The Doctor lay with his eyes closed and his breathing quiet, trying to pretend to be asleep. He wondered if Martha bought his act, or if she was just letting him pretend to because he needed it. He could feel her still in the room, sitting on the bed beside his. Most of the other beds in the ward however were empty. He thought for a moment before finally opening his eyes. The room was clean and mildly elegant, the designs on the walls painted a rusty or metallic green color; and the wave of emotion that came over him was so great that he needed to close his eyes again so no one could see. Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky. Martha noticed almost instantly. It took her only a few seconds to get to the Doctor's bed.
"How are you feeling?" she asked him in a very stereotypical med student like way. The Doctor took a few seconds to think that one through.
"Have you ever had this really absurdly powerful feeling of déjà-vu? But like more than just 'I've seen this before' more like 'I've lived here for years but not quite' kind of thing" he answered, Martha looked at him.
"No."
"Remember last night when I said the word Gallifrey? It wasn't just a dream. This whole place, it's so similar. Like standard housing. Go into one house, go into a hundred."
"So this place is like Gallifrey?" she asked
"Yes, Martha, but it's more than that, this place is Gallifrey, or another one just like it. See, a long time before even I was born, there was another war, only this one wasn't against the Daleks or any other evil race, it was a civil war between Time Lords. They fought for years; the rest of the universe was just kind of dragged along in its wake. One day, the councils (because at this point there were three) decided to break off and rule different parts of the universe. I think this is one of those parts, well, not really, well, not at all, these people are most definitely humans from earth. Which poses a problem to both of us."
"What kind of problem?" Martha asked, more curious than scared at the moment.
"Well, right now the TARDIS is being interrogated by the city as an enemy ship. She's been taken prisoner. There's no way the TARDIS will be allowed to leave without tearing through the very fabric of this reality."
"So, we're stuck then, until you can prove that your ship is innocent?"
"Pretty much, but as long as we're going to be staying, might as well make ourselves at home."
Ten minutes later, the Doctor and Martha stood on a balcony overlooking a wide ocean. The sky was overcast with clouds and off in the distance tiny flashes seemed to indicate lightning. Another man walked out on the balcony and stood beside them, he wore a standard uniform and combat boots, and his hair stood up at odd angles, almost similar to the Doctor's.
"Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for yesterday, saving Ronon and all, he won't admit to it though, thinks he could have survived it himself." The man said, holding out his hand for the Doctor to shake. "My name is Colonel John Sheppard; I'm the leader of military operations on Atlantis." The Doctor pulled his hand away quickly, a dark look in his eye. John put his in his pocket a little awkwardly and tried a new tactic.
"Were you guys cleared by Dr. Beckett before you left the infirmary? He's not exactly in a good mood today. You see, Ronon never showed up for a morning checkup after his little incident last night and Beckett nearly broke down his bedroom door, Rodney got there just in time." the Doctor seemed to rethink his hostility, but kept a wary eye on Sheppard. "Would you like a tour of the place? Everyone already knows about you by now of course but-." Sheppard broke off suddenly as the citywide came on. It was Sam.
"Sheppard and team to the control room please, the sensors have picked up a potential weather hazard heading straight for us, and the city is not responding to the threat." Sheppard ran back into the building, closely followed by Martha and the Doctor.
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