Doctor Who Fic: Project Salvation (14/?)
Title: Project Salvation (14/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, Jack Harkness, rest of Torchwood and the Jones family, mentions of Noble family, and a special guest star.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor
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, XIII
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Martha tossed and turned on the small bed. It was comfortable, but she couldn’t sleep. Sighing into the darkness of the room, she sat up and brushed her hair from her face. After a good wash and changing into something more her size, she was shown a room in the Noble household. Martha had some light come into the room, due to the window the bed was sitting next to, and glanced out the dark maroon colored curtains.
“What a beautiful night,” Martha whispered to herself, looking up at the many stars and full moon that was shining bright.
The stars above reminded her of… no, she couldn’t think of the Doctor right then. She would spend another hour and a half crying for no absolute reason when his name was brought up. Martha couldn’t believe how emotional she had become in the day that became night. Her mind was still sensitive, her body was itching for some kind of comfort, relief, and the more she ran her arms over herself to comfort, her hands reminded her of the Doctor… or worst… the Master.
So there she was, lying there on her back, looking up at the ceiling. The commotion outside the door had quieted down; she assumed both Donna and Sylvia had fallen asleep. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 9:47 p.m., and Martha let out a sigh of disbelief. It felt like so much longer.
And then, her consciousness began to speak to her.
Are you going, Matha? Was it even safe to go was the real question. The time was ticking away and Martha knew she didn’t have much time at this rate. Rolling over, she pulled herself out of bed, and straightened out her shirt that almost covered half of her small frame. As she finished getting herself together, Martha opened the bedroom door to find it completely dark in the hallway and left the Noble household.
Well, without unlocking the bedroom window first…
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The Doctor continued to pace back and forth, running his hand through his hair, making it even wilder. He couldn’t sleep, like he ever really did sleep, but he spotted Gwen asleep at her desk, as well as Mickey who couldn’t help but make himself a bed from two available chairs. The Hub entrance was opened in some kind of grand way, and Jack walked through, spotting two of his employees asleep. “Well?” the Doctor asked, putting his hands into his pockets.
“Well, I asked around and a few people did remember seeing a woman who fits Martha’s description. But they also said that she was taken by another woman, a woman red hair and speaking very… loudly.”
“You mean..?” The Doctor trailed off, not having to mention anymore since he remembered her.
Her happened to be Donna Noble, and she was always on the Doctor’s mind. After removing her memories to save her life, he had wondered about her well being. He didn’t want to do it but he had to.
“If it is Donna, Martha’s in good hands. The downside is well, her memories returning and having her burn, in your own words, Doctor.” Jack replied, sitting down at his desk, his shoulders slumped and let out a deep sigh that came from his core. “Now I’m worried about both of them.” Was all that Jack could say at this point, and the Doctor didn’t respond but stop in his mid step to stare at the immortal man and start the pace cycle once again.
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Martha’s feet carried her to the nearest stop where she caught the trolley. Sitting alone towards the back, her eyes kept a close gaze at who was around. Just complete strangers who were going the same direction she was. Sighing, she looked out the window and caught her reflection, and couldn’t recognize who the girl in the window was. Instead of debating about it in her head, she rubbed her face and let the trolley take her to a destination she did not know of.
About twenty minutes had passed and Martha was one of three people left on the transportation until it came to a complete stop. She realized it was her own stop and climbed off, more anxious and afraid than anything.
But Martha was determined to find the truth at any cost.
The address was right before in a two story home. The porch light was on so someone was home, but Martha thought maybe she had the wrong address. Instead of ringing the doorbell, Martha stared at the door, wondering if she should her not. Her hand paused at the creamed colored door and a clicking sound from the other side of the door was in range.
Run, run was repeating in her head but her feet were kept still, like some force was keeping her there. No more running, apparently.
The front door opened and a figure stood before Martha. A slight gasp came from her lips when she recognized who the face was. “It’s you.”
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Meanwhile, at the Noble household, Sylvia was awoken by the sound of her telephone ringing not once, or twice, but four times before rolling over to answer it. “Ello?”
Mickey cleared his throat on the other end, quite sleepily at that. “Yes, is this the Noble household?” He asked, just making completely sure before blurting out what was really on his mind.
“Yes, it is. Who is this?” Sylvia asked back, finally getting up from her laying structure and sat up in the bed now, resting her head against the headboard.
“You may not remember me, but this is Mickey Smith.”
Sylvia fell quiet, and she did remember hearing about him from Donna’s rambles about her travels with the Doctor. Clearing her throat, she yawned a little to him. “I assume you’re calling about Martha. That’s the only explanation I can come up with at almost ten at night.”
Well, she beat him to the punch. “Yes, I am. Is she there with you?”
Sylvia climbed out of bed now, and stretched. “Yes, she is. “ She spoke in a whisper just in case her daughter happened to be on awake or listening in.
“Well, Mrs. Noble, we’re looking for her. She’s not… very stable at the moment.” Mickey could hear the exaggeration in her sigh through the receiver. “She’s been through a lot and we just want her back safely.”
And then Sylvia began to tell the story of how Martha got into her home, thanks to her daughter, Donna.
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Martha couldn’t believe she was sitting in her home, her very… quaint and silent home. She was sitting in one of the couch chairs that reclined back, and tapped her foot back and forth, a habit she had from being nervous.
Lucy Saxton came into the room with a cup of tea to offer to the other woman. “I didn’t poison it, don’t worry.” Lucy looked exhausted, paler, but her hair was a darker shade of blonde, almost a brown shade and pulled back into a ponytail. The woman had bangs that covered her eyes, but Martha was amazed at how different she looked now, than she did on the Valiant.
“So, you’re probably wondering why you’re here. And I can explain everything, but first, I wanted to apologize. I never had the chance to say that I’m sorry for what happened. I knew it was wrong in my heart but I had to play along. He had changed, he was manipulative, didn’t give a fuck about anything and I give you so much credit for doing what you did for everyone.” Lucy spoke up, sitting across from Martha on the couch.
Martha didn’t know what to say. She was speechless. “But I was scared; I was so scared of him. That’s why I shot him; I had to end it then and there because I couldn’t risk him living anymore. He was a terror.“ Lucy continued to speak and Martha felt the boulders that were blocking her heart crumbling down. “So, after all that, I went back home, not our home, but my own home for once. It was nice. But I could feel him everywhere I went, like he was haunting me. I knew I was alone with dealing with everything because I…. well, everyone else would have hated me.”
Martha sipped her tea and sat the cup down on the coffee table. “Listen, that time was difficult for all of us. And I know it seemed like we all forgot about you and in a way we did but we had ourselves to worry about first. I’m just surprised that you’re still in England, and are you a part of this whole Project Salvation nonsense?”
Lucy nodded her head at her question.
“What’s going on with me? Do you know?” Lucy shook her head no before pausing. “I just need answers, any kind of answers. Why I was chosen, why are people starting to remember what they shouldn’t, and why did he come back? Why did he come back after me?”
Lucy caught on the “he” and stood up at the mention of him. “Is he back!?”
Martha herself got up and calmed her down. “No, no, he’s gone, hopefully for good.” Lucy began to relax in the midst of panicking. “Breathe, breathe.” She began to calm her down by breathing techniques, finally sitting the lighter skinned girl back down onto the couch. “Now, do you know anything? About me?”
Lucy sniffled before nodding her head slowly. “I do. People I’ve seen around the neighborhood, they started to remember a few months ago. They kept saying, they remembered a man who spoke of drums, and it scared me. The fact that they remembered more so did, but then I remembered something he said in the middle of using the Toclafane. He mentioned something in his sleep one night while searching for you. Something about the Salvation, and that she was going to return and heal the world of suffering. And after everything that had happened, it is you, Martha.”
Martha licked her lips in the midst of it all, absorbing this kind of information. “I had managed to get my hand on texts from ‘Harry’s’ office, and it was all about this happening.” Lucy paused. “It mentioned some other things about the Salvation will experience turmoil and hardships, saving the world, some other things I can’t remember but they are in the books. So that’s why I came up with Project Salvation. If these people were starting to remember, the entire world is at the same time. And only a handful of us here are keeping an eye out, spreading the word. That’s how it got to you, we knew you were listening. And now that you’ve come here, I want you to meet some of the people who remember.”
Lucy’s offer couldn’t have been clearer. Now, it was up to Martha on whether or not she would agree to it.
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(A/N: Holy crap, y’all! I didn’t know Lucy was going to be in my fic, but as I was typing it out from my head, and there she was! I had to write this in between breaks from class, so that’s why it had taken so long to update! )
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, Jack Harkness, rest of Torchwood and the Jones family, mentions of Noble family, and a special guest star.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor
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, XIII
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Martha tossed and turned on the small bed. It was comfortable, but she couldn’t sleep. Sighing into the darkness of the room, she sat up and brushed her hair from her face. After a good wash and changing into something more her size, she was shown a room in the Noble household. Martha had some light come into the room, due to the window the bed was sitting next to, and glanced out the dark maroon colored curtains.
“What a beautiful night,” Martha whispered to herself, looking up at the many stars and full moon that was shining bright.
The stars above reminded her of… no, she couldn’t think of the Doctor right then. She would spend another hour and a half crying for no absolute reason when his name was brought up. Martha couldn’t believe how emotional she had become in the day that became night. Her mind was still sensitive, her body was itching for some kind of comfort, relief, and the more she ran her arms over herself to comfort, her hands reminded her of the Doctor… or worst… the Master.
So there she was, lying there on her back, looking up at the ceiling. The commotion outside the door had quieted down; she assumed both Donna and Sylvia had fallen asleep. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 9:47 p.m., and Martha let out a sigh of disbelief. It felt like so much longer.
And then, her consciousness began to speak to her.
Are you going, Matha? Was it even safe to go was the real question. The time was ticking away and Martha knew she didn’t have much time at this rate. Rolling over, she pulled herself out of bed, and straightened out her shirt that almost covered half of her small frame. As she finished getting herself together, Martha opened the bedroom door to find it completely dark in the hallway and left the Noble household.
Well, without unlocking the bedroom window first…
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The Doctor continued to pace back and forth, running his hand through his hair, making it even wilder. He couldn’t sleep, like he ever really did sleep, but he spotted Gwen asleep at her desk, as well as Mickey who couldn’t help but make himself a bed from two available chairs. The Hub entrance was opened in some kind of grand way, and Jack walked through, spotting two of his employees asleep. “Well?” the Doctor asked, putting his hands into his pockets.
“Well, I asked around and a few people did remember seeing a woman who fits Martha’s description. But they also said that she was taken by another woman, a woman red hair and speaking very… loudly.”
“You mean..?” The Doctor trailed off, not having to mention anymore since he remembered her.
Her happened to be Donna Noble, and she was always on the Doctor’s mind. After removing her memories to save her life, he had wondered about her well being. He didn’t want to do it but he had to.
“If it is Donna, Martha’s in good hands. The downside is well, her memories returning and having her burn, in your own words, Doctor.” Jack replied, sitting down at his desk, his shoulders slumped and let out a deep sigh that came from his core. “Now I’m worried about both of them.” Was all that Jack could say at this point, and the Doctor didn’t respond but stop in his mid step to stare at the immortal man and start the pace cycle once again.
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Martha’s feet carried her to the nearest stop where she caught the trolley. Sitting alone towards the back, her eyes kept a close gaze at who was around. Just complete strangers who were going the same direction she was. Sighing, she looked out the window and caught her reflection, and couldn’t recognize who the girl in the window was. Instead of debating about it in her head, she rubbed her face and let the trolley take her to a destination she did not know of.
About twenty minutes had passed and Martha was one of three people left on the transportation until it came to a complete stop. She realized it was her own stop and climbed off, more anxious and afraid than anything.
But Martha was determined to find the truth at any cost.
The address was right before in a two story home. The porch light was on so someone was home, but Martha thought maybe she had the wrong address. Instead of ringing the doorbell, Martha stared at the door, wondering if she should her not. Her hand paused at the creamed colored door and a clicking sound from the other side of the door was in range.
Run, run was repeating in her head but her feet were kept still, like some force was keeping her there. No more running, apparently.
The front door opened and a figure stood before Martha. A slight gasp came from her lips when she recognized who the face was. “It’s you.”
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Meanwhile, at the Noble household, Sylvia was awoken by the sound of her telephone ringing not once, or twice, but four times before rolling over to answer it. “Ello?”
Mickey cleared his throat on the other end, quite sleepily at that. “Yes, is this the Noble household?” He asked, just making completely sure before blurting out what was really on his mind.
“Yes, it is. Who is this?” Sylvia asked back, finally getting up from her laying structure and sat up in the bed now, resting her head against the headboard.
“You may not remember me, but this is Mickey Smith.”
Sylvia fell quiet, and she did remember hearing about him from Donna’s rambles about her travels with the Doctor. Clearing her throat, she yawned a little to him. “I assume you’re calling about Martha. That’s the only explanation I can come up with at almost ten at night.”
Well, she beat him to the punch. “Yes, I am. Is she there with you?”
Sylvia climbed out of bed now, and stretched. “Yes, she is. “ She spoke in a whisper just in case her daughter happened to be on awake or listening in.
“Well, Mrs. Noble, we’re looking for her. She’s not… very stable at the moment.” Mickey could hear the exaggeration in her sigh through the receiver. “She’s been through a lot and we just want her back safely.”
And then Sylvia began to tell the story of how Martha got into her home, thanks to her daughter, Donna.
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Martha couldn’t believe she was sitting in her home, her very… quaint and silent home. She was sitting in one of the couch chairs that reclined back, and tapped her foot back and forth, a habit she had from being nervous.
Lucy Saxton came into the room with a cup of tea to offer to the other woman. “I didn’t poison it, don’t worry.” Lucy looked exhausted, paler, but her hair was a darker shade of blonde, almost a brown shade and pulled back into a ponytail. The woman had bangs that covered her eyes, but Martha was amazed at how different she looked now, than she did on the Valiant.
“So, you’re probably wondering why you’re here. And I can explain everything, but first, I wanted to apologize. I never had the chance to say that I’m sorry for what happened. I knew it was wrong in my heart but I had to play along. He had changed, he was manipulative, didn’t give a fuck about anything and I give you so much credit for doing what you did for everyone.” Lucy spoke up, sitting across from Martha on the couch.
Martha didn’t know what to say. She was speechless. “But I was scared; I was so scared of him. That’s why I shot him; I had to end it then and there because I couldn’t risk him living anymore. He was a terror.“ Lucy continued to speak and Martha felt the boulders that were blocking her heart crumbling down. “So, after all that, I went back home, not our home, but my own home for once. It was nice. But I could feel him everywhere I went, like he was haunting me. I knew I was alone with dealing with everything because I…. well, everyone else would have hated me.”
Martha sipped her tea and sat the cup down on the coffee table. “Listen, that time was difficult for all of us. And I know it seemed like we all forgot about you and in a way we did but we had ourselves to worry about first. I’m just surprised that you’re still in England, and are you a part of this whole Project Salvation nonsense?”
Lucy nodded her head at her question.
“What’s going on with me? Do you know?” Lucy shook her head no before pausing. “I just need answers, any kind of answers. Why I was chosen, why are people starting to remember what they shouldn’t, and why did he come back? Why did he come back after me?”
Lucy caught on the “he” and stood up at the mention of him. “Is he back!?”
Martha herself got up and calmed her down. “No, no, he’s gone, hopefully for good.” Lucy began to relax in the midst of panicking. “Breathe, breathe.” She began to calm her down by breathing techniques, finally sitting the lighter skinned girl back down onto the couch. “Now, do you know anything? About me?”
Lucy sniffled before nodding her head slowly. “I do. People I’ve seen around the neighborhood, they started to remember a few months ago. They kept saying, they remembered a man who spoke of drums, and it scared me. The fact that they remembered more so did, but then I remembered something he said in the middle of using the Toclafane. He mentioned something in his sleep one night while searching for you. Something about the Salvation, and that she was going to return and heal the world of suffering. And after everything that had happened, it is you, Martha.”
Martha licked her lips in the midst of it all, absorbing this kind of information. “I had managed to get my hand on texts from ‘Harry’s’ office, and it was all about this happening.” Lucy paused. “It mentioned some other things about the Salvation will experience turmoil and hardships, saving the world, some other things I can’t remember but they are in the books. So that’s why I came up with Project Salvation. If these people were starting to remember, the entire world is at the same time. And only a handful of us here are keeping an eye out, spreading the word. That’s how it got to you, we knew you were listening. And now that you’ve come here, I want you to meet some of the people who remember.”
Lucy’s offer couldn’t have been clearer. Now, it was up to Martha on whether or not she would agree to it.
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(A/N: Holy crap, y’all! I didn’t know Lucy was going to be in my fic, but as I was typing it out from my head, and there she was! I had to write this in between breaks from class, so that’s why it had taken so long to update! )