Welcome to the second chapter of my DW-Fic.

I hope you'll enjoy 'Smith and Jones' with Emma.

„Well then, Mr. and Mrs. Smith-", started Mr. Stoker

"We're not married. We're siblings. How often do I have to repeat that?", I asked.

"However, how are you today, Mister and Miss Smith?", Mr. Stoker asked, putting on a fake smile.

"Thank you…", I muttered.

"Ah, not so bad. Still a bit, you know… bleh.", said the Doctor

I shook my head when Mr. Stoker started saying "John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."

A dark-skinned medical student stepped forward, pulling her stethoscope off from around her neck, "That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?", she asked the Doctor and me.

"Sorry?" the Doctor frowned.

"On Chancery Street this morning. You came up to me and took your tie off. You picked it up", the last part was directed toward me.

"Really? What did we do that for?", I asked.

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

"Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses and Mrs. Smith over here.", the Doctor grinned at my annoyed look.

"Well, that's weird, 'cos it looked like you. Have you got a brother and a sister?"

"No, not any more. Now I only got my lovely sister Emma. Well, even though everyone thinks she's my wife.", again I glared at him.

"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones," Mr. Stoker remarked.

"Sorry," she nodded, bashful, "Right…" she put her stethoscope to the left of Doctor's chest, looking puzzled for a moment, before moving it to his right side. Her eyes widened as she heard a second heart beating. She looked at the Doctor who merely winked at her.

"I weep for further generations," Stoker sighed, "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 and snapped his hand back, receiving a small shock.

"That happened to me this morning," Martha remarked.

"I had the same thing on the door handle," one of her fellow male students, Morgenstern, added.

"And me, on the lift," another student, a young woman, Swales, nodded.

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

"Benjamin Franklin," I replied.

"Correct!"

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

"Quite..." Stoker trailed, eyeing the Doctor, concerned for his mental state if he thought he knew Ben Franklin.

"...and then I got electrocuted!"

"Ignore him. He has a rather active imagination.", I said with a sweet smile

"Moving on," Stoker nodded, "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric," he whispered to one of the nurses before continuing, "And next we have…"

When he was out of sight I looked at the Doctor expectantly and he grinned at me. He nodded his head and nearly jumped out of his bed.

We went to explore the hospital. After a while we came across a window and I looked at it.

"Strange. When I came in like 20 minutes ago the sky was nearly cloudless. And now it's pouring out of buckets.", I stated.

The Doctor looked over my shoulder and furrows his brows, "I've got the strangest feeling we'll find out soon enough.", then he went on. I quickly followed him. After another while the Doctor stopped in front of a room and looked inside. I looked inside as well and saw this Jones-girl. Behind her was the other medical student called Swales. The Doctor started walking again and I followed. I felt like a dog, following its owner. I was cut off my thought, as the building started shaking violently.

I was instantly swept off my feet. When the shaking stopped, the Doctor helped me up and we ran back toward the ward he was lying in. He ran toward his ward and closed the curtains behind me. Then he started to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you doing?", I hissed.

Before the Doctor could answer Jones started saying. "Alright, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. It's real. It's really real. Hold on!"

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

"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?"

The Doctor pulled aside the bed curtain, now fully dressed in a blue suit, "Very good point! Brilliant, in fact"

"What was your name?", I asked blushing from seeing the Doctor naked.

"Martha."

"And it was Jones, wasn't it?" the Doctor asked and she nodded, "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be!" Swales cried.

"Obviously we are so don't waste my time."

"You're being rude again.", I aid and gave the Doctor a pointed look.

"Yeah, yeah. However, Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or..."

"By the patients' lounge, yeah," Martha nodded.

"Fancy going out?"

"Okay."

"We might die.", I pointed out.

"We might not."

"You're good. Well c'mon!" he cheered, but glanced at Swales, "Not her, she'd hold us up."

I took an annoyed breath and the Doctor grinned at me, as we left the room, Martha leading the way to the patients' lounge. We paused a moment before pushing open the doors and stepping out onto the balcony.

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

"Just be glad it does," the Doctor remarked as I leaned over the ledge looking at the surface of the moon.

"I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's 21st. My mother's going to be really...really…"

"You okay?", I asked her concerned.

"Yeah."

"Sure?", the Doctor asked.

"Yeah."

"Want to go back in?"

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

"You think?"

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

"Standing in the Earthlight.", I mused.

"What do you think happened?", Martha asked.

"What do you think?", the Doctor asked.

"Extraterrestrial," Martha said firmly, "It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded man, 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."

The Doctor frowned, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

"I was there. In the battle."

"I promise you, Mr. Smith, Miss 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?" Martha eyed them.

"We're not siblings.", I said.

"So you are married."

"Hell, no. We just met yesterday… kind of."

"I'm the Doctor.", said the Doctor, before Martha could ask further.

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

"Just the Doctor."

"How do you mean, just the Doctor?"

"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."

"Well, I'd better make a start, then," he grabbed a rock, "Let's have a look," he tossed it out and hit an invisible wall, "Thought so…some sort of force field keeping the air in."

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

"How many people in this hospital?" the Doctor looked at her.

"I don't know, a thousand?"

"One thousand people. Suffocating."

"Why would anyone do that?"

"Ask them yourself," the Doctor remarked, looking up as three black ships started to lower out of the sky, just outside the bubble. People ran to the windows, looking out, as they landed and creatures in black armour and helmets marched out towards the hospital.

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

"Judoon," the Doctor nodded. With that he took my hand dragged me behind him. Martha ran behind us, wanting to find out what we were up to.

The Doctor, Martha and I crouched down by a potted plant on the second floor of the hospital, looking down into the reception area where the Judoon were entering. People ran and cowered, hiding from them, especially when the chief Judoon removed his helmet to reveal what looked like a rhinoceros, "Bo sco fo do no kro blo co sho ro!"

"We are citizens of planet Earth. We welcome you in peace…" the Judoon pushed him up against a wall and shown a light in his face, "Please don't hurt me, I was just trying to help, I'm sorry, don't hurt me, please don't hurt me."

The Judoon pulled the light away, playing his words back before locking the device in a small compartment on his collar, "Language assimilated. Designation Earth English. You will be catalogued," he shined the light at the man's face again before drawing a cross on the back of his hand, "Category: human. Catalogue all suspects."

The other Judoon followed his order, walking up to people and shining their lights at them, marking the back of their hands, identifying them as human in doing so.

"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop," the Doctor remarked as as they watched the Judoon, "I like a little shop."

"Not the time Doctor.", I said.

Martha hissed, "What are Judoon?"

"Galactic police," the Doctor muttered. "Well, police for hire," the Doctor added, "More like interplanetary thugs."

"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha frowned.

"Neutral territory," the Doctor looked at her, "According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, so they isolated us. That rain? Lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."

"What's that about 'galactic law?'" Martha eyed him, "Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"

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

"Why?" we looked at her, "Oh, you're kidding me… Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that."

"Come on, then," he stood up, pulling me up with him and left.

The Doctor sat in front of a computer with the sonic, examining it while I stood at his side, watching. Martha ran in, "They've reached third floor. What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver," he remarked.

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

"No, really, it is," he turned to her, holding it up, "It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look."

"What else have you got? A laser spanner?"

"I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman…" he hit the computer, "Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon," he mumbled, "We were just travelling past, I swear, we were just wandering, we weren't looking for trouble, honestly, we weren't, but… I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and I saw that lightning, been building up for two days now, so I checked in, thought something was going on inside, it turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above."

"But what were they looking for?" Martha asked.

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

"Like you. Apparently."

"Like him. But not him.", I nodded.

"Haven't they got a photo?"

"Might be a shape-changer," the Doctor remarked.

"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha looked between us.

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

"All of us?" Martha's eyes widened.

"Oh yes," the Doctor nodded, "If we can find this thing first...OH! You see they're thick! Judoon are thick! They whipped the records. Oh, that's clever."

"What are we looking for?" Martha asked.

"Don't know," he sighed, "Any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms," he eyed the computer, "Maybe there's a back-up."

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

The doctor soniced the computer with his sonic screwdriver.

"So, for short. The Judoon are looking for a supposedly shape-shifter, but we can't let them find it, because they would execute us all?", I asked.

"For short.", the Doctor nodded.

I glanced at the clock and said "Wow… that's cool. Today I had my a-levels and if I have bad luck, I'm dying today. You promised me Isaac Newton. And now… what will we do now?" I asked the Doctor.

"We are looking for Martha." He answered and stood up.

"You restored the back-up?"

"Oh yes", he grinned at me and went out of the door and I followed him.

When we stepped in the hall Martha ran into the Doctor's arm and the Doctor said "I've restored the back-up."

"I've found her.", Martha breathed.

"You what?" his eyes widened, spotting a black suited man striding down the hall after Martha. The Doctor grabbed my hand and we ran off down the hall with Martha, following her back towards where she'd seen the alien. They ran down the stairwell, followed by the man, only to see the Judoon coming up the other way. The Doctor looked over and spotted a doorway, bursting through it and onto the fourth floor. We ran, the man after them, skidding around a corner and into the radiology room.

The Doctor pushed Martha and me into the operator's room and said, "When I say 'now,' press the button."

"I don't know which one," Martha shook her head.

"Then find out.", the Doctor said, while running toward the x-ray. Martha hectically looked at the buttons, before taking out the manual. I continued to look at the buttons and my eyes halted to a stop at a big yellow button.

"Now!" the Doctor shouted as the man broke through.

I slammed my hand down on a button. The Doctor and the man were flooded with radiation for a few moments before the man fell down, inert.

"What did you do?" Martha breathed as the Doctor ran down and laid a hand on the man's back.

"Increased the radiation by 5000 percent," he replied. "Killed him dead,"

"Isn't that likely to kill you?" Martha frowned at the Doctor.

"Nah, it's only radiation," he waved her off, "I 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 bouncing and hopping in place, "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 foot, "Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out, ah, ah, ah, ah. It is…it is…it is…it is…it is HOT. Ah, hold on," he grabbed the shoe off his foot and tossed it in a dustbin, "Done."

"You're completely mad."

"Right. I look daft with one shoe," he pulled the other one off and discarded it as well, "Barefoot on the moon!"

I laughed at his madness and the Doctor flashed me a grin

"So, what is that thing?" Martha pointed at the man on the ground, "And where's it from? The planet Zovirax?"

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

Martha shook her head at him, "It came with that woman, Mrs. Finnegan. It was working for her. Just like a servant."

The Doctor looked over at his sonic, half sticking out of the x-ray machine, all blown to hell, "My sonic screwdriver."

"She was one of the patients, but…"

"My sonic screwdriver!"

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

"I loved my sonic screwdriver!"

"Doctor!" Martha shouted.

"Sorry," he tossed it away and smiled, "You called me 'Doctor.'"

"And she was telling you about the alien," I added, "Go on Martha."

"Thanks," she nodded at me, "Mrs. Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood."

"Funny time to take a snack," he remarked, "You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless…no… Wait a minute…yes! Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it!"

"Come on!" the Doctor ran out of the room, "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!"

We ran out of the room until the Doctor dragged us quickly toward a water cooler. We hid behind it as the second Slab walked past us.

"Slabs," the Professor remarked, "They always travel in pairs."

"What about you?" Martha looked at them, "You two as well?"

"Um…" the Doctor blinked, glancing at me, "Suppose you could say that, yeah."

She nodded, "Well, haven't you got back up or something? A team coming?"

"Uh," he groaned, "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 out into the hall just as a Judoon held up its scanner at the Doctor's face, "Non-human."

"Oh my God, you really are!" Martha gasped.

"And again!" he shouted as they ran off down the hall, the Judoon shooting after us.

we ran up the stairs, managing to lock the door behind us, and ran into a corridor where people were on the ground, straining to breathe.

"They've done this floor," he remarked, "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 knelt down by Swales who was giving oxygen to a patient, "How much oxygen is there?"

"Not enough for all these people," she remarked, "We're going to run out."

"How are you feeling?" the Doctor looked at Martha and me, "Are you alright?"

"I'm running on adrenaline," she replied and I nodded.

"Welcome to my world," the Doctor muttered.

"What about the Judoon?"

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

"It's this way," she led us down the hall and into Stoker's office only to see it empty, "She's gone! She was here."

"Drained him dry," the Doctor sighed as he knelt down by Stoker and touched his cheek, "Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore."

"What was she doing on Earth?" Martha frowned.

"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," Martha knelt down by Stoker and closed his eyes before turning to leave with us.

"Think, think, think," the Doctor mumbled as we stepped into the hallway, "If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" I looked around and then pointed at the sign for the MRI machine, "Ah. She's as clever as us…" he flashed me a smile, "Almost."

"Thanks," I returned the grin.

"Find the non-human!" a Judoon's voice echoed to them from the end of the hall, "Execute."

The Doctor turned to Martha, "Stay here. We need time. You're going to have to hold them up."

"How do I do that?" she shook her head.

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

And with that, he kissed her, before grabbing my hand and bolting down the hall.

"That was nothing?" Martha breathed as we disappeared around the corner.

We stopped to a halt in front of the MRI.

"Why did you kiss her?" I asked the Doctor.

"Why? Jealous?" he asked back with a grin.

"No… just out of curiosity." I replied.

"I transferred a bit of my DNA. It'll confuse the Judoon."

"Really? I just thought you liked to kiss girls you just met and travel with them.", I joked.

"Let's continue this argument later, shall we.", with that he silently opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him as quietly.

The silence was broken by the Doctor saying, "Have you seen…there are these things, those great big space rhino things, I mean rhinos from space. And we're on the moon. Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon. And I only came in for my bunions, look," he showed her his feet, "They're alright now, perfectly good treatment, I said to my wife," he nodded at me, "'Emma, I'd recommend this place to anyone,' but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?"

"Hold her!" the woman shouted. The Slab walked forward, grabbing me. "If you move an inch, the girl is dead.

He swallowed hard and put his hand up and looked at Finnegan, "I won't move, but promise me that my wife's really safe."

"She'll be."

"Ok. Right. That thing, that big machine thing, is it supposed to be making that noise?"

"You wouldn't understand," she waved him off.

"Isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging thing? Like a ginormous sort of a magnet? I did magnets at GCSE. Well, I failed, but all the same."

"The magnetic setting is now set to 50,000 Tesla."

"Ooh. That's a bit strong, isn't it?"

"I can send out a magnetic pulse that will fry the brainstems of every living thing within 250,000 miles. Except me, safe in this room."

"But...hold on, hold on, I did geography for GCSE, I did pass that one, doesn't that distance include Earth?"

"Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive. Call it my little gift."

"I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me, I'm a little out of my depth. I've spent the past fifteen years working as a postman, hence the bunions…why would you do that?"

"With everyone dead, the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my escape."

"Now, that's weird. You're talking like you're some sort of an alien."

"Right-o."

"No!"

"Oh, yes."

"You're joshing me."

"I am not."

"I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has the place got an E.T. department?"

"It's the perfect hiding place. Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast, and all this equipment I'm ready to arm myself with should the police come looking."

"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?"

"Yes. But I'm hidden."

"Oh. Right! Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans."

"They're doing what?" her eyes widened in fear.

"My wife said the big chief rhino boy, that he said, no sign of a non-human, we must increase our scans...up to setting two?"

"Then I must assimilate again."

"What does that mean?"

"I must appear to be human."

"Well, you're welcome to come home, my wife, she could cook us up some dinner. She'd be honoured. We can have cake."

"Why should I have cake?" Finnegan cut in, pulling a straw from her purse, "I've got my little straw."

"That's nice. Milkshake? I like banana."

"You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness. I think it's time you found some peace. Steady him!"

"What are you doing?"

The Slab held him tightly as Finnegan approached with her straw, "I'm afraid this is going to hurt. But if it's any consolation, the dead don't tend to remember."

"No!", I yelled at the woman.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll be the next.", she said, before putting the straw in the Doctor's neck and started slurping. Suddenly I realised what he does. The woman assimilates the blood to appear human. But the Doctor isn't human, which means she'll be assimilated as an alien. Hopefully Martha comes before she drained him completely. I still tried to struggle, because I didn't want the Doctor to lose too much blood.

Finnegan was slurping away contentedly from the Doctor when the door burst open and Judoon entered the room with Martha.

"Now see what you've done," the old woman jumped back, the Doctor slumping to the floor, unconscious and the Slab let go off me, "This poor man just died of fright."

"Scan him!" the Judoon ordered, flashing the Doctor, "Confirmation: deceased."

"No, he can't be," Martha struggled to get through, "Let me through, let me see him."

"Stop. Case closed."

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

"The Judoon have no authority over human crime."

"But she's not human."

"Oh, but I am. I've been catalogued," she held up her hand.

"But she's not!" Martha insisted, "She assimil-"

"Martha she drank his blood. The Doctor's blood!", I cut her off.

Her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed a Judoon scanner and flashed the woman.

"Oh, alright. Scan all you like."

"Non-human," the Judoon reported.

"What?" Finnegan's eyes widened.

"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," Martha breathed, looking at the Doctor.

"Confirmed: Plasmavore," the Judoon continued, scanning her deeply, "I charge you with the crime of murdering the princess of Patrival Regency Nine."

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

"Do you confess?"

"Confess? I'm proud of it! Slab…stop them!"

The Slab stepped forward, shooting, but the Judoon returned fire, disintegrating it, "Verdict: guilty. Sentence: execution."

Finnegan grinned, seeing the warning sign of the MRI machine light up, Magnetic Overload, "Enjoy your victory, Judoon, because you're going to burn with me. Burn in hell!" they raised their blaster and she screamed as they disintegrated her.

Martha and I ran to the Doctor's side.

"Case closed," the Judoon reported.

"What did she mean, 'burn with me?'" Martha asked, "The scanner shouldn't be doing that. She's done something."

"Scans detect lethal acceleration of monomagnetic pulse."

"Well, do something! Stop it!"

"Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate."

"You can't just leave it. What's it going to do?"

"All units withdraw."

The Judoon turned and walked out of the room, "You can't go. That thing's going to explode and it's all your fault!"

But it was too late, the Judoon had gone.

Martha shook her head and turned to the Doctor, starting CPR, "One, two, three, four, five," she gave him a breath, "One, two, three, four, five," and another

"Two hearts!", I said.

"One, two, three, four, five," she pumped his left one, "One, two, three, four, five," and then his right. She took one last breath of air and gave it to him, reviving him. He started coughing, his eyes red as she fell to the floor, "The scanner…she did something…"

Coughing, the Doctor looked at it and crawled, staggering to the MRI machine controls. "It's the red one." I said, also coughing, because I didn't get enough oxygen.

The Doctor came back and helped me up, before he lifted Martha and carried her toward a window. I stumbled behind him. We watched the Judoon leave.

"Come on, come on, come on," the Doctor muttered, "Come on, Judoon, reverse it!" we started smiled widely as it started to rain.

"It's raining, Martha," I whispered, even though she couldn't hear, "It's raining on the moon."

And in a flash of white light, we were all back on earth.

Then we quickly made our way out of the hospital and the Doctor handed Martha over to a man from an ambulance. We stayed there a little longer, catching our breaths properly. Then we headed toward the TARDIS. As we were in front of the TARDIS we looked over at Martha and the Doctor and I waved at her. She looked at us smiling, before turning toward her sister. The Doctor unlocked the TARDIS and we stepped inside. He made his way toward the control panel and started to press various buttons and lever.

"So, where are we heading now? Get Martha?", I asked.

"Exactly. She said there was a party for her brother. Let's visit her there.", said the Doctor.

"She never mentioned where it was.", I remarked.

"Ah, we'll find it.", he grinned at me and pulled the final lever.

After about 6 tries we arrived in a backstreet near a club. We turned various corners, before arriving at the street where the party was. The Doctor leaned on the wall and we watched the scene.

A blonde woman stormed out of the restaurant, a black woman followed her., "Oh, stay!" the dark skinned woman said sneakily, "Have a night out!"

"Don't you dare," a black man called after the blond woman, "I'm putting my foot down. This is me, putting my foot down!" but sadly it was not, because he took off after her.

"Dad!" another dark skinned man, a lot younger than the other, shouted, shaking his head as his parents walked off before following after the man.

"Make a fool of yourself!" her mother continued to shout, "God knows, you've been doing it for the last 25 years! Why stop now?"

"Mum, don't!" another black woman, again younger, called as her mother stormed off after them, jogging to follow, "I asked the DJ and he's playing that song later…"

Martha sighed, shaking her head at her family when she caught sight of the Doctor and me standing at the corner of an alley across the street. We smiled and turned to head back down it, Martha running towards us. She stepped around the corner to see us standing against the blue box from before.

"I went to the moon today," she remarked.

"A bit more peaceful than down here," he laughed.

"You never even told me who you are."

"The Doctor."

"Emma Smith."

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

"I'm a Time Lord. Emma's human." the Doctor told her.

"Right!" she laughed, "Not pompous at all, then."

"We just thought, since you saved our lives," the Doctor continued, "And I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip?"

"What, into space?"

"Well…"

"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, we can travel in time, as well," I added with a smile.

"Get out of here."

"We can," the Doctor insisted.

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

"Well, then," the Doctor opened the door to the box, "We'll just have to prove it."

I followed him into the TARDIS. Martha watched in shock as the box faded out with a wheeze.

The Doctor pressed some buttons and levers and ran toward the door and I followed.

The Doctor peeked around the corner of an alleyway, looking around.

"Over there!" I pointed towards Martha, walking down the street on her phone that morning. He grinned and ran over to her.

"Hi, Annalise…" Martha Jones grimaced.

She frowned, and quickly snapped her phone shut just as the Doctor and I ran up in front of her.

"Like so!" he smiled, pulling off his tie, "See?"

She looked at him, the man in the brown suit, puzzled and more than a bit amused. I picked up the tie again, waved at Martha and dragged the Doctor back to the TARDIS. When we arrived in Martha's original time the Doctor tried to fold the tie.

"Told you.", he grinned as I decided to help him. I folded the tie and straitened it and smiled up at him.

"I know, but..." her eyes widened, "That was this morning! But…did you...oh, my God! You can travel in time!" I laughed, "But hold on, if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go in to work?"

"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden," the Doctor replied. "Except for cheap tricks,"

"And that's your spaceship?" Martha asked, eyeing the box.

"It's called the TARDIS," the Doctor said, "Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

"Your spaceship's made of wood. There's not much room. We'd be a bit intimate."

The Doctor simply pushed the door open, "Take a look."

Martha stepped in, the Doctor and I following her but leaning against the railing by the door as she stopped short and looked around.

"Oh, no, no," she shook her head, running out again, "But it's just a box!" she ran around the outside of it, "But it's huge. How does it do that? It's wood!" she knocked on it, "It's like a box with that room just rammed in," she stepped back in.

"It's bigger on the inside," the Doctor mouthed along as Martha shouted it.

"Is it?" the Doctor asked, "I hadn't noticed," The Doctor closed the door and took off his coat and tossed it over a Y-beam, "Alright, then, let's get going."

"But is there a crew?" Martha looked at him, "Like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?"

"Just me," the Doctor told her, walking to the console, "Well, Emma's also there, but she can't fly the TARDIS"

"All on your own?"

"Well, sometimes I have guests," the Doctor said, his tone growing a bit sad, "I mean some friends, travelling alongside. We had…there was recently a friend of mine. Rose, her name was, Rose. And...we were together. Anyway…"

"Where is she now?"

"With her family," the Doctor reminded himself, "Happy. She's fine. Not that you're replacing her."

"Never said I was."

"Just one trip to say 'thanks,' you get one trip, then back home. I'd rather it be me and Emma."

"Oh, I feel honoured.", I muttered.

"You're the one that kissed me," Martha teased, "Don't think your wife would be too happy with that. "

"I'm not his wife.", I said, for the hundredth time.

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

"Now...don't!" the Doctor turned to her.

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

"Stop it," the Doctor snapped, glancing at me, unnoticed by everyone.

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

"Good," he nodded, happy that was settled.

The Doctor pressed buttons and pulled lever yet again, before asking, "Ready?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Off we go!" he pulled it and the TARDIS jolted and shook, making him fall over.

"Blimey, it's a bit bumpy!"

"Welcome aboard, Martha," I and the Doctor grinned at her.

"It's my pleasure, Ms. Smith, Doctor," she laughed as the TARDIS hurtled through space.

Finito!

Second chapter is up! YAY!

Emma and the Doctor met Martha. Until now they're all on good terms, but will it last?

I suggest you to read on, if you want to know.

Yukiko!