"Angel."
Not a second after the Doctor greeted her, screams suddenly started up in the ward around the pair. Terry glanced around before she looked back at the Doctor.
"So, we're on the moon?"
"Yep."
The Doctor popped the 'p' as he started to strip off his hospital garb. Terry was tempted to just continue to watch him undress as she glimpsed a hint of his bare back. But cognizant of the fact that he would likely be startled by her blatant eyeing, she politely turned around and faced the hospital curtains. At times like this, she definitely missed Eleven - especially Clara's Eleven.
"I suppose that means you know this one?" The Doctor asked as he quickly started to dress. Shaking off thoughts of her husband from his future, Terry nodded before she realized he probably couldn't see her either.
"Yes."
She glanced over her shoulder to see the Doctor had already pulled on his trousers and had shrugged on his shirt. Deeming it safe enough (and unwilling to miss the opportunity to ogle just a little bit), Terry turned back around as the Doctor started to button up his shirt.
Terry tied his tie for him around her own neck while the Doctor continued aloud, "All I was going to do was poke around a little bit and find the source of the plasma coils. Instead, here we are, on the moon, no clue why or who brought us here, no Tardis-"
"So, just another regular old day?" Terry teased.
"You know very well, we never have a regular old day, angel." The Doctor winked and Terry handed him his tie.
"Only because you're a magnet for trouble - that is, when you're not the one causing the trouble to start with."
The Doctor smirked, before he perked up as a familiar voice called loudly over the general sounds of hysteria outside their little curtained section.
"All right now, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry."
Terry couldn't stop the wide smile that broke across her face as she recognized Martha's voice. She knew the Doctor had caught her but she didn't care; she knew he already liked Martha anyway. And she knew he was about to like her even more.
"It's real." Terry heard Martha murmur from somewhere further away. "It's really real. Hold on."
There was a short scuffle and another voice (Swales, if Terry remembered right) cried out, "Don't! We'll lose all the air."
"But they're not exactly air tight." Martha protested logically.
The Doctor shot Terry a look, his eyebrows raised, before he stuffed his feet into his shoes as Martha continued from across the ward.
"If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?"
With one last curious glance at Terry, the Doctor opened the curtain hiding the two Time Lords with a flourish. Terry shook her head fondly at the theatrics of her husband- wait no, boyfriend- wait, no, he was still just the Doctor and her companion; while the Doctor called loudly toward Martha.
"Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"
Martha whipped around to face the Doctor, startled by the Time Lord's abrupt appearance but not so startled she was rendered speechless.
"Martha."
"And it was… Jones, wasn't it?" The Doctor questioned, recalling Martha's superior calling her earlier that day.
"Yeah." Martha then glanced curiously at Terry. "Sorry, and who are you?"
"Terry Storm." Terry answered, reaching over to shake the other woman's hand. "I'm his wife."
The Doctor absolutely started while Martha raised a brow.
"You're not wearing rings, he looks surprised, and I'm fairly certain his name on file was Smith." She rattled off, looking between the two Time Lords challengingly.
Terry's grin widened.
"Top marks. I'm not actually his wife, just visiting him while he was in the hospital."
Terry winked and Martha gave a small but answering smile, looking faintly amused by Terry's blithe attitude. The Doctor still looked a little stunned after her joke, so Terry took charge as she asked Martha brusquely, "Well then, Martha Jones, as you rightly pointed out, the air hasn't been vacuumed out into space. So, the next logical question would be?"
"How are we still breathing?" Martha said slowly and Terry beamed.
"We can't be." Martha's coworker, Swales, protested.
The Doctor, having finally recovered from his earlier surprise, quickly turned impatient at Swales's obvious but hysterical comment.
"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time- ouch!"
He grasped his arm, turning to face Terry indignantly after she'd pinched him while Swales looked half-stunned and half-hurt at the Doctor's sudden and sharp words.
"What was that for?" The Doctor complained. Terry shook her head at him.
"Sweetie, I know you're old and you've probably been wandering alone for a while but let's try not to forget our manners."
The Doctor sulked at the reprimand while Martha frowned.
"Old? He can't be more than thirty-five at the most." Martha began but the Doctor cut her off quickly.
"Righty-ho, moving on - Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or-"
"By the patients' lounge, yeah." Martha gestured toward the doors to the ward. Terry grinned, although it was really more of a smirk and she eyed the companion to be.
"What say you to a date?"
"You're asking me out?" Martha asked, her brow rising to her hairline. She gestured at the Doctor. "What about him?"
"Who said he's not coming too?" Terry shrugged.
Martha thought about it and then nodded. "Okay."
"We might die." The Doctor piped up as though cautioning her.
"We might not." Martha shot back without missing a beat.
The Doctor examined Martha for one more second before he murmured, "Good."
Spinning on his heels, the Doctor called to his companions, "Come on. Not her," he pointed at Swales, "she'd hold us up. And I mean that in a polite way."
"You really didn't." Terry observed.
But the Doctor was already out the door and Terry strode out behind him quickly, leaving a bewildered Swales behind. It didn't take long for Terry to reach the Doctor, especially given he was moving slower so she could catch up. They could hear Martha scrambling to follow them and the Doctor saw Terry smile to herself.
"You like her." The Doctor said in Terry's mind in an almost accusatory tone. Terry rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Yes, and you do too, don't pretend you don't. You know she heard both your hearts when she checked up on you this morning and she didn't say anything. Just because you know you'll see her again in the future - or well, your future - you're trying to give her a hard time, when it's not her fault she's interesting."
The Doctor grinned. "Maybe. By the way, why will I take off my tie in front of her?"
For a moment, Terry had no idea what he meant. And then, she remembered what he had done (or, well, what this him would do in just a couple hours) in front of a younger Martha just to show off. And prove he could actually travel in time; but Terry knew it would really be because he couldn't resist showing off. Not that she minded or could tell him that yet.
"It's always about making a point with you."
Well, she didn't exactly tell him… Seeing his confusion, Terry added, "Don't worry, you'll understand later."
It was at this point that they reached the glass doors leading out onto the balcony from the patient's lounge. Martha caught up to the pair as well, and Terry gestured for the companion to join the Doctor in pushing open the doors. Martha hesitantly stepped up, glancing at the Time Lords with veiled anxiety. Terry gave the other female an encouraging look and she was pleased when Martha squared her shoulders with renewed courage. The Doctor, who had waited for Martha, looked faintly approving before he pushed open the door alongside the companion.
Martha exhaled in awe. It was one thing to be almost certain she could breathe properly after opening the doors to the moon. It was a whole other experience to actually be standing on the balcony overlooking the moon's rocky surface while high up in the sky the Earth glowed.
We've got air." Martha murmured, sounding half disbelieving. "How does that work?"
"Just be glad it does." The Doctor answered as he leaned against the balcony edge. Terry joined him and she rested her head against his shoulder, just enjoying the moment while she could.
Martha joined them, her eyes fixed on the Earth high above them, and she murmured still in the same disbelieving tone, "I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty first. My mother's going to be really, really…"
She trailed off, her voice breaking a little at the end. Terry looked over and she squeezed Martha's shoulder comfortingly.
"It'll be okay, Martha Jones. You'll see. Everything happens for a reason." The Time Lady murmured.
Martha looked faintly confused but she nodded, somewhat comforted, while the Doctor shot Terry a shrewd look. But he said nothing on the subject, instead he suggested to Martha, "Want to go back in?"
Martha snorted indelicately. "No way. I mean," she gestured around. "We could die any minute, but all the same," her eyes returned to the bright Earth in the sky. "It's beautiful."
The Doctor's gaze softened at once. "All right, you win, as always."
Terry grinned at the Doctor's thought while Martha went on oblivious to the silent conversation the Time Lords had been having.
"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are."
"Standing in the Earthlight." The Doctor returned his attention to Martha as he also looked up at the Earth.
Terry joined them, sighing contently. It didn't matter how many worlds she went to, how many impossibly astounding sights she saw. It didn't even matter that she technically wasn't from Earth unlike what she had thought for twenty years. Nothing ever compared to the beauty of the Earth, the planet of the stubbornest, most selfish, amazing people in the entire universe.
Martha finally spoke up again. "What do you think happened?"
Terry lifted her head from the Doctor's shoulder while the Doctor countered, "What do you think?"
"Extraterrestrial." Martha answered confidently.
The Doctor looked surprised she'd made the connection so quickly, but Martha went on, "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."
She looked at the two Time Lords.
"I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."
Martha turned her head away again while Terry placed a hand on the Doctor's comfortingly as he stared at Martha sympathetically. The Doctor squeezed her hand in return but directed his words to the companion beside them.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah." Martha sighed.
"We were there at the battle, too." Terry told Martha softly. Martha turned to look her right in the eye.
"I promise you, Miss Storm, Mr. Smith," the Doctor grimaced guiltily while Terry gave him a pointed look and Martha continued obliviously. "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."
As the Doctor continued to shuffle awkwardly, Terry decided to just take over.
"His name's not Smith. Not really." She informed Martha, who frowned as she glanced back at the Doctor.
"Who are you, then?" Martha questioned.
"I'm the Doctor." The Doctor explained as he started to search over the entire balcony edge. Martha scoffed.
"Me too, if I can pass my exams." She eyed the Doctor. "What is it then, Doctor Smith?"
"Just the Doctor." The Doctor corrected as he moved to the other side of the balcony to peer around there as well.
"How do you mean, 'just the Doctor'?" Martha demanded.
"He means, he is just 'the Doctor'." Terry explained before realizing that wasn't really that helpful. It looked like there was a reason the Doctor always repeated the same response to his companions' question besides just to be infuriating. There really was nothing else to be said.
Martha's look told her enough. "What, people call you the Doctor?"
Terry and the Doctor nodded. Martha sniffed.
"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."
The Doctor's brows rose but Terry could see he liked Martha's spunk. "Well, I'd better make a start, then. Let's have a look."
The Doctor bent down to pick up a stray pebble from the ground and he tossed it into the air, saying, "There must be some sort of-"
The pebble bounced off thin air and for a moment, a blue-ish ripple appeared in the air.
"-Forcefield keeping the air in." The Doctor finished as he returned to Terry's side.
Martha frowned and she looked between the Time Lords again.
"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?"
The same thing had already occurred to the Doctor.
"How many people in this hospital?" He asked and Martha shrugged helplessly.
"I don't know. A thousand?"
"One thousand people suffocating." The Doctor muttered thoughtfully and Martha gaped at him.
"Why would anyone do that?"
"You're about to get your answer." Terry piped up from where she was staring at the sky. Except, this time, she wasn't looking at the Earth.
The Doctor and Martha both looked up just as there was a whooshing noise. As three, massive cylindrical spaceships passed overhead, the Doctor commented to Martha, "Ask them yourself."
The spaceships flew over before landing a little away from the hospital. They watched as clamps were released to keep the ships upright, before ramps lowered and figures dressed in grey armor came marching out.
"Aliens." Martha gasped, stunned by what she was seeing. "That's aliens. Real, proper aliens."
"Judoon." The Doctor murmured darkly.
Terry peered over the railings down into the hospital reception area. From beside her, the Doctor and Martha did the same, the trio remaining hidden from view while below people were screaming and running as they attempted to flee or hide before the Judoon could enter. The cries had barely subsided to barely muffled sobs when the Judoon finally stormed through the front doors.
Terry narrowed her eyes as she watched the commander of the Judoon remove his helmet to reveal the familiar rhino-like head. The commander barked an order and the remaining Judoon drew their weapons just as one of Martha's fellow residents stepped forward.
"Er, we are citizens of planet Earth. We welcome you in peace." The young man said, holding out his hands. Clearly, he thought it was the universal sign for peace; if only he knew.
Terry watched grimly while some people yelped in horror as the Judoon commander grabbed the young man and pushed him harshly against the wall.
"Please don't hurt me. I was just trying to help. I'm sorry, don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me." The man cried out as the Judoon pointed a red tube at the man and a blue light scanned him.
The light disappeared and the Judoon played the young man's voice back at him before the alien plugged the tube into its armour.
"Language assimilated." The Judoon declared, now speaking English. "Designation Earth English. You will be catalogued."
The Judoon raised another, larger tube and shone a blue light on the terrified young man's forehead.
"Category human." The Judoon declared, before removing the light and taking the man's hand to mark a black X across the back of his hand.
Turning back to its troops, the commander ordered, "Catalogue all suspects."
At once, all the Judoon began to move through the crowds of people as they started cataloguing and marking off all the humans they'd processed.
"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop." The Doctor piped up suddenly, pointing brightly at the shop on the ground floor. "I like a little shop."
"You and your little shop."
Terry shook her head at him while Martha whispered, "Never mind that. What are Judoon?"
"They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs." The Doctor mused and Terry nudged him.
"Let's focus." She suggested while Martha wondered in confusion, "And they brought us to the moon?"
"Neutral territory." Terry explained and the Doctor continued.
"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."
Terry watched the Judoon slowly make their way deeper into the hospital while Martha laughed incredulously.
"What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from?"
Seeing the serious expression on the two Time Lords' faces, the laughter left her and Martha asked slowly, "If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"
"No, but I like that." The Doctor said, surprised but pleased. "Good thinking."
"Doctor, focus." Terry reminded him as she pointed to the Judoon. "They're making a catalogue."
"So?" Martha asked.
"So, they're cataloguing humans. Conclusion? They're looking for something non-human, which is not very good news for me and the Doctor."
"Why?" Martha asked, puzzled.
Terry and the Doctor just looked back at the human woman. She stared at them.
"Oh, you're kidding me."
The Doctor simply raised one eyebrow and Martha shook her head.
"Don't be ridiculous."
She tried to laugh it off but her face fell when she saw the Time Lords just staring at her patiently.
"Stop looking at me like that." Martha said, starting to feel spooked.
Terry shook her head while the Doctor simply jerked his head to the side.
"Come on, then."
The Doctor took Terry's hand in his own as he started off.
"Come on, Martha." Terry called quietly, tugging Martha's hand in her own.
Martha stumbled as the Time Lady dragged her along before she regained her balance and followed the pair as they ran down the corridor.