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Well I suck. Sorry about the wait, life is tricky.
So, in case you haven't guessed, you need to have seen the episode that I'm remastering to be able to read these chapters. This is going to be chop and change all through Utopia and the second part of the trilogy (I always forget which is which).
The TARDIS gave and almighty shudder and the Doctor almost fell sideways. Tosh hung on to the handrail for dear life, while listening to Martha and the Doctor shout at each other.
"What in the name of god is happening?" She shrieked.
"She's accelerating into the future- I think she's trying to shake something off!" He studied the screen for a moment, his eyes widening.
"WHAT NOW?" Martha bellowed.
"We're in the year one hundred trillion." He gasped, as the TARDIS came to a stop with a light 'whump'.
"One hundred trillion?" Tosh exclaimed excitedly. "What happens then?" She asked. The Doctor looked at her with his old man face- she hated that face. "Don't look at me like that." She snapped.
"The end of the universe."
"Well that sounds happy."
"Tosh, this is serious." He warned her.
"I haven't taken anything seriously since Christmas." She informed him, as she floated over to the door. As she walked down the ramp, she heard Martha whisper to the Doctor:
"Who is she?"
"The kickassest nerd you'll ever meet." She called over her shoulder, as she stopped at the doors and spun around. "Can we have a look?" She asked, hopefully.
"None of the Timelords ever came this far." The Doctor said. "We should go. We should really, really..." The next thing she knew he'd grabbed his coat and was running out of the door beside her. She cheered, and held the door open for Martha.
"Come on then!" She called. The dark skinned woman shot her a glare as she stalked past her. "Oh good lord, not this again." Tosh muttered darkly to herself.
"TOSH!" Came an urgent shout from outside. She followed the sound of the voice, until she reached the Doctor, who was staring at a broken figure on the ground.
"Oh, that stupid bloody idiot." She muttered darkly to herself. She marched over to him and knelt down beside him. Martha must have ventured back into the TARDIS, because she came running out with a first aid kit, but the Doctor held his hand out to stop her.
"He'll be fine." He told her. Tosh felt her fingers along Jack's neck, and her body language must have informed Martha of the results.
"He's dead!"
"He'll be fine."
"HE'S DEAD!"
"Shut up the pair of you!" Tosh shouted, as she began to realign Jack. His arm was twisted out of place, as were both of his legs and his neck, and he had a small pool of blood around his head. She bit her lip and gripped his head, realigning it with a crunch, and then following with his arm and legs. Once she was done, she stood up and clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold down vomit. Jack's body began to heal faster, with her guidance. Bones began to re grow with a series of sickening cracks and crunches, and the blood was drawn back into his head. Tosh glanced over at Martha and the Doctor- she thought that Martha might throw up there and then. Finally, Jack sat up, gasping for breath. Tosh walked over to him, and gave him a swift kick in the shin.
"Ow." He complained. She fell to her knees beside him and wrapped her tin arms around him tightly.
"You stupid, stupid idiot." She muttered into his shoulder. "I can take care of myself."
"I just wanted to-"
"You were hanging on to the outside of the TARDIS while it went through the vortex!" She snapped, pulling away from him. "What if you'd fallen off in three thousand years from 2007, and you weren't able to get back?"
"I'm tougher than I look." He assured her. She slapped him. He rubbed the side of his face in shock, then turned to her again.
"Has Donna been giving you lessons?" She slapped him again. "That's a yes than." She shouted in frustration and stood up, storming away. As she stomped past the Doctor and Martha, the Doctor gave her a funny look.
"That time of the month?" He asked, pityingly.
"What is it with men?" She shrieked, marching on her way. Martha turned to the Doctor and slapped him.
"Oh god, not you too!" He yelped, clutching his face.
"Doctor." Came a steely voice from behind him. He turned around slowly to see Jack standing there, a murderous glare across his features.
"Martha," the Doctor warned. "Go back into the TARDIS."
"But I-"
"Go. Now. This isn't going to be pretty." Martha scampered away, eyes wide. She burst into the spaceship and came nose to nose with Tosh.
"Something wrong?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Your friend looks like he's going to kill the Doctor!" Martha yelped. Tosh thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"Quite possibly."
Martha stared in horror at Toshiko's retreating form as she wandered back up the ramp, and began fiddling with the controls. After a moment, Martha stomped up to where Tosh stood and slapped her hand away.
"Don't touch those!" She shouted. Tosh looked at her over the top of her glasses. Martha soon became awkward and squirmed uncomfortably under the Japanese woman's stare.
"Martha, life will be a whole lot easier if we get along, believe me, I know." Tosh said slowly. Martha began to protest, but Tosh spoke over her. "I am not, ever going to be romantically interested in the Doctor."
Martha took this in and slowly nodded.
"And if you know what's good for you," Tosh continued, turning around and leaning on the console, "you shouldn't be either." Martha froze, and felt instant resentment rising up inside her.
"And why's that then?" She asked, hands on her hips. Tosh sighed and rubbed her hand roughly against her face. After some hesitation, she eventually spoke.
"We're more alike than you may think." She began. "See, I'm going to say four words, and you're going to hate them." Martha nodded, waiting for her to speak. "Rose will be back." A tense silence filled the room, which screamed a million things.
"She's not-"
"I know how you feel Martha." Tosh appealed, walking forwards and placing a hand on Martha's upper arm. "You're worried that I'm here to steal him away, and you're hating Rose Tyler because-"
"She left, and every time he looks at me, I know he's upset that I'm not her." Martha finished, avoiding looking at the Japanese woman. She pressed a hand over her mouth, and walked to the ramp, sitting at the base, trying to force tears back. After a moment, tosh came and sat in front of her.
"We both got the short end of the stick." Tosh said softly. "If I hadn't have left when I did, I'd be where you are now, and if you hadn't have stayed- you'd be where I am now, well sort of." Martha glanced up at her with confusion, and Tosh elaborated. "She left a big hole when she left. I know, I was there, I bore his... aftershock, and now you've got the drawn out sulk." Martha smiled, but kept her eyes fixed on her knees. "You're good for him, though. Don't forget that." Martha looked at her and smiled more broadly this time. "I just tell myself that I'm different, and if he won't accept that, then it's his loss." At last Martha laughed, and Tosh internally sighed with relief. The moment was shattered when a shrill scream came from outside. Tosh and Martha exchanged a quick glance, and the next second they were running to the doors.
The Doctor was on the ground, his arms splayed out either side of him, while his torso was being dragged up by a rough fist in his hair, and swift, sharp punches being delivered to his jaw.
"JACK!" Tosh bellowed in anger, causing the immortal man to drop the timelord in surprise.
"And I smote my enemy upon the mountainside." Martha quoted quietly.
"End of the Universe!" The Master's cheerful voice informed them unhelpfully through the TARDIS speakers. "Have fun, Bye bye!"
"Doctor, stop him!" Martha shouted from somewhere below Jack, whose form was shaking from the strain of keeping the door closed. She adjusted herself slightly so she wasn't leaning so much on him, hoisting herself up more between either side of the door frame.
"I am really not liking that man right now!" Tosh added, as the ship began to fade. The next thing she knew, Jack's arm came around her waist, and a very unpleasant feeling surrounded her.
That sanctimonious bastard, Tosh found herself quoting from Angels and Demons as she and Martha appeared on a hill side, with TARDIS keys around their necks as spheres set about razing the city to the ground.
"We'll be back." Martha muttered, grabbing Tosh's hand, and dragging her roughly away.
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