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Soooo if you're on chapter 2 it means you kinda liked the first one... right? :D

The Doctor's on in this one! Say hello to Ten:)

I stood stock still, staring out into space. The Earth should be a little to my left, I noticed, but didn't really care to move. I was hypnotized by the sheer expanse of space, and although it wasn't something new, I was still amazed. A pang of melancholy hit me, and my right hand traced the device on my left, as I wondered if maybe I was stuck here, forever.

Then the yelling started. The humans. Of course they were yelling. The apes feared everything they didn't understand. Instead of figuring stuff out, they stood stock-still, yelled, and sometimes, fainted. Most of them were quite useless.

A commotion suddenly called my attention and I pressed myself to the window, looking up. A spaceship came into view slowly coming to a halt as it landed. Two more followed, and mere seconds later, the doors opened to let beings through.

I cursed, quite long and loudly. Judoons were marching out of the spaceships, making their way into the building.

Another round of profanities burst from my lips. If they found me here, I would be doomed. Not only was I not human, but I was wanted as well.

I considered my options. I couldn't really run far, stranded here on the moon, but I could probably hide long enough so the Judoon will find what they're looking for and leave. That is, if we didn't all die from oxygen deprivation first.

I debated staying on the room I was currently in, but decided not to. Nowhere to hide if they decided to check here. So I ran out the hallway, through the crowds of panicking people, and found the perfect place. It was a janitor's closet, stacked up to the ceiling with cleaning supplies. I ducked behind one of those and waited.

It was not long before I started getting paranoid. I literally had nowhere to run if that door opened. I would be caught and imprisoned, if not dead. Depending on whether they mistook me with the other alien on the hospital or if they recognized me.

I couldn't take it any more. I couldn't see anything from here, and I couldn't be prepared for attack. I slowly inched the door open, and finding the hallway Judoon free, I slipped out.

It was not long before I heard the Judoons, slowly making their way through humans, cataloging them and marking their hands. I panicked, and ducked into the first room I saw.

It was mostly dark, and I didn't have enough time to really examine it before my eyes caught on a stranger. The man was hunched over the computer, a gadget in his hand making a strange whirring noise and lighting up blue.

"Back so fast? What did he say?"

I remained silent, not wanting to be here but unwilling to go out. He turned in his chair, and his eyes widened.

"Oh, not Martha then. Hello there. And who are you?"

I hesitated. "I'm Kylie."

"I'm the Doctor. Do you work here, Kylie?" I shook my head. "Oh well, do you know anything about restoring backups in computers?"

"No."

He sighed and returned to what he was doing. "In that case, I don't have much use for you. Now, run along."

I remained immobile, and sensing this, he turned back again.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, exasperated.

"There are aliens outside." I tried reminding him.

He waved it off. "They won't do anything to you. They're not interested in humans." He froze, as if something had just occurred to him. "Unless you're not. Human, that is."

Oh shit. "I'm human."

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He pointed his gadget in my direction and the point glowed blue. "Aha! Alien! You're the one they're looking for."

He stood up, and I had a whole view of him. He was tall. At least a head taller than me, and wore a blue pinstripe suit and a long coat. His hair was mussed, sticking out. He was a bit handsome I suppose, but nothing out of the ordinary.

I raised my hands in front of me. "No, I'm really not. I am alien." I clarified. "But they're not looking for me. Well, not right now."

His face twisted in confusion. "What?"

"Look, I haven't done anything to warrant a search like this. I'm just a non human that stumbled into the hospital." I motioned to the bandages on my arms. "Probably the same as you. You're not human either, are you?"

He neither denied nor confirmed this. Instead, he quickly took a step forward and grabbed my arm. "I'm not sure I believe you. So, you're coming with me."

He dragged me into the hall, which I was relieved to find empty of Judoon. He dragged me until suddenly a girl in a white coat ran to him, and he caught her with his empty arm.

"I found her." She said, out of breath.

"You what? No, I found her!" he motioned towards me and I smiled when I caught her gaze, waving with my free hand. Suddenly something broke back the door, and a man in dark clothing and a motorcycle helmet burst through. "Run!" the Doctor yelled.

His hand pulled me with him, and I took off running with them. We ducked into hallways, down the stairs, quickly freezing when we almost ran up against the Judoon. The alien in the motorcycle jacket was hot on our heels, and the Doctor quickly ushered us into a radiology room before closing the door on the alien's face. He rushed us to a space behind a screen.

"When I say 'now', you press the button." He told the woman as he pushed us both behind a glass wall.

"I don't know which one." She screamed.

"Find out!"

The woman grabbed for the Operator's manual, and I rolled my eyes. I quickly stepped up to the console, running my eyes over the buttons. It would have to be obvious, I gathered. I saw a big yellow button and assumed that was the one.

The woman was still flipping through the pages when suddenly the alien broke through the door.

"Now!" The doctor yelled.

I pressed down the button and watched as the room was flooded with light. The woman closed her eyes, but I stared, transfixed, as the Doctor and the alien's skeletons shone. The alien with the helmet froze a second before tumbling to the ground. It didn't even twitch.

"What did you do?" The woman, -Martha,- gasped.

"Increased the radiation by five thousand per cent. Killed him dead," The Doctor explained, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Isn't that likely to kill you?" Martha worried.

I strode out from behind the glass and approached the alien in the floor. I kicked him slowly, breathing out when he failed to respond. I crouched next to him, giving him a brief curious pass over.

I looked up at the Doctor and watched him carefully. I didn't know how he'd done it, least of all so fast, but he'd made a plan. He saved us by his quick thinking. Quite impressive. I wondered what he was.

"I have a feeling this," I paused. "This Doctor here, has felt much worse things than such simple things as radiation."

The Doctor met my eyes, and a grin played on his lips. "You're right. It's only radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery." He smiled, all teeth. "Martha, it's safe for you to come out, I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it."

He started bouncing and hopping, his hair jumping up and down right along with him. I stared at him, surprised. I noticed he acted pretty much like a child.

"If I concentrate," he said between hops. "I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe." He proceeded to jump in only one foot. "Here we go, here we go, easy does it..."

He shook his foot, and I stared, astonished. Crazy. This man was crazy.

His jumping did not cease. "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 took off his shoe, dumping it in the dustbin. He grinned, almost looking proud. "Done."

I didn't know if I should laugh or continue staring. This man, this man was-

"Mad." Martha took the words right out of my mouth. "You're completely mad."

All of the sudden, he turned serious. His eyes bored into Martha's.

"Right. I look daft with one shoe." He took off the other one, dumping it right next to the last one. The serious expression on his face did not waver. "Barefoot on the moon!"

He wiggled his toes.

I almost burst out laughing, right then and there, crouched beside the leather man. This situation I found myself in, it was ridiculous. I had not expected this in a million years.

Martha walked over close to me, and crouched, examining the body.

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

The Doctor walked over to us, and I couldn't take my eyes off his feet. Ridiculous. Simply, ridiculous.

"It's just a slab." He said. "But first things first." He paused.

He stood just on the other side of the slab, and I had to crane my head back to look at him. I blinked. He no longer looked relaxed. The easy expression on his face was gone. He stared at me, and there was something in his eyes that shook me. It took me a moment to realize what was coiling deep in my stomach. Fear. This man was to be feared.

"Who are you?" he asked, and if the feeling behind his eyes weren't enough, his tone would have alerted me of the danger I was in.

I stood up, slowly, stepping back so I could see him properly.

"I'm not a threat." I told him, quietly.

He arched an eyebrow. "I'll be the judge of that. It's not everyday that you find an alien in a human hospital. Especially not one just taken to the moon."

I gulped, but the sound wasn't quite loud enough to block Martha's mumble, "Another alien? Everyone's an alien today…"

"Look," I said nervously, my eyes fixed on his, even when all I wanted was to look away. "I can explain this. I really can. Let's just," I motioned the slab on the floor. "Let's just take care of this first, yeah? I swear, on everything that matters, if we get though this, I'll explain everything."

I waited with bated breath. His eyes bored into mine, and I swear I felt like he was looking right into my head.

"Don't make me regret this."

My whole body relaxed with his words. And I breathed a sigh of relief.

He knelt beside the slab, and the stormy expression on his face was gone as fast as it had appeared. Back was the relaxed, carefree, excited expression. I stared, amazed. How was that even possible?

"They're called 'Slabs'." He explained. "Basic slave drones, see? Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish."

He stood up, approaching the machine.

I returned my gaze back down to the slab thoughtfully, still amazed at the Doctor's display. The man was much more intricate than I first thought. Something lumbered under the surface. Something dark. I suspected he had seen, done, horrible things.

Looking up at him, whining about his sonic screwdriver as Martha droned on about the old lady, my thoughts almost seemed laughable. Horrible things? This man? No. How could he?

But one look at his eyes confirmed it. He ran much deeper than I first thought. And who was I to judge? I was not Miss Innocent, me. I had also done my share of wrong things. I did not know his reasons, and I would not judge until I knew them. Even then, I would try to see it from his point of view. Treat others how you want to be treated, right?

A dry laugh escaped me, too low even for them to hear.

Right.