Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. I only own my OC, Lyra Blu.
-Radiation Room-
Martha slams her hand down on the big yellow button, quickly looking out of the window again.
"Lyra! Get back!" The Doctor orders at Lyra.
Lyra just stood there in the doorway splitting the radiation from the safe-zone, her head hurting with unbearable pains.
She was unable to feel or hear of smell. She almost couldn't breath.
"Lyra!" The Doctor gave one last yell before the radiation came pouring out of the gun.
It effected the Doctor as well as Lyra.
Lyra wasn't sure about how long she was out after that.
It seemed like a very long time.
Lyra heard a voice and weakly groaned, turning her head to the side.
"Lyra? Lyra? Wake up, Lyra! Can you hear me? Lyra!"
Lyra's eyes flashed open.
The light hurt.
The sudden rush of blood to Lyra's feet hurt as she struggled to stand up.
"Doctor?" Lyra weakly looked around, then she slipped and fell but was caught by someone's arms.
Lyra blinked, focusing her eyes.
The Doctor is looking down into her eyes, a worried look on his face.
"L-Lyra? Are you alright?" The Doctor lifted her back to her feet.
"Yeah, yeah. I think so. So..sho...slo...Ugh. How long was I out?" Lyra grumbled, shaking her head around.
"3 minutes. Not very long at all. How are you feeling?" Martha told her.
"I feel fine, except for this throbbing pain in my head. It's not to serious though."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Hey. What happened to slabby?" Lyra asked, turning her head towards the dead Slab on the ground.
"I increased the radiation to 5000 percent. Killed him head." The Doctor replied, looking around Lyra to see if she was actually fine.
"How did you survive?" Lyra asked, stopping the Doctor for walking around her.
"Expelled the radiation from one spot of my body." The Doctor looked down at his toes. "My feet."
Lyra giggled.
"I became...Barefoot on the moon!" The Doctor smiled.
"I loved that scene!" Lyra danced around, giggly then ever.
"How did YOU survive? No human can survive that much radiation." The Doctor asked, shocked, walking around Lyra again.
"Uhm...It's hard to explain." Lyra scratched behind her head.
Judoon who are in the halls keep announcing "Human" as they approach the Radiation Room.
"We'd better get out of here!" Lyra gasped, pulling the Doctor and Martha into the halls.
-Hospital Corridor-
The Doctor, Lyra, and Martha hide behind some water coolers as the other Slab passes them.
"That's the thing about Slabs-" The Doctor began to explain.
"-They always travel in pairs." Lyra finished for him.
He glanced at her.
She glance at him, smiling, impressed with herself.
"What about you?" Martha asked.
"What about us what?" The Doctor looked at Martha.
"Haven't you got back-up? Like a partner or something?" Martha asked.
"No back-up. He's got just me." Lyra smiled smugly.
"Gah. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions. Come on." The Doctor scoffs, just about to get up.
"I like that. "Humans." I'm still not convinced you're an alien." Martha chuckles.
The Doctor stands up but is suddenly confronted by the Judoon chief.
The Chief shines the blue light on the Doctor's face.
"Non-human." He announced, his posse drawing their guns.
"And...again." The Doctor pulls Lyra and Martha down the hall.
They turn a corner just before the Judoon hit them.
-One Floor Up-
The trio walk into the corridor.
The Doctor locks the door on their way in.
Patients are doctors are sliding down the hall, out of breath and totally fucking mind blown!
"They've already 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 checked already. If we're lucky." The Doctor informs, leading the two girls through the hall.
Martha stops to see Swales who was kneeling next to a kid patient who had an air mask on.
"How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked Swales.
"Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out." Swales told Martha, sounding disappointed.
"How are you feeling? Are you two alright?" The Doctor asked Lyra and Martha.
"Yeah. We're running on adrenaline." Lyra scoffs laughy.
"Welcome to my world." The Doctor said, turning around and walking away.
"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked.
"They have oxygen reserves in their lungs." Lyra replies.
"Where is Mr. Stoker's office?" The Doctor asked.
"It's this way."
-Mr. Stoker's Office-
The trio entered the office.
"She's gone! She was here." Martha gasped, upset.
The three of them went over to Mr. Stoker's pale body.
"Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a Plasmavore." The Doctor sighed.
"What was she doing on Earth?" Martha asked, not seeming to be amazed by the word "Plasmavore".
"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on." The Doctor replied, leaving the office.
"Wait." Martha said.
She went back over to Mr. Stoker's body.
She closed his eyes and followed the Doctor out.
Lyra stayed behind for just a second, watching Mr. Stoker's eyes pop back open blankly.
The Doctor pulled Lyra into the corridor.
-Hospital Corridor-
"Think, think, think. If I was a Plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" The Doctor asked himself.
He suddenly noticed the MRI sign next to a doorway.
"Aah. She's as clever as me. Almost." He chuckled.
"Find the non-human! Execute!" The Chief Judoon and his platoon burst through the corridor doors, marching along.
"Stay here. I need time. You're going to have to hold them up." The Doctor turned to Martha.
"How do I do that?" Martha asked, looking surprised.
"Martha, forgive me for this. It's to save a thousand lives, it means nothing. Honestly, nothing." The Doctor told Martha.
He suddenly grabbed Martha and kissed her for a couple of seconds.
He left her, pulling Lyra along into the MRI room.
"That was nothing?" Martha asked, dreamily, swaying to and fro.
-MRI Room-
The Doctor and Lyra enter the room to find Florence messing around with the MRI controls.
The Doctor glanced at the MRI, then back to Florence.
"Have you seen, there are these things, those great big space rhino things, I mean rhinos from space. And we're on the moon. Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon. And I only came in for my bunions, look." The Doctor babbled on like a human.
He lifted up his barefoot to show Florence after she turn to the Doctor and Lyra.
"They're alright now, perfectly good treatment, I said to my sister-" The Doctor glanced at me. "-I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?"
"Hold them!" Florence orders.
The single Slab enters the room and grabs the Doctor and Lyra's arms. Surprisingly enough, the Slab is strong enough to hold two people with his two arms.
The MRI crackles, making a dramatic lighting on the Doctor and Lyra's faces.
-Hospital Corridor-
The Chief Judoon enters the corridor. At the other end is Martha, who was standing firmly, waiting for the Judoon.
"Find the non-human! Execute!" The Chief commands, approaching Martha.
"Now, listen. I know who you're looking for. She's this woman. She calls herself Florence." Martha begins.
The Chief shines the light in Martha's face.
"Human. Wait. Non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorized full scan." He pushed Martha into the wall. "What are you? What are you?"
-MRI Room-
Florence continues to mess around with the MRI controls as the single Slab has the Doctor and Lyra bound.
"That thing, that big machine thing, is it supposed to be making that noise?" The Doctor looked at the MRI.
"You wouldn't understand." Florence snickered, continuing.
And you don't understand what will happen if you don't let us go. Lyra beamed, smugly, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging thing? Like a ginormous sort of magnet? I did magnets at GCSE. Well, I failed, but all the same." The Doctor asked.
"The magnetic setting is now set to 50,000 Tesla." Florence informed.
"Ooh. That's a bit strong, isn't it?" Lyra asked, shifting her arms, trying to free herself from the abnormally strong Slab.
"I can send out a magnetic pulse that will fry the brain-stems of every living thing within 250,000 miles. Except me, safe in this room." Florence replied, using a bit of sing-song.
"But... hold on, hold on, I did geography for GCSE, I did pass that one, doesn't that distance include Earth?" The Doctor turned his head slightly.
I bet you failed that, too. Lyra thought, beaming more.
"Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive. Call it my little gift." Florence smiled.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me, I'm a little out of my depth. I've spent the past fifteen years working as a postman, hence the bunions. Why would you do that?" The Doctor turned his head in fake confusion.
"With everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my escape." Florence said in a hissy, happy voice.
"You sure are good at making yourself sound like an alien." Lyra said, giggling.
"Quite so." Florence smiled.
"No." The Doctor gawked,
"Oh, yes."
"You're joshing us."
"I am not."
"I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has the place got an ET department?" The Doctor smirked, lightly chuckling.
"It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast, and all this equipment I'm ready to arm myself with should the police come looking." Florence explained.
"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?" Lyra asked, shifting her arms again.
"Yes. But I'm hidden." Florence chuckled, showing the Doctor the plus on her hand.
"Oh. Right ! Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans." The Doctor let his mind trail off just a bit.
"They're doing what?" Florence asked, stunned.
"Yeah. Big chief rhino boy, he said, "no sign of a non-human, we must increase our scans... up to setting two"? The Doctor lied.
"Then I must assimilate again." Florence hissed, reaching inside her purse.
"What does that mean?" The Doctor asked.
"It means she's going to have to appear human, idiot." Lyra looked up at the Doctor.
"I know what it means." The Doctor whispered to me.
"Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the family. They'd be honoured. We can have cake." The Doctor smiled as Florence dug around her purse more.
"Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw." Florence turned, straw in hand.
"Because cake is good, bitch." Lyra blurted out, not being able to help laughing out.
The Doctor laughed too.
"You're quite the funny girl. And yet, you seem to be laughing at the darkness. I think I shall bite..you!" Florence turned to Lyra.
Lyra's face suddenly looked shocked.
"You don't want my blood. It's all humany wumany." Lyra shook her head.
"I think it's time you found some peace. Steady her." Florence commanded.
The Slab steadied Lyra so her neck was clear.
He then bound the Doctor with some ropes near the wall.
"I'm afraid this is going to hurt. But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember." Florence laughed, coming in at Lyra.
"NO! DON'T!" The Doctor screamed, struggling to free himself.
The straw (which was strangely sharp. A straw should not be able to penetrate human flesh. Derp, derp.) poked into Lyra's skin.
Everything went black.
CLIFFHANGERS! GLORIOUS CLIFFHANGERS!
WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NOW? HAS FLORENCE REWRITTEN THE COURSE OF THE FUTURE? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Next Chapter: Smith and Jones (and Blu): Part 3
-DoubleHeartedHuman