Smiths and Jones pt 1
An event that involved her whole family could never take place without each member calling Martha Jones to complain about something. In the case of the calls she just fielded, this time it was about her father’s new girlfriend. Not much older than her or her sister, her father’s girlfriend had been a bit of thorn in the family’s side since she swooped in and caused Martha’s father to leave his already crumbling marriage. And Martha was the passive one, the peacekeeper, doing whatever it took to make everyone happy so everyone turned to her. Never mind that she was a medical student with a heavy work load and a residency that had her working strange hours, or that her family life had hindered her social life more often than she would care to admit, they always turned to her.
But no, no she would shake it off, head inside the Royal Hope Hospital, and do something to wow her Attending. Today would be the day that something good would happen, something amazing, something to bring change.
“See,” A tall, handsome, sharply dressed bloke said as he stepped in front of her from the flower cart across the street from the hospital. He held out the white rose, showing her. “Oh! Wait, better get one for each of you. Might cause trouble.” He said, grabbing another white rose before handing ten quid to the merchant. He then, waved to her. “See you in a moment.” He smiled before striding past her. She couldn’t help watch him go, even if he didn’t turn back as he turned to corner.
Not exactly the exciting thing she would hope for, but it was a start.
But it seemed that that was where the excitement would end. Entering the hospital she was rammed into by some overly aggressive biker type who was likely hopped up on something, prepared for rounds with the usual banter, and had to brace herself against the harsh criticism of Mister Stoker. Aside from an intense electric shock from her locker, nothing new or different took place.
That was, of course, until Mister Stoker pulled back the current for the next bed and Martha’s eyes fell not on the patient but the man sitting beside her.
“Rose Smith,” Mister Stoker began as she stared down the handsome bloke from the flower cart. His eyes passed over her without a flicker of recognition as he smiled at her and her fellow med students. “Admitted last night with severe stomach pains. How are you today, Ms Smith?” He asked.
“Oh,” Rose said, hand resting on her stomach. “Pain wise not too bad but I haven’t been able to eat anything. It all makes me feel a little queasy.” She said, her face contorting as the flower cart bloke smiled at her with amusement and perhaps a touch of fondness.
“Well then, let’s see what they come up with. Miss Jones, if you could?” Mister Stoker stepped aside, and Martha smiled at her.
“Gorgeous flowers he picked out.” She commented, glancing around the area and failing to see any flowers at all.
“Sorry?” Rose asked as Martha pressed her abdomen.
Martha looked to the man in the chair. “I’m sorry, were they meant to be a surprise?”
“Were what meant to be a surprise?” He asked, brow furrowing with confusion.
“The flowers.” Martha hinted, and he just shook his head slightly. “On Chancery street this morning. You picked up flowers.”
“Wasn’t me,” He said, though there was a light in his eyes that hinted maybe it was.
“You sure?” Martha challenged.
“Positive. Never left Rose’s side all night. Well, almost all night. Did have to get up and have a stretch here or there.” He rambled.
“Strange, you look exactly like him.” Martha said, letting it go.
“Miss Jones, I grow ever more infirm.” Mister Stoker sighed, and Martha looked to Rose.
“Yes, sorry. Umm, queasiness, abdominal pain, could you be pregnant?” She asked Rose.
She smiled thinly. “No, I’m unable to have children.” She said with an ease that came from a long time acceptance or practice.
“Oh, sorry. Umm,” Martha said, trying to think of something else.
Mister Stoker sighed behind her. “Perhaps instead of asking sensitive questions you could have first consulted her chart.”
Martha turned as Mister Stoker attempted to retrieve Rose’s chart, hindered by a shock visible to the naked eye.
“That happened when I touched my locker,” She commented. Other shared similar experiences, though it only caused Mister Stoker further annoyance.
“There’s a thunder storm coming in. Lightning is a form of static electricity as proven by?” Mister Stoker asked, looking at his students.
“Benjamin Franklin,” The man said, a grin on his face.
“Correct,” Mister Stoker replied, seemingly pleased someone knew the answer.
“My mate Ben,” He said, a far off look in his eyes. “That was a day and a half.”
“Doc… er, John.” Rose interrupted him, reaching out and grasping his hand, getting him to look at her. “Not now.” She said through her teeth.
John looked at her for a moment, a slight bit dazed before his whole face lit with understanding. “Oh, right yes.” He said, clearing his throat and straightening his tie.
“Tests will be ordered for Ms Smith in a little while, and perhaps we can get a light sedative to Mister Smith as he seems to be a touch stressed. Moving on.” Mister Stoker waved the medical students along, but it took Martha a moment to follow. She watched the couple watching her, a hint of a smile playing on John’s face as he wiggled his fingers in a wave. She smiled back involuntarily, ducking her head before following the others out of the room.
“It’s getting worse,” The Doctor said once the medical student were out of sight. “I’ve been hearing the electric shocks all morning, and if they’re becoming that obvious.”
“So I take it you didn’t find anything when you snooped around last night?” Rose asked, shifting on the bed to turn toward the Doctor. “Or when you went out to change yours suit? And where are these flowers you supposedly got?” She teased with a grin.
“I didn’t get you flowers,” He said with a furrowed brow. “Though that does create an interesting circular paradox. Why would I do that?”
“Because good husbands get their sick wives flowers.” Rose countered, barely containing the laugh.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Was never a very good husband, me. I’ve been married a few times, well, not really.”
His rambles hit her like a punch in the gut, “The snooping?” Rose asked, no need to suppress any laughter now.
“Right, yes. No, I didn’t find anything around the hospital. Not that I could see really. I could do another pass.” He rambled, seeming eager to get away suddenly.
“Suppose you could.” Rose said, turning to lay on her back again.
“Okay,” He said, and she heard him shuffle out of the chair while she trained her eyes on the fluorescent light over head. “I’ll be back,” He said, and she sensed him hesitating at the door. When he left, she sighed.
Brilliant, just brilliant. She was well aware he had a life long before her, had been married, truly married on Gallifrey. So why did she let herself act so hurt by it?
She pressed the heel of hands into her eyes. “I’ve got to stop this,” She groaned to herself. “It is what it is, we are what we are, and whether I like it or not it’s not likely going to change.” She huffed, pulling her hands away from her eyes and looking out the window.
Thunder rumbled, but she could see the sky beyond the hospital was clear, perfect. Throwing the blanket off her body she stumbled out of bed, craning her neck to see as much of the sky above the hospital as she could. Dark clouds started to form and swirl, and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. As she grabbed her jeans and pulled them on, rain started to hit the window in a down pour. Pulling off her hospital gown and pulling on her black sweater, she examined the rain as she pulled her hair back and tied it loosely in a bun.
It was only then she realized it the rain wasn’t coming down, it was going up the window.
“What the…” She started to say just as thunder rumbled and the whole building shook. Lights flickered, and even though she grabbed the hospital bed in an attempt to steady her self it rocked and shifted enough that she couldn’t keep upright.
“Rose,” She heard the Doctor call for her in a panic. Over her shoulder she caught glimpses of him as he came toward her. Pulling her to the ground, he shielded her with his body. Still, it didn’t stop her from putting her hands over her head as something crashed to the ground. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He tried to comfort, but there was a strain in his voice that didn’t settle her in the least.
As quickly as it started, the building stopped shaking.
“Are you okay?” He asked her, shifting so he could look at her properly but not moving off of her.
“Yeah, m’alright.” Rose replied, nodding.
The Doctor shifted himself off her, getting to his feet and helping her up before straightening his tie while she brushed at her clothes. They turned to the window at the same time, and both froze.
“No,” She said, searching for and finding the Doctor’s hand instantly, locking their fingers together. “Can’t be.”
“Oh but we are.” He said, a hint of the on coming storm mixed with the wonder in his voice. “We’re on the moon.”
“All right everyone.” They turned in sync toward the familiar voice coming toward them. “Back to bed. We have an emergency but we’ll get it sorted out.” Martha Jones and one of the other medical students walked past them, and Rose watched as the beautiful young woman walked straight for the window without any hint of fear. “It’s real. It’s really real,” She said, and Rose heard the same wonder in Martha’s voice that had been in the Doctor’s. As Martha reached for the window, her co-worker shot a hand out to stop her.
“No, don’t. We’ll lose all the air.” The other medical student begged, her hand trembling.
“But they’re not exactly air tight,” Martha reasoned, and the Doctor gave Rose’s hand a tug.
He looked down at her with an arched brow, excitement dancing in his eager brown eyes. He liked her, Rose could tell, and the mystery she presented him earlier with a circular paradox probably wasn’t helping. He bounced on his heels, and she rolled her eyes, tilting her head toward Martha and letting go of his hand.
“Good point. Brilliant, actually. What was your name again?” He asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Martha,” She said with a charmed grin. Rose snorted a little.
“And it was Jones, wasn’t it?” The Doctor asked. Martha nodded. “Well then, the question is, Martha Jones, how are we breathing?”
“We can’t be,” the other medical student wailed.
“Obviously we are, so don’t waste my time.” The Doctor snapped.
“Rude.” Rose chided, and he flashed her an apologetic glance before turning to Martha.
“Is there balcony or a veranda on this floor?”
“By the patients’ lounge, yeah.” She said, nodding.
“Fancy going out?” He asked, hands coming behind his back as he rocked on his feet.
“Okay,” She replied too quickly.
“We might die.” He challenged her in a way that sounded an awful lot like flirting.
“We might not,” She said, kind of sounding like she was flirting back.
“Good, come on.” The Doctor said, turning around, walking past Rose. He stopped a couple feet away, turning to look at her as Martha paused beside him. “Rose?”
“Oh, you still want me along, do ya now?” She said, arms crossed over her chest.
He visibly swallowed, looking a touch like a deer in headlights as he said, “Of course,” in a high pitched voice.
Maybe he did it consciously, but as Martha led them to the balcony the Doctor walked as close to Rose as he could. She managed to keep the threatening smile at bay, his uncertainty at what was going on amusing her more than hurting her at the moment.
They arrived to the doors, and he and Martha pushed them open in sync, him pausing for Rose to join them before heading closer to the railing.
“We’ve got air. But how?” Martha asked, amazement in her eyes and smile.
Rose did smile at that, because it was quite amazing. And Martha, she had to admit, was pretty level headed considering everything that happened. Enough to enjoy a moment of sheer unbelievability despite the danger. Grudgingly, Rose had to admit it made her like the girl. A little.
“Just be glad we do,” The Doctor said thoughtfully, looking all around them as well as down on the moon surface.
“I’ve got a party tonight.” Martha said, looking out over the landscape as Rose came up to the other side of her. “My brother’s twenty-first. My mother’s going to be really ….”
“Right now this is probably all over the news,” Rose said as she leaned on the rail. “TV flooded with the story, Radio, everywhere. She knows what’s going on, and when you get back she’ll just be glad you did.” She smiled at Martha.
“If we make it back.” Martha said. “I mean, we could die up here, at any minute.” She shook her head, looking back out at the landscape. “But all the same it’s beautiful.”
“You think?” The Doctor asked.
“How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are.”
“Second time for some,” Rose commented, but Martha didn’t seem to be listening.
“What do you think happened?” She asked without looking at either of them.
“What do you think?” The Doctor asked her, and Rose shifted her gaze to meet his, arching a brow. He smirked.
“Alien. It’s got to be. I mean, before it would sound mad but after the last couple of years.” Martha shook her head, face falling. “A cousin of mine, Adeola, she worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home.”
“I’m sorry,” The Doctor said, glancing at Rose again with the apology in his eyes.
She smiled weakly before turning away, looking out at the landscape.
“So, Mister Smith, what happened? You and your wife seem to have an idea what’s going on. What is it?”
“Well first off, it’s not Mister Smith.” He said, stepping back and looking over the balcony floor.
“And we’re not married.” Rose said, getting Martha’s attention in full. “My name’s Rose Tyler, and that’s the Doctor.”
“Doctor Smith?” Martha asked.
“Nope, just the Doctor.” He said, popping the ‘p’.
“What, people call you ‘the Doctor’?” She asked with disbelief.
“It’s a name, not a title.” Rose clarified, only to have Martha look at her incredulously.
“Oh,” The Doctor said with enthusiasm, bending down and picking something off the ground. He tossed it once, catching it in his hand before throwing it out toward the surface. It his something before landing, creating a brief flash of light. “Some sort of force field keeping the air in.”
“Brilliant,” Rose said sarcastically. “Probably not being fed air either.”
“Likely not,” The Doctor said.
“So this is the only air we’ve got?” Martha asked, looking between them both. “So what happens when it runs out?”
“Exactly what you think happens.” Rose said, her jaw tightening. “All these people, innocent people. But why?” She turned to the Doctor, hoping he’d have some kind of clue or could shed light on the situation with experience from his past. Instead his eyes were trained above them, his mouth in a line, body rigid.
“You could ask them yourself.” He said, and Rose looked up in time to watch a trio of ships land a little ways away from the edge of the forcefield. Lines of beings too big to be human marched toward the hospital in the direction the front doors would be.
“Aliens,” Martha said with awe. “Real, proper aliens.”
Rose turned to the Doctor. “Proper aliens,” She mouthed with a thoughtful smirk.
The Doctor shook his head, trying to not to show his amusement, clearing his throat before turning away. “Come on,” He said, gesturing with his head “We should head inside, see if we can learn what they’re looking for.”
Hidden behind some plants on a terrace above the ground floor, Rose, the Doctor, and Martha watched the Rhino-like aliens as they shone a blue light over each individual they encountered.
“It looks like they’re scanning them for somethin’.” Rose said, stretching to get a better look.
“What makes you say that?” Martha asked. “They could just be doing an exam.”
“No,” Rose shook her head. “Trust me, they’re scanning them. I can hear the hum.”
“Oh look, a little shop.” The Doctor said quite suddenly, glee in his eyes. “I love a little shop.”
“The shop’s not gonna help us.” Rose reminded him.
“Quite right. So, Judoon. Why are the Judoon investigating?” He asked himself aloud.
“What are Judoon?” Martha asked.
“Galactic police. Well, police for hire.” He said, tilting his head from side to side.
“Like mercenaries?” Rose asked.
“More like thugs.” The Doctor said, watching the platoon intensely.
“And they brought us to the moon?” Martha asked, confusion growing.
“Neutral territory,” The Doctor explained. “According to galactic law they have no jurisdiction over Earth. Brought us here using an H20 scoop, that’s what all the rain and lightning was.”
Martha snickered, shaking her head. “Alright, sure. But if they’re police, are we under arrest?”
“No, but good thinking.” The Doctor smiled at her. “No, they’re making a catalogue. They’re looking for someone non-human and that is very bad news for me.”
“Why?” Martha asked, and he arched an eyebrow. “Oh you’re kidding.” She turned to Rose. “He’s kidding, right?”
“Do you really believe that hair is human?” Rose asked, cracking a grin and trying to ease Martha into the idea.
The med student shook her head, making an obvious effort to watch the Judoon below.
“Wait, you’re a student, so this is a learning hospital. Must have some kind of research lab for you to study in, access patient records. Where would that be?” The Doctor asked, a light coming on his eyes.
“Up a couple floors, why?” Martha asked.
“I need a computer to see if I can figure out what the Judoon are looking for. Can you show me?”
“Of course.” Martha said.
“What would you like me to do?” Rose asked as Martha and the Doctor shifted to get to their feet.
“Come with me,” The Doctor said without hesitation.
Rose paused, looking between Martha and the Doctor. “It’s all technical and medical stuff,” She tried to reason. “I’d only be in the way. Tell me what I can do to be useful.”
The Doctor came back, kneeling down and taking her hand. “Being where I know you’re safe, that is useful.” He said low enough for only Rose to hear.
“I’m not some damsel in distress that needs saving and protecting.” She growled back quietly.
“I know you’re not,” He said quietly, tone affectionate but expression stern. “But the Judoon are brutes, and while I’m sure your unique condition won’t come up immediately the fact that there are traces of me all over you may make them scan a little deeper. Until I know what they’re looking for I can’t risk you facing them on your own.”
Rose stared him down, searching his eyes and finding only sincerity in them. Sighing, she allowed him to pull her to her feet, clutching her hand as he pulled her along behind him.
“Lead the way, Martha Jones,” He said, and Martha gave him a nod before leading them to the stairs.
The research lab was empty, allowing the Doctor to dive for the nearest computer without needing to worry about people seeing what he was up to. Martha peeked out the door as the Doctor typed furiously.
“Should we check to see what’s going on our there?” She asked.
“I can do that,” Rose volunteered.
“Rose,” The Doctor said with exasperation.
“I won’t get caught, promise.” She said. “An’ no offense to Martha but I have a lil more experience in dealing with aliens.”
“Stay in the stairwell, then.” He replied, his frustration with everything plain in his voice. His shoulders were stiff before he plopped down hard in the chair, muttering something to himself.
Rose wasn’t even out the door before she heard the whir of the sonic, and the start of Martha’s inevitable questions.
She kept her word to him, surprising even herself as she had no desire to go and confront those obnoxious rhinos. She observed them, taking in how they marked each person with an ‘x’ after flashing the light on their mouths. She sucked in her lips, somewhat understanding the Doctor’s original concern. Perhaps not the spot that’s had the most contact with him, but it happens. Not to mention her terrible habit of biting her thumb and how often the two of them hold hands.
Their gravelly voice alerted her that they were moving, and she darted up the stairs, standing near the door to the level the Doctor and Martha were on. She held her breath, tensing as the heavy foot falls of the Judoon echoed in the small space before fading. Daring a glimpse, she caught them heading to the level two floors below. Letting out her breath slowly, Rose threw open the door and ran for the research lab.
“They’re on the third floor,” She announced to the Doctor’s back, glancing around the room. “Where’s Martha?”
“Off to ask her attending if he knows anything.” The Doctor grumbled.
Rose moved to stand beside him, putting her arm around his shoulders as she noticed the screen before him was clear of information.
“Didn’t find anything?”
“No.” He said, sighing, pulling at his already wild hair. “Judoon wiped the records, and we’re running out of time to figure this out.”
“We will,” Rose reassured. He peered up at her, and she smiled encouragingly.
He sighed, relaxing a bit. “How do we keep getting ourselves into these situations?”
“Well we wouldn’t be us if we didn’t.” Rose teased, smiling with her tongue between her teeth.
“You’re right about that,” He mused.
The door behind them flew open, and Rose and the Doctor turned sharply toward it.
“I found her,” Martha said, a touch of fear in her voice.
“You what?” The Doctor asked, bolting up from the chair and heading toward her with Rose at his side. His eyes widened, and his hand found hers. “Run,” He said, grabbing Martha’s hand as well and pulling them down the hall. He yanked them into the stairwell, checking over his shoulder.
“Doctor,” Rose warned as she saw the door open and the Judoon coming out.
“This way,” He warned before pulling the door to the fourth floor open and running into the hallway. They continued to run until the Doctor pulled them sharply in to a room before slamming the door and locking it with his sonic.
“Martha, when I say ‘now’, push the button.” He instructed over the banging on the door.
“I don’t know which one,” She said as Rose looked around and recognized the room from previous experiences she’d rather not think about.
“Find out!” He yelled, darting to the x-ray machine and sonicing in places.
Rose darted behind the radiation barrier with Martha as the latter started flipping through a book. She stopped, comparing something on the page with something on the panel, a smile coming to her face just as the door fell to the floor and a being clad like a biker strode toward the Doctor.
“Now,” The Doctor commanded, and Martha slammed her hand down on a big yellow button.
Rose gasped as she watched the biker clad creature twitch and contort while the Doctor stood perfectly unperturbed. The creature fell to the ground, and the Doctor looked at them over his shoulder.
“You two can come out now.” He said.
Rose and Martha looked at one another, neither eager to be the first to step out. Cautiously, they left the safety of the barrier together.
“What did you do?” Martha asked, looking as if she wanted to kneel down and check on the creature and was fighting the instinct.
“Increased the radiation to five thousand percent. Killed him.”
“Five thousand percent?” Rose yelled at him. “What were ya thinking?”
“It’s only radiation,” He said as if it wasn’t at all life threatening. “We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. I mean I absorbed it, that’s why you two are alright I just need to expel it.” He said as he began to hope around on his right foot, shaking his left. “Just hand to concentrate.” He mumbled before suddenly making a bunch of noises as if he was handling a hot plate. His hopping and shaking got worse until finally he carefully removed his left shoe, sock and all, and dropped it into the hazardous waste bin. “There.” He said with a grin.
“You’re completely mad,” Martha said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You’re right, I look daft with one shoe.” He said, taking off his other shoe and sock before tossing it into the bin. His grin became manic. “Barefoot on the moon.”
“Everything that comes through this hospital, and you’re walking around barefoot.” Rose crossed her arms, gesturing down at his feet.
“Perfectly fine. Nothing here that would affect me anyway.” He replied, rolling on his heels and wiggling his toes.
“So what was the that thing?” Martha asked, pointing to the leather clad body.
“A slab. Basic slave drone. Solid leather all the way through.” He said, getting down on one knee and tapping the chest of the dead slab.
“It came with the woman I saw, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her.” Martha said, sounding exactly like those students who were so eager to please the teacher.
The Doctor didn’t seem to be listening as he stood, turning to the machine and pulling out a charred looking instrument.
Rose studied it, eyes bulging. “Is-is that?”
“My sonic screwdriver.” The Doctor said with a whine.
“Doctor,” Martha partially yelled, and he turned toward her with a grin, tossing the destroyed sonic over his shoulder.
“You called me Doctor.” He said.
Martha grinned bashfully for just a second before she shook her head. “Anyway, Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mister Stoker’s blood. With a straw.” She said.
“Funny time to take a snack,” The Doctor said and Rose shuddered all while suppressing a gag. “You’d think she’d be hiding. Unless, no. Yes, that’s it. Yes, a shape-changer. An internal shape-changer. She wasn’t drinking the blood, she was assimilating it.” He started pacing. “If she can assimilate Mister Stoker’s blood, mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We’ve got to find her and show the Judoon.” He said, bolting toward the door.
“How?” Rose called after him, slowly catching up to his sprint.
“No idea,” He said as if he had a slight idea, or at least one forming.
She stopped, understanding in an instant exactly how he was planning on showing them. Her heart hammered in her chest from the running, but also from panic. The man was thick sometimes, really and truly thick. Her hand went to her hair, pushing the loose strands away, willing herself to think of something.
“Rose, what are you doing?” The Doctor called to her down the hall, having finally realized she wasn’t with him any longer.
“Go on,” She called back to him. “Go find her, get your plan sorted. I’ll find you.”
“Where are you going?” He called back.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and ran in the opposite direction with a plan of her own forming.