Chapter Six- Jones and Tylers Part 1
The streets of London were busy making it slightly more difficult to keep her in his sight as she followed behind a young woman. They had landed in an alley moments before and he barely had enough time to see her slipping into the crowd. After gaining his footing again, he had quickly chased after her. His steel gray eyes taking in everything. He had never been anywhere but the building the people he worked with kept him in.
He carefully made his way through the crowd, following the small glimpses of dark blue hair in pig tails, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from everyone around him. He didn't know where she had taken him, or when, or even if she wanted him to stay with her, but he didn't want to lose her.
"You're up early!" He heard a familiar voice say, he blinked. Where had he heard this voice before? "What's happening?" The familiar voice continued and the face of a beautiful woman with dark skin popped into his mind. Had he met this woman before? "How do I do that? Hold on, that's Leo. I'll call you back." Where had he heard this voice before? Where had he met this woman before? "Hold on, that's mum. I'll call you back."
"That's Martha Jones." She told him shocking him. He had been so focused figuring out where he had met her or where he had heard her voice before that he hadn't noticed her making her way back to him, nor did he notice her taking his hand.
"Mum, it's a party. I can't stop dad from bringing his girlfriend. Hold on, that's dad. I'll call you back." Martha said.
"She has connections to the Bad Wolf." She told him catching his attention, the Bad Wolf was a legend, a danger to the people he used to work for.
"I know, but think what it's going to look like for mum if you're standing there with Annalise." Martha reasoned with someone.
"Why are we here?" He asked her.
"Hi Annalise." Martha said and the two of them followed her in silence before a strange, lanky man with spiky brown hair, and big puppy dog eyes in a long brown coat over a pinstripe suit approached Martha.
"Like so!" He told her before taking off his tie. "See." He said before leaving a bewildered and slightly amused Martha. He went to continue following the woman when she took his hand and they were gone.
~Six~
Rose sat beside a hospital bed reading a magazine, smiling whenever she heard the person on the bed sigh or shuffle. After another minute of listening to the person on the bed sigh and shuffle, she looked up from the magazine and locked eyes with the Doctor. "Yes? Can I help you?" She asked him innocently.
"Why am I the one in the bed?" The Doctor asked pouting.
"We've talked about this love, I can't very well tell them that I am having stomach pains because once they find out that I am pregnant they will insist on doing an ultrasound to check on the baby. And how are we to explain to them why one child had two heart beats?" Rose told him looking back at the magazine, liking her finger and turning the page.
"We're not even sure if she'll even have two hearts." The Doctor muttered, his pout deepening.
"And if she does, you know what will happen. They will want to experiment on me and the baby. Do you want to take that chance?" Rose asked and was met with silence. "I didn't think so. Now shush, you're supposed to be ill." Silence settled over them once more before Rose caught the sound of a group of people walking into the room just before the curtain around her and the Doctor was pulled back by a balding man in a blue pin strip suit.
"Now then, Mr. Tyler, a very good morning to you. How are you today?" The man asked as Rose closed her magazine, placing it on the small night stand next to the bed before focusing her attention on balding man and his group of obvious interns.
"Oh, not so bad, I had great company to keep me occupied. Still a bit, you know. . . Blah." The Doctor said happily while winking at Rose causing her to blush and lovingly roll her eyes. Some of the female interns giggled at them. Rose's attention was pulled to a gorgeous dark skinned woman who was giving the Doctor an amused look.
"John Tyler, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains." The balding man said before turning his attention to the dark skinned woman next to him. "Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me." Nervousness flashed through the woman's eyes before she shoved it aside and began to walk around the bed, pulling out her stethoscope.
"It wasn't very clever running around outside, was it?" The woman asked confusing everyone there, Rose and the Doctor included. The Doctor hadn't left this room at all since he had been admitted, and Rose had only left his side a few times to run to the loo and then to get food for her and the baby.
"Sorry?" The Doctor asked in confusion, Rose saw confusion sweep over the woman.
"On Chancellor Street, this morning. Came up to me and took your tie off." The woman informed them as she checked his pulse, Rose locked eyes with the Doctor mentally asking what she was talking about and he replied that he had no idea.
So, at some point in the future, for an unknown reason, you search this woman out on Chancellor Street this morning? Rose asked.
"Really? What did I do that for?" The Doctor asked, his mind racing to try and figure out why he would do such a thing.
"I don't know, you just did." The woman told him.
"Could you be mistaken. I mean, my husband has been in this bed since sun up. I would know, I've been here with him the whole time. Only time I've been away from his was to use the loo, and that is not enough time for him to change, leave the hospital, get down to Chancellor Street, and be back in bed before you got here." Rose explained. The woman's amused smile that had found its way back onto her face began to slip as she read Rose's face and saw that she was telling the truth before her eyes flew over to the Doctor. Rose could see the woman's mind racing trying to figure everything out.
"Well, that's weird, 'cause it looked like you." The woman told him. "Have you got a brother?"
"No, not any more. Just me." The Doctor said tightly, flashes of his time in the Time War flew through his mind and Rose quickly set about to soothe his mind.
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones..." The balding man drawled out, alerting the woman, Rose, and the Doctor that they were not the only ones in the room.
"Sorry." The woman said with a forced, yet polite, smile as she placed the stethoscope in her ears before placing the other in on the Doctor's chest. Worry shot through her when she saw the woman's eyes snap to the Doctor's who smiled at her before moving the end of the stethoscope to the other side of the Doctor's chest, over his second heart. In their worry about her and the baby and if the baby had two hearts or not they had over looked the fact that the Doctor did actually have two hearts.
No one will believe her. The Doctor whispered in her mind as he winked at the woman.
"I weep for the future generations." The balding man said alerting Rose that the Doctor was right. "Are you having trouble locating the heart Miss Jones?" The woman's eyes flashed over to her with a questioning look as she slowly stood up as Rose raised an eyebrow at her, silently daring her to do or say something about what she had just discovered.
"Um, I don't know. Stomach cramps?" The woman said, shaking her head obviously forcing what had just heard and found out in the back of her mind to either go over when she had time or to forget about.
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis." The balding man said with a sigh before moving from the head of the bed toward the foot. "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." The man said moving to pick up the Doctor's chart only to drop it onto the bed when he was shocked.
"That happened to me this morning." The woman informed the man as Rose and the Doctor shared a look. It was getting worse.
"I had the same thing on the door handle." A male intern said.
"And me, in the lift." Another female intern said with a nod.
"Well, it's only to be expected." The balding man said as he carefully picked up the chart once more. "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by... Anyone?"
"Good ol' Benjamin Franklin!" Rose stated proudly, her mind flashing back to their recent trip to visit that old pervert.
Should have brought Jack with us. He would have loved that man. Rose said.
I do not want to even picture what Jack and Ben would have done together. The Doctor told her causing her to bite back a laugh at the mental images that swam between the two of them.
"Correct." The balding man told her.
"My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite. And then I got soaked. And then I got electrocuted!" The Doctor said causing Rose to giggle, ignoring the strange looks they were receiving. She loved this game they had started playing recently, the reactions to seemingly innocent statements to stuff that they could not have possibly done.
"I told both you and Ben that I was perfectly capable of holding that rope, dear." Rose told him. The Doctor turned to look at her as he took her hand in his.
"And have your delicate hands get those painful burns?" The Doctor turned her hand around before placing a gentle, loving kiss on the palm of her hand. "I think not."
"I am quite used to having rope burns on my hand, need I remind you my little trip via barrage balloon during an air raid." Rose informed him causing the Doctor to roll his eyes at her.
"How could I ever have forgotten, what with you and Jack constantly reminding me of your dance in front of Big Ben." The Doctor playfully growled out.
"Quite." The balding man said stiffly, obviously trying to keep himself from claiming them mad."Moving on." The man said before placing a hand on a nurse who was making his rounds. "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric." Rose heard the man tell the nurse.
"I think we may have over done it." The Doctor told her with a small smirk as the group of interns began to follow the balding man. The dark skin woman was the last to follow and the look she had tossed them over her shoulder informed Rose and the Doctor that she would not be forgetting about his second heart. They would need to figure out how to explain that to the woman before this day was over. Rose had a feeling that the woman would not let that go until she got a good enough explanation.
~Six~
"No, listen," Martha told her sister over the phone as she paced the break room on her break, "I've worked out a plan. We tell Annalise that the buffet tonight is 100% carbohydrate, and she won't turn up." She said with a laugh.
"I wish you'd take this seriously." Her sister hissed at her over the phone. Martha rolled her eyes. She was taking this seriously, or at least as seriously she felt this 'crises' deserved. "That's our inheritance she's spending on fake tan." Martha rolled her eyes once more, of course this was about the money their father was spending on Annalise. She didn't like it any more that her sister, but at the same time, Martha understood that it was her father's right to make the mistake of spending all of his money on that woman.
"Tell you what, I'm not that far away. I'll meet you for a sandwich, we can draw up a battle plan." Her sister told her, Martha looked out the window at the dark storm clouds and the heavy rain.
"What, in this weather? I'm not going out, it's pouring down." Martha informed her.
"It's not raining here." Her sister told her confused. "God, that's weird. It's raining right on top of you. I can see it, but it's dry where I am."
"Well, you just got lucky." Martha told her sister with another eye roll.
"No, but it's like in cartoons, when a man's got a cloud over his head." Her sister said causing Martha to shake her head at her sister.
"Yeah, but listen, I'll tell you what we do..." Martha started but stopped when she caught sight of Mrs. Tyler walking next to her husband, wrapped in a robe, in the hallway, looking around almost like they were searching for something. Memories of earlier that day flashed through her mind. She had to have been hearing things, there was no way she had heard two heart beats in his chest. And she had to have mistaken that strange man from this morning for Mr. Tyler. It wasn't uncommon to stumble upon two people who looked like each other. Shaking her thoughts away, she focused back on the 'crisis' at hand.
"We tell dad and Annalise to get there early, about 7:30, and we tell Leo to get there at the same time so we can do all that birthday stuff. We tell mum to get there for about 8:30-9:00, then that gives me time to have a word with Annalise and..." Martha explained stopping when her fellow intern began to tap at her elbow. "What?" She asked softly, covering the mic of her mobile.
"The rain." Her fellow intern said nodding her head towards the window.
"It's only rain." Martha told the woman softly. Obviously the long days and nights interning were getting to the poor woman.
"Martha, have you seen the rain?" Her sister asked sounding just as shocked as her fellow intern.
"Why is everyone fussing about the rain?" Martha asked.
"It's going up." Her fellow intern informed her.
"The rain is going up." Her sister agreed. Martha looked over towards the window and nearly dropped her mobile in shock. What the hell was going on? How was this even possible? Rain did not go up! Gravity get it from doing so! Lightning stuck close to the building, the bright light blinding her, causing the building to shake, knocking her and her fellow intern to the ground as the building continued to shake and shiver, the blinding light from the lightning still there. This was not normal! Martha and her fellow intern screamed as the were tossed and thrown about the room for a good minute before the shaking stopped and the light vanished. What the hell had just happened? This was no normal storm.
"What the hell was that?" Martha asked, her mind racing. There had to be a logical explanation for this, right? There was always a logical explanation for everything.
"Are you all right?" Her fellow intern asked.
"I think so, yeah." Martha told her. She would feel better once she understood what was happening. "It felt like an earthquake or..." She said standing up, but her words were cut short as she looked out the window. It was night. How could it be night! It was just lunch time not five minutes ago!
Calm down, Martha! You'll be able to figure this out once you've calmed down. She mentally told herself calming herself down enough to actually take note of what she was seeing out the window.
"Martha, it's night." Her fellow intern whispered from the floor. "But it was lunchtime..."
"It's not night." Martha informed her fellow intern.
"But it's got to be. It's dark." Her fellow intern said as she finally stood up to look out the window.
"We're on the moon!" Martha cried, her eyes taking in everything. It was hard to believe, and yet she was looking at it. She wanted to deny it, but the proof was right in front of her. Outside that window was not the London street that she had grown used to seeing out the window, but the dark surface of the moon with a perfect view of the Earth.
"Can't be." Martha's fellow intern whispered in shock.
"We're on the moon." Martha muttered. "We're on the bloody moon."
Martha's world began to tilt before she stopped herself. No, focus! If they were on the moon, how were they getting air? If they were even getting air. If they were not getting air, how much longer will the air in the building last? Also, how was the air staying inside the building? This building wasn't air tight. Was there something around the outside of the building keeping the air in?
The panic screaming of everyone in the building brought Martha out of her thoughts. She needed to quickly find a way to calm everyone down. Panicking was not going to help them, it would only hurt them by using up what air they have. Martha jogged through the halls, dodging panicked patients, trying to figure out a way to calm them down.
"Have you seen..." An old woman, calm as can be, started to asked.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Martha told her jogging past her, she had patients to calm. "All right, now, everyone back to bed." Martha demanded entering her assigned room. "We've got an emergency, but we'll sort it out. Don't worry." Martha locked eyes with Mrs. Tyler as she stood next to her husband as he stood next to his bed, peeking around the curtains. Neither of them were panicking, but the dark look in their eyes alerted her that they were not exactly calm. Martha forced her eyes away from the couple to focus on her panicking patients.
Once her patients were in their beds, Martha allowed herself to look out the window in awe. "It's real. It's really real." She told herself, which brought back her thoughts and concerns from earlier. "Hold on." Martha muttered, she needed to test out a theory. These windows were not air tight, yet the air was staying in, there had to be something keeping the air in. She reached up and began to open a window.
"Don't!" Her fellow intern hissed moving to stop her. "We'll lose all the air!" Martha couldn't stop the look she gave the woman.
"These windows aren't exactly airtight. If the air was gonna get sucked out, it would've happened straightaway, but it didn't." Martha explained to the woman. "So, how come?"
"That is a very good question!" Mrs Tyler said as Mr. Tyler threw open the curtain from around his bed, dressed in a blue suit and a burgundy tie.
"Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" Mr. Tyler asked as the couple smiled at her.
"Martha." Martha told him, something in the back of her mind seemed to find the fact that she had seemed to impress this strange couple as something to be proud of.
"Last name Jones, correct?" Mrs. Tyler asked causing Martha to nod at her.
"Well, Martha Jones, question is, how are we still breathing?" Mr. Tyler asked as the couple jogged over, body's moving in sync as if they were one. Martha shoved that thought into the back of her mind, it was impossible for two people to become one. Logically, they were married and obviously spent a lot of time together and because of that they must have began to think similarly and thus would react similarly.
"We can't be!" Her fellow intern cried out, panicking.
"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time." Mr. Tyler snapped.
"Rude." Mrs. Tyler told him.
"And not ginger." Mr. Tyler told her, almost automatically. This was obviously an inside joke between the couple from the small smile that Mrs. Tyler gave him.
"Right, don't mind him." Mrs. Tyler told her fellow intern before turning her attention onto Martha. "Martha, tell me, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda?"
"By the patients' lounge, yeah." Martha told her. Who was this couple? They seemed to be awfully used to a situation like this with the way they easily took control. Did this have something to do with the two heart beats she had heard from Mr. Tyler this morning?
"You fancy joining us?" The couple asked as one as they turned away from the window to give her their full attention.
"Okay." Martha breath out, her eyes flashing between the two of them.
"We might die." They warned her. The way their voices blended into one went well beyond thinking similarly, it was as if they were of one mind.
"We might not." Martha told them causing the couple to smirk.
"I like you." Mrs. Tyler told her, her voice her own once more allowing Martha to release a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Mrs. Tyler turned and began to walk away, with Mr. Tyler right behind her.
"Come along, Martha, leave your friend, she'll only hold us up." Mr. Tyler called over his shoulder. Martha quickly took off after the couple, she didn't want to let them out of her sights, they seemed to have an idea of what was going on. Not only that, but she wanted some explanations from them.
They stopped in front of the door that would lead to a small veranda, Mrs. Tyler paused long enough to grab Mr. Tyler's hand and allow him to grab the handle to open the door. The couple seemed to have a silent conversation before looking over at her. With a slight nod, Mr. Tyler opened the door and stepped out onto the veranda with Martha and his wife.
Martha stood in awe half a step passed the door as the couple took a few steps out. Mr. Tyler took a deep breath. "We've got air." Martha breathed out as she and the couple walked further onto the veranda. "How does that work?"
"I've learned not to question things like that and to just be thankful that it does." Mrs. Tyler told her as her husband released her hand to wrap it protectively around her waist.
"I've got a party tonight." Martha breathed out looking over at the couple who were now looking at her. "It's my brother's 21st. My mother's gonna be really... Really..." Mrs. Tyler suddenly reached over and took her hand.
"It's all right. You're okay. Just let it out." Mrs. Tyler told her softly, Martha sniffed. She didn't want to seem weak in front of this strange couple, though for the life of her she didn't know why.
"Do you want to go back in?" Mr. Tyler asked her.
"No way." Martha told him. "I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same it's beautiful."
"Mm." Mrs. Tyler hummed.
"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are." Martha exclaimed, her mind running a mile a minute. She was both excited and terrified, but she didn't want to miss this once in a life time chance to see this view.
"Standing in the earth light." Mr. Tyler said resting his cheek on top of his wife's head.
"I'd almost call it romantic." Mrs. Tyler added softly causing her husband to chuckle darkly. They know something about this, and it was time to get some answers.
"What do you think happened?" Martha asked them, the couple took a moment to answer.
"What do you think?" Mr. Tyler asked.
"Extraterrestrial. It's got to be." Martha told them forcing herself not to blush at the way she sounded. "I don't know, a few years ago that would've sounded mad, but these days..." Martha took a deep breath to calm herself, she wasn't mad. "That spaceship flying into Big Ben. Christmas. Those Cybermen things." She took note of how Mr. Tyler's arm tightened around his wife's waist with the mention of the Cybermen things. "I had a cousin, Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."
"I am so sorry." Mrs. Tyler told her, the look in not only her eyes but Mr. Tyler's eyes let her know that they, too, had lost someone that day.
"Yeah."
"We were there, in the battle." Mr. Tyler told her causing Martha to look at them in shock. They had been at Canary Wharf? What was their role in that battle? "It was..." Mr. Tyler's words seemed to get caught in his throat as Mrs. Tyler's hand covered her mouth to try, and fail, at covering a small, pain filled whimper. Martha's heart went out to this couple, they had been there, had seen everything at Canary Wharf, and had lost someone or someones.
"I promise you, Mr. and Mrs. Tyler, we will find a way out." Martha promised them. "If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."
"It's not Tyler." Mr. Tyler told her, releasing his wife before beginning to search all around the veranda. "That's not my real name."
"Who are you, then?" Martha asked watching his suspiciously before glancing at his wife, if this woman was even really his wife.
"I'm the Doctor." Mr. Tyler told her causing Martha to exhale in relief. That's what he meant by that, it wasn't Mr. Tyler but Dr. Tyler.
"Me, too, if I ever pass my exams." Martha told him with a small laugh. "What is it them, Dr. Tyler?"
"No, Martha, not Dr. Tyler or even Mr. Tyler. I'm the only Tyler here. It is just the Doctor." Mrs. Tyler explained.
"How do you mean, just the Doctor?" Martha asked her.
"Just the Doctor." Dr. Tyler told her and she gave him an annoyed look. Was this man so arrogant that he had people calling him by his title rather than his name.
"What people call you 'The Doctor'?" She asked him
"Yup." Dr. Tyler told her, popping the 'p'.
"Well, I'm not. Far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title." Martha told him and watched as Dr. Tyler and his wife shared a look.
"Well, than, dear, you better make a start than." Mrs. Tyler told him with a smirk.
"Right, let's have a look." Dr. Tyler said bending down to pick up a small rock from the ground. "There must be some sort of..." He threw the rock, it hit an invisible wall, causing it to ripple for a second before becoming invisible once more. "Force-field."
"So that's what's keeping the air in." Mrs. Tyler said.
"But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got." Martha said as her earlier fear crept up on her. "What happens when it runs out?"
"How many people in this hospital?" Dr. Tyler asked.
"Don't know, a thousand?" Martha told him wondering what he was getting at.
"One thousand people suffocating." Dr. Tyler told her sadly.
"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asked seconds before there the building started rumbling again.
"Ooh, looks like our hosts are here, let go and ask them!" Mrs. Tyler said as three large, cylinder spacecrafts flew over the hospital before landing a good distance away from them.
"Aliens." Martha breathed out hardly believing what she was seeing as an army of aliens began to march out of the ship towards the hospital. "That's aliens! Real, proper aliens."
"Judoon." Dr. Tyler growled out.