Penelope Vivian Walker was bored. She had already spent a week in the hospital, and she wasn't looking forward to staying there for another week or so. Luckily for her, a new patient was being stationed on the other side of the room.Penelope focused her attention on a book her nurse had brought her, apparently, it was her daughter's favorite book before she went to collage.

The book was called Good Omens, and Penelope was having trouble focusing on the words when there was a perfectly interesting person within ten feet of her. She couldn't remember the last time she had spoken to someone who didn't work at the hospital. Actually, she couldn't remember ever talking to someone who didn't work at the hospital. Amnesia is a riot.

She glanced over her book at the other side of the room and tried to subtly look at the man who now occupied the right half of the room.

"Hello." The man said. So much for being subtle.

"Hi." She said, looking back down at her book, rereading the same sentence she had been trying to read for ten minutes.

"Ah, Good Omens!" The man said suddenly, grinning at her. "That's a lovely book, just as funny 100 years after being published." He said.

Penelope narrowed her eyes in thought, the wording of the book was relatively modern, there was no way the book was one hundred years old. She looked at the copyright page. "This book was published in the 90's." She said.

"Yep!" He agreed. He turned his head to look out the window, it was just beginning to grow dark out. He hummed to himself, looking to be in deep thought, a pensive look on his face.

Penelope pushed down her confusion at the man and turned back to her book, finally managing to immerse herself in the story.

Penelope woke up with a stifled gasp at three in the morning. She looked around wildly, trying to find the familiar... she didn't quite know. Her heart raced and she breathed heavily as she looked around the hospital room. Her gaze rested on the man in the other bed, sitting up and looking through the window. To her surprise, the man didn't turn and question her, like all the doctors and nurses did when she woke up.

Instead, without looking away from the window, he said which constellations were above them both. When he had said them all, he recited the history of them one by one. Penelope found something about it familiar, but she couldn't place what. She focused on calming herself down as she listened to odd stories of the stars.

His voice sounded different from how it had before. Before it had been loud, excited, and even a bit curious. Now, his voice felt like soothing waves. He spoke until the sun began to rise and the nurses made their rounds, checking each of their vitals and telling them both to sleep, which neither did. Instead, each seemed to be immersed in thought, the man, who she had discovered to be named John, was back to gazing out the window. Penelope was once again trying to read her book, but just as she began to get into the plot, a gaggle of medical students entered.

Penelope had met each of the medical students before, but her favorite was Martha Jones. The reason for this should be obvious, she never made Penelope feel uncomfortable, or ask rude questions about her Amnesia, unlike Mark, who frequently was assigned to her.

This was no exception. Mark was a decent fellow, just overly curious. "Hey, Penny!" Mark said. Penelope tried not to roll her eyes at the nickname. "How are you today?" He picked up her clipboard and didn't wait for her to answer. "I see they still don't know if you'll regain your memories." He said. John looked over, curious, now determined to listen in.

"Yep." Penelope said.

"And how are those migraines?" Mark asked.

"Eh." She shrugged, noncommittally. "Nothing that peace and quiet can't fix." She said, not wanting to answer any more questions.

"Well, I'll only be a bit longer, Penny." Mark said happily, going to check her vitals. After he did that, he checked her breathing. He smiled at her when he finished, putting his hand out for a high five.

Penelope pretended she didn't notice it. From across the room, John was looking increasingly amused.

"Mr. John Smith checked himself into the hospital last night with severe abdominal pains." Penelope looked over, catching John's eye. He didn't act like someone who had severe pain. She had met tons over her week at the hospital, they didn't talk much, they mostly left the telly on to try and distract them.

Martha was chosen to check up on him, but she simply looked at him confused.

"That wasn't very smart of you," She said. "Going outside this morning and taking your tie off."

"That wasn't me," John said, looking even more curious than before. "I've been in bed all morning, ask Penny." He said, picking up her nickname as if they were lifelong friends.

Martha turned to look at Penny, who nodded after a moment of thought, she would have noticed if he had left.

"Do you have a brother?" Martha asked.

"Not anymore," He said, a forced smile on his face. "It's just me." He said.

The instructor cut in. Penny had always disliked the man, he was rude, and didn't necessarily care about the patients he was helping. To make it worse, he always picked on the women students, acting as though it was wrong for them to want to study to become doctors.

Martha struggled to respond and made her way over to John to check his heartbeat, but she seemed to be having trouble. Martha winced as another insult was thrown her way.

"Oi." Penny said before she could stop herself. The gaggle of students and the instructor tuned to her, as well as John. "Shut up, mate. Martha's easily your best student and you know it. Don't think I haven't noticed your behavior; I am fully capable of reporting you."

"For what?" He scoffed.

"For your blatant sexist actions towards your students and patients alike." She glared at him.

He huffed and reached for John's clipboard, dropping it when he got shocked. He quickly changed the subject, asking his students who had discovered electricity.

"Benjamin Franklin!" John said happily. Penny tried to make sense of what he said after that, but he just sounded crazy. At the look on the instructor's face, she cut in.

"Oh! Yes, I remember that, John! You told about that book you were writing! You'll have to let me read it when I get out of here!" She said, making sure the instructor could hear.

By the look on the instructor's face, he seemed to no longer want to send him to a psych. eval. And more just want to leave, so he did, the gaggle of med students following him. Martha, however, stayed behind a moment.

"Thank you, Ms. Walker." She said.

"Don't worry about it, but please don't call me Ms. Walker, my names' Penelope."

"Alright, Penelope." She said with a grin. She nodded at her and left to follow the others.

Penelope went pick her book back up but stopped when she saw John staring at her. "Why'd you tell them I'm an author?" Penelope looked at him like he was crazy.

"Why'd you tell them you'd met Benjamin Franklin? They were about to send you for a psychological evaluation! You're my first real company since I came here, I'd rather you not be carted away already." She said, shrugging.

John snorted, fidgeting with a small metal rod in the hand furthest from her, assuming she didn't notice it. Penny did, in fact, notice it, but she didn't say anything, not believing that that was what she should be focusing on when she could see through the window behind him that the rain was going up.

"What the fuck." She said, causing John to follow her gaze.

Penny reached for the sensors placed on her arms and took them off, ignoring the alarm they gave off. She stood from her bed, John still looking out the window as if he didn't see anything odd. She reached for the curtains in between their beds and reached for them, drawing them closed. She reached for the backpack on the chair beside her bed and pulled out the clothes that had been packed there. She couldn't possibly ask around the hospital in the gown they gave her.

She changed in record timing (which didn't mean much, as she couldn't remember how quickly she used to change) and walked to the door, hearing a shuffling from John's side of the room. She waited a moment for John to finish changing, as he had evidently had the same idea as her. She was proved right when John snapped the curtains back, now dressed in a suit and tie.

Penny was not embarrassed to admit that she took a minute to appreciate his looks. He rose a brow at her look, but Penny didn't respond, turning on her heel and walking out the door, knowing John wouldn't be too far behind her.

Before they could make it far, the building shook, throwing Penny to the ground and making John stagger. Without a thought, he offered her a hand up. She took it, hauling herself to her feet and looking around to see if anyone else had fallen, but their hallway was surprisingly empty, just them. Penny retraced her steps, going back to her room and looking through the window.

"Oh." She said.

"What?" John said, looking as well. "Oh." He said.

"We're on the moon."

"It would appear that way, wouldn't it?"

Penny glanced up at him, noting the lack of shock on his face. "It would, yeah." She agreed after a moment.

He glanced down at her, meeting her grey eyes. "You don't seem very shocked."

"Neither do you."

He shrugged walking closer to the window, standing so that the curtains would block him from anyone entering the room. Penny joined him, looking out and seeing the Earth.

"Lovely." She said. "I've always wanted to go to space."

"You have?" John asked, amusement in his eyes.

"I have no clue." She smirked. "I can't remember my birthday, let alone my aspirations." He snorted, going quiet as two people entered the room.

"It's real. It's really real!" The voice of Martha Jones said, she stepped towards the window they were next to. "Hold on." She went to open it, but was stopped before she got close enough to see the two.

"Don't! We'll lose all the air!" A panicked voice that Penny could vaguely recognize said.

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

John took this moment to step away from the curtain, directing his attention to Martha Jones and the very panicked lady next to her. "Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"

Penny stepped out as well. "Martha Jones, John." She informed. John nodded at her before turning back to them."Well then, Martha Jones, how are we still breathing?"

The woman next to Martha looked between the other three. "We can't be!" She said, freaking out more than Penny did when she woke up with no memory.

"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time." John snapped Turing his attention to Penny. "You've been here longer than me. Is there a balcony on this floor? A veranda?"

"They won't let me leave the room, so I'm not sure." John nodded, turning to Martha with an expectant expression.

"Oh, uh, yeah- by the patient's lounge."

"Fancy going out?" He asked Martha.

"Okay," Martha said.

"Might be dangerous." He edged her on.

"Might not." Martha countered.

John suddenly grinned. "Good. Come on." He looked back to the other woman who was now sitting against the wall. "Not her. She'd slow us down." He added happily.

Martha sighed and led the other two down the hallway to the balcony.

"We've got air." Martha said. "How does that work?"

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Jones." Penny said, leaning against the door while John and Martha looked from the railings.

"Just be glad it does." John said, agreeing with her.

"I've got a party tonight. My brother's Turing twenty one. My mother's going to be really, really..." She didn't finish her sentence.

"You okay?" John asked.

"Yeah."

"Sure?"

"... Yeah."

"... Want to go back in?"

Martha spoke without hesitation, "No way... I mean, we could die any moment, but all the same, it's beautiful."

"You think?" John asked.

" How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are." She said. John Turing to look back at Penny, who was now looking up at the stars with a look on her face that was somewhere between wonderment and annoyance.

Penny didn't notice the eyes on her, too busy trying to understand the sense of familiarity she got while looking at the stars, For all she knew, she really did want to travel through space, but she couldn't remember it for shit. Half of her wanted to keep counting the stars, but she knew she wouldn't be able to.

John turned back to Martha. "Standing in the earthlight."

"What do you think happened?" Martha asked him. Penny listened in, curious.

"What do you think?" He asked back.

"Extraterrestrial." She said. "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."

Penny's head shot to Martha. The doctors had told her about her connection to Canary Wharf.

"I'm sorry." John said.

"Yeah." Martha said absentmindedly.

"My brother was there. That's what I was told, at least."

"I was there, in the battle." John admitted, eyes down.

"I promise you, Mister Smith, Penelope, 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." John said casually.

"Who are you, then?"

"I'm the Doctor."

Penny rose an eyebrow. Doctor is hardly a usual name, but John Doctor had a certain ring to it, Penny thought.

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

"Just the Doctor." He smiled tightly.

"How do you mean, just the Doctor?" Marth was looking more confused by the second. Penny, on the other hand, figured it would be easier if she just went with it. If John wanted to be called "Doctor" then she would do so.

"Just the Doctor."

"What, people call you the Doctor?"

"If it's his name, I can imagine why they call him that." She snarked.

"Yeah." He agreed with Martha's earlier question.

"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."

"How are you so sure he isn't a doctor? Maybe that's where the name comes from." Penny pointed out.

"I knew I liked you." The Doctor grinned at her. Penny rolled her eyes, they didn't even know each other.

He turned to Martha. "Still, I'd better make a start, then. Let's have a look. There must be some sort of..." He picked a rock off the ground and threw it up, hitting some sort of field surrounding the building. "Forcefield keeping the air in." He finished.

"Wonderful, we all can die of asphyxiation when the air runs out."

"She's right, that bubbles sealing us in. This is the only air we've got." Martha said. "What happens when it runs out?" She asked the Doctor.

"How many people in this hospital?"

"A thousand, give or take." Penny said, thinking about the size of the building.

"Yeah, about a thousand." Martha confirmed.

"One thousand people suffocating."

"Why would anyone do that?"

"Power, money-" Penny began to list off, but was cut off.

"Heads up!" The Doctor called, pointing at a huge ship that was landing. "Ask them yourself."

"Aliens!" Martha cried. "Real, proper aliens!" Figures began leaving the ship.

The Doctor froze in his spot. "Judoon." He said lowly.

The Doctor led them to the loby, where they watched from above as the Judoon's interacted with the terrified people.

"Oh, look down there." The Doctor pointed to the gift shop. "You've got a little shop! I like a little shop."

"Never mind that," Martha said, putting them back on track. "What are Judoon?"

"They're like police." He paused. "Well, police for hire." He corrected. "They're more like interplanety thugs." He amended again.

"That doesn't explain why we're on the moon, Doc." Penny said, receiving a glare from the Doctor at the name.

"Don't call me that." He huffed. "It's neutral territory. According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it." He explained to Penny. "That rain, lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."

"Yeah, obviously." Penny said sarcastically. "Should've known. H2O scoops are the oldest trick in the book." Neither the Doctor nor Martha paid any mind to her.

"What are you on about?" Martha cut in. "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," The Doctor started, "But I like that. Good thinking." He praised Martha halfheartedly. "I wish it were that simple. They're making a catalogue. That means they're after something non human, which is very bad news for me."

Both Penny and Martha turned to stare at him, with very different thoughts about this revelation. Martha was not willing to believe it, he looked human after all, but Penny was a bit different.

Penny's thoughts were more on the line of, "Are names like the Doctor usual where he's from, or is he considered just as odd there as he is here?" After all, him being an alien made some weird sort of sense to her, as if she should have realized it ages ago.

"Why?" Martha questioned before the penny dropped. "Oh, you're kidding me! Don't be ridiculous." Both the Doctor and Penny stared at her. "Stop looking at me like that!" She looked to Penny. "Surely you don't believe this!"

Penny shrugged. "Not the weirdest thing that's happened to me." She said without a thought. "Not that I would know about the weirdest thing to happen to me." She muttered to herself bitterly.

"Come on then." The Doctor said, leading them to a filing room.

Penny sighed, following the two strangers in what could be her last few hours alive.

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A/N

Chapter one of Time Is Relative, hope you all liked it!!

Feel free to tell me if I messed up any grammar!

See you all next time!

-Jamie