This is my first fiction in the Doctor Who fandom, so please be nice (can't you be nice?).

Thanks to my amazing beta aWeSoMeLuNaTiC

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Thank you for reading.

Martha Jones was shaking her head slightly at the sound of the music, walking down Chancery Street. The song was soon cut over by the phone ringing. The tanned brunette picked it up, sighing. Even though she deeply loved her family, they were quite impossible to handle at times. Here was her sister, Tish, calling.

"You're up early! What's happening?"

"It's a nightmare, because Dad won't listen, and I'm telling you, Mum is going mental. Swear to God, Martha, this is epic. You've got to get in there and stop him."

"How do I do that?"

"Tell Dad he can't bring her!"

The phone rang again, indicating somebody else was trying to contact her, maybe some other member of her mad family. In fact, it was her brother, Leo.

"Hold on, that's Leo. I'll call you back."

She switched the call and picked up her brother's.

"Martha, if Mum and Dad start to kick off, tell them I don't even want a party. I didn't even ask for one. They can always give me money instead."

"Yeah, but why do I have to tell them? Why can't you?"

There was another ringtone.

"Hold on, that's Mum. I'll call you back."

She then answered her mum. This was driving them all crazy.

"I don't mind your father making a fool of himself in private, but this is Leo's 21st, everyone is going to be there, and the entire family is going to look ridiculous."

"Mum, it's a party. I can't stop Dad from bringing his girlfriend."

And again, she was cut off, her father this time calling her. "Hold on, that's Dad, I'll call you back."

"Oh!"

She heard the voice of the man and sighed heavily.

"Martha? Now, tell your mother, Leo is my son, and I'm paying for half the party. I'm entitled to bring who I like."

"I know, but think what it's going to look like for Mum, if you're standing there with Annalise."

"What's wrong with Annalise?"

"Is that Martha?" said a high-pitched feminine voice in the background. "Say hi! Hi, Martha, hi!"

That was Annalise.

"Hi, Annalise."

"Big kiss, lots of love, see you at the party, babe. Now take me shopping, big boy..."

Martha closed her phone and sighed. She almost shoved a tall man, with messy chestnut hair and deep, chocolate coloured eyes. He stood in front of her, and with a cheeky -cute"smile, took off his tie, looking right at her.

"Like so! See?"

Before she could say a single word, he ran off, his long brown coat floating behind him in the crowd. Puzzled, but a bit amused, she shook her head -people were going quite mad these days"and continued her walk towards the entrance of the Royal Hope Hospital. She jumped a bit, hearing thunder but there was nothing to declare. A man, dressed all in leather and wearing a black helmet, violently shoved her just when she was about to pass the doors of the hospital.

"Hey! Watch it, mate!" Said the young woman.

The man turned to look at her, and even if she couldn't see his eyes through the helmet, she felt a little shiver run down her spine. That was creepy. She finally followed him inside the hospital.

Martha opened her locker, jolting when she got an electrical shock. She quickly took off her coat, not bothering to explain this simple electrical reaction.

The group of medical students, following the lead of Mr. Stoker, approached the bed of a patient. Her name was Florence Finnegan.

"I was all right till this morning," said the quite old lady, "And then, I don't know, I woke up and I felt all dizzy again. It was worse than when I came in."

"Pulse is slightly thready. Well, let's see what Britain's finest might suggest. Any ideas, Morgenstern?"

A student jumped at the call of his name and quickly came with a proposition, "Dizziness can be a sign of early onset diabetes."

"Hardly early onset, if you'll forgive me, Miss Finnegan," mucked the man. "Any more ideas? Swales?"

"Um... could recommend a CT scan." answered a woman, just beside Martha.

"And spend all our money?" His eyes turned to Martha. "Jones?"

"We could take bloods and check for Meniere's disease."

"Or we could simply ask the patient. What did you have for dinner last night?"

"I had salad."

"And the night before?"

"Salad, again."

"And salad every night for the past week, contrary to my instructions. Salt deficiency, that's what. Simple, honest salt."

The group once again started to move through the corridors. "Hippocrates himself expounded on the virtues of salt. Recommended the inhalation of steam from sea water" Mr. Stoker pressed on. "Though no doubt if he'd been afflicted with my students, results might have been rather more colourful".

Two men, much like the one who had shoved past her at the entrance, exited the lift just as the students were moving into another ward. They stopped in front of the bed of a woman.

The comatose. She had been in here since Martha's arrival in the hospital. Every week, the group would check her chart to find new ideas of what to do. And she was always sleeping. Rumors in the ward said that she had woken up a few times, to expulse people from her bedside. She had light in her eyes. But nobody believed these stories. The woman was in a profound coma and that was it.

Swales took charge of it, as always. Martha sighed, eyeing the long dark hair, the pale skin. The only signs of life were the slight rising of the woman's chest and the sharp beeping of the electrocardiograph. As usual, there was no news. Martha touched the woman's hand softly, feeling the icy flesh. But suddenly, the hand tightened around Martha's. The student gasped and stepped back, earning a puzzled look from the others. They all exited the room after a few more seconds of contemplation.

"Now then, Mr. Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?"

"Aw, not so bad, still a bit, you know. Blah."

Martha looked at the man with wide eyes. That was the cute one from this morning. He was now lying in his bed, calmly, in pyjamas.

"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."

The girl stepped near the man and, pulling out her stethoscope, gently started to examine him.

"That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?"

"Sorry?"

"On Chancery Street this morning. You came up to me and took your tie off."

"Really? What did I do that for?"

"I don't know, you just did."

"Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses."

"Well, that's weird because he looked exactly like you. Have you got a brother?"

"No, not anymore. Just me."

"As time passes I grow even more infirm and weary, Miss Jones," Mr. Stroker interjected.

"Sorry. Right."

She put her stethoscope to the man's chest. A beating heart. She smiled before freezing. There was another sound, another beat. She moved her tool to the other side of his chest, guided by the noise. Another beat. Another heart. She looked at him, puzzled. What the Hell was that? He winked at her.

"I weep for further generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?"

"Um. I don't know... Stomach cramps?"

"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart."

He picked up the chart, receiving an electric shock, like the one she had felt in the morning.

"That happened to me this morning..."

"I had the same thing on the door handle," added Morgenstern.

"And me, on the lift," said Swales.

"That's only to be expected," explained Mr. Stoker. "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by -anyone?"

He turned to his students. But the one who answered was Mr. Smith. "Benjamin Franklin."

"Correct!" Said Stoker, who looked impressed.

"My mate Ben, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked..."

"Quite..."

Everyone was beginning to think this man was quite delusional.

"… And then I got electrocuted."

"Moving on. I think perhaps a visit from a psychiatrist..." he added to one of his students. "And next, we have..."

The group exited the room. The man sighed and chuckled.

The woman shivered. The nurses didn't noticed the sudden clench of her fists nor the jolt of her body. They continued to talk

Martha was back on the phone with her sister. She had just had her lunch break and yet every last minute was spent dealing with this infernal party.

"No, listen. I've worked out a plan. We tell Annalise that the buffet is one hundred percent carbohydrate, and she won't turn up."

"I wish you'd take this seriously. That's our inheritance she's spending. On fake tan. Tell you what, I'm not that far away, I'll drop by for a sandwich and we can draw a plan."

"In this weather?" Asked the student, looking at the torrential rain by the window. "I'm not going out, it's pouring down."

"It's not raining here..." There was a pause. "That's weird. It's sitting right on the top of you, I can see it, but it's dry where I am."

"Well, you just got lucky."

"No, but it's like in cartoons, you know, when a man's got a cloud over his head."

"But listen, I tell you what we'll do-" She stopped when she caught the man with the stomach cramps, in his dressing gown, sneaking in the corridor by the door of the restroom. He took a glance inside it, not noticing her pointed look and continued on his way. "We tell Dad and Annalise to get there early, for about 7:30, for Leo to do his birthday stuff. We tell Mum to come about 8:30 or nine, and that gives me time to have a word with Annalise, and –"

She was cut off by Swales this time, who squeezed her arm, looking out the window, a puzzled look on her face.

"What?"

"The rain."

"It's only rain."

"Martha!" Said Tish by the phone. "Have you seen the rain?"

"Why's everyone fussing about rain?"

"It's going up." Answered Swales.

"The rain is going up," came her sister.

Martha looked and was astonished. The rain was going up! Suddenly, the building shook. The young woman fell down, quickly followed by her colleague and approximately all the things that were stood on the counters and in the cupboards.

She opened her eyes with a snap. Eyes of light. The gold glow was almost blinding.

"Who left the lights on?" Sighed a nurse before gasping. She quickly realized that it was coming from HER. The previously comatose woman. She was awake.

"What in Hell was that?" Martha asked when the shaking finally stopped.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so, yeah. It felt like an earthquake, or –"

"Martha? It's night. It was lunchtime."

"It's not night."

"It's got to be. It's dark."

"We're on the moon."

"We can't be."

"We're on the moon. We're on the bloody moon!"

And they were. The whole hospital had been transported onto the satellite. The patients, the nurses and doctors, everyone started to panic when they realized where they were. Martha ran out of the restroom to the sight of people running and screaming. Through the window, she took a glimpse of Earth, above the horizon. It was beautiful. She stopped her observation to carry on walking through the corridors.

"Have you seen –?"

"I'm sorry, I can't."

She passed Florence Finnegan. Back in the ward where she had seen John Smith, she started to comfort the patients.

"All right, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out." She heard the curtains of a bed sliding but didn't focus on that, stepping to the window, followed by Swales who was slightly shaking.

"It's real. It's really real. Hold on." Martha reached for the window-latch to open it.

"Don't! We'll lose all the air!" Sobbed Swales.

"But they're not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?"

"Very good point!" Exclaimed the Smith man, now fully dressed in a blue suit, making the young woman jump. "Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"

"Martha."

"And it was Jones, wasn't it?"

She nodded. How could he be standing here if he had stomach cramps? How could he have been wandering around during the lunch break? How could he have been in Chancery Street this morning? How could he have two hearts? Who was this man?

"Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be!" Cried Swales.

"Obviously we are so don't waste my time," snapped the man. "Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or...?"

"By the patients' lounge, yeah."

"Fancy going out?" The cheeky grin had come back.

"Okay."

"We might die."

"We might not."

His smile widened even more.

"Good! C'mon. Not her, she'd hold us up."

The left, leaving the sobbing Swales behind them. They quickly walked the floor, past the patients' lounge and pushing the doors open, onto the balcony, revealing the land of lit up by the earthlight.

"We've got air! How does that work?"

"Just be glad it does," said Smith.

I've got a party tonight, thought Martha. It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really... really...

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Sure?" Added the man, concern in his voice.

"Yeah."

"Want to go back in?"

"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same – it's beautiful."

"You think?"

"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are!"

"Standing in the earthlight."

"What do you think happened?"

"What do YOU think?"

"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."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

"I was there. In the battle."

He seemed suddenly sad, so sad. Like he had lost someone on this day, too. Someone important.

"I promise you, Mr. 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."

"It's not Smith, that's not my real name."

"Who are you, then?"

"I'm the Doctor."

The Doctor? Never heard about him.

"Me too, if I can pass my exams," she sardonically. "What is it, then, Doctor Smith?"

"Just the Doctor."

He seemed so serious.

"How do you mean, just the Doctor?"

"Just... the Doctor."

"What, people call you 'the Doctor'?"

He had this grin again, the one that succeeded to be mad, genuine and cute at the same time.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title." She was battling hard to become a practician and this man was coming, claiming to be 'The Doctor', with all the majuscules in his voice.

"Well, I'd better make a start, then," he joked. "Let's have a look."

He picked something from the floor and threw it away. The pebble violently stopped in mid-air, with a loud 'bump' and revealing a blue dome.

"There must be some sort of force field keeping the air in."

"If it's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?"

"How many people in this hospital?"

"I don't know, a thousand," answered Martha, a bit puzzled by the question.

"One thousand people. Suffocating."

"Why would anyone do that?"

"Head's up! Ask them yourself."

Martha followed the man's advice and gasped when she saw the three huge spaceships. Aliens. Even if she was already almost sure it was that, seeing it in real was quite a shock.

"Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens."

"Judoon, said the man."

The man and Martha were watching the rhino-guys marking the humans, from the mezzanine level, hidden behind a few potted plants.

"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop," he beamed, earning another look from Martha. "I like a little shop."

"Never mind that! What are Judoon?"

"Galactical police. Well, police for hire. More like interplanetary thugs."

"And they brought us to the moon."

"Neutral territory," said Smith, not bothered to explain. "According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated us. That rain? Lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."

"What's that 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?"

"No. But I like that. Good thinking," he smiled. "No, it's much simpler. They're making a catalogue, it means they're after something non-human, which is very bad news for me."

"Why?"

He gave her a pointed look. No... No way...

"Oh you're kidding me."

He rose an eyebrow. It was impossible! He looked perfectly human! Despite the two hearts.

"Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that."

"Come on, then."

They ran out.

"There is something..." she whispered. "Somebody... "

Martha came into a room, seeing the man flashing a weird-looking device to a computer.

"They've reached third floor, she warned. What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver."

"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly!"

"No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look."

He showed her the tool. She frowned.

"What else have you got? A laser spanner?" She added, sarcastic.

"I did but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman. Oh, this computer!" He said, hitting the object. "The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon. Cause I was just travelling past, I swear, I was just wandering, I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn't, but I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that's plasma coils, been building up for two days now, so I checked in, I thought something was going on inside, it turned out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above."

It took a few seconds at Martha to understand his whole speech. God, he could talk fast!

"But what were they looking for?"

"Something that looks human, but isn't."

"Like you. Apparently."

"Like me. But not me."

"Haven't they got a photo?"

"Might be a shape-changer."

"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?"

"If they declare the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution."

"All of us?"

"Oh yes. If I can find this thing first... Oh! Just that they're thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that's clever."

"What are we looking for?"

"I don't know. Any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a back-up."

"Just keep working. I'll go ask Mr. Stoker, he might know."

She left the doctor man alone with his thoughts.

"I have to find it," she said, moving to get out her bed.

"Miss, you have to rest. You've just woken up from a severe coma. You can't go wandering around. It's a miracle, you're just able to talk like this."

The woman turned her head to the nurse who had just spoken. She stood up. Her eyes were blinding, scaring the hell of the medical personal.

"I have to find it."

She held up her hand, touching the arm of the nurse who screamed. It was hot. It burned. The woman stepped out the room, leaving only ashes behind her.

Martha knocked at Mr. Stoker's office before entering without waiting for an answer.

"Mr. Stoker!"

She gasped, spotting the man's feet sticking out from behind the desk. She quickly noticed the leathered and helmeted blokes from the morning. And Florence Finnegan arose from where Mr. Stoker was lying, a blood-tinted straw in hand. The student ran, as fast as she could, hearing the death sentence exiting the elderly's mouth.

She practically threw the Doctor to the floor by bumping into him. He seemed quite satisfied with himself.

"I've restored the back-up," he said proudly.

"I found her," she responded, out of breath.

"You what?"

The two blokes turned at the corner and the man took his hand before pulling her after him.

"Run!"

They ran for their lives, dodging Judoon and skidded into the radiology room. Martha was, strangely, elated. She could feel adrenaline running through her, making her want to laugh at the thrill. The man closed the door and locked it.

"When I say 'now', press the button."

"I don't know which one!"

"Find out!"

He started to do something on the X-Ray machinery with his sonic screwdriver. Martha searched found the Operator's Manual, scanning through it. Suddenly, their stalker broke down the door.

"Now!"

The radiations zapped them both, the man falling inert as the Doctor stood, all right.

"What did you do?"

"Increased the radiation by five thousand per cent. Killed him dead."

"Isn't that likely to kill you?" She asked, concern easily discernable in her voice.

"Nah, its only radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you to come out, I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it."

He started to bounce and hop. The woman couldn't help but compare him to a big, brown, mad rabbit.

"If I 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..."

He shook his left foot, carrying on his babbling.

"Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out, ah, ah, ah. It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Ah – hold on."

He threw his shoe into the dustbin, before grinning at her.

"Done."

"You're completely mad."

He seemed to take that as a compliment.

"Right. I look daft with one shoe."

He removed and discarded the other one.

"Barefoot on the moon!" He said, wriggling his toes.

Martha went to the man on the floor.

"So what is that thing? And where's it from? The planet Zovirax?"

Her sarcasm was clear to everyone who could have been listening, anyone but the Doctor.

"It's just a Slab. They're called 'Slabs'. Basic slave drones, see? Solid leather, all the way through. Someone's got one hell of a fetish."

"It came with that woman, Mrs. Finnegan. It was working for her. Just like a servant."

But the man didn't seemed bothered by anything but the remaining of his sonic screwdriver.

"My sonic screwdriver!"

"She was one the patients, but-"

"My sonic screwdriver!"

"She had a straw like some kind of vampire."

"I loved my sonic screwdriver."

There was a sadness in his voice.

"Doctor!"

"Sorry."

He tossed the device away and smiled brightly.

"You called me 'Doctor'."

"Anyway!" She said, exasperatedly. "Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood."

"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. If she can assimilate Mr. Stoker's blood, mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!"

He ran away, her following quickly.

The woman stood in front of a Judoon who flashed the blue light to her face. She frowned.

"Human."

"Light. It hurts. I have to find it."

She touched the alien and it screamed, burned. She stepped on, over the ashes.

Martha and The Doctor were hiding behind a water cooler, dodging a Slab.

"That's the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs."

"What about you?"

He looked at her with huge, surprised eyes.

"What about me what?"

"Haven't you got back-up? You must have a partner or something?"

Deep sadness and pain showed in his gaze. He tossed it away by commenting negatively on her people.

"Uh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions. Come on."

"I like that. Humans. I'm still not convinced you're an alien."

They stepped in front of a Judoon, who shined the light at the Doctor.

"Non-human"

"Oh my God, you really are!"

"And again!"

They ran, Judoon shooting after them. They climbed up the stairs, managing to lock a door, ending in a corridor where people were gasping for breath, falling to the ground.

"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 checked already. If we're lucky."

Martha stopped by Swales, asked her a few questions about the oxygen still left.

"How are you feeling?" The Doctor asked Martha. "Are you all right?"

"I'm running on adrenaline," she responded with a wide grin.

"Welcome to my world," he chuckled.

"What about the Judoon?"

"Ah, big great lung reserve, it won't slow them down. Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"

"It's this way."

They didn't hear, or didn't focused on, the scream of pain of another nurse who stood in the woman's way. And entered the office.

"She's gone! She was here!"

The Doctor examined Mr. Stoker.

"Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore."

"What was she doing on Earth?"

"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."

"Wait a minute."

She pulled the dead man's eyes shut before leaving with the Doctor.

"Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?"

He looked at the MRI sign on the corridor's wall.

"Ah. She's as clever as me. Almost."

The sinister voice of the Judoon resounded a few steps away.

"Find the non-human. Execute."

"Stay here. I need time. You're going to have to hold them up."

"How do I do that?"

He took a deep breath and looked at her in the eyes.

"Martha, forgive me for this. It's to save a thousand lives, it means nothing. Honestly, nothing."

He kissed her, making her heart flutter. He pulled away and ran off.

"That was nothing?"

She shivered slightly when she heard a scream. They were supposed to kill nobody! The Judoon walked into the corridor, seeing Martha standing there, waiting for them.

"Find the non-human. Execute."

"Now, listen. I know who you're looking for. She's this woman. She calls herself Florence."

"Human," it said, after scanning her. "With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorize fill scan. What are you? What are you?"

He finally made a cross on Martha's hand.

"Confirmed: human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search. You will need this," it added, "handing her a slip of paper."

"What's that for?"

"Compensation."

The woman was now near the room. She felt it, so close.

"I have to find it."

Martha slid into the MRI room after the Judoon. She saw the Doctor lying on the floor and the rhino flashing a light at him.

"Confirmation: deceased."

"No, he can't be! Let me through, let me see him!"

She didn't know why she felt so bad and painful for the death of a man she barely knew.

"Stop. Case closed."

"But it was her. She killed him. She did it. She murdered him."

"The Judoon have no authority over human crime."

"But she's not human!"

"Oh, but I am," said the shape-changer with a self-satisfied smile. "I've been catalogued."

"But she's not! She assimil- Wait a minute. You drank his blood. The Doctor's blood."

She realized all it and grabbed a Judoon scanner. He had given his life so the alien could be discovered and arrested.

"Oh, all right. Scan all you like."

"Non-human."

"What?"

"Confirm analysis."

"Oh, but it's a mistake, surely. I'm human. I'm as human as they come."

"He gave his life so they'd find you."

"Confirmed: Plasmavore. I charge you with the crime of murdering the princess of Patrival Regency Nine."

"She deserved it! Those pink cheeks and those blond curls and that simpering voice. She was begging for the bite of a plasmavore."

"Plasmavore... Not the right one. Right one. Not dead. Gonna be alive again. Must be. Not the last. Not the last. I have to find it, I have to find... to find... him.

Martha's eyes widened when she saw some kind of girl, entering the room, burning the door down. The stranger had long dark hair, a pale complexion and... light in her eyes. This was the comatose. The woman held up her hand to the Judoon, who strangely stepped back.

"Human female is a criminal. Crime: Physical assault and murder on a Judoon. Verdict: guilty. Sentence: Execution."

"No!"

The rhino shot at the comatose who just looked at him – at least, as far as Martha could tell because with the glow, it really couldn't know. The flash stopped about a meter from her. Everyone in the room, Judoon included, gasped in surprise. That wasn't possible. She should be dead.

"I have to find him. I need him."

She looked down at The Doctor who was still lying on the floor, unconscious. The Judoon units withdrew, leaving the humans to deal with a dead Time Lord and a MRI with magnetic overload that could exterminate a half of Earth's inhabitants and all of those present on the Moon.

"Last of your kind. You're not. You're not. You're not."

The words coming from the girl's throat seemed absolutely senseless. Martha shoved past her to the Doctor and started pulmonary resuscitation techniques. The blonde looked at her and raised her hand, touching the machinery which beeped before letting out a little cloud of smoke.

"What have you done?"

"I saved."

"Why?"

"I need him."

The Doctor suddenly woke up, making Martha startle. The girl fixed her glowing gaze on him. He looked up and saw the concern in the student's eyes so he waved a bit, with that cheeky smile of his to show her he was fine. Well not so fine, according to the bit of pain in his chest, but it wasn't every day that he died. He didn't seem to notice the girl standing beside the burnt MRI because at that moment, Martha started to choke from the lack of air.

"Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Judoon, reverse it."

He smiled, seeing the rain fall from the sky.

"It's raining, Martha. It's raining on the moon."

There was another 'earthquake'. They were back on Earth. He sighed. Then, a long and painful whimper caught his ear and he finally focused on the girl who had truly saved them all. He gasped a bit, eyeing the light coming out of her. What the Hell was she?

"Are you all right?"

"It's burning me... It's burning me..."

She suddenly fell to the ground, as if she couldn't stand any longer. Her body jerked and writhed, under a huge amount of pain, a cloud of gold flare escaping her lips. The Doctor crouched down to try and comfort her but her eyeballs rolled back and she stiffened, shivering slightly at first before becoming completely still. He took off his stethoscope and checked for a pulse. She was alive. Barely but alive.

"Woman down in there!" Shouted someone from outside the room.

An ambulance-man stepped in, quickly followed by a few others. Martha got back with them but The Doctor didn't want the mystery girl being taken care of by humans. He held up his psychic paper.

"Dr. Smith. Specialist in fainting... I don't even know if that exists. Anyway, I'm taking care of her, you can go help the people who need you. Thank you for your concern."

The men stepped back and headed away, slightly puzzled. The Doctor remained alone with the glowing girl.

Martha sat on the edge of a trunk, thoughtful. Who was this Doctor, really? He was disturbing her with all his scientifico-extraterrestrial babbbling. And his cute grin, his kiss... If that was nothing... Maybe for him but she was too flustered to ignore the effect on her...

"Martha!"

She jumped as her sister called her name, running towards her.

"Oh, God! I thought you were dead! What happened? It was so weird, because the police wouldn't say, they didn't have a clue. And I tried phoning, but I couldn't get through. Mum's on her way, but she couldn't get through, they've closed off all the roads."

But she wasn't listening to Tish's concerned voice. She was watching the long and skinny shape of a man, carrying a woman in his arms walking calmly towards a blue police phone box. The Doctor. He turned his head, feeling her gaze upon him, and grinned at Martha, who smiled back. She recognized the woman. The comatose. He was taking her with him, and nobody was paying attention to them. She stared at the box until a truck went by. When it had passed, there was nothing where the box used to stand.

"There's thousands of people trying to get in, the whole city's come to a halt, and Dad phoned, cause it's on the news and everything, he was crying. It's been a mess, and what happened? I mean, what really happened? Where were you?"

Far. So far away. She heard the last traces of a humming in the air and couldn't help but smile sadly. He was gone.

"I am not prepared to be insulted!" Yelled Annalise as she stormed out of the pub Leo was having in birthday party.

"She didn't mean it, sweetheart. She just said you look healthy," tried to temperate Clive, Martha's father.

"No, I did not. I said orange."

Francine Jones had just stepped out of the pub, following her ex-husband and his girlfriend. Martha was on her heels, assuming the role of mediator, as always.

"Clive, that woman is disrespecting me. She's never liked me."

"Oh, I can't think why, after you stole my husband," snapped back Martha's mother.

"I was seduced. I'm entirely innocent! Tell her, Clive!"

"And then she has a go at Martha, practically accused her of making the whole thing up."

"Mum, I don't mind. Just leave it," tried Martha.

"Oh. 'I've been to the moon!' As if. They were drugged. It said so on the news."

"Since when did you watch the news? You can't handle Quiz Mania."

"Annalise started it. She did. I heard her."

Martha looked behind her to see that the whole Jones family was now outside.

"Trish, don't make it worse."

"You're talking, Leo. What did she buy you, soap? A seventy-five pence soap?"

"Oh, I'm never talking to your family again!"

Annalise stormed off, her heels making her walk in a quite inelegant way.

"Oh, stay. Have a night out." The sarcasm in Francine's voice was quite evident.

"Don't you dare. I'm putting my foot down. This is me, putting my foot down." As his try didn't work, Clive went chasing after the blonde woman.

"Dad!"

"Make a fool of yourself! God knows, you've been doing it for the last twenty-five years! Why stop now?"

"Mum, don't!" said Tish, following her mother back inside. "I asked the DJ and he's playing that song later –"

Martha didn't go back, as she had a good reason to stay out. The Doctor had been standing on the corner, watching the scene take place with an amused smile. She blushed slightly. Her family had been making quite a fool of themselves and that in front of him. She was about to speak when he gave her a little 'follow me' look before disappearing around the building.

She found him leaning against the blue box's side, his now highly recognizable grin on his face, waiting for her.

"I went to the moon today."

"A bit more peaceful than down here."

"You never even told be who you are."

"The Doctor."

"What sort of species? It's not every day I get to ask that."

She thought it would make him smile but he stared at her with a sad look in his dark eyes.

"I'm a Time Lord."

"Right! Not pompous at all, then."

"I just thought since you saved my life and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip."

She didn't focus on the change of subject but rather, on the proposition he had just made to her.

"What, into space?" Martha asked, her excitement spiking up.

But then she deflated. She couldn't go like that, leaving everything behind; her family, her studies...

"I can't. I've got exams. I've got things to do. I have to go into town first thing and pay the rent, I've got my family going mad..."

"If it helps, I can travel in time, as well."

"Get out of here."

She didn't believed him for a second. That was impossible! Yes, she had gone to the moon, seen aliens, and not to mention, been kissed by one, the one who was now standing in front of her and proposing her to go with him see the stars inside a little blue box, but travel through time?

"I can."

"Come on now, that's going too far."

"I'll prove it."

He went inside the box. The humming she had heard earlier started and the cabin disappeared in front of her very eyes. She waved her hand in the spot where it had been. That wasn't a trick... And if... And if it was all true? The box reappeared, The Doctor inside it. He stepped out, holding his tie in his hand, the tie from the morning. Her eyes widened.

"Told you!"

"I know, but... that was this morning! But – Did you... Oh, my God! You can travel in time!"

He put his tie on again, sparks of joy in his gaze.

"But hold on, if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go to work."

"Crossing into established events is forbidden. Except for cheap tricks."

"And that's your spaceship?"

"It's called the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space."

"Your spaceship's made of wood..."

Then a thought came to her. Him and her. In a small wooden box?

"There's not much room. We'd be a bit intimate."

"Take a look," he said with a knowing smile, pushing the door open.

Martha stepped in, followed by The Doctor, she looked around and ran out.

"Oh, no, no. But it's just a box. But it's huge. How does it do that? It's wood. It's like a box with that room just rammed in. It's bigger on the inside!"

"Is it?" The Doctor asked sarcastically, after mouthing the last sentence with her. "I hadn't noticed."

He shut the door behind her and threw his coat on one of the Y-beams.

"All right, then, let's get going."

"But is there a crew? Like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?"

"Just me."

There was a certain type of sadness in his voice.

"All on your own."

"Well, sometimes I have guests. I mean some friends, travelling alongside. I had- there was recently a friend of mine. Rose, her name was. Rose. And... we were together. Anyway."

It seemed quite a bad subject for now.

"Where is she now?"

"With her family. Happy. She's fine. Not that you're replacing her."

"Never said I was."

She just had this feeling. Like a rebound.

"Just one trip to say 'thanks', you get one trip, then back home. I'd rather be on my own."

"You're the one that kissed me."

"That was a genetic transfer."

"And if you will wear a tight suit..."

"Now... don't!"

He seemed bothered but she continued teasing him. Or wasn't it just teasing?

"And then travel all the way across the Universe just to ask me on a date..."

"Stop it."

"For the record? I'm not remotely interested. I only go for humans."

"Good."

He didn't frown, didn't wince, nothing. Martha thought he had liked her but maybe she thought wrong.

"And the girl from today. The comatose who's really awake and has light in her eyes? Where did you take her? Alien hospital?"

"Kind of. She's in a room the TARDIS specially created for her. Safe. She will take care of her until she wakes up."

"But she doesn't have any family to warn?"

"You tell me! I wasn't working around her!"

"Nobody ever came for her. Ever. She was lying here, no changes, nothing. I always wanted to see what she looks like, awake. What her eyes look like. Because she seem so beautiful..."

"We'll see that in a while."

"Right."

"Well, then. Close down the gravitic anomalizer. Fire up the helmic regulator," he said it as he did it. "And finally-the hand brake. Ready?"

"No!"

"Off we go."

The crazy grin was back, the jolts made his eyes sparkle and his hair were messier than ever. But she didn't noticed. It was a little bit...

"Blimey, it's a bit bumpy."

"Welcome aboard, Miss Jones."

He reached her hand and shook it. They laughed.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Smith."