Have You Met Miss Jones?

i know i said i wouldn't update again until June ... but you're really very lucky.

the start of Smith and Jones. I'm still getting used to writing Martha, so please

excuse me if she's a little out of character at points. enjoy!

"Right, so, basically, I'm going in for a scan, then?" Rose said, having spent the last fifteen minutes trying to understand what the Doctor's plan was, and only resulting in a headache. She thought she'd caught the general gist of it.

"Yeah, basically," the Doctor said from his perch beside her, idly fiddling with a strand on blonde hair.

"Won't the baby have two hearts? Surely they'll notice something's wrong."

"The baby will have one heart," the Doctor explained, "We don't get our second heart until we regenerate."

"Oh. Oh, okay," Rose said, resting a hand on her now slightly swollen stomach. It had taken them a good week and a bit to sort out a plan, and the Doctor had been assessing the hospital in that week to see what was happening. He'd come to the conclusion that he'd have to go inside to see exactly what was happening. One thing he was sure about, however, was that it was alien. Always reassuring to know.

They had decided that Rose going undercover as a patient would be the best option. Not only was she pregnant, but because she was pregnant they would most likely keep her in for a couple of days, which was perfect time for the Doctor to snoop around the hospital virtually undetected.

"Right, are you ready?" the Doctor said, parking the TARDIS opposite the hospital. They had packed a bag with clothes and toiletries for their stay, all in a compact handbag that was Rose's. Being bigger on the inside certainly had it's advantages.

"As I'll ever be," was Rose's reply, as she handed the handbag she'd just doubled checked into the Doctor's hand. She was a good actress, but she'd have to pretend she was having some serious stomach pains, much like contractions. Would help if she knew what they felt like, but beggars can't be choosers.

Twenty minutes later, after some (in the Doctor's opinion) superb acting from Rose, they had been escorted into a semi-private ward. Rose was changed and lying on top of the bed, ready to be taken for tests. While she was getting these tests taken, the Doctor was going to 'get a cup of coffee' – i.e. have a wander around to get his bearings.

"Miss Tyler?" a doctor came through with a clipboard, reading her name off it. "Doctor Tennant is ready for you now."

"Ready?" the Doctor asked Rose, helping her off the bed.

"Yeah, I guess so. I wonder what tests they'll do."

"They'll probably just ultrasound you," the Doctor said, taking her by the hand and squeezing it in reassurance as the trainee doctor led them down the halls of Royal Hope.

"Oh … okay," Rose said, but the Doctor could tell she was worried; she was chewing on her lip incessantly, the her hand was clammy.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" he asked her gently. He was rather hoping she'd say yes; he wanted to stay with her, to make sure she was okay, and to see their baby on the ultrasound.

"No, no, it's fine, honestly … go and have a look around," Rose said, looking at him, her eyes telling him that she wanted nothing more than for him to stay with her.

"I'm staying. I'll go have a look around tonight, okay?" he said, his thumb stroking the back of her knuckles reassuringly.

"If you're absolutely sure," Rose said. She looked slightly better at the turn of events.

"Positively absolutely," the Doctor nodded, and the young doctor pointed out some hard, plastic green chairs outside an office that had 'Dr. Daniel Tennant PhD' written on the sign.

"Thanks," Rose said to the doctor, who nodded and scuttled away.

"I can't do this all on my own, no, I know, I'm no superman … I'm no superman," the Doctor sang quietly, his right leg over his left knee, his right hand in Rose's, his foot jiggling in time with his singing.

"What on Earth are you singing?" Rose asked incredulously.

"I'm No Superman."

"... That doesn't help, Doctor."

"The theme tune from Scrubs," he explained. "I thought it was fitting, seeing as we're in a hospital."

"And I'm also supposed to be experiencing labour pains at four months along, or however many months I'm supposed to be," Rose said, ever the voice of reason, "So maybe singing isn't the best way to pass the time."

"Says the woman who pushed an old lady out the way to get the last packet of jam doughnuts."

"She wasn't old, she was in her fifties," Rose retaliated, sticking her tongue out at him.

"You call your mother old, and she's approximately forty."

"Approximately?"

"Well, in that parallel Earth, she lied about her age. I wouldn't put it past this Earth's Jackie to lie about her age as well."

"She's forty-one. February 1st, 1967."

"Well, that's beside the point. You call your mother old, and she's eight years younger than the woman you pushed out the way."

"Well, let's just face facts, shall we; she didn't exactly need those jam doughnuts," Rose said. "If the TARDIS wasn't bigger on the inside, she wouldn't be able to fit inside it."

"Now now, Rose, that's not nice. Although, she was rather large. And not that I'm turning into Gok Wan or anything, I just don't think that short a leather skirt was an entirely good fashion choice," the Doctor agreed, to Rose's laughter.

At that moment, the Doctor opened the door. He was youngish, about the same age as the Doctor looked, with sandy hair and blue eyes. If the most gorgeous being in the world wasn't sitting right next to her, she would have been in there like a shot. But, compared to her Doctor, he just looked nice. You couldn't deny, however, that he was good-looking.

"Miss Tyler?" he asked, a smooth, North London accent emitted from his mouth. Rose nodded, and stood up, with the Doctor's help.

"Just through here, please," he said, and led them in the office; it was a medium-sized room, with a large monitoring screen and a bed on one side, and a computer and three chairs grouped around a desk on the other side.

Rose and the Doctor took two of the three chairs as instructed, with the other doctor sitting in the high-backed chair around the other side of the desk.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Tennant," he said, holding out his hand for both of them to shake.

"I'm John, and this is Rose," the Doctor said, thinking it was probably better to use 'John' than the Doctor, as people might actually think he was a member of staff.

"Nice to meet you both," Dr. Tennant said, sitting down with a small, neat folder of paperwork in front of him. "I've got your admittance paperwork here, Miss Tyler. Your regular hospital is Lewisham Hospital, is that correct?"

"Yes," Rose said – it was the nearest hospital to the Powell Estate. "We were visting friends here and when it happened, we thought it was best to come to the nearest hospital rather than try and drive back to South London in midday traffic," Rose explained, having gone over every single iota of their plan with the Doctor beforehand.

"It was the sensible thing to do, especially as we don't know what it is that's causing you pain yet. Is this your first pregnancy?"

Rose nodded.

"It can be frightening, not knowing what to expect," Dr. Tennant said in a soothing voice. "Are you experiencing any pain at the moment?"

"No," Rose shook her head. "They gave me painkillers to numb the pain so I could walk," she lied. They hadn't given her anything, but it was probably the best thing to do because she couldn't have been admitted with several pains then be walking around an hour later. Of course, she couldn't really take painkillers, as the chances were the baby would be anaphylatic to them as his or her father was.

"Okay. I'll do a quick ultrasound for you, then I'll do some analysis of it, to see if there is anything there. If you experience any more pain, then the nurses will give you a painkiller top-up."

Rose nodded, and within moments the baby was up on the screen.

"Right, okay, since it's your first pregnancy I'll go through everything with you both," Dr. Tennant said, and Rose could practically feel the Doctor rolling his eyes. Rose looked at him and he was rolling his eyes. She squeezed his hand to make him look at least a little awake, and he smiled at her, forcing himself to tune into whatever Dr. Tennant was saying.

"... And this, right here, is your baby," he said, pointing to a small shape the size of Rose's fist, slightly to the right of the screen. She felt the Doctor squeeze her head tightly, and she looked round; a large beam was on his face, his ecstasy showing through every pore. It seemed really, really real now, that small, tiny – if she was being honest – blob, was going to be a real person. Tears pricked at the corners of Rose's eyes. For the first time, she felt like a mother.

They were walking back along to the ward when they heard it. The one sound that seems to hurt your head, make your heart thud faster (not in a good way) and make your balls jump back up inside your body. If you were a man, that is. The voice of doom, the voice of the devil – the voice of everything bad.

"Rose! My baby! What are you doing here?"

The voice of Jackie Tyler. Not just Jackie Tyler, but a worried Jackie Tyler.

Someone, the Doctor begged, just refraining from getting down and praying on his knees in the middle of the hospital. kill me now. What was she even doing here, anyway?

"Nothing, Mum ..." Rose said, looking to the Doctor for an explanation. They couldn't actually tell her, could they, with other patients and doctors and nurses running around, ears open.

He just shrugged his shoulders, and Jackie turned on him.

"What the 'ell 'ave ya done now, ya great waste o' space!" Jackie said, socking him on the arm. It was painful, and the Doctor rubbed it, but didn't say anything, seeing Jackie's had posied and ready to slap.

"We'll tell you in a minute, Jackie," he said, through gritted teeth, and luckily Jackie got the message. She pulled the both of them – well, she guided Rose, and practically wrenched the Doctor's arm out of his socket – into a secluded corner, out of sight of nosy nurses and the like.

"Right. Tell me now, why are you two here? Is there something wrong with Rose? Something wrong with the baby?" Jackie said, a deep worry line appearing between her eyes.

"Nothing's wrong, Mum," Rose said truthfully, thankful to be telling the truth after a morning of (necessary) lying. "It's just that the Doctor found something dodgy going on in the hospital, so we've come undercover to see what it is. Me being pregnant is a good cover story to get us in to the hospital so the Doctor can see what's happening," Rose explained in a soothing voice, rubbing Jackie's hand, which was encased in her own.

"So … there's nothing wrong with you or the baby?" Jackie said, the worry line disappearing and a look of shock appearing instead. "So you're abusin' the NHS! Honestly, there's enough overcrowdin' as it is, without this 'appin'."

"They won't mind us being here for a few days, will they, if it saves the world?" the Doctor said, smiling as a nurse passed them, eyeing them suspiciously. "And that doesn't explain what you're doing here." Jackie rolled her eyes.

"It's Sandra, ya know Sandra, don't ya Rose, used to get ya Rose's for y'ur birthday, every year," Jackie said, as Rose nodded. "Well she was in car accident. Don't worry, nothin' major, just some cuts an' bruises. But I thought I should pop in an' see her, and then I see ya!" Jackie said, holding her hands up in the air as she'd just announced she'd just climbed Mount Everest.

"As long as Sandra's okay," Rose said, looking genuinely concerned.

"Yea', she's fine. Like I said, just some cuts an' bruises. I'mma get goin', is that alright, I've gotta client at six," Jackie said, looking Rose straight in the eye. "I'd love to stay an' chat, but I've cancelled on her twice this week already, so I can't cancel again."

"It's okay, Mum," Rose said, allowing herself to be squeezed to near death by her mother.

"Ohh, I better watch, you're gettin' a bit of a bump there Rose!" Jackie said, giving her daughter another hug before kissing her on the cheek motherly. "An' don't think I'm missin' ya out, ya big waste of space!" she said, enveloping the Doctor in a hug as well, who didn't take kindly to being called a waste of space, however affectionately.

"Really, Jackie? In public?" he said as Jackie released her hold on him.

"Honestly, why do ya put with 'im, darlin'?" she said, and Rose just laughed along. Jackie looked at her watch and frowned, before giving Rose yet another hug.

"Bye, love. Stay safe – the both of yous," she said, squeezing Rose's hand, before setting off down a corridor labelled 'exit', occasionally turning around and smiling and waving at the couple as they made their way back to the ward.

"Honestly, your mother," the Doctor said as soon as Jackie was out of earshot, shaking his head. "She seems to pop up out of the blue everywhere."

"Yep," Rose said, nodding. They walked along back to the ward, muttering to each other about things the plasma coils could be hiding.

They were back in the ward when the whole building suddenly started to shake; everything seemed to rattle, and people were going flying. "Get down on the floor!" the Doctor yelled to other people in the ward, as he pushed Rose down on the floor and lay over her, as there was several breakages occurring. A large, heavy glass jug of water fell off the bedside table and smashed, sending tiny shards of glass everywhere; it would have landed right on Rose if she hadn't moved.

Eventually everything calmed, and the Doctor pushed up on his hands, examining Rose. "I'm fine," she said, as he stood up, helping her up. He looked around, seeing if there was anything different.

"That felt like transportation to me," he said, suspiciously.

"Might just be a little thing," Rose said, holding her finger and thumb so they were a centimetre apart, "But it was lunchtime when we left. Now, it's night."

"What?" he said, and after checking, he found she was right. "Get dressed," he said, handing her the handbag and drawing the curtain around them, "I think we need to sort this out quicker than we anticipated."

Rose nodded. The Doctor stayed where he was. "Either get out, close your eyes, or turn around," Rose said, counting them on her fingers. He closed his eyes and turned around.

Rose got dressed quicker than she ever imagined was possible; soon she was standing in a pair of jeans, a pink t-shirt and a blue hooded sweatshirt.

"Right, you can turn around now," Rose said, slipping the hospital-issue pjyamas on the bed. "Can we go and see now?" she sounded like an impatient child.

"Wait – who's that talking?" the Doctor said, as an authoritative voice rang out.

"All right, everyone back to bed, this is an emergency but we'll sort it out," a woman's voice said. The Doctor, still behind the curtain, raised his eyebrows at Rose. He peeked out behind the curtain, unseen to everyone.

"Transportation is right. We're on the moon," he said, and Rose gasped.

"Really?" Rose said, looking genuinely excited. The Doctor nodded, and Rose looked gleeful. Out of all the places she'd visited, the moon was one she wanted to go to – to see if the moon landing was fake or not. Her mother was adamant is wasn't, but she still wasn't convinced.

About thirty seconds later, the same voice sounded again. "It's real, it's really real! Hold on."

"Don't!" another woman's voice, only this one was sobbing, whereas the first was calm and amazed. "We'll lose all the air!"

There was silence for a moment. "But they're not exactly air-tight," the first voice said, contemplatively. "If the air was going to get sucked out, then it would have happened straight away – but it didn't. How come?"

The Doctor felt there had been enough time hiding. He pulled back the curtain with a flourish, revealing himself and Rose to two startled doctors. "Very good point! Excellent, in fact, don't you agree?" He was talking to Rose, who nodded. "What was your name?"

"Jones, Martha Jones," the first voice replied. A face to a name. She was tall, about a couple of inches off the Doctor's 6"1 height. Nothing like Rose's small stature. She had a pretty face, and didn't look like a doctor, but was dressed in doctor-like (proper doctor-like, not converse) clothes. She looked too young to be a doctor, in Rose's opinion. She looked only a few years older than Rose herself.

"Well, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be!" the owner of the second voice made itself heard. A sobbing woman on the floor, curled up into a ball. Rose ran over and put her arm around the woman, comforting her as best she could.

"Obviously, we are," the Doctor said, not unkindly. "Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda … ?" he asked, looking at the doctor.

"By the patient's lounge, yeah," Martha said, nodding.

"Fancy coming out?" The Doctor asked Martha. He didn't ask Rose – he knew the answer, she'd be there like a shot.

"Okay," Martha said, bravely.

"We might die."

The Doctor was clearly challenging Martha, and she responded with another challenge. "We might not."

"Good! C'mon, Rose. Not her," he said, pointing to Swales, whom Rose was comforting, "She'd hold us up."

Rose bade goodbye to Swales and followed the Doctor and Martha out the door. They got to the patient's lounge quickly with Martha's direction. The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, before grabbing a door handle each, pushed open the door, unconsciously holding their breath. They soon found there was no need, however, as there was air.

All three took a deep breath in, looking out over the moon, the Earth as visible as the moon is from Earth. It felt weird, seeing it the other way around, even though Rose had seen many planets; she just hadn't seen her own. Not since Platform One, anyway, and that was nearly three years ago. Was it really that long? Rose suddenly felt old, she'd grown up so much in those three years. Three years ago, she was stuck in a dead-end job with a boyfriend who was more like a brother, eating beans on toast every night; now, she was an intergalactic hero, with a boyfriend who was an alien (and the love of her life) and was saving the world every night. And was about to become a mum. Those three years had just gone rushing by like the wind, and only the sight of Earth brought those three years back to Rose.

"We've got air!" Martha exclaimed, looking joyous. "How does that work, then?"

"No idea," the Doctor said, looking at Rose. "Just be thankful it does."

Martha's face suddenly fell. "I've got a party tonight," she said, biting her lip. "It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really … really …" she couldn't seem to get the words out. Rose immediately sympathised with her, and rushed over to her, giving her a hug. Martha seemed to appreciate the comfort.

"You okay?" Rose said, after a few moments.

"Yeah," was Martha's simple, and still slightly awed reply.

"Sure?" It was the Doctor that asked this time.

"Yeah," Martha repeated.

"Want to go back in?" the Doctor asked her.

"No way. I mean, we could die any minute," Martha said, sensibly, "But all the same, it's beautiful."

"Isn't it, though?" Rose said, looking the same as Martha; awed and amazed.

"Wait a minute," Martha said, pointing a finger at the Doctor, "You came up to me on Chancery Street this morning! Took your tie off, and said something … 'like so!' or something like that!"

"It wasn't him," Rose said, throwing her thumb over her shoulder to indicate to 'him'. "We were in waiting rooms all bloody morning."

"Well, he looked and dressed like you. Sure you don't have a fan club?" Martha asked.

"Probably," the Doctor sniffed, and Rose elbowed him sharply.

"How many people have wanted to go to the moon?" Rose asked, changing the subject, "And here were are!"

"Standing in the Earthlight," the Doctor finished, taking Rose's hand and giving it a small squeeze. Rose's return squeeze was so full of joy and excitement it nearly cut off all the circulation in his hand.

"Oi!" he exclaimed, "Mind and no do that so hard? That's my fightin' hand, I never know when I'm going to need all the circulation in it."

"Well, you were the one who got it cut off," Rose said in retaliation. Martha was looking at them as if they'd just asked if the patients and staff in the hospital wanted to start a giant conga.

"Anyway," Martha said, turning back to the Moon landscape before them, "What do you think happened?"

"What do you think?" The Doctor shot back at her.

"Extraterrestrial. It's got to be. I mean, a couple of years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben," Martha said, as Rose silently counted the ones they'd been to on her fingers. "Christmas. Those Cybermen things."

Martha had went silent. "Are you okay?" Rose asked, kindly, letting go of the Doctor's hand and rushing over to her, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Martha nodded before continuing. "I had a cousin, Adeola. Addy. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home that day."

"Adeola?" Rose repeated, and Martha nodded. Rose clicked her fingers. "We knew her. It was her and that other guy … they started the ghost shifts with their earpieces, remember?" She was talking to the Doctor, who nodded. "I'm sorry, she died. We were there, in the battle," Rose said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"You look alike," the Doctor said, looking at Martha.

"Everyone told us that," Martha said. "We're only a few months apart, so when we were younger we used to pretend to be twins." Rose giggled, but it only lasted a few moments until silence dispelled on the group again.

"I promise you, Mr whatever-your-name-is, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."

"The name's the Doctor. And this is Rose," the Doctor said, pointing to himself and then to Rose.

"Me too, if I could pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor … Smith? Evans?"

"Just 'the Doctor'." he replied.

"How do you mean, just 'the Doctor'?" Martha seemed confused.

"Just … 'The Doctor'," Rose said. She hadn't really questioned his name when they'd met, she'd just grabbed onto his hand for dear life and hadn't let go since.

"What, people call you 'The Doctor'. Like, 'hey, the Doctor, can you pass the salt'?"

"Not like that. Just Doctor, in that case," he said, arms crossed over his chest. Rose looked amused by the situation.

"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've gotta earn that title," she said, her chin held up defiantly. Rose raised her eyebrows at the Doctor, who repeated the action back.

"Well, I better make a start, then, eh?" he said, turning back to the moon landscape and the Earth in the far distance. "Let's have a look. Rose?" he asked, and the blonde's eyes shifted for the Earth to him.

"Doctor?" she asked back, and the Doctor picked up a pebble. "Right," she said, and picked up her own pebble, and threw it; it hit some kind of barrier and bounced off it, the barrier itself glowing purple.

"There must be some kind of … force field, keeping the air in," Rose said, looking to the Doctor with a worried expression.

"If that's a bubble keeping the air in ..." Martha said, cottoning on to what the other two were thinking. "Then this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" She asked the Doctor, who just looked at her.

"How many people in this hospital?" he asked, looking between Martha and the invisible force field.

"I dunno … a thousand?" Martha said, and Rose internally groaned. This wasn't a good.

"A thousand people. Suffocating," the Doctor said, his voice dark, reminding Rose of his previous body. She elbowed him again, and he seemed to snap out of it, smiling at her warmly.

"Why would anyone want to do that?" Martha asked, perplexed by this question.

"Heads up!" Rose said, pointing to the sky, where massive ships were landing not to far away from the hospital.

"Why don't you ask them yourself?" the Doctor said, as the aliens started coming out of spaceship. They had big, bulky helmets on, and were dressed in something akin to leather jackets and skirts.

"That's aliens!" Martha exclaimed, pointing. "Real proper aliens!"

The Doctor's voice was deadpan when he spoke, holding onto Rose's hand tightly. "Judoon."

i told you Jackie would be back to create some more trouble. :) It's not the last time she'll be popping up where she doesn't belong, either.