The Head Bone's Connected to the Neck Bone
WHO: Ten, Martha
WHEN: Day 37, Mid morning
WHERE: TARDIS, Medical
INVITED: Chloe, Marcus, Nine, Rose, everyone else is welcome but good luck getting past the Doctors
STATUS: Complete
Ten stood back and allowed Nine to lead the way to medical. He knew just as well where it was, provided the TARDIS didn't get it in her "head" to move it about, but no matter what feelings of rightness and recognition, he knew that this wasn't his TARDIS and he had the decency to not step on any toes.
Oh, but the old girl did recognize him. The moment he stepped inside Ten felt her surprise and confusion, the almost spark of rejection before she settled down in her own amazed acceptance. Even more surprising, the TARDIS recognized Martha, and that brought to mind a million questions and thoughts and possibilities about time travel and divergent universes, and the possibility that there were possibilities, that his people had not considered.
Truth be told, those fleeting nearly dormant human emotions nearly made him panic and run for the door at first. Until she soothed him and logic took firm root to remind him that the universe was not being ripped apart by reapers just yet.
He stopped walking abruptly. Martha wasn't at his side, instead she hung back a few paces, walking far, far too slowly.
Ten slowed his own pace, allowing everyone to move on ahead of them before dropping into step with his companion. "Everything all right, Martha?"
He knew that it wasn't and he didn't need the slight shake of her head to tell him that.
"Why don't we go back to the beach?" Martha suggested. "Maybe Ami would be willing to take us, or maybe that bloke Chris hasn't left yet -"
"Doctor Jones," The Doctor began and then stopped. Martha's dark eyes were wide, her shoulders tense. "What's this about?"
"If I do this - if you do this - then we'll know what's wrong with me."
The Doctor stepped closer, holding her gaze. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "And we will fix it."
"What if you can't?" Martha asked. "I read those files, mutations and genetic manipulation and - we don't know how we got here or what happened before we woke up. Doctor, what if I'm some sort of Patient 0, what if -"
"What if you have the flu?" His other hand came to rest on her opposite shoulder and looked down at her with all the support and confidence of a centuries old Time Lord. "Whatever it is, we will cure it or fix it. You, of all people, should know that ignoring it and avoiding it doesn't help the patient or the ailment."
Martha drew a deep breath and gave a shaky laugh. "You think I'm being mental?"
"No, I think that you've been practicing medicine too long and that doctors really do make the worse patients." He quirked a half-grin at her, "I also think that allowing you access to those medical files was not the wisest of ideas."
That earned him a genuine laugh, even if Martha was still worried. Still she was his brave, conscientious Martha Jones and she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "Right, let's do this, yeah?"
"Yes, let's."
She still, however, clung to his hand as they continued down the corridor.
WHEN: Day 37, Mid morning
WHERE: TARDIS, Medical
INVITED: Chloe, Marcus, Nine, Rose, everyone else is welcome but good luck getting past the Doctors
STATUS: Complete
Ten stood back and allowed Nine to lead the way to medical. He knew just as well where it was, provided the TARDIS didn't get it in her "head" to move it about, but no matter what feelings of rightness and recognition, he knew that this wasn't his TARDIS and he had the decency to not step on any toes.
Oh, but the old girl did recognize him. The moment he stepped inside Ten felt her surprise and confusion, the almost spark of rejection before she settled down in her own amazed acceptance. Even more surprising, the TARDIS recognized Martha, and that brought to mind a million questions and thoughts and possibilities about time travel and divergent universes, and the possibility that there were possibilities, that his people had not considered.
Truth be told, those fleeting nearly dormant human emotions nearly made him panic and run for the door at first. Until she soothed him and logic took firm root to remind him that the universe was not being ripped apart by reapers just yet.
He stopped walking abruptly. Martha wasn't at his side, instead she hung back a few paces, walking far, far too slowly.
Ten slowed his own pace, allowing everyone to move on ahead of them before dropping into step with his companion. "Everything all right, Martha?"
He knew that it wasn't and he didn't need the slight shake of her head to tell him that.
"Why don't we go back to the beach?" Martha suggested. "Maybe Ami would be willing to take us, or maybe that bloke Chris hasn't left yet -"
"Doctor Jones," The Doctor began and then stopped. Martha's dark eyes were wide, her shoulders tense. "What's this about?"
"If I do this - if you do this - then we'll know what's wrong with me."
The Doctor stepped closer, holding her gaze. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "And we will fix it."
"What if you can't?" Martha asked. "I read those files, mutations and genetic manipulation and - we don't know how we got here or what happened before we woke up. Doctor, what if I'm some sort of Patient 0, what if -"
"What if you have the flu?" His other hand came to rest on her opposite shoulder and looked down at her with all the support and confidence of a centuries old Time Lord. "Whatever it is, we will cure it or fix it. You, of all people, should know that ignoring it and avoiding it doesn't help the patient or the ailment."
Martha drew a deep breath and gave a shaky laugh. "You think I'm being mental?"
"No, I think that you've been practicing medicine too long and that doctors really do make the worse patients." He quirked a half-grin at her, "I also think that allowing you access to those medical files was not the wisest of ideas."
That earned him a genuine laugh, even if Martha was still worried. Still she was his brave, conscientious Martha Jones and she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "Right, let's do this, yeah?"
"Yes, let's."
She still, however, clung to his hand as they continued down the corridor.