A/N: Things got a little hectic, but I'm back now!
Word- Circumvent (verb)- to avoid rules or laws without actually breaking them. To evade by means of gray area or loophole. To maneuver around authority.
Prompt- To circumvent the "don't run off" rule, Martha dragged the Doctor along with her.
Disclaimer- I am going to circumvent this rule and tell you to look at previous pages.
"Ow," Martha groaned. There was a painful throbbing coming from the back of her head. Instinctively she felt for blood, but there was none. Her muscles aching in protest, Martha stood up. She blinked rapidly as the sunlight assaulted her eyes. It felt unusually warm and dry. She took in her surroundings. She appeared to be in the middle of a park. There were some people near by playing football. The Doctor!
Martha scanned her surroundings. Mercifully he was lying right next to her. She bent down quickly to check his vitals. Both his hearts were still beating and he was breathing in and out. Nope, the Doctor was just out cold. Martha shook his shoulders. "Doctor, wake up!" The Time Lord stirred.
"mmm… ROSE!" He shot straight up. Martha's heart broke a little when she heard his lover's name. She only wished he would look at was right in front of him. "Martha where are we? Where's the TARDIS?" Martha's heart sank further as she realized that the familiar blue box was missing.
"I'm not sure. I just woke up." The Doctor stood and looked around. He cocked his head from side to side, sniffed loudly, and flicked his tongue in and out a few times.
"London July, 1969," Martha figured it was best not ask how he knew that.
"Doctor, where could the TARDIS have gone? We were just at the new library of Alexandria. It was 2051! How could we have landed in the 1969 without the TARDIS?" The Doctor's eyes lit up. He'd just remembered.
"Sally Sparrow!"
"What?"
"That girl Sally Sparrow! She said one day I'd get stuck in 1969. This is how I get stuck! We don't have the TARDIS!" Martha began to worry.
"Well, how do we get unstuck?"
"Hang on," the Doctor began rummaging through the left side of his pinstripe jacket. Martha wondered if that was bigger on the inside too. "Ah Ha!" He produced a plastic purple envelope that looked only slightly worse for wear. "She gave me this. Said I'd need it. I haven't looked at it yet. It's dangerous to know your own future." Martha's stomach growled.
"Well, how 'bout we look at it over lunch. I'm starving and I think we've got time." Before the Doctor could protest, Martha had grabbed his hand. To circumvent the "don't run off rule" Martha dragged the Doctor along with her.