Disclaimer: Someday,there'll be a clever disclaimer up here, but for now I will get to the root of it. I do not own Doctor Who. Any and all direct quotes from the show belong to the writers. Izzy and her general silliness, however, belong to me. Enjoy.

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I hate hospitals. Izzy huffed, blowing her bangs up in boredom before they settled back down again just above her eyes. She lifted her right arm and glared daggers at the neon-casted wrist that was the reason for her stay at Royal Hope Hospital and her subsequent discomfort. She flopped her head down on the hospital bed's pillow and screwed up her eyes in frustration.

"Now then, Mr. Smith, a very good morning, and how are you feeling?"

Izzy opened her eyes and stared in the direction of the speaker. Her newest source of entertainment seemed to be hidden on the other side of the curtain.

"Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, y'know—Blehhh," the patient Mr. Smith responded.

"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains - Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me." The snooty older gentleman's voice came again.

A new voice, female, quieter, joined the group. "It wasn't smart you running around like that."

"Sorry?"

"On Chancellor Street, came up to me and took off your tie."

"Really?" Mr. Smith asked, perplexed. "What'd I do that for?"

"I dunno," the student called Jones answered, "You just did."

"Not me, I was here, ask the nurses."

"That's weird, it looked like you." Izzy listened, slightly amused. It was like listening to a movie—she wished she could see the expressions to go along with the words. "Maybe, it could be a brother or something?"

"Nope, not anymore. Just me." Smith answered.

"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones." The man reminded, his tone withering.

"Sorry," Jones mumbled.

There was a long pause, and again Izzy wished she could watch the scene. "I weep for future generations, but are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?"

Another pause. "Um… I don't know, stomach cramps?" Miss Jones added as an afterthought.

"That's a symptom not a diagnosis." The older man pointed out. "And, you failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart…" She heard the sound of him picking up the chart before the sudden dropping of it on Mr. Smith's bed.

"That happened to me this morning." Miss Jones said.

"I had the same off the door handle," came another younger male voice.

"And me in the lift." A female student added.

"Only to be expected." The old doctor said, unconcerned. "There's a thunder storm moving in. Lighting being the form of static electricity, as first proven by… anyone?"

Benjamin Franklin, Izzy answered in her head.

"Benjamin Franklin," Mr. Smith supplied.

"Correct," the man seemed ready to say more, but Mr. Smith cut him off eagerly.

"My mate Ben!" The patient said happily. "That was a day and a half ago, and I got rope burns off that kite. And then I got soaked."

Izzy giggled behind her hand, even though no one could see her. This man Smith seemed a bit quirky, and she wished she could meet him, someday. Being a bit odd herself, she was sure they'd make fast friends.

"… Quite."

"And then, I got electrocuted!" Mr. Smith continued energetically.

"Moving on…" As the man and his group of students moved away, Izzy could faintly hear him mutter: "I think a visit from the Psychiatric." Izzy laughed quietly, glad for the distraction.

Well, Mr. Smith, have fun with Psychiatric. I'm outta here. She was sick of sitting here and waiting for the nurses to release her. She was fine already! It was just a broken wrist, and they had already given her a cast and a prescription for pain medication. What else did she need?

She carefully lifted herself off the bed, looking around for any nurses to catch her. The coast was clear, the nurses had too many other things to worry about, lucky for her. Grabbing her clothes next to the bed, she quickly shuffled across the room to the door, her arms rigid as they swung, making her look almost comical.

Had she looked back, she might have noticed a curious pair of brown eyes following her escape.

Izzy dove quickly into a supply closet. Not that she expected hospital security to be at all tight, especially for her, but why risk it? She changed into her favorite fitted blue jeans and a soft grey v-neck Frank Sinatra t-shirt before pulling her shoulder-length dark hair into a messy bun and whipping back out of the closet. She strolled casually in her favorite royal blue Chuck Taylors. It was comforting to shed the patient persona. Well, except for the neon green cast on her left wrist. All she had to do now was walk out the door like a free woman. She just… had to go down a few stories first. Oh hell, I hate elevators, too.

Passing past the patients' lounge, she was startled out of her revelry by the curious appearance of the rain on the other side of the balcony doors. The rain appeared to be travelling up the glass. She walked slowly closer, until she could touch the doors in wonder.

Now I know the weather's weird here in the UK, but surely that's a bit past normal. Suddenly, the building began to shake and she was knocked to the ground, landing unfortunately on her casted-but-still-injured wrist. Wincing from the pain, Izzy curled up as much as she could while bracing the other hand on the door. The building continued to shake and thrash more violently than any earthquake she had ever experienced.

And then it stopped. The sound of objects falling and the startled screams of the patients quieted down as everyone got their bearings. An awed hush settled over the building, and Izzy pulled herself upright. Looking out the glass, what she saw made her ache for her camera.

Past the grey and faintly lit moonscape shone the earth. Quickly squashing down and saving her curiosity as to how the building ended up on the moon for later, she took the door handle and gently pushed. Though when at first she saw where she was she feared for the air supply, the logical part of her brain reminded her that since the hospital was not air tight, if there wasn't something already keeping the air in, she would already be choking.

The hospital started to scream. Howling, desperate, hopeless screams, and Izzy quickly closed the door to cut off the noise. The action had the desired effect.

Izzy turned away from the door and breathed deeply. The sight before her was breathtakingly beautiful. The photographer inside of her was cursing at the lack of a camera. I bet National Geographic would pay anything to get pictures of this.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a man and a woman at the door. Izzy moved against the wall, keeping herself from view.

The pair opened the doors, facing the Earth and missing Izzy's tiny figure against the wall.

"We've got air." The woman breathed, and Izzy immediately recognized her as one of the students she heard earlier. "How does that work?"

"Just be glad that it does." The man responded.

"I've got a party tonight. My brother's twenty first. My mother's gonna be really…" Miss Jones trailed off.

"Are you okay?" The man asked her softly.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Want to go back in?" The man offered.

"No way. I mean, we could die at any minute, but all the same…" She smiled. "It's beautiful."

Izzy chose this moment to step in. She had planned on letting them pass and figuring out what was going on by herself, but these two seemed to be the most aware in the hospital.

"It really is wonderful, standing here in the earthlight. That's what you call it, right? Earthlight?" Izzy pondered, more to herself than anything since the pair was staring at her with shocked expressions.

"Hi, sorry, I'm Isolde Brannen. You can call me Izzy." She held out her hand to the tall man, who she now recognized as Mr. Smith. "I was just standing there by the wall. Didn't want to disturb," she added with smile. "Pardon me for asking, but since you two seem the most level headed people in this current situation, I was wondering if you know what is going on?" Her tone was polite as the man took her hand with an odd look on his face.

"Oh, American."

"Irish, actually. Dropped the accent since I've lived just outside New York City most of my life. I've been living here with my cousin—well not here here, but you know, in London—for 5 years now." She turned to Miss Jones.

The woman in the doctor's coat shook out of her stunned state and took Izzy's hand. "Martha Jones. What were you doing out here?"

"Same as you, I suppose—checking the why-are-we-not-dying-from-lack-of-oxygen anomaly." She said with a small smile. "And really, that's wonderful, the whole not-dying thing. I would hate to die in a hospital. Not that your hospital isn't brilliant, or anything, I mean, really—what other hospitals to you know have teleported to the moon? Still, I really don't like hospitals." She paused looking out at the surface, her gaze distant. "Anyway, sorry if I'm rambling," she snapped back into focus, "back to my question—what do you think happened?" She moved to lean against the side next to Martha.

"What do you think?" The man countered, addressing Martha.

Martha paused. "Extraterrestrial. Got to be. I dunno, a few years ago that would have sounded mad. But these days, spaceship flying into Big Ben. Christmas. And those Cybermen things, that battle in the sky…" Martha paused again. "I had a cousin, Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. Never came home."

"I'm sorry." He said. He almost seemed guilty, like he blamed himself.

"Yeah."

"I was there, in the battle, it was…"he trailed off. It seemed a story for another time.

"I promise you Mr. Smith, Izzy, we'll find a way out." Mr. Smith looked around and Izzy watched. Martha continued. "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." He walked over to the other side of the balcony and looked over the edge.

"Who are you, then?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"Me too, if I ever pass my exams. What is it then, Dr. Smith?"

The Doctor walked to the other side. "Just the Doctor."

Martha looked confused. "How d'you mean, just the Doctor?"

The Doctor looked over, obviously confused as to why this was a difficult concept. "Just… The Doctor."

"What? People call you 'The Doctor'?"

"Yeah."

"Well I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title." He raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly over at Izzy.

"The Doctor, Mr. Smith, whatever floats your boat." She said to his eyebrow. He looked back down at the floor.

"I better make a start then." He picked up a small chip from the floor. "Let's have a look then. There must be some sort of…" He chucked the pebble out over the balcony.

Zzing.

Izzy watched the space in front of her ripple blue before fading again. "Force field." The Doctor muttered. "Keeping the air in."

"Wait…" Izzy said. "If that's a force field holding the air that means this is all we have…" She turned to the Doctor. "What happens when it runs out?" She had guessed, but she wished that just this time she was wrong.

"How many people are in this hospital?" The Doctor addressed Martha.

"I dunno, um… a thousand…?"

"One thousand people, suffocating." Dammit, I'm still going to die in a hospital.

"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asked in complete disbelief.

A sudden loud engine sound alerted them. The three turned to see three cylindrical ships flying over the hospital. "Heads up. Ask 'em yourself."

They watched as the cylindrical-ish ships settled a little ways away from the building. The screaming hospital hushed as everyone crowded toward the window to watch. Ramps lowered ominously and rows of marching little figures rapidly approached the building.

Martha's eyes opened wide. "Aliens. That's… aliens. Real proper aliens."

"Judoon." The Doctor said.

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The Doctor rushed to the second floor to look at the scene below, Martha and Izzy just behind. Izzy settled down next to the plants, looking through the glass. The Doctor kneeled so close behind her that she could feel his breath down her neck.

The Judoon marched into the hospital, causing the panicking patients to cower in fear. They looked humanoid, but Izzy couldn't tell under their oddly shaped helmets and all that studded leather. The Judoon at the head of the group twisted a clasp at his neck. A hiss escaped as he lifted the helmet up and over his head, which appeared to be the face of a rhino.

"Bo! Sco! Fo! Blo! Co! Sho! Ro!" The helmetless Judoon called. The other leather-clad rhinos lifted their guns to the patients.

One of the med students stepped forward. "Um… We are citizens of planet Earth. We welcome you in peace." The Judoon turned to him backing the brave/stupid man into the wall. He lifted what appeared to be a small red flashlight and put it to the man's mouth. "No, don't hurt me, I was trying to help, I'm sorry, don't hurt me, please don't hurt me."

The Judoon lifted up the flashlight. He pressed a button and the playback of the man's plea could be heard. The soldier fit it to his chest through a small plug-like thing. A second passed before the Judoon spoke in a deep guttural voice. "Language assimilated. Designation: Earth English. You will be cataloged."

The Judoon lifted the device to the student's forehead. A blue light shone, and the Judoon paused before hearing a beep. He spoke in the rough voice, "Category: Human." He took the male's hand and flips the device over. He then drew an 'X' on the back of his hand. He turned to the soldiers and ordered: "Catalogue all suspects!"

"Look down there, you got a little shop. I like a little shop." Izzy could hear his smile rather than see it, and she gave one in return.

"Never mind that," Martha said, trying to be the sensible one. "What are Judoon?"

"They're like police. Well, police-for-hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs."

"They look like Roman-biker-rhinos—all big on the glorified skirts and excessive leather and… horns. Well, I don't suppose the horns are optional. They're the ones that brought us to the moon?" Izzy asked.

"Neutral territory. According to Galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth. So they isolated it. That rain, and lighting, that was them. Using a H2O scoop."

"What are you on about, Galactic law? I mean, where d'you learn that from?" Izzy had been wondering the same, but she followed the Doctor to get a better view. Martha got no answer.

"If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon, or something?" Martha joked.

"No. But I like that! Good thinking. No, wish it were that simple. They're making a catalogue, which means they're looking for something non-human. Which is very bad news for me."

"Why?"

The Doctor looked over to Martha. Izzy just watched the exchange.

"Oh you're kidding me." The Doctor only raised an eyebrow. "Don't be ridiculous…" Izzy had to admire that raised eyebrow. There was talent in that eyebrow. "Stop me looking at me like that."

"Come on, then." The Doctor said, and took off at a jog around the corner. Martha and Izzy followed quickly after.

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They came to the 6th floor entrance and burst through the door. Patients and doctors alike were crumpled against the walls, hugging each other in utter hopelessness. The Doctor just weaved through them, keen to get where he was going. Izzy and Martha followed as close as they could. Izzy's short legs had a frustratingly more difficult time jumping over the legs of the miserable people in the way.

They finally reached the nurses' station. The Doctor flew to the nearest computer and the Irish girl stood by, watching the door. Martha stayed outside to check on the Judoon's progress.

The Doctor slid into a chair and took out an odd metal stick thing with a blue end. Martha joined them."They've reached the third floor." The med student paused, looking incredulously at the Doctor's metal wand. "What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver." The Doctor answered, intently watching for results from the computer.

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

"No, really it's a screwdriver. And it's sonic. Look!" He spun around and lifted the device to her face.

Martha smiled sarcastically, "What else have you got? A laser spanner?"

"I did, but it was stolen by Emmeline Pankhurst, cheeky woman." Martha's joking smile fell, and Izzy laughed quietly. Really, their interactions would make a great TV show. "What's wrong with this computer?"He smacked the monitor angrily. He continued in more hushed voice, "The Judoon must've locked it down. Judoon Platoon, upon the Moon." He stroked his long face and ran his hands through his already wild hair, effectively sticking it up in entirely new directions, causing Izzy to smile."'Cause, I was just traveling past, I swear, I was just wandering around, I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn't. But I noticed plasma coils around the hospital—" he allowed, "like that lighting, that's a plasma coil, it's been building up for two days now—so I checked in. I thought something was going on in the inside. Turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon, up above."

"But… What are they looking for?" Izzy pressed, trying to look over his shoulder.

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

"Like you, apparently." Martha said.

"Like me, but not me." He turned to glance at Martha directing his attention back to the computer.

"Haven't they got a photo?" Izzy asked.

"Might be a shape-changer." Izzy glanced at the screen as the Doctor rapidly clicked through the files.

"Well, whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha asked.

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

"What, all of us?" Martha looked affronted.

"Oh yes." The Doctor answered.

"Doctor, you might be clicking too fast for me, but it seems like all those files are blank. What happened?—all hospitals should have full records of their patients."

"Oh!" Both women jumped back as the Doctor yelled at the computer. "You see! They're thick! Judoon are thick! They're so completely thick! They've wiped the records! Oh that's clever."

"What are we looking for?" Martha asked.

"I don't know," he responded running his hands through his hair again. "Say, any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms." He grabbed the computer the view the back. "Maybe there's a back up."

"You keep working. I'll go ask Mr. Stoker, he might know." Martha backed away through the doors and off into the hall.

Izzy watched the Doctor fiddle with the computer. She backed away to give him more room, but instead ended up tripping over a chair, landing roughly on the linoleum floor. Unfortunately, she had caught herself on her hands, causing the previously forgotten injury to flare up in pain. She curled herself inwards a little, trying to hide her grimace from the Doctor.

"I wonder if they're too busy to fill my prescription now," she said after recovering, earning a small smile from the Doctor, even though when he looked over at her she saw a lingering look of concern. "They say you're not supposed to run in these things. You sir, are aiding and abetting a very rebellious hospital patient," she smiled at him, laughter in her bright blue eyes. "Although, I really don't see how that logic works. I mean, broken wrist equals nonfunctioning legs? Well, they aren't gonna stop me from running around with you—I was the fastest sprinter in my school, so don't let these tiny legs fool you." She gestured grandly to her lower half, which was still sitting on the floor, "I could keep up with your noodle-y self any day," she challenged jovially.

The Doctor finished his fiddling and turned around to her with a wide smile. "We might get to test that theory yet." He held up his screwdriver. "Come on, let's find Martha."

The pair had only just reached the hall when Martha promptly ran into the tall man. "I've restored the back-up."

Martha ignored him and looked urgently behind her. "I've found her."

"You did what?" Doctor and Izzy chorused simultaneously.

A tall man in full leather biker get-up crashed through the door behind Martha.

"What?" Izzy gasped, just before the Doctor grabbed her hand.

"Run!" he exclaimed, grabbing Martha as well.

The three took off down the corridor, running through the people to the stairway. Before they could continue to the next floor down though, they were blocked by the Judoon coming up the stairs. Biker to their backs, the Doctor pushed them down another hallway. Never stopping as they turned corner after corner, Izzy was proud to be able to keep up with a man a foot taller than her. Martha in her work heels was not doing as well, and Izzy couldn't blame her. It hurt to run in those, and they certainly were running plenty.

The biker almost upon them, the trio reached an open door. The Doctor swung Martha in and stopped Izzy with his body before moving them both inside. He closed the door quickly and pointed at the door handle with his screwdriver until the blue end lit up. The bolt made a locking sound, and the Doctor pushed the girls to the glass shielded booth inside the room.

He grabbed the x-ray machine and poked around it with the sonic. "When I say 'now', press the button."

"But how do we know which one?" Martha called to him. The sound of the biker hitting the door could be heard over the screwdriver's buzz.

"Then find out!" He answered. Martha grabbed a binder labeled 'Instruction Manual.' Both she and Izzy flipped through the pages, frantically searching for any clue.

Wham! The leather-clad biker had made it through.

The Doctor turned the machine towards the intruder. "Now!" On a complete hunch, Izzy pressed the largest button. Always press the big yellow button. Or was that never press the big yellow button?

A bright light flashed through the room. Martha ducked her head and Izzy squinted through the glass. She glimpsed flashes of the Doctor's skeleton, but none in the leather man. The flashing ended and the girls blinked the brightness out of their eyes. The previously shuddering biker stiffened, before falling to the ground.

The room was silent. Finally Martha spoke, "… What did you do?"

"Increased the radiation by 5000%. Killed him dead." The Doctor answered.

"But isn't that going to kill you?" Izzy asked, her tone concerned.

"Nah, only Rontgen radiation. We use to play with Rontgen bricks in the nursery." He was met with disbelief from the both of them. "It's safe for you to come out now. I've absorbed it all."

The tall, blue-suited man began to shudder and hop. "All I need to do is expel it. If I concentrate I can shift the radiation out of my body and into one spot—say, my left shoe."

His picked up said foot and started to shake it. "Here we go, here we go, easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out, ah, ah, ah—itches, itches, itches. Ow, ow." The Doctor took his left shoe—sock and all—and threw it into the yellow waste bin. "Done."

"You're completely mad." Martha said.

"You're right—I look daft with one shoe." And took off his second shoe and threw it into the bin. "Barefoot on the moon." He flexed his toes and clicked his teeth.

Izzy was grinning wildly, right hand on her hip. "Oh, I like you!" The Doctor responded with a pleased grin, and Martha just blinked incredulously between them.

"So what is that thing, where's he from, planet Zivirax?" Breaking the moment, Martha walked over to the fallen man. The Doctor lowered himself, balancing on his now-bare feet. Izzy joined them, looking into the helmet for the face of the thing they just killed.

"Just a Slab, they're called Slabs. Basic slave drones, see…?" He reached out and grabbed the arm. "Solid leather all the way through." Izzy touched it as well, feeling no give from the material. "Someone's got one hell of a fetish." Her big smile was back, showing off perfect white teeth.

"But it was that woman, Mrs. Finnegan, it was working for her. Just like a servant." Martha pressed.

The Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver, his expression horrified when he saw that the front half was fried and corroded beyond repair.

"My sonic screwdriver…"

"She was one of the patients, but…" Martha continued.

"Oh no, my sonic screwdriver!" the Doctor cried, obviously distressed.

"She had this straw like some sort of vampire." Martha attempted to get through to him once more.

"I love my sonic screwdriver!"

"Doctor!" Martha called.

The Doctor turned, finally focused on her, and threw the screwdriver over his shoulder. "Sorry," then grinned. "You called me Doctor."

"Anyways…" Martha reminded him. "Mrs. Finnegan seems to be the alien. She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood."

"Funny time to take a snack; you'd think she'd be hiding… Unless," Something dawned on him. "No. Yes. That's it, wait a minute… Yes!" His sudden exclamation caused Izzy to jump. "Shape-changer, internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it." He talked urgently, his words picking up speed. "If she can assimilate Mr. Stoker's blood, she can mimic the biology."

"Do the Judoon know that? If she's mimicking human, doesn't that mean she'll scan human?" Izzy asked the Doctor. "If she's human, then you're the only alien in here. They'll either take you, or sentence all these people to death. Doctor, please tell me there's some way to catch her still."

"Brilliant, Izzy! I was just getting to that." He grinned at her excitedly.

"I think that's the first time you've said my name, Doctor," she said, bemused. Never mind how wonderful it sounded the way he said it—like she really was brilliant.

"Izzy, Izzy, Izzy. Come on, we have to stop her and show the Judoon!" He pushed past the both of them and raced out through the hall.

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The sound of footsteps and creaking leather could be heard from their corner, and the three crouched down behind the water dispenser. They tensed as the Slab moved past in the empty hall.

"That's the thing about Slabs, they always travel in pairs." The Doctor crouched next to Izzy, his words whispered in her ear.

"What about you?" Martha asked.

"What about me what?" The Doctor responded, still watching after the Slab's retreating figure.

"Haven't you got back-up? You must have a partner or something…" the med student trailed off, looking over Izzy's head and to his face.

The Doctor scoffed as he looked at Martha, face stretched in disbelief. "Humans! We're stuck on the moon, running out of air with Judoon and a blood-sucking criminal, and you're asking personal questions? Come on."

"Hey! Don't be rude. Back-up is a perfectly reasonable request in a situation like this." Izzy defended, indignant.

Martha continued. "Oh, I like that, 'humans'. Still not convinced that you're an alien." They stood and turned—straight into the Judoon's awaiting scanner.

The blue light beeped on the Doctor's forehead. "Non-human."

"Oh my God, you really are."

"And again." The Doctor grabbed their hands and ran opposite of the Judoon, who fired their laser-like guns after them.

More stairs, Izzy groaned inwardly as they ran up to the next level. Reaching the door, the Doctor locked it behind them.

Izzy got a chance to look at the hall. All around her people were on the ground, clinging to oxygen tanks. Patients and doctors took turns breathing, the weakest given the most they could get.

"They've done this floor, come on." The Doctor said. "The Judoon are logical, and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've already checked. If we're lucky."

Martha knelt next to a woman in a doctor's coat. The woman had been holding an oxygen mask to a patient. "How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked.

"Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out." Izzy paused and took the woman's arm comfortingly.

Her voice lowered tenderly, almost sounding like a mother soothing her frightened child. "It'll be all right, you just keep holding on. We'll find a way home, and then you can tell all your friends you went to the moon!" Her smile was compassionate, and the woman in the oxygen mask fluttered her tired eyes and smiled appreciatively, taking slower, less shallow breaths.

As her hair fell more into her face, she didn't notice the Doctor's contemplative gaze following her actions.

"How're you two feeling? Are you alright?" the Doctor asked.

"Running on adrenalin." Martha responded. Izzy gave a small smile and a nod of agreement.

"Welcome to my world." The Doctor said, his face still serious. Izzy straightened and turned to him.

"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked.

"Ah, great big lung reserves; it won't slow them down." The Doctor looked to both ends of the hall, his gaze briefly sliding over the petite Irish girl. "Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"

Martha stood up. "This way." They took a few long strides before coming to the short entryway to Mr. Stoker's office. The Doctor held out his hand in warning. He cautiously entered the room first, Martha and Izzy close behind.

"She's gone! She was here." The Doctor moved over to the body and pressed his fingers to the man's neck.

"Drained him dry; every last drop." The sight of the bloodless body with open, sightless eyes made Izzy freeze. Her heart ached with painful memories and for the death of the poor man she would never meet. "I was right. She is a Plasmavore."

"What's she doing here?" Martha asked. Izzy backed away slowly her eyes screwed shut, old pain etched in her face.

"Hiding, on the run, like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro." The Doctor turned towards Martha and caught a glimpse of Izzy's reaction. He watched her, curious and concerned, but continued on his original thought. "But what's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all." The Doctor stood up. "Come on."

"Wait a minute." Martha walked over to Mr. Stoker and gently closed his staring eyes. Izzy recovered slightly when the glassy eyes were concealed. Just forget about it, you're fine, she attempted to gain control of her memories again. Don't be a baby, it's not him, it's not him.

They walk out the room and the Doctor was looking at the ground, thinking. "Think, think, think… If I was a wanted Plasmavore, surrounded by police, what would I do?" The Doctor straight ahead to the MRI sign. "Oh, she's as clever as me." He paused, "Almost."

"I don't see how. She's just as stuck as us." Izzy said, joining them.

A crash sounded at the end of the hall, and fresh screams erupted. The Judoon stomped through the smashed doors. "Find the non-human!" The helmet-less Judoon commanded. "Execute!"

"Martha! Izzy!" He spun around urgently. "I need time, stay here, you've got to hold them up."

"How do we do that?" Martha asked, thoroughly confused.

"Just, forgive me for this. This could save a thousand lives, it means nothing. Honestly, nothing." He took her face in both hands and kissed her for a good three seconds.

Where did that come from? Izzy blinked in shock, before he released Martha and grabbed her shoulders. He had to lean over to bring his face level. "Hey!" She exclaimed, almost panicked. Her eyes kept shifting to his lips as she talked rapidly. "Sorry, fella, I don't know about where you come from, but back home you don't kiss a girl right after you've kissed her friend, that's just—" His lips cut her off. He ended it—right when she had started to enjoy it, too—and took off down the hall toward the MRI. "—rude."

"That was nothing?" Martha asked, stunned and a little bit dreamy. Izzy could sympathize.

Izzy straightened her shirt and fixed her bangs, turning towards the oncoming Judoon.

"Now listen," Martha said. "I know who you're looking for, and she's this woman, calls herself Florence." The Judoon chief-thing held his scanner to Martha's face. She blinked the light out of her eyes.

"Human." The initial beep was followed by another, and the Judoon seemed to reconsider his verdict. "Wait. Partial non-human." Another beep, the Judoon lifted their guns to Martha.

"Non human element confirmed. Authorize full scan." The Judoon captain shoved Martha into a wall. Martha looked over at Izzy, and the tiny girl could only watch with wide eyes. "What are you? What are you?"

After a full scan, he drew an 'X' on the back of Martha's hand. "Confirm: Human; traces of facial contact with non-human." To the other Judoons, he spoke. "Continue the search!" He then gave Martha a sheet of paper. "You will need this."

"What's that for?" Martha took the piece of paper though.

"Compensation." The Judoon still hadn't gotten to Izzy. Seeing her chance to lead them to Mrs. Finnegan, she grabbed Martha's free hand and ran to the MRI room. Sure enough, the Judoon marched quickly behind.

Izzy burst through the door with Martha, the Judoon fast behind. As they filed in, Mrs. Finnegan let the Doctor drop. He hit the ground looking for all the world to be dead. "Now, see what you've done? This poor man just died of fright."

"Scan him!" A Judoon held his scanner to the Doctor. "Confirmation: deceased." Izzy's chest clenched tight.

"No, no!" She rushed to his side, laying her uninjured hand on his chest.

"Case closed." There has to be something… Why would he come in here if he didn't have a plan? No pulse, no blood. She's drained him dry!

"But it was her!" Martha called, desperate. "She killed him, she did it; she murdered him."

"Judoon have no authority over human crime." The captain said.

"But she's not human!" Izzy stood.

"Oh but I am. I've been catalogued." Mrs. Finnegan lifted her hand.

"Except you drank the Doctor's blood." Izzy reached for a Judoon scanner. She pressed the button and held it to Mrs. Finnegan's face, her expression determined.

"I don't mind. Scan all you like." A beep alerted the Judoon.

"Non-human." The captain called.

"What?" Mrs. Finnegan asked.

Izzy smiled triumphantly. "Confirm Analysis!" The rest of the Judoon lifted up their scanners to the old woman's face.

"But—that's a mistake, it's got to be. I'm human; I'm as human as they come." She attempted to reassure them, but her voice was panicked and shaky.

"He gave his life so they would find you." Izzy said with a sense of awe. She kneeled down to the Doctor again, new appreciation for the brave man clear in her face.

"Confirm: Plasmavore. Charged with the crime of murdering the child princess of Padrivole Regency Nine."

"And she deserved it." Mrs. Finnegan hissed. "Those pink cheeks, and those blonde curls, and that simpering voice! Oh, she was begging for the bite of a Plasmavore!"

"Then you confess?" The chief-rhino pressed.

"Confess? I'm proud of it! Slab! Stop them!" She ran past him and into the other room. The Slab moved to defend its master, but the Judoon leader lifted his gun and the leather slave burned to ashes.

"Verdict: Guilty. Sentence: Execution." Every Judoon took out their gun. Martha ducked down next to Izzy, who was leaning over the Doctor's body.

Mrs. Finnegan connected two orange cables before turning to the Judoon. "Enjoy your victory, Judoon, 'cause you're going to burn with me! Burn in hell!" Her scream carried on as the guns' lasers reached her and she burned to ash like her Slab.

"Case closed." The chief-thing said. Martha stood up.

"What did she mean burn with me? The scanner shouldn't be doing that, she's done something." The Judoon pulled out his scanner and directed it towards the pulsating machine. Izzy winced as another arc of electricity flashed.

"Scans detect lethal acceleration of mono-magnetic pulse."

"What are you standing there for then?" Izzy implored. "Do something! Stop it!"

He turned to look down at her in her position next to the Doctor. "Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate." The two girls looked at him, not believing the carelessness of the creatures.

"What?" Martha called. "But you can't just leave it! What's it gonna do?"

He ignored Martha. Into his scanner-turned-radio, he commanded. "All units withdraw."

They lined up marched out the door. Izzy moved her hand to the top of the Doctor's head. She had been so sure that he could help them, and now he seemed gone.

Martha rushed up to the doorway. "You can't just go!" she shouted after them. "That thing's gonna explode and it's your fault!"

Martha ran back in and knelt on the other side of the Doctor. "Two hearts! Izzy, help me."

Izzy lifted her useless left hand. "Way to be a doctor, Martha!" she congratulated breathlessly. "You pump, I'll breathe." She held the Doctor's nose with her right hand and opened his mouth. On Martha's count she took a deep breath and pushed it into the Doctor. What is with me and kissing aliens today?

After repeating the process several times, Martha collapsed, her body no longer able to stay awake.

Izzy saw black spots cloud her vision. She looked over to Martha and filled her lungs with one last gulp of air before sending it to the Doctor.

The Doctor took a ragged breath before coughing dryly. His eyes were red and his skin still pale, Izzy noticed. He was obviously still recovering.

Izzy slumped, her dark brunette hair finally falling out of the bun and into her face. "The scanner," Her vision swam and her lungs burned. "She's done something to the scanner." Her words grew weaker and weaker. She collapsed completely, but before she smacked her head on the ground, the Doctor caught her. Big cerulean blue eyes fluttered up at him. "Please," she rasped. "Please help Doctor." Her eyes closed completely, and the Doctor rested her gently on the ground.

He looked at the scanner. The MRI was buzzing with electricity; he could feel it in the whole building. Painfully, he lifted himself up and into the room and reached into his pocket. "Oh, the sonic!" His oxygen deprived brain had forgotten he had lost it. Looking back at the girls, he saw they were both unconscious and breathing dangerously shallow breaths. He looked again at the circuitry, grabbing the two main wires.

The Doctor took one last look at the scanner before shifting back to two wires, one blue and one red. He lifted up the blue one, "No." He dropped it, taking the red wire instead. He unplugged it, and immediately the electric buzz died down back to normal.

The Doctor coughed violently. Unfortunately, he was not yet fully recovered. He lifted Martha bridal style and walked her to the nearest ward with windows. After setting her on an empty bed, he jogged back—as well as we could in his state—and picked up little Izzy. He was glad she was so light—almost nothing—but he wondered if she was in fact malnourished. Still, in his weak state and after carrying Martha already, he didn't think he could handle anyone heavier.

Barely breathing now, Izzy curled slightly into him. With her pretty face relaxed, she looked much younger than her 25 years. His own face softened at the sight of her moving into him.

He moved to the window, next to the bed where he had laid down Martha. He watched the cylindrical ships start up and slowly take off. "Come on, come on, come on, come on, please, please. Come on Judoon, reverse it." He looked over his shoulder at Martha, then back down at the small woman in his arms. Suddenly, there was a flash of lighting and rain appeared sliding down the windows and the Doctor smiled. "It's raining, Izzy. It's raining on the moon."

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Martha and Izzy rested in the back of an ambulance. Both having gotten their fill of the oxygen mask, they waited and surveyed the scene. Everybody was meeting up with loved ones, and Izzy was struck with a rush of loneliness. Her cousin, Gael, was off on a business trip, so she was home alone. There was no way she was going back to Cade's place after what he did to her. This little adventure had made her forget how alone she was, and now that it was over, the emptiness was free to hit her again.

When the paramedic came over to release them, they stood. Martha seemed ready to find her sister, but Izzy lingered hesitantly, unsure of where to go.

"Hey, Izzy, do you have someplace to go?" Martha's voice startled her out of her musings.

"Well ah, no, not really, but I'll be fine. Have fun at your brother's party, Martha." She smiled and nodded for Martha to look behind her, where a girl was calling Martha's name.

Martha turned to see Tish, her sister. Martha smiled and listened to her fast paced fill-in on what happened on Earth while Izzy looked around. She caught a glimpse of the Doctor beyond the tape. He saw her looking and waved. She watched him enter a very blue phone box before she was interrupted again by Martha's voice.

"Izzy, if you don't have anywhere to be, why don't you come to my brother's twenty-first? We'd love to have you." Martha asked, and Tish's face behind her looked sincerely friendly.

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to intrude," she answered with a smile. Manners called for her to politely decline—after all, she had only known Martha Jones for a day—but really she would love to meet new people and not be in that empty flat by herself.

"No really, it's fine." Tish added, "in fact, as the official party-planners, we insist." She smiled, seeming pleased with herself.

"Well… okay!" Izzy flashed a grin excitedly and moved to follow them. She looked back to the Doctor's blue box, but she could no longer find it. Maybe the Doctor really was a wanderer; she doubted, though she very much wished otherwise, that she would ever see him again.

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Really, Izzy couldn't remember a time she had felt so welcomed. After picking up an outfit at home that Tish and Martha had helped her with, Martha had let her get ready at her flat. Martha's family wasn't the perfect picture of happiness, but it was such a change from just her and Gael that she welcomed the loud Jones crew.

She stood in front of the mirror, fingering her silver pocket-watch necklace. She wore a sharp black blazer with rolled-up sleeves wide enough to cover her neon cast—mostly. Underneath she wore a relaxed-fit soft green tank-top and her favorite dark-wash fitted jeans. Comfortable black thigh-high military style boots completed the ensemble. She pulled her dark chocolate hair into a relaxed chignon, leaving her blunt-cut bangs and a few loose tendrils in her face. Dark mascara played up her naturally long eyelashes and drew attention to her almost unnaturally blue eyes, contrasting her moonlight-pale skin. She had just finished putting on soft pink lip gloss when Martha called her.

"Izzy!" The girl in question grinned broadly in anticipation of her first social event in months. She tore down the stairs and out the door, surprising her host with her enthusiasm.

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"I am not staying in there to be insulted!" Annalise said. The quiet on the street was shattered by the sound of angry stomping heels fleeing from a small tavern.

"She didn't mean it sweetheart; she was just saying you look healthy." Clive amended rapidly.

Another tall woman followed them out. "No I did not. I said orange!" Francine interrupted; she was not even going to be nice to that plastic, yellow slip of a woman.

"Clive, that woman is disrespecting me! She never liked me!" Annalise's whiney voice rose in volume and she gave Francine a look more fitting of a petulant three-year-old.

"Oh, I can't think why, after you stole my husband!" Unfortunately Francine was adamant on being just as childish.

"I was seduced. I'm entirely innocent, tell her about it, babes!" The blonde implored, looking pleadingly to the distraught man in the middle.

Francine hadn't finished; Clive needed to see the worthlessness of this woman of his. "And then, she has to go at Martha and Izzy—who is our guest, by the way—and practically accused them of making the whole thing up!" Leo, Tish, Martha, and Izzy came out. Izzy was amazed at the ferocity of Martha's mother as she verbally attacked the woman. She wondered if she had something to do with starting the fight; after all, she was the new piece of their tightly-wound family circle.

"Mrs. Jones, really, I don't mind. I'm sorry I mentioned it," she tone apologetic as she moved to placate the quarreling adults.

"Oh, 'I've been to the moon!', as if – they were drugged, it said so in the news!"Annalise continued on, ignoring everything but her own opinion. Izzy was slightly disgusted by how easily the media could sway the weak minded.

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

"Make her apologize!" Annalise demanded, facing Clive.

"Annalise started it. She did, I heard her." Tish said her piece.

"I can't make her do anything!" Clive responded, ignoring his daughter, still stuck between his ex-wife and his girlfriend.

"Tish, don't make it worse." Leo sighed.

"Come off it Leo, what did she buy you? Soap! A 75 pence soap!" Tish refused to be placated.

The family reached its breaking point and they split.

"Oh I'm never talking to your family again!" Annalise called, clopping across the street.

Clive yelled back. "Annalise, don't you dare! I'm putting my foot down! This is me putting my foot down!" He stomped uselessly before following after her. He seemed to be following an unruly child rather than his grown girlfriend.

"Dad, come on…" Leo said, following his still-stomping father

"Have a nice party, Clive." Francine shouted after her ex-husband. "Go on, cavort with your little piece, make a fool of yourself. God knows you've been doing it for twenty five years, why stop now?"

Tish ran to comfort her. "Oh Mum, don't, I asked the DJ and he's playing that song later, he's playing Popcorn, like we did when we were little. Don't go…"

Martha and Izzy were left in the wake. Izzy was stunned, and looked to Martha as if wondering if she was going to run off, too. Martha just sighed exasperatedly. Izzy slid her eyes off her new friend and out to the street, catching the eye of a tall man leaning against the entrance to the alley. He smiled and her returning grin split her pretty face. She nudged Martha, and the slightly taller woman followed her gaze.

They both set off after him as soon as her turned away. They followed into the alley and sped their pace, Izzy having to stretch her short legs into longer strides to keep up. Rounding the corner, they stopped, the atmosphere hushed as they looked at the Doctor leaning against a blue police box.

Izzy walked forward slowly, her eyes glued to the wooden box. It was the perfect blue, and somehow she felt calmed and comforted by it. Martha stayed back; her expression finally relaxed after all the yelling.

"We went to the moon today." She said finally. Izzy paused to look back at her.

The Doctor's eyes were on Martha, bemused. "A bit more peaceful than down here."

"You never told us who you really are." She began to walk to him.

"The Doctor." Izzy and the Doctor spoke in unison, earning the Irish girl a look.

"But what sort of species? It's not every day I get to ask that." Martha continued, a smile playing on her lips.

"I'm a Time Lord."

"Right." Martha said, and Izzy circled the box, running her fingers along the side. "Not pompous at all, then…"

He grinned. "I just thought… Since, you've two saved my life—and I have a brand new sonic screwdriver," he pulled out a new metal device, "which needs road-testing… You might fancy a trip?"

"In your ship?" Izzy questioned, popping her head around the side opposite the Doctor and earning a quizzical look from him.

"What? Into space?" Martha asked.

"Well," he allowed.

"But… Ican't," As she listed the strings keeping her there, Izzy realized that she herself had very few. "I've got exams. I've got things to do, I've got to go into town this week and pay the rent. And I've got my family going mad…"

The Doctor looked over to Izzy. "My cousin's always away, she wouldn't mind." She held up her casted arm. "This is a gift from my boyfriend," she said bitterly. "I wouldn't mind escaping from him forever."

She saw a flash of distaste in the Doctor's face, but he quickly looked away to Martha. "If it helps, I can travel in time as well," he said.

"Get out of here." Martha said, not believing him at all. Izzy just stepped back, a wild smile growing on her face.

"I can." The Doctor said.

"Space and time? Seriously?" Izzy was still grinning excitedly.

"Come on. That's going too far." Martha still could not begin to believe that. She looked doubtfully over at Izzy's bright smile.

"I'll prove it." He turned into the box and shut the door behind him. Izzy could hear the sound of labored mechanical breathing as the box began to fade. She backed away and when it had completely faded, Martha walked up to the place it had been. She had just put her hand through the empty space when the sound started up again and wind whipped their faces. Martha backed up again, and the Doctor's box became solid.

The Doctor stepped out. Hanging from his hand was his tie. "Told ya."

"No, but… That was this morning. But… Did you? Oh my God, You can travel through time… But hold on: if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go into work?"

"Wouldn't that be a paradox?" Izzy interrupted. The Doctor looked at her, surprised.

"Right," he nodded to her. "Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks."

"And that's your spaceship?" Martha asked. She walked closer and ran her fingers against it like Izzy had done previously.

"It's called the TARDIS."

"Your spaceship is made of wood. There's not much room—we'd be a bit intimate." Izzy's eyes danced with laughter as she waited for the Doctor's response.

"Take a look." He pushed the door open. I wasn't expecting that. Martha walked in with an awed look on her face. Izzy and the Doctor followed.

Izzy made room for Martha as she ran outside again, looking around. "No, no, no… But it's just a box! But it's huge! How's it do that?" The Doctor just watched. "It's wood! It's a box with that room just… crammed in." Her face filled with awe and disbelief. "It's bigger on the inside." Izzy saw the Doctor mouth the words as Martha spoke.

"Is it? I hadn't noticed." The Doctor closed the doors before throwing his trench in the crook of a coral-like column.

"She's beautiful." Izzy twirled around on the spot trying to take in every inch at once. She paused, facing the Doctor, "That's what you call a ship, right? She? Well, anyway, the TARDIS is some ship." She grinned and stroked the coral column holding the Doctor's coat.

The Doctor watched her and he began to press buttons on the console, pleased by her appreciation of his ship. "Let's get going then." Izzy circled the controls, her hands ghosting over different buttons and levers.

"Ma would've loved this," she whispered to herself, unsure as to why she even said it out loud.

"But… Is there a crew? Like, a navigator and stuff, where is everyone?" Martha continued to wander around the room.

"Just me." The Doctor said, still fiddling.

"All on your own?" Martha asked. Izzy's turn about the console had brought her next to him.

"Well," he refused to meet her eyes. "Sometimes I have… guests. I mean, some friends, travelling along side. I had, it was recently, a friend of mine. Rose, her name was Rose, and… We were together… Anyway." The Doctor looked up to reach for a rotating monitor, and his glance flickered across the short girl's face. Her expression startled him. The blue eyes locked onto his face were so brilliantly compassionate, as if she knew exactly what he was leaving out. Yet it seemed like she was looking through him, too; gazing with pain-filled eyes at something beyond what he could see.

He shifted his gaze to the screen. "Where is she now?" Martha asked.

"With her family. Happy! She's fine… She's… Not that you're replacing her!" He pointed at Martha "Not that either of you are replacing her." He turned around to point at Izzy but his finger drooped when he saw she still had that look in her eyes.

"Never said we were." Izzy's voice was quiet; still compassionate, still somewhat distant.

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

"Well, you're the one that kissed me. Well me, then Izzy." The Doctor turned his eyes to Martha.

"That was genetic transfer."

Izzy laughed, her voice musical. "They didn't even scan me! Martha was distraction enough. You just wanted practice," she teased, turning and skipping away from responding scowl.

"And if you will wear a tight suit." Martha continued, moving closer.

"Now, don't." he scolded.

"And then, you travel across the whole universe just to ask her on a date." Izzy added. She had skipped a full turn around the console and stood smiling next to Martha.

"Stop it," he warned the two.

"For the record, I'm not remotely interested. I only go for humans." The Doctor smiled.

"I have a bad track record with men." She pointed out, absentmindedly itching under her cast. "Experience has taught me to stay away from cute ones like you." Her teasing smile was blinding as she slumped down into a nearby chair.

"Good." Whether to the backwards compliment or the assertion that he would not be chased after, he smiled. He didn't want to point out to the pale beauty that he technically wasn't a man: he was a whole other species. But now that the subject was dropped, he thought it wisest not to bring it up again.

"Close down the Gravitic Anomalyser. Fire up the Helmic Regulator. And finally… the handbrake!" He rested his hand on a large-ish lever. Looking at his guests, he smiled expectantly. "Ready?"

"No." Martha said smiling.

"Yes," Izzy voiced at the same time, her smile ever wider.

"Off we go!" he said, and pulled. The ship lurched violently and Izzy was flung off the chair and onto the console next to the Doctor, still wearing her bright smile. I always loved roller coasters.

"Blimey! It's a bit bumpy!" Martha called out.

The Time Lord offered a hand for her to shake "Welcome aboard, Miss Jones."

Martha took the hand. "It's my pleasure, Mr. Smith."

The Doctor crossed his body to give a hand to the woman on his right. "And you, Miss Brannen."

She laughed. "Oh I knew you'd be fun!" She held on tight to the TARDIS as they hurtled through space and time.

A/N: I now fully appreciate the good authors of this fandom. Twenty pages in Word and this is only one episode. One! Plus it takes forever since I have to watch the episode over again to get the direct quotes right. All that effort, and I'm only just inserting my character! She has her own storyline and I will be weaving it in throughout the season, don't you worry.

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This is not another, "She's a Time Lady hidden as a human!" fic. I am not a hardcore Whoovian (in fact, I watched series 5 first and originally refused to watch the 10th doctor because everyone was going on about how great David Tennant was and I didn't want to fall in love with one Doctor when I knew he was just going to leave. But after going here, I knew I had to watch the previous seasons. As a result, I love both Ten and Eleven each in a "slightly different individual way.") but it still bothers me when people bring in a character that they make into another Time Lord who survived the war. Really, if you counted up the OC Time Lords there would be enough to populate Gallifrey 2. When the Doctor says he's the last, he really means the last. Besides the Master, who the writers can bring back and kill off whenever they like.

Anyways. Reviews are welcome, but not required. Though I doubt anyone will choose to read this fic in the sea of 25,015 already out there, I am not one who requires readership in order to write. Then nothing would ever be written!

Lots o' love, Ellie

P.S. If you recognize the quote in my note, give a shout and tell me who you think said it. I like to know who my fellow fanatics are