Smith and Jones with Rose
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YellowRose AKA David Tennant Lover – May the Time Lord be with you
Hubert24601 AKA Jack-Flash-Swooner – and may the Sonic Screwdriver enlighten you
And keep you warm. Let its buzz surround you, and may its GLOW never DIE
Forever and ever, amen.
(The 'May the Time Lord be with you' is created by David-Tennant-Lover, and the rest is mine – so stealers beware.)
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As the building began to shake, Swales and Martha tried to grab on to anything to steady them, but they were tossed onto the floor. Eventually, amidst the screaming of the two girls, it stopped.
"Are you all right?" asked Swales as she began to stand up. Martha followed her lead.
"I think so, yeah. It felt like an earthquake, or…"
"Hey Martha?" asked Swales. "It's night. It was lunchtime." She peered out the window, frightened.
"It's not night," said Martha. "Definitely not." Realization struck her.
"It's got to be though," said Swales, starting to shake. "It's dark."
"Are you blind?? We're on the moon!"
"We can't be."
"WE"RE ON THE MOON! WE'RE ON THE BLOODY MOON!!" screamed Martha.
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Martha ran bout the hospital where people were running and screaming. She ran into a patient's room and stared out the window. Then she ran back out. As she did so she bumped into Florence – the salt deficient lady.
"Have you seen - ??" she began, but Martha hastily cut her off.
"I'm sorry, I can't." She ran into another room – the same room as the Doctor's. He and Rose were sitting on his bed, thinking hard and perfectly calm. The curtain was drawn around them, but the Doctor was watching Martha as she spoke. "All right, everyone, back to bed! We've got an emergency but we'll sort it out!" She walked over to the window as Rose approached, now dressed in a brand new suit that was blue but darker than the Doctor's as well as brand new dark red Converses (Which also matched the Doctor's) that she had gotten from the backpack she had retrieved on their sneaky tour. "It's real," she breathed. "It's really real."
Rose watched her as Martha reached for the window latch.
Swales stopped her. "Don't!" she cried, sobbing. "We'll lose the air!" Rose reached for Swales and captured her in a hug.
"Shh, it will be all right. I promise," she whispered, cradling Swales. Swales sobbed noisily into Rose's shoulder, grateful that someone was holding her. It was the nice doctor – what was her name? – Lockheart. She was so pretty, and so, so nice, Swales thought wearily as the doctor continued to simply hold her. Swales quieted down as Rose rubbed her back.
Suddenly the Doctor flung open the curtain, fully dressed in his new blue suit, a solemn look on his face.
Martha was still justifying her actions to Swales who was only half listening, being gently lulled to sleep by Rose's murmuring and soothing back rubs. "But they're not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?"
Rose glanced over at Martha appreciatively.
"Very good point!" exclaimed the Doctor.
"Brilliant," added Rose.
"What was your name?" he asked.
"Martha."
"And it was…" He looked to Rose for help, who was still holding the sobbing Swales.
"Jones," she hissed at him with a smile.
"Jones, was it?" asked the Doctor hastily, and Martha nodded, not noticing the exchange.
"Well then, Martha Jones, the question is – how are we still breathing?"
"We can't be!" murmured Swales, almost asleep. Rose sighed and at the Doctor's look gently laid her down, stuffing a warm jacket underneath her head for a pillow. Swales clung to her arms with both hands, eyes terrified.
"Well, obviously we are so don't waste my time. Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or veranda, or…?
"By the patients' lounge, yeah," replied Martha, eyes slowly widening.
"Fancy going out?" he asked in a low voice, eyes turning to meet Rose's, and she understood that he was talking to her as well.
"Okay."
Rose nodded, not saying anything.
"We might die," he murmured.
"We might not," murmured Martha back.
The Doctor looked at her for a moment, then his face broke into a wild grin. "Good! C'mon, then –" He turned to look at Swales, but Martha assumed he meant the doctor. "Not her, she'd hold us up."
Martha started to jog towards the door when she stopped and looked back. The Doctor wasn't following. Instead he walked over to where Rose was still sitting trying patiently to somehow remove Swales' dead lock grip from her arms. Ever so slowly and gently, the Doctor detached Swales' hands from Rose without waking the poor, sniffling girl.
"C'mon," he said softly to Rose, holding out his hand. Rose slowly stood and took it, a grateful smile that he had waited for her gracing her countenance. The Doctor smiled back.
"John!" called Martha, staring at the two who were standing still, gazing at each other.
"Oh, right!" The Doctor and Rose ran forward hands locked tightly together, Rose laughing with delight at running again with the one she loved.
Martha, the Doctor and Rose reached the patient's lounge and opened the doors, stepping out onto the balcony and holding in their breath.
Finally Martha inhaled deeply. She was amazed. "We've got air!! How does that work?" she asked no one in particular.
"Just be glad it does," answered the Doctor, wrapping his arm around Rose and drawing her close. They walked to the balcony and looked down.
"I've got a party tonight," said Martha suddenly, staring out at the Earth, a small globe. "It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really… really…" she faltered and her voice trailed off. Rose reached forward and took her hand, squeezing it tightly. Martha let her.
"You okay?" she whispered, looking at her.
"Yeah."
"Sure?" asked the Doctor.
"Yeah."
"Want to go back in?" he asked them next.
"No way!" said Rose and Martha simultaneously.
"I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same – it's beautiful," said Martha in hallowed silence.
"You think?" asked Rose.
"How many people want to go to the moon? And… here we are!"
Rose and the Doctor shared a secret smile as she laid her head on his shoulder. Unconsciously he felt his hand drift up to her back, rubbing it in gentle, soothing, circular motions.
"Standing in the earthlight," whispered Rose.
"What do you think happened?" asked Martha.
"What do you think?" asked the Doctor.
"Extraterrestrial," said Martha, with a confidential air. Rose and the Doctor shared another smile. "It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben –"
"We were there," whispered Rose, but Martha didn't seem to hear her.
" – Christmas – "
"We were there," whispered Rose again. Martha still didn't hear her. The Doctor knew what would be said next, and he gently but firmly squeezed Rose's shoulder, tugging her closer to him.
" – those Cybermen things – "
Rose couldn't speak this time. She felt tears well up in her eyes. She didn't need to look up at the Doctor to know what he was feeling.
"I had a cousin," Martha continued softly, her voice almost turning bitter. "Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."
"Oh, Martha… I'm sorry," whispered Rose.
"Yeah."
"I was there. In the battle," said Rose with hesitancy. She felt the Doctor take her hand and squeeze it tightly. "We both were." Rose gave a little sigh for the things she had lost as she wrapped her arm around the Doctor's back and leaned closer into him.
"Adie…" mused the Doctor, rolling the name with his tongue, testing it. "Ah yes. I remember her."
Martha shot him a look. "You know my cousin?"
"I never met her," said the Doctor, reluctant to say what he had to say. "I… I was one of the ones that found her. I'm sorry. She was the first one. Well, technically if you count Gareth – second one."
Martha sighed. "Yeah," she said dully. Then, taking a deep breath, "I promise you, Mr. Smith and Doctor Lockheart, we'll find away out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way." She felt strange addressing a doctor like this.
"It's not Smith," said the Doctor suddenly, "that's not my real name."
"And Doctor Lockheart is not my real name either," added Rose. They separated and began looking over the balcony.
"Slitheen?" suggested Rose. Martha just stared at them.
"Who are you two then?" asked Martha, not paying attention to what they were doing.
"Nah," said the Doctor to Rose, "Slitheen definitely don't have the power or massive energy to do this. Even if they could harness the madgiloc – "
"Who are you then??" Martha asked, interrupting the Doctor's in-depth scientific explanation.
He glanced at her, a bit peeved. "I'm the Doctor."
"Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Smith?" she asked with a laugh.
"Just the Doctor."
"How do you mean, the Doctor?" The Doctor rolled his eyes and continued his search.
"Just… the Doctor," said Rose.
"What, people call you 'the Doctor'?"
Rose snickered. "Told ya you need a new name!"
The Doctor feigned hurt. "That's enough out of you, Miss Tyler." He turned to Martha. "Yeah."
"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned you've got to earn that title."
"Well, I'd better make a start then. Hey, Rosebud, wanna help me?" The last was directed at Rose.
"Rosebud?" asked Martha confused.
The Doctor blushed scarlet as Rose laughed. "His pet name for me. I'm Rose." She thought hard. "Force field!" she suggested brightly, then giggled. "I've read too many Star Wars books, haven't I? In the Parallel Universe I was bored out of my skull if I did or read anything that didn't involve aliens or time travel. You know I actually like books now? It surprised me how much I could understand all that flying stuff! And have you seen the movie "Time Machine"? You have no idea how I can relate to Guy Pierce!"
"Oh, I can imagine." The Doctor took her head in his hands and kissed her head as she giggled. "Angel!!" he said next. He let go quickly and grabbed a big stone. "Ready?" he asked Rose, nose wrinkling.
"And countdown!" shouted Rose in her best commentator voice. "HUT! And the Doctor is on a roll – he throws the ball to Tyler –" The Doctor did as she described and Rose caught it, then, with a nod from him, chucked it at the air. It bounced back off as if it had hit something. "TOUCHDOWN!!!"
The Doctor chuckled for a minute before turning to Martha who was staring blankly at them. "What was that?" she asked.
"Our own football match!" replied Rose, grinning.
"But you've probably never been to Canada or the US so you have no idea what Football there is – not soccer – and we won't even try to explain it to you coz one time we were playing with Jack in the TARDIS and I accidentally hit the button for the screen – "
"Doctor," Rose interrupted.
"Am I rambling on again?" he asked sheepishly.
"Yeah."
Martha was still staring at them. "Anyway, what's a force field?" she asked.
"Like a… bubble sealing us in," explained Rose. "A giant bubble."
"So if it's like a bubble keeping us in…" said Martha, following logic – "that means…"
"This is the only air we've got," finished Rose.
"One thousand people. Suffocating," added the Doctor, his mouth set in a grim line, all the fun and games leaving him.
"Why would anyone do that??" cried Martha angrily.
"Ask them yourself," said Rose, glancing up casually.
Big weird, spaceships that looked the weird versions of the CN Tower were flying down and landing on the moon. Millions upon millions were marching out and heading towards the hospital.
"Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens!" said Martha, almost in hysterics.
"Who are they, Doctor?" asked Rose, her chin resting against his shoulder.
"Judoon."
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