breath as the alien next to her.
"Un-plug t-the . . . red cord. Al-always . . . r-red cord," Wanda panted. Martha nodded, jumping up and running over to the controls to do as such. Wanda gritted her teeth, pumping viciously at the Doctor's chest over his hearts. "P-please . . . please don't leave me. Not. Ever. S-s-ttay . . . with me, please." She panted, sucking in one last deep breath as she felt her last heart stutter and stop. Leaning down, she breathed all her own air into the Doctor's lungs. She slumped over, letting out one last word. "Theta."
Wanda fell sideways onto the cold, hospital floor, vaguely hearing the MRI turn off and the Doctor gasping and coughing for air as his hearts started up once more. She smiled on the ground, not even caring that her own hearts began to beat strongly. All she cared was that she had done it. She had brought the Doctor back to life. The Doctor sat up, coughing and hacking as he tried getting whatever oxygen there was left into his lungs. He looked up as he heard someone fall to the ground, seeing that Martha had passed out with unplugged red cords held tightly in her hands. Beside him, he heard Wanda coughing and gasping as well as she too tried to breathe again.
Neither Time Lord had enough air in their lungs to speak as they both helped each other up. The Doctor walked up, stooping down to pick up an unconscious Martha and hold her in his arms, feeling proud of the human as he knew she had stopped the machine. Wanda held him steady as they walked out of the room, going back to the halls. They saw how people all around them were now unconscious as well, all lying slumped within the halls. They continued on, going into the very same room which the Doctor had been hospitalize and stared out the large windows when seeing the Judoon ships leaving the Moon's surface.
"Come on, come on, come on. Come on, please," the Doctor managed to mutter under his breath as he watched the ships leaving. He could only hope now that the Judoon would have the decency enough to send the hospital and humans back. Then, as the rain began to hit the window outside the hospital, both Time Lords gave the brightest smiles in victory.
"It's raining," Wanda breathed. "Oh, how much I love the rain." She giggled and smiled as she leaned up against the Doctor. The thunder crashed with the white light filling up the hospital once again as they were all saved.
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Martha gasped as she sat up in the hospital bed. Blinking in confusion and weariness, she slowly looked around her, deeply wishing to see two people there with her. She almost expected to see them sitting beside the bed and grinning at her. However, all she saw was the broken up room and people walking happily down the hallway of the Royal Hope Hospital. No Doctor or Wanderer in sight. Martha shook her head, hurriedly jumping off the bed and running past the stumbling patients within the building. Jogging down as quickly as she could (being that she was still weak from oxygen starvation), she ran down to the ground floor of the building. Going outside, she saw many police, paramedics, and new reporters all gathered around. All in fearful fright as to what had just occurred only minutes ago with the hospital's return.
And still, there was no Doctor or Wanderer.
Martha felt greatly deflated as she only wished to have at least seen the strange aliens one last time before they left. But it appeared that they were now long gone. Or . . . at least, she thought they were.
Movement caught her eye over by the hospital's garden. She looked over, smiling when she saw the two aliens walking through the flowers and trees, going towards a strange blue box parked under one large tree. She waved lightly as she saw both smiling and waving to her as a goodbye. Then, both walked into the blue box. She thought it strange, them going into an old police box. How would they both fit in there? Then, a police car drove by front of her vision and the box was gone once the car had passed. Just like that. Both the blue box and the extraordinary couple, were gone.
Martha felt her heart plummet as she slowly lowered her waving hand. Her smile dropped and she could only stare at the direction in wonder as she dearly wished to have had a proper goodbye. But maybe, just maybe, it was meant to be this way. The Doctor and the Wanderer. Two travellers who came to where they were needed, and left once the day was saved. Constantly on the move. Constantly on the job to save the world and the people around them. Martha smiled sadly, only wishing she could have seen them one last time. Maybe even have a proper journey with them without impending doom and death.
"Yo! Martha! Are you seriously telling me that I leave for two bleepin' minutes and this happens?!"
Martha jumped in surprise at the call of a familiar American accent. Turning around, she beamed as she saw the messy brown hair and foxy grin of her young friend.
"Oh, Aleena, you wouldn't believe what happened," Martha said in excitement, rushing over to teenaged girl to tell her the full story of the amazing adventure she had with the Doctor and the Wanderer.
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Whelp, seems like a lot of interesting things happened in this chapter. Wonder where the Doctor and Wanda will go to next. ;) So, hate to be a repeat, but please let me know what you all think of the chapter, or chapters, in a review. I'm really, really excited to see what you all thought of the chapters. :D Hope to see you all again in the future! Take care everyone! :)