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Chapter 3: Smiths and Jones
Freya was bored. Bored but content.
They'd been in the hospital for a little over eighteen hours now, the Doctor checked in with fake abdomen pains and Freya pretending in all senses that there was no reason for her to be in the hospital, or even checked in. The Doctor had made it very clear when they decided to investigate that there was no way she was to be checked in. They didn't want to risk any excess tests being run that could upset the baby.
The Doctor had discovered some sort of what he called plasma coils around the hospital and decided it was time for an adventure. Freya hadn't protested; she'd been worried he wouldn't have wanted an adventure at all after losing her as he had before.
Still. There was nothing to do in the hospital. She'd managed to get away with curling up on the bed next to him, despite the doctors' frowns at her. The nurses thought it was adorable too.
"Dr. Stoker's on his way. I'd pretend you're asleep if you don't want to move," a nurse said as she peeked in the room to check on the Doctor's vitals.
"Thank you," Freya told her as she shifted on the bed, curling herself up against the Doctor before slowing her breathing and closing her eyes. The Doctor's arm tightened around her. She heard the distinctive sounds of the curtain around the bed being pulled back.
"Now then, Mister Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today? Is there a reason she's sleeping in the bed with?" a masculine voice said, disdain clear.
"Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, blah. The wife was up half the night, nearly sick with worry. The nurses said she could sleep with me so she wouldn't get a kink in her neck from the chair," the Doctor lied effortlessly.
"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me," the man said. Freya worked hard to control her breathing. Jones…Martha Jones? Was Martha the one checking them?
"So you're Freya's husband. Not wise, abandoning her like that. And it sure wasn't clever, running around outside, was it?" Martha's voice filled Freya's ears.
"Sorry?" the Doctor said, quite clearly stunned by both her knowledge of them and her accusation.
"On Chancellor Street this morning? You came up to me and took your tie off," Martha explained.
"Really? What did I do that for?" the Doctor wondered aloud.
"I don't know, you just did," Martha said defensively.
"Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses. Ask the wife, when she wakes up," the Doctor told her.
"Well that's weird cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?" Martha asked.
"Not…not really, no. Not one that looks like me," the Doctor said.
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones," Dr. Stoker complained.
"Sorry, right," Martha apologized as she shifted around. After a few minutes of silence, the Doctor shifted next to her.
"I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Dr. Stoker asked scathingly. Freya's breath hitched subconsciously at his words. His heart? Oh no.
"Er, I don't know. Stomach cramps?" Martha asked awkwardly.
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart," Dr. Stoker said. Freya could hear shifting around before Dr. Stoker hissed.
"That happened to me this morning," Martha said.
"I had the same thing on a door handle," another male voice added.
"And me, on the lift," a girl's voice added in.
"That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by….anyone?" Dr. Stoker asked.
"Benjamin Franklin," Freya said sleepily before she could stop herself. She stretched slightly, pretending to have just woken up.
"Correct," Dr. Stoker said, looking quite surprised to be saying it.
"My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked," the Doctor babbled. Freya sent the Doctor an odd look.
"Quite," Dr. Stoker said carefully, obviously not very amused.
"And then I got electrocuted," the Doctor continued happily.
"He's…a bit not right sometimes," Freya apologized.
"Moving on," Dr. Stoker said quickly, leading the group away from them. Martha sent Freya a small smile before they left.
"That really wasn't a smart thing to say. We're supposed to be lying low," Freya warned the Doctor.
"It kinda slipped out. I do have a bit of a gob," the Doctor said with a sheepish grin.
"So now what? They were all getting shocked. Could that have anything to do with the plasma coils?" Freya wondered.
"It probably could. That means things are probably almost in place. Come on. I'll get dressed real quick," the Doctor said, pulling his clothes from where Freya had set them in the chair next to their bed. He stood quickly, tugging the gown off as Freya slowly scooted off the bed. She made her way to the window, staring out at the rain that had just started falling.
And then going upward.
"Doctor, there's a problem. The rain. It's going up. Does that have something to do with the plasma coils?" Freya wanted to know, feeling nervous at the unnatural sight. The Doctor pulled Freya along with him into the hallway just as the hospital jerked violently. The Doctor grabbed Freya immediately, holding her tightly as everything jerked.
When it stopped, he pulled her to her feet and into a room where people were panicking.
"All right now, everyone back to bed. We've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry," Martha said. Freya peeked out from around the curtain to see Martha and another girl going to the window.
The window where the Earth was clearly visible from space.
"It's real. It's really real. Hold on," she said, reaching for the window as her friend freaked out.
"Don't! We'll lose all the air!" she cried.
"But they're not exactly airtight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?" Martha wondered.
"Great question," Freya said before she could stop herself. Her hand flew to her mouth. She hadn't meant to say anything. The Doctor's gob must have been rubbing off on her, Freya realized wryly.
Seeing as how both girls now saw Freya, she pushed the curtain back. The Doctor stepped out alongside Freya.
"Brilliant point, in fact. What was your name?" the Doctor asked her curiously.
"Martha," Martha said.
"And it was Jones, wasn't it? Have we met her before?" the Doctor asked Freya.
"Yes, but she hasn't met you yet," Freya murmured as the Doctor turned back to Martha.
"Well then, Martha Jones, the question is how are we still breathing?" the Doctor asked her, watching for what her response would be.
"We can't be," Martha's friend moaned.
"Obviously we are," Freya pointed out, trying to be as kind as she could with the statement.
"Don't waste our time. Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda?" the Doctor asked, waving Martha's friend off.
"By the patients' lounge, yeah," Martha said with a nod.
"Fancy going out?" the Doctor asked her.
"Okay," Martha said.
"We might die," the Doctor warned her.
"We might not," Martha countered.
"Good. Come on. Not her though. She'd hold us up," the Doctor said, waving off Martha's friend. Martha led them to what was a balcony. The Doctor stopped Freya a few feet away before opening the glass doors and stepping out. Him and Martha each took a breath before the Doctor motioned for Freya to join them.
"Were you really going to make me wait to make sure it was safe?" Freya asked him in disbelief.
"I'm not going to lose you again," the Doctor protested.
"So I guess this is the father?" Martha asked, gesturing to the Doctor.
"Yeah. He came back," Freya admitted quietly.
"You've got to be a saint to take him back," Martha said immediately before glancing around at the moon.
They were on the moon. Freya had to smile at that realization. She hadn't been to the moon yet. There was something magical about being on the moon, despite all the other places she'd been on. She'd seen the moon in the sky before, unlike the rest of the places she'd visited.
It felt so unreal.
"We've got air. How does that work?" Martha wondered aloud.
"Don't question it. Just be glad we do," Freya warned her.
"You're talking as if you experience this sort of thing every day," Martha accused before staring at her, eyebrows furrowing tightly together.
"Oh my God, you do, don't you?" Martha gasped in realization.
"Back to the current situation, don't you think?" Freya asked, gesturing towards the Earth. Martha turned, her attention snapping back to their situation.
"I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really…" Martha drifted off, staring at the Earth.
"You okay?" Freya asked her, concerned.
"Yeah," Martha said, but her voice sounded more dazed than anything else.
"Sure?" the Doctor asked her, glancing at Freya who immediately shook her head. Martha was anything but fine.
"Yeah," Martha repeated.
"Do you want to go back in?" Freya offered.
"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful," Martha said with a sigh.
"Do you think?" the Doctor asked, looking as if he'd been thinking about something intently.
"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are," Martha said.
"I feel the same way. There's something so special about being on the moon," Freya agreed.
"Standing in the Earthlight," the Doctor added with a nod.
"What do you think happened?" Martha asked him.
"What do you think?" the Doctor shot right back.
"Extraterrestrial. 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, Christmas, those Cybermen things. I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home," Martha said sadly.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor said earnestly.
"Yeah," Martha responded.
"We were there, in the battle," the Doctor added slowly.
"I promise you, Mister Smith, 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," Martha swore. The Doctor winced at her words.
"It's not Smith. That's not my real name," the Doctor said awkwardly.
"Who are you, then?" Martha asked him.
"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor said with a grin.
"Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Smith?" she asked/
"Just the Doctor," the Doctor said.
"What, people call you the Doctor?" Martha asked in disbelief.
"Yes," the Doctor stated, already seemingly getting irritated with the conversation.
"Even you? You call him the Doctor too? Is he even your husband?" Martha asked in confusion.
"Yeah, I call him the Doctor. And yeah, he's my husband," Freya agreed.
"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title," Martha scoffed.
"Well, I'd bettered make a start, then. Let's have a look. There must be some sort of…" the Doctor drifted off as he picked up something and threw it out at the moon. It bounced back at them though.
"Forcefield," Freya finished for him.
"Yes. Forcefield, keeping the air in," the Doctor agreed.
"But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" Martha wanted to know.
"How many people are in this hospital?" the Doctor wanted to know.
"I don't know. A thousand?" Martha guessed.
"One thousand people suffocating," the Doctor said grimly.
"Why would anyone do that?" Martha wanted to know in horror.
"Head's up! Ask them yourself," the Doctor said, pointing towards where spaceships were landing nearby.
"Aliens," Martha breathed in disbelief.
"Yes. Real and proper aliens," Freya said, earning a wink from the Doctor before he turned his attention back to the aliens marching towards them.
"Judoon," the Doctor said grimly as he recognized him. Freya's heart sank.
That couldn't be good.
"Come on. Let's get near the entrance so we can see what's happening," Freya suggested, tugging both Martha and the Doctor after her.
"Why? Shouldn't we be getting away from the creepy aliens marching towards us?" Martha wanted to know.
"She's right. We need to find out as much as we can as to why they're here, what they're looking for, and how best to save everyone in the hospital," the Doctor said, ticking off their goals on his fingers as they walked quickly through the halls.
They stopped when they found the balcony overlooking the doors and crouched behind a plant as the Judoon barged in.
"Oh, look down there. You've got a little shop. I like a little shop," the Doctor crooned.
"Not the time," Freya warned him, Martha nodding in agreement.
"Never mind that. What are Judoon?" Martha asked. Freya was wondering the same thing. They looked like rhinos.
"They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs," the Doctor explained.
"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha questioned.
"Is the moon like neutral territory? James had a theory that was something like that," Freya stated.
"Yeah. Neutral territory. How did he figure that out? Never mind. According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it. That rain, lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop," the Doctor explained.
"What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?" Martha wanted to know.
"We can't be trespassing on the moon if we weren't the ones who came here in the first place. They brought us here. That would be like the police arresting you for coming to jail when they forced you into their car and drove you there themselves," Freya explained. At least, that's how she felt about it. The Doctor nodded.
"No. I like that though. Good thinking. And great analogy, Freya. No, I wish it were all that simply. They're making a catalogue. That means they're after something non-human, which is really bad for us," the Doctor said, gesturing between Freya and himself.
"I'm human," Freya pointed out.
"Yeah, with an alien baby and traces of non-human coursing through your body," the Doctor corrected her.
"You've got to be kidding me. Don't be ridiculous," Martha scoffed at the two of them. Both the Doctor and Freya just stared at Martha.
"Stop looking at me like that," Martha complained nervously.
"Come on then," the Doctor said, gesturing for her to get up and follow him. Freya was up in an instant, trekking behind him. Martha hesitated for a moment before dashing after them. The Doctor made his way into an office that Freya guessed was for administration. He quickly tried sonicking the screwdriver as Martha glanced out of the doorway.
"They've reached the third floor. What's that thing?" Martha asked, eyes glued to his sonic screwdriver.
"Sonic screwdriver," the Doctor said absently as he tried getting the computer to work.
"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly," Martha complained. The Doctor glanced up at her, almost confused.
"No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look," he said, holding it up for her to see.
"What else have you got, a laser spanner?" Martha asked bitingly.
"I did, but ti was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman. Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon. Because we were just travelling past, I swear. We were just wandering. I wasn't looking for trouble. Looking for the opposite of trouble really. Didn't want to put Freya in trouble again so soon. But we saw the plasma coil, and the lightning. It's been building up, so I checked myself in. I thought something was going on inside, but it was the Judoon up above," the Doctor said. Freya moved past him towards the computer. One of the things she'd learnt in her time on Earth away from the Doctor was computers.
Between Donna showing her basic temp and secretary stuff and James showing her his genius with the things she'd learnt quite a bit.
"But what were they looking for?" Martha wondered.
"Something that looks human, but isn't," the Doctor explained with a frown as Freya started breaking through the Judoon's defenses.
"Like you, apparently," Martha said.
"Like me, but not me," the Doctor corrected her.
"Haven't they got a photo?" Martha wanted to know.
"Maybe it can change shapes. I've see weirder," Frey admitted from the computer.
"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha asked.
"If they declare the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution," the Doctor said grimly as Freya broke through another layer of the Judoon's lock.
"All of us?" Martha asked in horror.
"Oh yes. If I can find this thing first. Oh!" the Doctor exclaimed, looking over Freya's shoulders.
"They wiped the records," Freya said with a frown. She quickly pulled out her phone, dialing James.
"The Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! That's clever," the Doctor said as James answered the phone.
"Hello?" James answered.
"Hey. I'm in a hospital on the moon trying recover records from a computer wiped by alien rhinos. Any advice?" Freya asked.
"What are we looking for?" Martha asked the Doctor.
"I don't know," the Doctor said.
"You're in a hospital? Are you okay?" James asked instantly.
"Is that all you heard?" Freya retorted, amused at him.
"Say, any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a backup," the Doctor said.
"Oh. Yeah," James mumbled before giving her quick instructions. She did as he said, as Martha left to go ask her teacher. The Doctor kept mumbling to himself as Freya got the records pulled back up.
"Thanks. Talk to you later," Freya said.
"Stop by before leaving earth?" James asked her.
"Sure. I'll make him. Bye!" Freya said, with a grin, hanging up. She quickly scanned through the inventory, searching for what the Doctor was looking for. After a few key words, she had narrowed it down to about ten patients when Martha burst into the room.
"I've got a list of ten potential patients," Freya informed her as Martha shook her head.
"I found her," Martha said The Doctor's eyes widened and he stared at Martha
"You did what?" he asked as two men in all leather broke down the door.
"Run!" the Doctor shouted, grabbing Freya's hand and yanking her from her seat. They started to run down the stairs but ran into Judoon instead so the Doctor pulled them up to another floor. He pulled them into a room labelled radiology and the Doctor thrust her into the room before sonicking the door shut.
"Get over there and when I say now, press the button," the Doctor ordered Freya quickly ran behind the radiation screen.
"But I don't know which one!" Martha protested. Freya glanced around frantically, eyes landing on a manual on the shelf. She pulled it down quickly, finding the table of contents and turning to the page with the labels on it.
Freya heard a loud crash, making her jump. She was on the right page. Her eyes skimmed the page quickly in time to hear the Doctor shout an abrupt now.
She quickly pressed down on a button that was near her, hoping she hadn't read the labels wrong. The Doctor's bones were illuminated for a moment as the leather man fell down. Martha found the off button.
"What did you do?" Martha asked, staring at the leather man.
"Increased the radiation by five thousand percent. Killed him dead," the Doctor said. Freya's heart lurched at his words. He'd just…killed the man, alien, whatever he was, without giving him a chance? The Doctor had never done that before. Uneasiness rose in Freya's stomach.
"But isn't that going to kill you?" Martha asked. She didn't seem to care about the creature lying dead in front of them either.
"Nah, it's only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you two to come out now I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it. If I can concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go! Easy does it. Out, out, out!" the Doctor shouted as he wiggled about, shaking his foot almost obnoxiously.
When he went to take the shoe off, he very nearly dropped it with an exclamation of how hot it was before managing to throw it into a bin
"Done," he said happily with a sigh.
"You're completely mad," Martha said in disbelief. The Doctor glanced down before nodding.
You're right. I look daft with one shoe," he said with decision before pulling the other shoe off as well, tossing it around as well
"Barefoot on the moon," the Doctor said happily.
"What was that? Who was that? Why did you kill him without giving him a chance?" Freya asked before he could get distracted with another tangent.
"It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones. See? Solid leather, all the way through. Like the Adherence of the Repeated Meme. Someone has got one hell of a fetish," the Doctor said thoughtfully.
"But it was with that woman, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant," Martha said as the Doctor pulled his sonic from the x-ray machine.
It was completely ruined.
"My sonic screwdriver," the Doctor whispered in horror, staring at it.
"She was one of the patients," Martha continued, trying to draw the Doctor's attention back to her.
"Oh no. My sonic screwdriver," the Doctor repeated sadly.
"But she had a straw, like some kind of vampire," Martha continued
"I loved my sonic screwdriver," the Doctor said mournfully.
"Doctor?" Martha said, pulling his attention to her
"Sorry," the Doctor said, throwing the screwdriver over his shoulder. Freya considered pulling out her sonic screwdriver, the one she'd swiped from his jacket ages ago, but figured he was fine. If he needed it that bad she could give it to him then.
"You called me Doctor," the Doctor said, a smile forming on his lips.
"Anyway? Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mister Stoker's blood," Martha said.
"Funny time to take a snack You'd think she'd be hiding Unless…no. Yes, that's it. Wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer, internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it!" the Doctor exclaimed.
"Making her appear human? Even to the scanners?" Freya questioned. The Doctor nodded grimly.
"If she can assimilate Mister Stoker's blood, mimic the biology, she'll register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!" the Doctor shouted, pulling her along behind him as Martha ran alongside him. They managed to hide behind a water dispenser just as another of the Slab creatures walked down the corridor.
"That's the thing about Slabs They always travel in pairs," the Doctor said.
"What about you?" Martha asked.
"What about me what?" the Doctor asked, puzzled.
"Haven't you got backup? You must have a partner or something?" Martha reasoned.
"She's my partner," the Doctor said, pointing to Freya.
"But she's been here alone for what, months? I've done checkups for three months now. Surely you have a new assistant or something by now," Martha pointed out.
"I'm not his assistant. I'm his wife," Freya corrected quietly.
"I don't need a new assistant. I've got Freya," the Doctor said.
"Fat lot of good she's doing. She's stuck here too, and she's pregnant. Can't be good for her or the baby to be doing this," Martha pointed out. Freya waited for the Doctor to defend her, only to be alarmed at the look of guilty that flashed across his face.
He agreed with Martha.
That thought slammed into Freya. Even after what had happened, he still thought of leaving her behind.
The Doctor stood, pulling Freya and Martha up only to run directly into a Judoon. The Judoon held up his scanner and quickly scanned the Doctor.
"Non-human," the Judoon droned.
"Oh my God, you really are an alien," Martha said in disbelief. The Doctor tugged them along as a Judoon fired his weapons at them. The Doctor tugged them towards the stairs. As they ran down the stairs, Freya felt sick. Her lungs were not getting enough air, and it hurt to run so much. The people in the hallway they'd just entered apparently felt the same way. They were starting to slump to the ground, just as she felt she ought to do.
"They've done this floor Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've already checked. If we're lucky," the Doctor amended slightly.
"How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked her friend from earlier
"Not enough for all these people We're going to run out," the friend said in despair.
"How are you feeling?" the Doctor asked Martha.
"I'm running on adrenaline," Martha admitted.
"And you?" the Doctor asked, spinning to stare intently at Freya. She started to say she was fine, but she wasn't. Now wasn't the time for her to succeed in lying to the Doctor and have them have to run again.
"Bit lightheaded," Freya admitted. The Doctor nodded grimly, bringing her near the stairwell and sitting her down in a folded down wheelchair.
"Rest right here then. We'll be back for you. Focus on nice, deep, even breaths," the Doctor told her soothingly before kissing her gently on the forehead and tugging Martha along with him.
The two of them had barely left when a group of Judoon marched down the hallway, glancing at hands. Freya struggled to stand, wanting to get out of there. She didn't know what they'd find when they scanned her, and she wasn't sure she wanted to find out.
They stopped in front of her before she could manage to hide and scanned her.
"Non-human developing. Activate full scan," the Judoon said, pushing her against the wall. Freya winced at the sudden movement, her head spinning.
"Fetus is non human origins. Take her to the ship," one of the Judoon told the others. Freya's heart seized at his words.
"But I can't! I'm not what you're looking for!" Freya protested, but the Judoon was having none of it. They dragged her out of the hospital. Freya's eyes widened as they headed out. There was an air bubble. She wouldn't be able to breath. She sucked in a deep breath of thin air and held it as long as she could until they shoved her into the space ship.
Her head spun as they dragged her into a small cell, locking the door. Freya gripped the bars tightly, glancing up and down the hallway.
There was no one else there.
She quickly pulled out her cell phone, dialing the Doctor's number, the cell phone she'd taken to slipping in his jacket. It rang out.
What was he doing? Why couldn't he answer? Where were they going to take her?
No. Calm. She needed to stay calm. She'd never figure out what was going on if she panicked. She scrolled through her contacts, ready to dial James, only to pause. He worked with UNIT, but Freya'd never heard him mention Judoon before. And despite everything, he really was only human.
She scrolled through her contacts, stopping on one for Torchwood. Jack? Was that Jack's number? She hadn't put that in her phone. She clicked on it, watching as all the little comment popped up on the profile page. Definitely Jack. Jack could help her.
She dialed his number and waited, hoping he would pick up.
"Hello?" a voice, most definitely not Jack's, answered.
"Hi. I'm looking for Jack? Is he there? It's an emergency," Freya said quickly, glancing down the hallway both ways once more. Still no one coming.
"May I ask who's calling?" the man asked her kindly.
"Tell him it's Freya and I'm captured by some alien and the Doctor isn't answering his phone and they think I'm guilty of some crime," Freya said, the words tumbling out. She was met with silence. She pulled the phone back, glancing at it. No, they hadn't hung up on her yet.
"He'll be with you in a second," the voice finally said and she could hear Jack's voice in the background.
"Hey! Freya? What's wrong? Where are you?" Jack asked immediately.
"On a spaceship on the moon. I don't know where they're going to take me," Freya admitted nervously.
"On the moon? Our moon? Were you in that hospital that just came back?" Jack asked.
"Came back?" Freya asked in alarm.
"Yeah. It just reappeared. It's all over the news. I guess you didn't come back with it?" Jack asked.
"No. The Judoon scanned me and found that I was carrying a non-human so they carted me off and threw me in a cell on their spaceship. I tried calling the Doctor but couldn't get an answer," Freya said worriedly.
"Hold on a minute, Freya. Everything's going to be fine. I paged Bad Wolf. He'll be able to come get you. Do you want me to try coming after you as well?" Jack asked.
"Please. How do you know it'll be the right version of Bad Wolf? What if it's an extremely younger version of himself?" Freya asked worriedly.
"Don't worry. It'll be the right version. I'm actually on babysitting duty right now under direct orders not to let the child out of my sight. So there'll be a whole group of us. Just sit tight and if there's any talk of execution, keep them talking. You said Judoon, right?" Jack asked for clarification.
"Yes. I think they're coming!" Freya whispered as she heard marching. She backed away from the bars quickly.
"We'll be right there for you," Jack promised before Freya hung up the phone. She quickly shoved the phone into her pocket as a group of Judoon marched by, not even acknowledging her.
"Where are you taking me?" Freya shouted after them without thinking. They kept walking. She sank to the ground, hoping Jack and Bad Wolf would get there soon.
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The Doctor felt groggy. He could only assume that almost dying had done that to him. Still, he climbed down the stairs to where he had left Freya. By now emergency personnel were flitting about the doctors and patients alike, trying to get everyone back to their health.
When he got to where he'd left Freya, she was gone.
He instantly shoved back his anxiety. She could have been taken to a room by a doctor or something. Or wandered off to avoid that. Maybe she was even waiting by the TARDIS for him.
It did nothing to satisfy him. He began asking around, searching rooms, corridors, closets, but he couldn't find her. It was beginning to scare him. He did end up running straight into Martha Jones.
"Hey! I thought you'd run off and left!" Martha said. The Doctor shook his head.
"I can't find Freya. Do you have any idea where she could be hiding?" the Doctor asked.
"Why would she be hiding?" Martha asked.
"To avoid being examined," the Doctor stated, obviously put out to have to answer a question he thought to be so basic.
"I'm sure she's fine. We'll find her," Martha said.
"We?" the Doctor asked, confused.
"Yeah, we. I know the hospital better than you do. Let's got find your wife," Martha said, marching off as she did. The Doctor followed her quickly.
He wasn't about to lose his wife again.
Originally, this was supposed to keep going, but because I've taken two weeks to get this much done, I'm giving this to you now and the next chapter will be almost all original content. Thank you for sticking with me guys. I've been extremely busy and am still busy for awhile. I just had to give you guys something! Just be forewarned, I am still updating, but it will be going much slower than it has been, and for that I am sorry. Let me know what you think of this!
Andi