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On to chapter 3!
"… She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood." Martha was saying.
"Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless – no." Something seemed to dawn on him. "Yes, that's it, wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it!" he explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I remembered something I had learned in school, so long ago.
"Wait," I told them. "She'll register as human. She's mimicking the morphology."
If the Doctor was impressed, he didn't show it. He just gave one quick nod. "We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!"
We ran out of the room, Martha and I hot on the Doctor's heels. He stopped us, motioning us behind a corner and a water cooler quickly, hands on our shoulders forcing us down.
"Shh, quiet." He told us.
Not a second later, another slab walked past us.
"That's the thing about Slabs." He whispered. "They always travel in pairs."
"What about you?" Martha asked.
I blinked, interested on the man's response.
"What about me what?"
"Haven't you got back-up? You must have a partner or something."
Her question was an innocent one, but perhaps only because I was so close to him, I felt him tense.
His voice gave nothing away. "Humans! We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions," He stood up with a fluid movement from his crouch. "Come on."
"I like that. 'Humans,'" Martha mumbled. "I'm still not convinced you're an alien."
I'm not sure how it happened. I was just about to reassure Martha when suddenly two Judoon faced us, scanners in hand as they aproached. The light blinded me for a second as it shone in my face.
"Non-human." Both Judoon echoed each other.
"Oh my God, you really are! Both of you!" Martha exclaimed.
The Doctor didn't give her time to say anything else. His hand slipped into hers, and he pulled her to a run.
"And again!" he shouted.
I followed them, just behind the Doctor. More running. It seemed as if it was the only thing the Doctor ever did.
I'm not sure how we managed it, but we ducked into a hallway, the Doctor locking a door behind him. Martha's breaths were coming in short pants, and I felt a bit out of breath. She was probably handling it quite well. If I were human, I'm not sure how well I'd be faring.
People littered the floor, and I'm not sure how much more they would last. They were gasping for breath, and too weak to do anything about it. I was quite impressed with Martha. She was one capable human.
The Doctor was mumbling something about the Judoon when Martha stopped suddenly, crouching beside another woman in a white coat. She was tending to a girl, holding an oxygen mask to her face.
"How much oxygen in there?" Martha asked.
"Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out."
"How are you feeling? Are you all right?" The Doctor asked us, his gaze flitting between us.
I was quite pleased his question seemed to address me as well.
"I'm running on adrenaline." Martha said with a grin, quite out of place next to the fainting girl.
The Doctor grinned back. "Welcome to my world." He turned toward me. "And you?"
I smiled. "I'm much tougher than a human. I'll hold longer. Not much, but something's something."
He nodded, and I could see his mind working behind those impressive eyes.
"You?" I asked.
He grinned. "Two hearts. Best lungs on this part of the universe."
I felt my eyebrows rise. Huh.
"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked.
The Doctor brushed that off. "Ah, great big lung reserves, it won't slow them down. Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"
Martha took a breath, as if bracing herself, and stood up.
"It's this way."
We entered the office, and the first thing I saw was Mr. Stoker's body, white as a sheet. His eyes stared unblinking up at the ceiling. A small imprint rested on his neck. Straw shaped.
"Poor bastard." I breathed out, crouching beside the Doctor.
He glanced at me, probably ready to scold me, until he saw my face. He understood that I meant it.
"Drained him dry." He said, examining the body. "Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore."
"What was she doing on Earth?" Martha asked.
"Why here, of all places?" I murmured along.
That stopped me, jarred me from the little moment. Why Earth, indeed? I smiled dryly to myself. She was not the only one hiding here.
"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro." The Doctor said. I didn't quite understand the human reference. "What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on."
I stood up, unthinkingly following orders. That made me scowl. The Doctor was a leader, no doubt about it. He took control without him consciously doing it. Made us all immediately act like followers and, gods forbid me, assistants.
"Wait a minute." Martha knelt down, softly closing Mr. Stoker's eyes.
And then, like good little assistants we were, we followed the Doctor.
"Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" The Doctor mumbled. His eyes fixed on something over my shoulder. I glanced back, reading the word MRI. "Aah. She's as clever as me. Almost."
The Judoon's voice travelled to us. "Find the non-human. Execute."
I swallowed. "Uh, Doctor. They're coming."
"I know, I know, I know." He turned towards Martha. "Stay here. I need time. You're going to have to hold them up."
"How do I do that?" she asked.
"Martha," The Doctor took the woman by her shoulders, staring into her eyes. "Forgive me for this. It's to save a thousand lives, it means nothing. Honestly, nothing."
And then he kissed her.
I stared, perplexed. Well, then. Alright. Sure. Just kiss her.
He released her, and I had just time to see Martha's astonished face before he took me by the hand and pulled me after him.
"What was that all about?" I huffed, the rapidly fading air finally starting to take its toll on me.
"Genetic transfer." The Doctor mumbled, before stopping outside the MRI room. "Alright. You stay here. Don't come in."
I nodded, and watched as the Doctor tiptoed into the room. I rolled my eyes. What did he take me for? A simple assistant?
Not me.
I walked in after him, ducking behind a curtain.
The old lady, the plasmavore, was there, her back to the Doctor. She was working on the controls on the machine. It was whirring, growling out noise. The Doctor took a big breath.
"Have you seen-" he said, incredulous. The plasmavore quickly turned around, her old eyes narrowed. "There are these things, those great big space rhino things. I mean rhinos from space. And we're on the moon. Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon." I had to suppress a grin at that. "And I only came in for my bunions, look-" he wiggled his feet. Again. "They're all right now, perfectly good treatment, I said to my wife, I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?"
I was impressed. The rate at which this man talked was incredible. And to the unsuspecting plasmavore, he looked pretty damned convincing.
"Hold him!" She growled.
The slab, which I had not noticed, grabbed the Doctor by the arms. I almost jumped to the rescue, but froze at the last second. The Doctor wasn't stupid. That much I had gathered from the time I had spent with him. There was a reason behind this.
Probably.
Right?
The old lady turned around, messing with the machine.
The Doctor, fortunately, wasn't one to give up. "That thing, that big machine thing, is it supposed to be making that noise?"
The lady waved him off. "You wouldn't understand."
It was impressive, what followed. The Doctor had a way of doing things, it almost seemed easy. The old lady spilled all her evil plans, while the Doctor just stood there, without shoes, being held hostage by a slab. He played her right into it.
"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?" He asked, seemingly perplexed.
The lady grinned. "Yes. But I'm hidden."
"Oh. Right! Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans."
The grin was wiped from her face. "They're doing what?"
"Big chief rhino boy, he said, no sign of a non-human, we must increase our scans... up to setting two?"
The plasmavore's eyes raked the Doctor up and down. "Then I must assimilate again."
And with that, I understood what the Doctor was playing at. He had played the human perfectly. If the plasmavore drank from him, she would no longer pass as human. A risky maneuver, but brilliant all the same.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"I must appear to be human."
He kept on talking, like nothing was amiss. "Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the wife. She'd be honored. We can have cake."
The old lady's grin was downright scary. "Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw."
And he, being the Doctor, grinned. "That's nice. Milkshake? I like banana."
"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 forced the Doctor's head down, exposing his neck.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm afraid this is going to hurt," She said, grinning maniacally. "But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember."
The straw slipped in the Doctor's neck.
I wanted to interfere. I really did. It took everything in me not to.
And then a thought ran through my head. What if she didn't stop? What if she drained him dry like that other human? The plan would still work, but he'd be dead. Dead.
I couldn't let that rest on my consciousness.
I rushed out of my hiding place and jumped the slab from behind, wrapping my hands around his neck. He immediately let the Doctor go, and he fell down to the floor. Unmoving. For a second I almost thought he was dead. But his eyelids fluttered, and I almost smiled.
"Stop her!" The plasmavore shrieked.
The slab's hands grasped my arms, trying to pull them off. He stumbled, trying to shake me off. He was weakening, fortunately. But then he turned, and slammed his back against the wall.
I grunted, but I didn't let go. He did it again, and again, until my head snapped back and slammed into the wall. My eyelids fluttered, at least I think they did, and I found myself sliding down against the wall, my head lolling to a side. The pain exploded a second later, and a small moan escaped me.
"Finish her-" she was interrupted by the MRI's door slamming against the wall as it opened. The Judoon, followed by Martha, walked in. "Now see what you've done. This people may have just died of fright."
The Judoon said something. I'm pretty sure they did. But I was no longer listening. Darkness rushed in, and I fell unconscious.
I woke up to see Martha almost on top of the Doctor, performing CPR. She was mumbling under her breath, probably counting the compressions. Sweat appeared on her brow, and she was struggling to keep awake. The air was almost gone now; I was surprised she was even lucid. I felt lightheaded, though that might have also been from the concussion.
I crawled on all fours towards her. I reached her just as she collapsed beside the Doctor.
I forced my mind to fight out of it sluggish state. What had he said? Best lungs in this part of the universe…
"Two hearts." I gasped.
I took over what Martha was doing, this time taking in his right chest. I breathed into his mouth, and a mere second later, he gasped, his eyes flying open.
The Doctor was coughing, too weak to stand up. But the machine was still whirring. It would take half of the Earth with it.
"Doctor. The scanner." I climbed to my feet, dizzy with the lack of air. I felt tired, so tired.
I tried shaking it off. The Doctor was trying to reach the machine, but he struggled, still coughing.
I reached for him, putting a hand around his waist as I helped him up. He leaned on me, and I nearly fell with the extra weight.
He reached the cables, his hands fingering the blue one. "No," he grumbled. "The red."
I leaned against the wall, my shoulders heaving with relief when he finally unplugged the machine. It quieted instantly.
The Doctor climbed to his feet. "You all right?" he gasped.
I laughed. It was breathy, barely there. Spots danced across my vision. "Just peachy."
The Doctor grinned his face finally regaining color.
"Come on, brave Kylie. It's not over yet."
He gathered Martha into his arms, and with me stumbling beside him, made his way into the nearest room with a window.
I'd barely made my first step into the room when I collapsed. My body was finally giving out.
The next thing I know, a warm arm wrapped around my waist and helped me up. I leaned against the Doctor, noticing he had placed Martha on a nearby bed. He walked us toward the window, muttering to himself.
"Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Judoon, reverse it."
My knees threatened to give out again. I wrapped my own arms around his waist, leaning my head against his shoulder. My vision was blurry, but I still managed to see when the rain started to fall.
"It's raining, Kylie." I could hear the joy on his voice alone. "It's raining on the moon."
I managed a grin. "We did it." I gasped.
His arm squeezed my waist. "We did."
So, tell me what you think! How's the Doctor been so far? I hope he hasn't been too out of character :/ I love Ten, so I would absolutely hate that.