Stardust, Doctor Who // Lost // Part 1
Title: Lost
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG13 (throughout)
Words: 752
Pairing: (eventual main) Tristan/Yvaine, Ten/Martha, Jack/Shakespeare, a few subtle ones
Summary: An unfortunate separation calls for an emergency TARDIS landing in Stormhold. However, the Doctor and Jack's search for Martha leads them in the complete opposite direction. Someone doesn't want them reunited.
Part: 1/4
Notes: This totally exploded so I had to separate it into a few parts. It's written for challenge 2 at stardustfanfic
Disclaimer: None of it's mine.
“Careful over there,” the Doctor warned as Martha stood by the door to the TARDIS. “That lock’s been out of whack the past few days.”
“I’m nowhere near it, don’t worry,” she replied. Martha was just a few feet away from the door, sitting on the lowest step of the TARDIS’s central controls. “WHOA!”
The machine shook and rocked violently, throwing Martha off the step and sending the Doctor crashing into the controls.
“Hold on!” he yelled, flipping switches madly with his hands and left foot.
The turbulence threw Martha around on the floor, sending her crashing into the doors. “Doctor!” she cried, as the force from her weight knocked a door off the hinge. “DOCTOR!”
“MARTHA!” He abandoned his place at the controls and raced to the open door. He was just able to touch her hand as she slipped out of the flying phone box, falling down to the world below. Breathing heavily, the Doctor looked out the door, realizing that they weren’t too far off the ground. “Jack!” he yelled.
“Yeah?” The former time agent stepped into the control room. “Where’s Martha?”
“She fell out,” the Doctor explained. “We’re not too far off the ground, luckily. We’ll make an emergency landing. Chicago 1973 will have to wait for another day.”
The TARDIS thumped again as it came to its emergency landing in an unknown world.
**
“AAAAHHH!” Martha screamed as she tumbled to the earth. She landed with a thud, expecting half of her bones (which she could name by heart) to shatter with the impact. Instead, she found herself surrounded by beautiful, white snowdrops. She sat up slowly. She was in pain, but nothing seemed to be broken. She looked around. Martha had never seen anything like the place that surrounded her.
“Miss?” a soft voice asked.
Martha looked around, searching for the source of the gentle voice. A small child, about five or six, stood not far off with a bouquet of snowdrops held in her tiny hands. “Can you help me?” she asked, fighting back tears. Where was the Doctor? What was going to happen to her?
“Are you all right, Miss?” the girl asked, dropping her flowers and walking towards Martha. “How did you get here?”
“I fell,” she answered, “from the sky.”
The child’s eyes lit up. “I’ll take you to my mum,” she said. “She’ll help you. She fell from the sky too, years ago.”
Martha smiled as she made her way to her feet, grateful for the child’s hospitality. They walked through the snowdrop field for a bit until they reached the entrance to a large castle. “Is this your home?” she asked the little girl.
“Yes,” she answered. “My mum and dad are king and queen of all of Stormhold.”
“Stormhold? Where is that?”
“Faerie,” she answered. “Just across the Wall.”
“Wall?” Martha thought back to where she had heard that before. “Like Wall, England?”
“Mhmm. That’s where my dad is from. Are you from there as well?”
“No, I’ve never been,” Martha replied. “I’m from London.”
They had reached the doors of the castle, entering without any question from the two guards.
“Mummy,” the little girl called. “Mummy, I’ve found a star!”
**
The Doctor stepped outside the broken door of the TARDIS and looked around. They were surrounded by white flowers.
“Ah, snowdrops,” the Doctor remarked. “One of my favorites.”
“How do you suppose we find her?” Jack asked, stepping out beside him.
“Well, the only option is to look around,” he replied. “And, judging by the looks of this place,” he glanced around, “walking isn’t going to do much good.”
“So, we…” Jack trailed off, waiting for the Doctor to finish his sentence.
“Take the first hallway back, turn right, and in the fifth door on the left, there should be a motor scooter. We’ll take that.”
He nodded and went to find the scooter.
Turning around, the Doctor held up his sonic screwdriver to the broken door. Carefully holding it in place, he held his device to the hinge, sealing it back together. He wished he’d done it ages ago when it came loose; then they wouldn’t be in this mess. Moments later, Jack rode out on the scooter.
The Doctor grabbed the helmet off the back and sat down behind the captain, arms wrapped around his waist. “Let’s go this way,” the Doctor pointed to the West. “I think I see a cottage in the distance.”
And so they sped off in search of Martha Jones.
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG13 (throughout)
Words: 752
Pairing: (eventual main) Tristan/Yvaine, Ten/Martha, Jack/Shakespeare, a few subtle ones
Summary: An unfortunate separation calls for an emergency TARDIS landing in Stormhold. However, the Doctor and Jack's search for Martha leads them in the complete opposite direction. Someone doesn't want them reunited.
Part: 1/4
Notes: This totally exploded so I had to separate it into a few parts. It's written for challenge 2 at stardustfanfic
Disclaimer: None of it's mine.
“Careful over there,” the Doctor warned as Martha stood by the door to the TARDIS. “That lock’s been out of whack the past few days.”
“I’m nowhere near it, don’t worry,” she replied. Martha was just a few feet away from the door, sitting on the lowest step of the TARDIS’s central controls. “WHOA!”
The machine shook and rocked violently, throwing Martha off the step and sending the Doctor crashing into the controls.
“Hold on!” he yelled, flipping switches madly with his hands and left foot.
The turbulence threw Martha around on the floor, sending her crashing into the doors. “Doctor!” she cried, as the force from her weight knocked a door off the hinge. “DOCTOR!”
“MARTHA!” He abandoned his place at the controls and raced to the open door. He was just able to touch her hand as she slipped out of the flying phone box, falling down to the world below. Breathing heavily, the Doctor looked out the door, realizing that they weren’t too far off the ground. “Jack!” he yelled.
“Yeah?” The former time agent stepped into the control room. “Where’s Martha?”
“She fell out,” the Doctor explained. “We’re not too far off the ground, luckily. We’ll make an emergency landing. Chicago 1973 will have to wait for another day.”
The TARDIS thumped again as it came to its emergency landing in an unknown world.
**
“AAAAHHH!” Martha screamed as she tumbled to the earth. She landed with a thud, expecting half of her bones (which she could name by heart) to shatter with the impact. Instead, she found herself surrounded by beautiful, white snowdrops. She sat up slowly. She was in pain, but nothing seemed to be broken. She looked around. Martha had never seen anything like the place that surrounded her.
“Miss?” a soft voice asked.
Martha looked around, searching for the source of the gentle voice. A small child, about five or six, stood not far off with a bouquet of snowdrops held in her tiny hands. “Can you help me?” she asked, fighting back tears. Where was the Doctor? What was going to happen to her?
“Are you all right, Miss?” the girl asked, dropping her flowers and walking towards Martha. “How did you get here?”
“I fell,” she answered, “from the sky.”
The child’s eyes lit up. “I’ll take you to my mum,” she said. “She’ll help you. She fell from the sky too, years ago.”
Martha smiled as she made her way to her feet, grateful for the child’s hospitality. They walked through the snowdrop field for a bit until they reached the entrance to a large castle. “Is this your home?” she asked the little girl.
“Yes,” she answered. “My mum and dad are king and queen of all of Stormhold.”
“Stormhold? Where is that?”
“Faerie,” she answered. “Just across the Wall.”
“Wall?” Martha thought back to where she had heard that before. “Like Wall, England?”
“Mhmm. That’s where my dad is from. Are you from there as well?”
“No, I’ve never been,” Martha replied. “I’m from London.”
They had reached the doors of the castle, entering without any question from the two guards.
“Mummy,” the little girl called. “Mummy, I’ve found a star!”
**
The Doctor stepped outside the broken door of the TARDIS and looked around. They were surrounded by white flowers.
“Ah, snowdrops,” the Doctor remarked. “One of my favorites.”
“How do you suppose we find her?” Jack asked, stepping out beside him.
“Well, the only option is to look around,” he replied. “And, judging by the looks of this place,” he glanced around, “walking isn’t going to do much good.”
“So, we…” Jack trailed off, waiting for the Doctor to finish his sentence.
“Take the first hallway back, turn right, and in the fifth door on the left, there should be a motor scooter. We’ll take that.”
He nodded and went to find the scooter.
Turning around, the Doctor held up his sonic screwdriver to the broken door. Carefully holding it in place, he held his device to the hinge, sealing it back together. He wished he’d done it ages ago when it came loose; then they wouldn’t be in this mess. Moments later, Jack rode out on the scooter.
The Doctor grabbed the helmet off the back and sat down behind the captain, arms wrapped around his waist. “Let’s go this way,” the Doctor pointed to the West. “I think I see a cottage in the distance.”
And so they sped off in search of Martha Jones.