So I'm Back! And yes I'm an evil person; it's been said before. :D Anyway, this slightly AU on the beginning of season 3, which means post Doomsday. Jumps around a bit at first as a set-up; then things really spiral out of control. :D So, episodes referenced and used; first off Gridlock and then Daleks in Manhattan and Evolution of the Daleks!
To say that Martha Jones was concerned would have been a monumental understatement. The past day had been one of the hardest in her life, kidnapped, trapped in a car being attacked by unknown creatures, and relying entirely on a man who she knew almost nothing about to save her; she had been terrified, now she was frightened again, this time for the Doctor.
The Doctor saved her, but she wondered what it had cost him; certainly, he lost a friend, but she sensed it was something more than that. There was a heaviness in his voice and a stiffness in his movement that hadn't been there before. Now, as he spoke of his lost home, of the war that cost him his people, of the choices he was forced to make, Martha finally understood what Shakespeare had meant about 'A man so young having eyes so old'. His eyes were old; filled with pain and exhaustion and the weight of so many years; so much loss slowly crushing him.
"So, Martha Jones!" the Doctor's voice startled her out of her contemplation. "One more trip, eh? I don't think this one really counts." He attempted a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He got to his feet, slightly unsteadily Martha noted, "Allons-y, Martha Jones!"
She followed him, because he was the Doctor, and though she may not know him well, she trusted him.
The Doctor was exhausted. Before going to New New York he was already feeling the effects of being attacked by a psychotic Plasmavore and a desperate Carrionite; add jumping through dozens of traffic layers in choking fumes and the Doctor feared he was fighting a losing battle with his own strength.
He should take Martha home before he failed completely and gave into his exhaustion; he shouldn't risk her safety, but he could not bear the thought of being alone with his overwhelming guilt and pain.
"You are not alone," the Face of Boe's last words haunted him. One more pointless death, one more innocent sacrificed because he could not save them. "You are not alone," those words should have given him hope; instead the reminded him of everything he had lost. Rose would know what to do; what to say, Martha was clever, she was kind, but she wasn't Rose.
"You are not alone," but he was alone, he was so alone.
"Doctor?" he looked up to find Martha watching him with an expression he recognized a professional concern. "I never asked, how did you find me?"
The Doctor forced himself to smile. "Cat with a teleport, teleporting cat nun-" he broke off in relief as the Tardis touched down with its usual wheeze. Once Martha saw the skyline of New York, the old New York, stretching away outside the Tardis doors she evidently forgot she had been about to cross examine him.
The Doctor stifled a cough as he followed Martha out the Tardis doors and tried to ignore the growing pressure in his chest that was making it increasingly harder to draw breath.
It was freezing cold atop the Empire State building. The Doctor shivered, his coat flapping around him ineffectually; the frigid air was not making it any easier for him to breath. He forced his numb fingers to work, wrapping them around the sonic screwdriver as he fought to detach the Dalekanium.
There wasn't enough time; he could feel electricity gathering as the storm blew in and lightning flashed across the dark, scudding clouds. The first piece of Dalekanium came free with a jerk and he pushed it away. Thunder crashed across the sky; the consequence of a major atmospheric disturbance. Too soon, too soon! Please! There are so many; please, let me save them!
As if in mockery of his desperate plea the wind picked up in velocity, gusting fiercely around him. He shuddered, the cold was intense; even for a Time Lord, and the sonic screwdriver dropped from his numb fingers. He lunged after it; too slow, and heard it clatter to a halt somewhere far below.
The Doctor pulled desperately at the remaining Dalekanium; the freezing metal tearing at his hands...
Not enough time...
One chance, one last plan, he scrambled up the mast, clinging desperately to the swaying spire...
I'm sorry, Martha, I'm so sorry; I trapped you here...
Agony tore through him and he gritted his teeth to hold back a scream. Just a few more seconds...but he lost his grip and the world faded around him as he fell.
...To be continued...
Opps, sorry, kinda had to end it there. Please don't kill me?
By the way, I don't own Doctor Who, just borrowing, although I can't promise to return the characters in their original condition. MUAHAHA