Well, 2 Doctor who stories withen 24 hours. I guess the other one was a oneshot so that didn't really count...

This story takes place EXACTLY after the Lazarus Experement, actually partically in it...

Also, Saxon is in office.

Lazarus' machine was the entire problem.

The reason why the screaming and genetic disorders were happening or the reason why Martha and Tish now stood below the bell tower, clutching one another in panic as the human-monster lunged, before shrieking in pain at the sharp and loud vibrations the organ gave off.

Martha and Tish watched in fascinated horror as the creature screamed and fell, clutching it's humanoid head as it hit the ground hard, turning back into the real and recognizable human form.

The two shared breathless smiles before making their way down towards the ground floor, where the Doctor was already walking, looking down at the broken and dead form of Lazarus, turning away with a masked emotion in his eyes.

"Doctor!" He turned, looking at the two running and smiling girls before letting himself give a small smile, a nod to let them know he had heard.

A few small words thrown back and forth before Martha knew something was wrong.

His eyes, his eyes were almost black and slightly clouded, as if he was seeing something they weren't. Tish frowned and craned her neck, trying to see what he was, but nothing was there. Old stone and pews along the walkway, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Doctor?" Martha asked, almost questioningly, he stiffened for a moment before blinking quickly and throwing another dry smile.

"Come along now, your mother probably wants to know that you're alive." He responded rather cheerily, walking down the isle rather stiffly, before moving towards the doors, swinging them open and giving a slight wince that Martha only noticed due to her medical training.

Moments later, she was held by her sobbing mother, peeking over her shoulder to the Doctor who was leaned against a nearby wall, hands trembling slightly and his eyes were closed.

Was it just her, or was his skin paler?

She was angry, Martha's mom stormed over, not noticing in the slightest how sickly the Doctor looked, and not caring in the least as her hand collided with the side of his face, causing him to gasp in pain- exreme amounts, Martha noticed- and cringe back, leaning against the wall for support.

Martha's mum backed away, looking at the Doctor in strange concern now, Martha hurried over, pressing her hand against his forehead and gasping at how hot it was- human temperature. A fever for Time Lords.

"He's burning up!" Martha gasped, quickly trying to find out the reason for the medical problem, or at least find out what was wrong.

The Doctor turned, roughly trying to shove her away as he gasped once more in pain and closed his eyes, hands trembling steadily.

"Martha? Martha dear, what's wrong!" Martha's mother demanded, now genially concerned for the Doctor as he tried to push himself upright to his feet, he flashed his eyes open, but there was something wrong with them.

They were Hazel, lighter in color than the deep sad brown that always seemed to be mourning. He blinked quickly and looked away from the bright light Martha suddenly had shinning in his eyes.

As he turned his head, the color seemed to shift, turning a light blue with a steely grey over the top, but that was a reflection, it had to be!

"Doctor, look at me." Martha almost begged but he twitched once more in pain and tried to back away, back arching in unknown pain and his jaw clicking shut as he held back a shout.

"What's wrong Martha?" Tish demanded, almost shaking herself in this strange scene.

"I don't know! He's not physically ill that I can tell!" She argued, trying to help him into an upright position in which he shrugged himself out of.

"Lazarus was such a smart man- twisted, but smart." The Doctor growled, wincing once more and stopping the shout of pain in its tracks.

"What are you talking about?" Tish demanded, breathing turning into a quick pace as she began to freak, but Martha leaned down, inclining his head and trying to help him as well as she could.

"My DNA." He gasped, withering once more as he struggled to sit upright, Tish eventually got the point and hurried over, offering to help set him upright on the ground.

"Triple Helix, lets us absorb energy from the Untempered Schysm." He gasped, crying out in pain as his hand twitched, by now, Martha's mother was gasping and completely unsure of what to do. Martha was silent, desperately hoping for something that would help in a way.

"The reflected energy-" He gasped and cried out once more, a sheen of sweat on his brow "- was made for non humans- different DNA strands."

Martha's eyes widened as she got to her feet, trying to lift the Doctor up and yelping under his weight.

"God, you'd expect him to be lighter!" She grunted, getting Tish to help as they moved towards the car her mother drove to get here, ignoring the questions fired at her.

He groaned, swatting at his head and blinking his strange hazel eyes, which turned blue when looking at them in a specific light or at an angel.

It frightened Martha honestly.

"Martha, what is going on!" Martha gulped before biting her lip to look at her mother, not really sure of what exactly she was to say.

"Mum, I-" She stopped, looking back at the tired and weak form of the Doctor who was sprawled next to her along the bench seat in the back of their car, Tish in the front and her mother driving, sending rather stern looks at her from the mirror.

"Look mum, the bloke needs help; can't we just wait a while?" Tish begged, sending a look to Martha which she nodded too, sending her thanks quickly.

Martha's mother huffed once but pushed down slightly harder on the accelerator back to their house.

By the time the car was parked, the Doctor couldn't walk without help; he was thrashing about in pain more and more, whimpering loudly at every single touch.

As soon as he was set on the couch, Martha's mum turned, eyes blazing and teeth ready to snap at anyone.

"Okay! I want the true story now!" She barked, crossing her arms and looking at the Doctor with narrowed eyes.

He whimpered once more.

"Well mum….he's not exactly….human." Martha winced at the way she said it, watching Tish as she screamed and jumped back, pointing and shaking.

"He's one of those things!"
She screamed, looking for something to attack with.

"No! That thing was a human- an incredibly messed up human!" Martha shouted, holding up her arms to try and protect the Ill Doctor.

"Martha, stop telling such foolish lies!" Her mother growled, crossing her arms as if she was not fooled in the slightest. Martha sighed and the Doctor cracked his eyes open, still Hazel, and moaned loudly.

"Doctor!" Martha exclaimed, rushing over to see if he was okay.

"Martha." He groaned, blinking away the persistent fog in his eye.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you!" She asked, almost panicking as her medical knowledge didn't help in the slightest.

"Lazarus' machine was made to shorten the age of cells in one's body. It was made for a double Helix DNA strand, I have three. The thirds in charge of a little trick our kind has." He grunted, clenching his hand into a fist.

"Hold on, do you really expect me to believe that you are a….an alien?" Martha's mother asked with a snort, crossing her arms and glaring in disbelief.

"Better believe it, Mrs. Jones-"The Doctor let out a large gasp and scrunched his face up.

"Cause Lazarus' machine broke into my genetic code- I'm degenerating."