Doctor Who Fic: Project Salvation (13/?)
Title: Project Salvation (13/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha, Tenth Doctor, Donna, Jack, mentions of Torchwood members and the Jones family
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, mentions of the Master/Martha
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII
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Martha felt like she was walking through a dream, a very vivid dream.
The way the colors were shining before her, the way the objects moved past her in a blurry like fashion but it was slow, like the world was slowing itself down for Martha each time she put one foot in front of the other. The cool air of the country blew past her, but she didn’t shiver. She felt it, and felt it on her arms and rubbed them, welcoming the coldness.
She didn’t know where her legs were taking her but she ran into a form when she swiftly turned a corner, almost missing it. “Oh I’m sorry,” her voice was soft and modest. “Excuse me.”
“You’re not wearing any clothes! Come with me.” Before Martha had the chance to protest, she was grabbed by the arm by the mysterious woman with dark red hair. The way the woman strutted down the street made Martha think of someone, but she couldn’t necessarily put her finger on it. “Oi! Get of the way, you geezers!”
Yeah, that definitely sounded like her. As Martha was dragged behind the woman, a cold shiver went down her spine, and it wasn’t from the cold air. That voice, the hair, the way she moved, if she didn’t know any better, she would have assumed it was…
“Donna! Where have you been?” A loud mouth woman responded to her after spotting a small house ahead. The other woman was blonde, had her hands on her hips and saw her gasp at the sight of Martha. “What happened to her?”
“I don’t know, mum! I was walking and I ran into her, and she hasn’t spoken a word.” Donna, Donna, Donna, it was Donna, and she didn’t recognize her at all.
“Let’s get her in,” the blonde woman, Martha assumed was her mother, took her by the hand and led her inside the home, unseen and unheard.
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“Where do you think she could have gone?” Jack was watching the Doctor pace around back and forth in front of him. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up more so than it was. “She was in no absolute condition to leave out here. Where did she get that kind of strength?”
The Doctor stopped and stared at the man who only crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You underestimate the will that lives in Martha Jones. Remember? This is the same woman who traveled the end of the Earth just to save the world,” The Doctor remembered, he could so clearly like it was yesterday. Everything depended on Martha that time, and somehow, it was becoming full circle.
The chants from outside their quarters seemed to get louder, almost mocking them in a way.
“We’ve got to find her.” Jack rubbed his hands over his face and got Mickey, Ianto and Gwen working once again. The sound of keys being worked on, bleeps and signals from computers, all while Jack ran his finger through files was a big soothing to the Doctor. Sure, he had his own opinion about Torchwood but maybe Jack was right, maybe it had changed. He only could expect good things and hard tries from Jack and his team, but all the while, his mind wandered off to Martha.
The Master. Touching his Doctor, and hid inside of her mind in the deepest crevasses that no human was allowed to see or know about. If only he could have seen the signs, if only…
“Doctor, are you going to stand there and daydream or help?” Mickey’s voice was on the edge of annoyance. Not at the man with the two hearts, but at the entire situation at hand.
“Right, let’s get on with it!” The Doctor and his over activity was enough to cause Mickey to roll his eyes playfully before heading back to the file drawer. A thought came across his mind.
“Um, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but shouldn’t someone call her parents?”
Everything stopped and everything that could stare at the dark skinned man. That hadn’t occurred to them. Who was going to be the lucky one to break the news to Francine and Clive?
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Martha sat down in the living room of the Noble household, staring at the cup of tea that was sat down in front of her. No words could form yet but she nodded her head at Sylvia Noble and sipped the warm tea. It coated down her throat with the warmth that her body needed and hit down into her empty stomach. She was dressed in clothes that were a bit too big for her, but she was more or less comfortable.
While Donna was on the phone chit chatting to whoever it was, she noticed Sylvia was staring at her. “You’re Martha, aren’t you?”
Martha looked up at her swiftly but said no reply and that was enough proof for her. “I saw you. On the screen when the Earth was…was…” Sylvia was struggling with the word to describe what happened that day.
“Stolen,” Martha finally had spoken up. “The Earth was stolen.”
Sylvia’s brow burred and she pursed her lips together, and nodded her head. “That’s a very good word to describe it. But the last time I saw you, you were very no sickly.”
“Thank you,” Martha finished the tea and shoved her hands into the sleeves of Donna’s long sleeved grey shirt. “I, I don’t know what’s going on or anything. It’s just that were I was, it was suffocating and I left. I left practically naked, but everything is still a big blur.” She admitted, looking into the eyes of Sylvia who gave her a weak smile. Compared to the woman she saw on the computer screen, along with Wilf and that blonde girl, Rose, Martha seemed like a strong, level-headed kind of girl.
This girl before her was the exact opposite. She was a lot like Donna when Donna had her memories present, but wait…
“Donna doesn’t remember anything yet, does she?” Martha’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder and saw her daughter still on the phone and shook her head. “I thought the Doctor said that if one of us showed up, she would remember.”
“I guess not. But does ‘he’ know you’re here?” Martha’s eyebrow rose up at that. She shook her head swiftly to reply a no.
“No one knows I’m here so if you can keep it quiet, I would be grateful.” Martha hoped she would go for it; she couldn’t go back to Torchwood, not yet anyway. She had to figure out everything on her own, without the Doctor’s help, or Jack’s or anyone’s. It was all up to her and she knew it from the pit of her stomach.
“I promise but if you’re going to stay here, let’s not mention anything that deals with the Doctor.” Sylvia’s voice was low, at a whisper, especially at the mention of the man with the two heartbeats. Martha only agreed and let the older woman get her some more tea. Her hand was shaking a little when it felt the cold air around it again, and reached down to the remote and turned on the telly.
Every news channel had the same thing. Crowds of people chanting, the words of ‘salvation’ and ‘save the world’ were echoing in her mind.
This wasn’t over.
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“I’ve got absolutely nothing. It’s like she vanished off this planet.” Jack spoke up in the midst of silence. “I really hope that hasn’t happened.” He threw the file on Martha Jones on the desk in front of him. The shaft door opened up, and Gwen walked through. “Well?”
“Well, Francine wasn’t exactly thrilled that her daughter has gone missing. But all she wanted was at least an update every couple of hours and I promised her that.” Gwen sat down the cup of coffee at her station and noticed that one person was missing. “Where is - ?”
She was cut off by Jack’s hand motioning her to stop. “Down in the medical bay. I guess he’s taking it harder than he’s willing to admit.”
Gwen nodded her head slowly and sipped her coffee with cream and sugar.
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The Doctor was in the empty room where Martha was just laying. Her scent was still visible in the air and the man wearing the converse sneakers sniffed. His nostrils were being filled with what was left of Martha and it led him to the window.
Her faint hand print was still there and he used his hand to cover it, as if her hand was pressing right back. “Where did you go, Martha Jones?” The scent trail had ended at the window, and the mixture of everyone else from humans to animals had cut it off.
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Martha had forgotten what a thrill Donna was like.
Sure, she was a bit…snooty but that was due to not remembering any of her past experiences with the Doctor. In all, Donna was quite talkative, always going on and on about a bloke she had ran into earlier who tried to get her phone number. “Think I should call him?” Donna asked, ignoring the news that was still going on and on about what was going on in England and how quickly it was passing through other countries, cities, places. It was spreading like an infection.
“Well,” Martha shrugged her shoulders. “I say… go for it.” Her mind was off in her another world.
Every creak that surrounded her, she could feel the Master lingering over her shoulder no matter what she did and it was taking its toll on the girl. She could close her eyes and still picture him in her mind, laughing, mocking, and the touches on her arm caused by her own hand reminded her of him. The phone rang, breaking Martha out of her spell.
“Excuse me!” Donna exclaimed and bounced up from the couch to answer the phone.
In the corner of her eye, Martha spotted a computer in the corner. “Sylvia? Is it alright if I use your computer?” She saw the blonde woman peek from the doorway of the kitchen and nodded her head. Martha took that as a yes and picked herself up with enough energy to sit in front of the computer, turning it on. As it charged up, she brushed her dark hair from her face. It was wild, not how Martha originally kept it, and once she signed onto the internet, she checked her emails. On the news, it had mentioned email spamming and wondered if she had received any due to the chaos going outside the doors of the Noble home.
The spam box was empty but in the inbox, there was one new message, sent the day she had let him escape. There was no subject title but she clicked it anyway and her eyes scanned the email. It read:
We know who you are. But you do not know who we are, and if you want to know answers, meet at this address on the fourth. We promise you it will be safe.
Martha wrote the address in scribble on the back of her hand and closed the email, signing out.
She wanted answers, she needed answers and she was going.
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(A/N: Wow, was not expecting to put Donna in this chapter, I really wasn’t! She just showed up! More will be explained about why Donna has no memory of anything happening and what exactly is Martha getting herself into! If anything, I’m glad to finally update this in the New Year as my first update. Whoo hoo! This was 5 pages long, my goodness.)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha, Tenth Doctor, Donna, Jack, mentions of Torchwood members and the Jones family
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, mentions of the Master/Martha
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII
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Martha felt like she was walking through a dream, a very vivid dream.
The way the colors were shining before her, the way the objects moved past her in a blurry like fashion but it was slow, like the world was slowing itself down for Martha each time she put one foot in front of the other. The cool air of the country blew past her, but she didn’t shiver. She felt it, and felt it on her arms and rubbed them, welcoming the coldness.
She didn’t know where her legs were taking her but she ran into a form when she swiftly turned a corner, almost missing it. “Oh I’m sorry,” her voice was soft and modest. “Excuse me.”
“You’re not wearing any clothes! Come with me.” Before Martha had the chance to protest, she was grabbed by the arm by the mysterious woman with dark red hair. The way the woman strutted down the street made Martha think of someone, but she couldn’t necessarily put her finger on it. “Oi! Get of the way, you geezers!”
Yeah, that definitely sounded like her. As Martha was dragged behind the woman, a cold shiver went down her spine, and it wasn’t from the cold air. That voice, the hair, the way she moved, if she didn’t know any better, she would have assumed it was…
“Donna! Where have you been?” A loud mouth woman responded to her after spotting a small house ahead. The other woman was blonde, had her hands on her hips and saw her gasp at the sight of Martha. “What happened to her?”
“I don’t know, mum! I was walking and I ran into her, and she hasn’t spoken a word.” Donna, Donna, Donna, it was Donna, and she didn’t recognize her at all.
“Let’s get her in,” the blonde woman, Martha assumed was her mother, took her by the hand and led her inside the home, unseen and unheard.
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“Where do you think she could have gone?” Jack was watching the Doctor pace around back and forth in front of him. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up more so than it was. “She was in no absolute condition to leave out here. Where did she get that kind of strength?”
The Doctor stopped and stared at the man who only crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You underestimate the will that lives in Martha Jones. Remember? This is the same woman who traveled the end of the Earth just to save the world,” The Doctor remembered, he could so clearly like it was yesterday. Everything depended on Martha that time, and somehow, it was becoming full circle.
The chants from outside their quarters seemed to get louder, almost mocking them in a way.
“We’ve got to find her.” Jack rubbed his hands over his face and got Mickey, Ianto and Gwen working once again. The sound of keys being worked on, bleeps and signals from computers, all while Jack ran his finger through files was a big soothing to the Doctor. Sure, he had his own opinion about Torchwood but maybe Jack was right, maybe it had changed. He only could expect good things and hard tries from Jack and his team, but all the while, his mind wandered off to Martha.
The Master. Touching his Doctor, and hid inside of her mind in the deepest crevasses that no human was allowed to see or know about. If only he could have seen the signs, if only…
“Doctor, are you going to stand there and daydream or help?” Mickey’s voice was on the edge of annoyance. Not at the man with the two hearts, but at the entire situation at hand.
“Right, let’s get on with it!” The Doctor and his over activity was enough to cause Mickey to roll his eyes playfully before heading back to the file drawer. A thought came across his mind.
“Um, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but shouldn’t someone call her parents?”
Everything stopped and everything that could stare at the dark skinned man. That hadn’t occurred to them. Who was going to be the lucky one to break the news to Francine and Clive?
----
Martha sat down in the living room of the Noble household, staring at the cup of tea that was sat down in front of her. No words could form yet but she nodded her head at Sylvia Noble and sipped the warm tea. It coated down her throat with the warmth that her body needed and hit down into her empty stomach. She was dressed in clothes that were a bit too big for her, but she was more or less comfortable.
While Donna was on the phone chit chatting to whoever it was, she noticed Sylvia was staring at her. “You’re Martha, aren’t you?”
Martha looked up at her swiftly but said no reply and that was enough proof for her. “I saw you. On the screen when the Earth was…was…” Sylvia was struggling with the word to describe what happened that day.
“Stolen,” Martha finally had spoken up. “The Earth was stolen.”
Sylvia’s brow burred and she pursed her lips together, and nodded her head. “That’s a very good word to describe it. But the last time I saw you, you were very no sickly.”
“Thank you,” Martha finished the tea and shoved her hands into the sleeves of Donna’s long sleeved grey shirt. “I, I don’t know what’s going on or anything. It’s just that were I was, it was suffocating and I left. I left practically naked, but everything is still a big blur.” She admitted, looking into the eyes of Sylvia who gave her a weak smile. Compared to the woman she saw on the computer screen, along with Wilf and that blonde girl, Rose, Martha seemed like a strong, level-headed kind of girl.
This girl before her was the exact opposite. She was a lot like Donna when Donna had her memories present, but wait…
“Donna doesn’t remember anything yet, does she?” Martha’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder and saw her daughter still on the phone and shook her head. “I thought the Doctor said that if one of us showed up, she would remember.”
“I guess not. But does ‘he’ know you’re here?” Martha’s eyebrow rose up at that. She shook her head swiftly to reply a no.
“No one knows I’m here so if you can keep it quiet, I would be grateful.” Martha hoped she would go for it; she couldn’t go back to Torchwood, not yet anyway. She had to figure out everything on her own, without the Doctor’s help, or Jack’s or anyone’s. It was all up to her and she knew it from the pit of her stomach.
“I promise but if you’re going to stay here, let’s not mention anything that deals with the Doctor.” Sylvia’s voice was low, at a whisper, especially at the mention of the man with the two heartbeats. Martha only agreed and let the older woman get her some more tea. Her hand was shaking a little when it felt the cold air around it again, and reached down to the remote and turned on the telly.
Every news channel had the same thing. Crowds of people chanting, the words of ‘salvation’ and ‘save the world’ were echoing in her mind.
This wasn’t over.
----
“I’ve got absolutely nothing. It’s like she vanished off this planet.” Jack spoke up in the midst of silence. “I really hope that hasn’t happened.” He threw the file on Martha Jones on the desk in front of him. The shaft door opened up, and Gwen walked through. “Well?”
“Well, Francine wasn’t exactly thrilled that her daughter has gone missing. But all she wanted was at least an update every couple of hours and I promised her that.” Gwen sat down the cup of coffee at her station and noticed that one person was missing. “Where is - ?”
She was cut off by Jack’s hand motioning her to stop. “Down in the medical bay. I guess he’s taking it harder than he’s willing to admit.”
Gwen nodded her head slowly and sipped her coffee with cream and sugar.
----
The Doctor was in the empty room where Martha was just laying. Her scent was still visible in the air and the man wearing the converse sneakers sniffed. His nostrils were being filled with what was left of Martha and it led him to the window.
Her faint hand print was still there and he used his hand to cover it, as if her hand was pressing right back. “Where did you go, Martha Jones?” The scent trail had ended at the window, and the mixture of everyone else from humans to animals had cut it off.
----
Martha had forgotten what a thrill Donna was like.
Sure, she was a bit…snooty but that was due to not remembering any of her past experiences with the Doctor. In all, Donna was quite talkative, always going on and on about a bloke she had ran into earlier who tried to get her phone number. “Think I should call him?” Donna asked, ignoring the news that was still going on and on about what was going on in England and how quickly it was passing through other countries, cities, places. It was spreading like an infection.
“Well,” Martha shrugged her shoulders. “I say… go for it.” Her mind was off in her another world.
Every creak that surrounded her, she could feel the Master lingering over her shoulder no matter what she did and it was taking its toll on the girl. She could close her eyes and still picture him in her mind, laughing, mocking, and the touches on her arm caused by her own hand reminded her of him. The phone rang, breaking Martha out of her spell.
“Excuse me!” Donna exclaimed and bounced up from the couch to answer the phone.
In the corner of her eye, Martha spotted a computer in the corner. “Sylvia? Is it alright if I use your computer?” She saw the blonde woman peek from the doorway of the kitchen and nodded her head. Martha took that as a yes and picked herself up with enough energy to sit in front of the computer, turning it on. As it charged up, she brushed her dark hair from her face. It was wild, not how Martha originally kept it, and once she signed onto the internet, she checked her emails. On the news, it had mentioned email spamming and wondered if she had received any due to the chaos going outside the doors of the Noble home.
The spam box was empty but in the inbox, there was one new message, sent the day she had let him escape. There was no subject title but she clicked it anyway and her eyes scanned the email. It read:
We know who you are. But you do not know who we are, and if you want to know answers, meet at this address on the fourth. We promise you it will be safe.
Martha wrote the address in scribble on the back of her hand and closed the email, signing out.
She wanted answers, she needed answers and she was going.
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(A/N: Wow, was not expecting to put Donna in this chapter, I really wasn’t! She just showed up! More will be explained about why Donna has no memory of anything happening and what exactly is Martha getting herself into! If anything, I’m glad to finally update this in the New Year as my first update. Whoo hoo! This was 5 pages long, my goodness.)