Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor/Martha Jones/Ect. I only own my OC, Lyra Blu
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-Console Room-
Lyra walked into the TARDIS console room.
Her brown hair was in large curls that just layed along her back.
Her sonic was tucked neatly behind her ear.
She wore her normal blue sweater and her soft green scarf, acompanied by a pin that said "I NNY".
On her nose were her wire-rimmed, brown glasses.
The Doctor looked over at his Reshiannan companion.
Martha was sitting on the jump seat, tugging on her red, leather jacket.
"WHERE are we going today, Doctor?" Lyra asked, a little loudly.
"Year five billion and fifty-three, planet New Earth. Second hope of mankind. Fifty thousand light years from your old world, and we're slap bang in the middle of New New York. Although, technically it's the fifteenth New York from the original, so it's New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. One of the most dazzling cities ever built." The Doctor informed, making his way towards the front door.
He popped it open and stepped out, followed by his companions.
-Pharmacy Town-
The trio step out onto the street and it's raining.
"Oh, that's nice. Time Lord version of dazzling." Martha says, sarcasticly.
"Nah, bit of rain never hurt anyone. Come on, let's get under cover!" The Doctor walked towards another area.
Lyra stepped closely behind him.
She could practically hear Novice Hame and the Face of Boe talking.
"Well, it looks like the same old Earth to me, on a Wednesday afternoon." Martha pointed out.
"Hold on, hold on. Let's have a look." The Doctor soniced a news panel and an image of a girl showed up.
"And the driving should be clear and easy, with fifteen extra lanes open for the New New Jersey expressway." She finished.
"Oh, that's more like it. That's the view we had last time. This must be the lower levels, down in the base of the tower. Some sort of under-city." The Doctor looked around, departing the panel.
Lyra walked over to the panel and used her own sonic to turn the panel back on to listen in.
"You've brought me to the slums?" Martha asked, a bit offended by the Doctor's choice in adventure.
"Much more interesting. It's all cocktails and glitter up there. This is the real city." The Doctor looked up.
"Actually, Doctor. It seems the city is empty at the moment. Not a car in sight from the picture on this here panel." Lyra informed, turning the panel off.
"Oh. Well. It must be a Sunday. Everyone asleep in bed. I'd like a Sunday to rest someday. But Sundays are boring." The Doctor smiled.
"You'd enjoy anything." Martha chuckled.
"That's me. Ah, the rain's stopping. Better and better."
"When you say last time, was that you and Rose?" Martha asked.
"Er, yeah. Yeah, it was, yeah." The Doctor anwsered, looking a tiny biy glum.
"Wish I was there. I'd like a chance to stomp a whole in Cassandra." Lyra mumbled to herself, walking around the damp area.
"You're taking me to the same planets that you took her?" Martha asked, hands on her hips.
"What's wrong with that?" The Doctor asked.
"Nothing. Just ever heard the word rebound?" Martha asked, sarcasticly.
Several pharmastis suddenly opened their dumpster-like shops.
"Oh! You should have said. How long you been there? Happy. You want Happy." The first one tempted, smiling.
"Customers. Customers! We've got customers!"
"We're in business. Mother, open up the Mellow, and the Read."
"Happy, Happy, lovely happy Happy!"
"Anger! You want Anger!"
"Get some Mellow. Makes you feel all bendy and soft all day long."
"Don't go to them. They'll rip you off. Do you want some happy?"
"Yeah. I'll take some shut-the-fuck-up." Lyra blurted, annoyed by the pesterous vendors.
The pharmastists looked at Lyra in surprise.
"Buy some happy?"
Lyra shot the man a look.
"Are they selling drugs?" Martha asked.
"I think they're selling moods." The Doctor replied.
"Same thing, isn't it?" Lyra remarked.
A girl in ratty clothing came into the area, provoking the vendors.
"Over here, sweetheart! That's it, come on, I'll get you first!"
"Oi! Oi, you! Over here! Over here! Buy some Happy!"
"Come over here, yeah. And what can I get you, my love?"
"I want to buy Forget." The ratty girl replied.
Lyra walked over to the ratty girl.
The girl looked at Lyra.
Lyra just glared at her seriously.
The girl looked at Lyra up and down.
She turned and left the area, mumbling something like "crazy girl."
"So that's the human race five billion years in the future. Off their heads on chemicals." Martha sighed.
A couple of thugs come along and grab hold of Lyra, pointing her gun at the Doctor and Martha.
"Let go of me!" Lyra yelled.
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. We just need three, that's all." The man apologized, backing up.
Lyra glared back at the man into his eyes.
The man looked into Lyra's eyes.
He let go of her.
She ran back over to the Doctor.
The girl that was with them punched the man and he snapped out of it.
With the girls help, the couple grabbed Martha and pulled her away.
"No, let her go! I'm warning you, let her go! Whatever you want, I can help. Both of us, we can help. But first you've got to let her go!" The Doctor warned, chasing them as they backed into a doorway.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Sorry." The girl apologized before joining her friend through a door, closing it behind them.
The Doctor struggles to open the door.
"Martha!" Lyra yelled.
She pushed to Doctor aside and immiditatly soniced the door, causing the lock to ignite.
She pulled the door open and ran through it, the Doctor close behind her.
-Back Street-
The Doctor and Lyra ran out onto a ledge.
"Martha!" They screamed in unison as the hover car took off.
The two aliens run back into Pharmacy Town.
-Pharmacy Town-
Lyra and the Doctor hammer on the closed stall doors.
They open up.
"Thought you'd come back. Do you want some happy Happy?"
"Those people, who were they? Where did they take her?" The Doctor asked, angrilly.
"They've taken her to the motorway."
"Looked like carjackers to me."
"I'd give up now, darling. You won't see her again."
"Used to be thriving, this place. You couldn't move. But they all go to the motorway in the end."
"He kept on saying three, we need three. What did he mean, three?" The Doctor asked.
"It's the car-sharing policy, to save fuel. You get special access if you're carrying three adults."
"This motorway. How do I get there?" The Doctor asked, looking lost.
"Straight down the alley, keep going to the end. You can't miss it. Tell you what. How about some happy Happy? Then you'll be smiling, my love."
"Word of advice, all of you. Cash up." The Doctor said, looking at the vendors.
"Close down." Lyra continued.
"And pack your bags." The aliens said in unison.
The Doctor glanced at Lyra and smiled worridly.
"Why's that, then?" A vendor asked.
"Because as soon as we find our friend, alive and well. And we will. We're coming back. Not to buy your fucking drugs but to close this place down. Tonight!" Lyra hissed turning around and walking away, the Doctor following her.
-Lay by-
The Doctor unlocks a door and walked through it.
The two aliens walk onto a stone porch.
The Doctor begins to cough in the fumes, Lyra, however, is perfectly fine.
"How can you breath this air?" The Doctor asked between coughs.
"My body generates a air filtering field. Here." Lyra explained.
Then she stepped closer to the Doctor.
The fumes cleared away and kept out of their way.
"Nice." The Doctor smiled.
Lyra smiled back.
"Hey! You daft little street struts. What are you doing standing there? Either get out or get in. Come on!" A cat man called from his car, opening the door.
The Doctor and Lyra rushed to the car.
-Brannigan's Car-
"Did you ever see the like?" The cat man, Brannigan remarked.
Valerie, Brannigan's wife, offered the two aliens a gas mask.
The Doctor accepted it but Lyra was perfectly fine.
"Here you go." Valerie smiled at the couple. (not as in relationship couple, mind you. :I)
"Just standing there, breathing it in." Brannigan finished. "There's this story, says back in the old days, on Junction forty seven, this woman stood in the exhaust fumes for a solid twenty minutes. By the time they found her, her head had swollen to fifty feet."
"Oh, you're making it up." Valerie remarked.
"A fifty foot head! Just think of it." Brannigan began.
Lyra touched his arm.
"I'm just gonna stop you there, bud." She nodded.
"Bran, we're moving." Valerie alerted her feline husband from her chair.
"Right. I'm there. I'm on it." Brannigan went back to his chair to operate the car.
"Twenty yards. We're having a good day. And who might you be, sir, ma'am? Very well-dressed for hitchhikers." Brannigan looked at the Doctor and Lyra again.
"I'm Lyra Blu and this is the Doctor." Lyra shook Brannigan's hand, doing a little bow.
" Medical man! My name's Thomas Kincade Brannigan, and this is the bane of my life, the lovely Valerie." Brannigan introduced his family.
"Nice to meet you." Valerie beamed.
"And that's the rest of the family behind you." Brannigan pointed to a basket of kittens in the back.
The Doctor lifted the drape and looked down at the tiny kittens.
"Ah, that's nice. Hello." The Doctor smiled, picking up a kitten to cuddle it.
"Rose must have changed you a lot. You hated cats." Lyra sneered, happily, huggling a kitten before letting it back down.
The kittens meowed and squeaked.
"Yeah. I guess she must have." The Doctor smiled.
"How old are they?" Lyra asked, walking back up front.
"Just two months." Valerie replied, still smiling.
"Poor little souls. They've never known the ground beneath their paws. Children of the motorway." Brannigan informed.
"Poor things." Lyra sighed, scratching a kitten under it's chin.
The kitten purred, affectionatly.
"What, they were born in here?" The Doctor asked.
"We couldn't stop. We heard there were jobs going, out in the laundries on Fire Island. Thought we'd take a chance." Valerie explained.
"What, you've been driving for two months?"
"Time Lord, please. They've been driving a lot longer than that. Judging by the condition of the car, supply, smell. I'd say they've been driving for...hmm...Twelve years?" Lyra looked at Brannigan to see if she was correct.
"Exactly. Little lady knows her stuff."
"Well. 3 years at the University of Gwashool will do that to ya." Lyra remarked, looking around.
"Twelve years?" The Doctor spat, shocked.
Lyra began to nibble on a dry cracker from a pack.
"Hmm. Rice cake." She mumbled to herself.
"Yeah! Started out as newlyweds. Feels like yesterday." Brannigan informed the Doctor.
"Feels like twelve years to me." Valerie spat.
Lyra snorted, giggling.
"Ah, sweetheart, but you're still love me." Brannigan tapped his wife.
"Twelve years? How far did you come? Where did you start?" The Doctor asked, looking at them, astounded.
"Battery Park. It's five miles back." Brannigan informed.
"You travelled five miles in twelve years?" The Doctor asked, shocked.
Lyra tried not to choke on the rice cake but fail.
She began to cough.
A nearby kitten whacked her back, causing Lyra's air pipe to clear up.
She took a deep breath and began to nibble on her cracker, petting the kitten.
"I think he's a bit slow." Brannigan (I keep writing Beannigan. O.o) raised his eyebrows.
"Where are you from?" Valerie asked.
"He's from *cough* Gallifrey." Lyra blurted, trying to be nonchelaunt.
The Doctor looked back at her, turning his head.
"Never mind that. I've got to get out. My friend's in one of these cars. She was taken hostage. I should get back to the TARDIS." The Doctor made his way for the door.
Lyra stopped him.
"Not a good idea, Doc."
"You're too late for that. We've passed the lay-by. You're a passenger now, Sonny Jim." Brannigan shrugged.
"When's the next lay-by?" The Doctor asked, franticly.
"Oh...Six months?"
Lyra choked back another snort.
"I need to talk to the police." The Doctor hissed to himself, making his way to a news panel on the wall.
"No use, Doc." Lyra waved her arm, sitting on the closed trapdoor, her legs extended up on a case, bitting into her large dry biscuit.
"Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold."
"Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold."
"Is there anyone else? I once met the Duke of Manhattan. Is there any way of getting through to him?" The Doctor asked, looking around.
"Oh now, ain't you lordly?" Brannigan asked, a bit sarcastic.
"I've got to find my friend." The Doctor panicked.
"Doctor. Chill, man. Your gonna kill your hearts with all this worry. We'll find her! Don't worry!" Lyra sat the Doctor back down. "Brannigan. Call up the Cassini sisters!"
"Yes ma'am!" Brannigan dialed the number and an image of two old ladies in their own car showed up.
The Doctor sat back, pouting, checking his drawn on watch.
"Still your hearts, my handsome girls. It's Brannigan here!" Brannigan called, smiling.
"Get off the line, Brannigan. You're a pest and a menace." Alice warned.
"Oh, come on, now, sisters. Is that any way to talk to an old friend?" Brannigan asked, sheepishly.
"You know full well that's were not sisters. We're married." Alice informed.
Lyra almost choked on her rice cake again.
"Ooo, stop that modern talk. I'm an old-fashioned cat. Now, I've got a couple of hitchikers here, Miss Lyra Blu and the Doctor." Brannigan let Lyra step towards the com.
"Hello. What a lovely couple you make. Now. Down to buisness. We're looking for a friend. Martha Jones. She's been kidnapped by four six five diamond six." Lyra informed.
May took the time to put her knitting stuff away and pull out her book.
"To marry a car-spotter." Alice remarked.
"About twenty mintues ago. From Pharmacy Town." Lyra informed.
"They were designated for the fast lane." May informed.
"That's it! So how do we find them?" The Doctor asked, shoving Lyra aside.
Lyra shurgged and sat back down, lifted her feet up, and took another rice cake to nibble.
"Ah. Now there I'm afraid I can't help." May informed, grimly.
"Call them on this thing. We've got their number. Diamond six." The Doctor picked up the phone-thingey.
"They're designated for the fast lane, Doc. There a totally different class!" Lyra called up.
"Quiet you." The Doctor looked back at Lyra.
He sounded giggly.
Lyra sneered, taking another bite of her rice cake.
"You could try the police." May suggested.
"They put me on hold." The Doctor sighed.
"You'll have to keep trying. There's no one else." Alice looked a bit sad.
"Thank you." The Doctor turned away, turning the com off.
He came back and sat with Lyra.
"Why are you so clever?" He asked, pointing at Lyra's head.
"I've seen the episode and remembered every detail." She informed.
"Do we find Martha?" The Doctor asked, getting serious.
"Spoilers." Lyra snickered, finishing her rice cake.
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WHEW! Long chapter, I think! Whoa! All night I spent writing this! It's currently 06:54! Sorry about late update. . My internets are dieing on my computer so I have to use my dads. But he's installing a new hard drive and he's refusing to work on it for a while. *LE SIGH*
But yay! My Writer's Block has passed onto someone else.
-DoubleHeartedHuman