Ok guys, we're back for series 3! Woop woop! Ok, so new outfit for Flo, as before it was hoodie, strapped t shirt, jeans and trainers, now we've gone slightly more lady like. Short pleated red skirt, a white shirt, a long light blue flimsy cardigan and brown or black pump shoes to go along with it. Um, that's about it I can think of at the moment, enjoy.

"I am detecting scans of a possible H2O scoop above Saint Hope's hospital." Mr Smith informed.

"Think I'll go and investigate that then." I shrugged, getting up to get changed out of my pyjamas.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Mum asked.

"Nah it's fine." I chuckled. "Remember, I've travelled with The Doctor, I'm used to this." I smiled at her before walking into Luke's room, taking out my short red skirt, white shirt and light blue long cardigan to wear.

...

I ran through the hospital with my long strapped brown bag clinking against my waist, as people screamed out at the moon. There was that H2O scoop then. I noticed a young black medical student talking to another woman, rushing into a ward and started to follow her.

"All right, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out." The young woman said as she walked into the ward and up to the window, staring out at the moon. "It's real. It's really real."

"Course it is." I sighed, walking up to her and smiling. "Flo Smith-Maxwell." I shrugged as she reached for the window latch.

"Don't! We'll lose all the air!" The other woman sobbed.

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

"Very good point!" I said at the same time as someone else. We both turned and looked at the voice, to see The Doctor in a blue suit. Oh, of course it would be him.

"Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"

"Martha."

"And it was Jones, wasn't it?" She nodded. "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be!"

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

"Mr Smith detected a H2O scoop." I said.

"There must be something inside here." The Doctor muttered.

"Maybe not. Mr Smith said it was above the hospital, I managed to see the rain before rushing into here just in time."

"Well Mr Smith isn't me, is he?" The Doctor said sarcastically. "Time Lord."

"Zylog." I scoffed.

"Um, back to the matter at hand?" Martha said.

"Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or...?" I asked.

"By the patients' lounge, yeah."

"Fancy going out?" The Doctor asked.

"Okay."

"We might die."

"We might not."

"Good! C'mon. Not her, she'd hold us up." He pointed back at the other woman as we made our way out of the ward.

...

"We've got air! How does that work?" Martha asked as we stepped out onto the balcony.

"Just be glad it does." I muttered.

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

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Sure?"

"Yeah."

"I know how you feel," I sighed. "I told my Mum not to come here, with my brother and... what if I had..."

"Want to go back in?" The Doctor asked.

"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same - it's beautiful." Martha said. The Doctor smiled at me, I said everything was beautiful.

"You think?" I asked.

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

"Standing in the earthlight." I whispered.

"What do you think happened?"

"What do you think?" The Doctor asked.

"Extraterrestrial. 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." I froze. Addy, the girl at Torchwood, with the ear pods.

"I'm sorry." The Doctor said, knowing he was thinking the same.

"We were there. In the battle." I muttered.

"I promise you, Mr Smith, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."

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

"It's mine though."

"Who are you, then?"

"I'm the Doctor."

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

"Just the Doctor." I half chuckled.

"How do you mean, just the Doctor?"

"Just... the Doctor." The Doctor shrugged.

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

"Yeah."

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

...

"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop. I like a little shop."

"You and your shops." I muttered, thinking back to New Earth.

"Never mind that! What are Judoon?"

"Galactic police. Well, police for hire."

"More like interplanetary thugs." I muttered, earning a glance from The Doctor. "Mr Smith."

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

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

"Told you." I hissed.

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

"No. But I like that. Good thinking. No, it's more simple. They're making a catalogue, it means they're after something non-human."

"Ooh." I said. "Bad news for him."

"Why?" She frowned. "Oh, you're kidding me." He raised a eyebrow at her. "Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that."

"Come on, then."

...

"I found her." Martha said, running into us.

"You what?" The Doctor asked before seeing the slabs and grabbing our hands. "Run!"

...

"Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" The Doctor looked up at the MRI sign. "Aah. She's as clever as me. Almost."

"Find the non-human. Execute." We heard Judoon say.

"Stay here. I need time. You're going to have to hold them up." The Doctor said to me and Martha.

"How do I do that?"

"Genetic transfer?" I asked.

"Yes." He said before turning to Martha.

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

"Oh take your time why don't you!" I said sarcastically before kissing Martha myself, then looking back at The Doctor. "You were the last person I kissed, it'll work, GO!" He ran off before the Judoon started walking towards us.

"Find the non human, execute."

"Now listen, I know who you're looking for, she calls herself Florence-"

"Just, leave it Martha, trust me." I said as we were scanned.

"Human. With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorize full scan. What are you? What are you?"

"Confirmed: human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search." Another Judoon said, handing us a slip of paper. You will need this.

"What's that for?"

"Compensation." I explained.

...

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

"Just me, mostly." The Doctor glanced out of the corner of his eye at me.

"All on your own?"

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

"Where is she now?"

"With her family. Happy. She's fine. Not that you're replacing her." I scowled at him, he didn't have to be so rude.

"Never said I was."

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

"Wouldn't you just." I muttered.

"You're the one that kissed me." Martha said.

"That was a genetic transfer." I said, mockingly hurt.

"Oh so that's what the kids call it these days is it?" We both laughed. "Anyway, think your boyfriend would kill me for that?"

"Sorry?" I asked as she nodded at The Doctor.

"We're not together." We both said quickly.

"Course not." She laughed as The TARDIS started shaking.

"Welcome aboard Miss Jones." The Doctor said, reaching over and shaking Martha's hand.

"It's my pleasure Mr Smith."

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