A/N MARK I: Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!

DISCLAIMER: OobieMcRuby does not own 'Doctor Who'. If she did, she would be laughing manically right now.


A grin slowly slid over the Doctor's face. "Of course, Rose! Why would I want it any other way?"

"See? Mad! Martha was right!" laughed Rose.

As the Doctor and Rose had started bickering over who was more mad, Martha had walked over to the leather-clad Slab.

"So, what is this thing? Where's it from, the planet 'Zovirax'?" she asked.

Finishing their argument with "You're the mad one 'cause you didn't believe in aliens 'til I showed you!" the Doctor went over to kneel next to Martha, ignoring Rose's protests.

"It's just a Slab." Rose came to crouch beside the two of them. "They're called 'Slabs'. Basic slave drones, see?" The Doctor knocked his fist against the thing's chest. "Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish."

"It came with that woman, Ms. Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant," Martha replied.

Seeming to already know that piece of information, the Doctor stood up from his crouch, and stalked over to the machine he had shoved his sonic screwdriver in.

After pulling it out, the Doctor had the biggest pout Rose had ever seen on his face. In the most regretful tone, the Doctor said, "My sonic screwdriver!"

In an attempt to console him, Rose had walked over to the Doctor, who was mourning the loss of his trusty sonic screwdriver by going, "But it was my sonic screwdriver! I loved my sonic screwdriver!"

Trying to piece the puzzle together, Martha began thinking out loud.

When her thoughts went by unnoticed, Martha tried to get the Doctor's and Rose's attention.

Knowing it would be the only way to get his attention, Martha called, "Doctor!"

With a last remorseful look at the remains of his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor piffed it over his shoulder, with miraculous aim, and into the fluorescent yellow waste bin (which contained his Converses).

"You called me 'Doctor'!" A smirk made its way around his face, like he secretly knew she would, in time. Rose wore a matching beam.

Looking at them, like they were a pair of daft little kids, Martha said, "Anyway, Ms. Finnegan is an alien, she was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood!"

"Funny time to take a snack. You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless – no!" Realisation dawned on him. "Yes, that's it! Wait a minute… Yes!" The Doctor's voice got louder, his eyes bigger, and he started using hand gestures, to better describe what he was saying. "Shape-changer! Internal shape-changer! She wasn't drinking his blood, she was assimilating it! If she can assimilate Mr. Stoker's blood, mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!"

With a rush, the Doctor shoo'ed them all out of the X-Ray room. . .

. . .and right into most of Rose's Torchwood team.

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Mickey Smith liked his job.

He liked the flexibility in his working hours (as it gave him more time with his Gran), he liked the fact that he was defending the Earth, and he liked that Rose worked there too.

There was only one thing he didn't like. That Rose would deliberately put herself in danger.

Work at Torchwood wasn't that dangerous, really. Mickey was happy with the fact that almost a month after starting to work there, Rose was given a promotion to Mickey's level, field work. They all thought Rose knew a thing or two about aliens, since she had been traveling in that blue box for two years.

For the first couple of months, Rose was excellent with the aliens, helping them get home to where they were wanted, and stopping a few invasions along the way.

Then, after that, Rose started taking the more dangerous and extreme jobs, the ones where the aliens were abducting people, killing people. She was still good at her job, and she said the only reason she took those jobs was because they required more running. No one got it.

So, every night, all of the loved ones of Rose were wondering if she would come back home alive or not.

When Rose and her team disappeared, with the hospital, first thing Mickey did was ring the Tyler family.

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Most of Rose's team was wearing sheepish expressions, nearly all of them not daring to look at her in the eye.

Zach, her second-in-command, was holding out a discrete mobile phone.

Clicking the pieces together, Rose knew who was on the phone wanting to talk to her.

Abruptly, Rose was filled with guilt, for not thinking of her Mum sooner, and happiness, because it was her Mum on the line.

Taking a deep breath for strength, Rose put the speaker of the black phone to her ear.

Who answered the tiny "Hello" she had uttered was very much a surprise.

"Pete?" Rose's voice went back to normal again, "What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Last we saw of you was the whole hospital disappearing," Pete Tyler answered.

"How're you getting a signal?" the Doctor asked, after getting over the initial shock of bashing into Rose's Torchwood team.

"Wait a second, Pete," Rose drew the phone away from her mouth, "Torchwood phone, Doctor. We adapted some alien tech some years back."

"You didn't just say 'Doctor'-" Pete was cut off as a certain Jackie Tyler snatched the phone off him.

"He's with you, is he?"screeched Jackie, "Of course he would do something like this, ripping a whole hospital out of the ground, full of people, mind you, while he was at it!"

"Mum! It's not his fault. It's some aliens called Judoon," protested Rose, trying to defend the Doctor.

"Well, I'm not having it. He can get -" now Jackie was interrupted.

"Jackie Tyler. Never thought I would ever have to listen to your dulcet tones ever again. Long time no-" started the Doctor.

"DOCTOR! I'm NOT having any more of your nonsense. Don't know why I didn't think it was you sooner. You bring my Rose back. NOW," commanded Jackie, like she was talking to a dog.

"Jackie," said the Doctor in an aspirated tone, "I don't know how Rose got here in the first place, let alone send her back. Besides, I don't plan on letting her out of my sight any time soon."

With that, the Doctor passed the phone back to Rose, and turned to see if Martha had survived the loveliness that was conveyed over the phone of Jackie Tyler.

Rose rolled her eyes and walked away from the group that included the Torchwood team, the Doctor and Martha, to deal with her mother.

Martha's eyes were as big as saucers. "Of all the things I imagined you as, Doctor, I never thought domestic."

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. "I'll have you know, I've only made this exception for Rose, out of all of my companions. Anyway, why use 'domestic'? It sounds so unthoughtful and domestic-y. Why not a much nicer word like 'thoughtful' or 'considerate'?"

"Well," Rose had come over after finishing her conversation with her mother, "she thinks you're crazy, like normally does." She handed the phone back to Zach.

"Ma'am, what do you want us to do?" Zach said, piping up for the first time in ten minutes. The rest of the team had dropped the sheepish looks, instead looking hopeful at the prospect of having orders.

Stepping around the Doctor and Martha, Rose stood in front of the ten people that were a part of her team. "I will still like you to help civilians and act like them, as it is still needed."

Turning around, Rose grabbed the Doctor's and Martha's hands, and dragged them around the crowd, saying, "We should probably find the Judoon, shouldn't we, Doctor?"

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Dodging Judoon and the like, the Doctor, Rose and Martha hid behind a water cooler, while watching the lone Slab walk past.

"That's the thing about Slabs, they always travel in pairs," the Doctor said as the said thing rounded the corner.

"What about you two?" Martha asked, sounding slightly jealous, "You guys together? You seem pretty cozy."

The Doctor's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, much to Rose's and Martha's amusement.

"Humans. We're stuck on the moon, running out of air, with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, and you're asking personal questions. Come on." His voice had taken on a shocked tone.

Getting up, they stood up from their hiding place.

"I like that, 'humans'. I'm still not convinced you're an alien," Martha commented as they started walking.

With perfect timing, a Judoon materialised in the midst of them.

Shoving it's scanner in the Doctor's face, the Judoon declared him "Non-human."

"Oh my God, you really are!" Martha said, astonished.

"And again!" the Doctor said, leading them away from the Judoon, who had started shooting at them.

Sliding to a clean stop in front of the conveniently placed staircase, the Doctor took them safely to the next floor.

"They've done this floor," the Doctor informed them, taking note of the cataloged people lining the walls, "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 started to run down the other end of the corridor. He stopped as he noticed both Rose and Martha had paused, talking to the woman they had abandoned earlier.

Rose and Martha noticed she was delivering oxygen to the patients surrounding her.

"How much oxygen is there?" Rose questioned.

"Not enough for all of these people. We're going to run out," came the woman's heavy-hearted reply.

Coming to stand adjacent to the small cluster, the Doctor asked Rose and Martha, "How are you feeling? Are you all right?"

"I'm running on adrenaline," Martha replied.

"Welcome to my world," the Doctor said, bitterly.

"What about the Judoon?" asked Martha.

"Ah, they've got great big lung reserves, it won't slow them down," the Doctor answered. He looked around.

As if remembering something, the Doctor asked, "Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"

"It's this way," said Martha.

The Doctor and Rose let Martha lead, this time.

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"She's gone!" Martha exclaimed, after she had opened the door to Mr. Stoker's office. "She was here."

Moving over to the corpse of Mr. Stoker, the Doctor examined him. "Drained him dry, every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore."

"What's she doing on Earth, then?" Rose asked.

"Hiding; on the run, like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro," was his reply. "What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on."

The Doctor got to his feet, heading for the door.

"Wait a minute," said Martha. She got down on her knees by Mr. Stoker and closed his eyes.

The three of them had taken a few steps outside the office and then the Doctor started thinking out loud again. "Think, think, think. . . If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" The red MRI sign caught his eye, fitting in the last piece of the puzzle. "Ah. She's as clever as me. . . Well, almost."

A chorus of Judoon voices filled the ears of the trio. "Find the non-human. Execute!"

Turning to quickly grab Rose, the Doctor looked deep into her eyes. "Stay here, I need time. You're going to have to hold them up," he pleaded.

"How do I do that?" she asked.

The Doctor half-hid a smile. "Confuse their scans with a bit of alien DNA." And with that, the Doctor kissed Rose.

"Is this really the time for a snog?" interrupted Martha.

The Doctor broke away, and looked at Martha gravely. "That," he said, "was a genetic transfer that could save a thousand lives."

"Oh." Was all Rose could manage after that.

The Doctor started running off towards the MRI. Always running off, isn't he? Rose thought.

"Coming, Martha?" he shouted over his shoulder.


A/N MARK II: I hope I caught the essence of Jackie Tyler right... Now that, that sounds like a perfume fragrance... (Personally, I think that Jackie would smell something fruity and sickly-sweet...)