RP for marthajonesmd, UNIT: Smith & Jones Edition

[handysparehand]

[note: this takes place in a verse where reject!ten was left in Martha's care instead of Rose's]

With one last click, he finished up his paperwork for the day.  Well, technically it wasn't paper work since UNIT was paperless.  Computer work, maybe?  But computer work made it sound like he was doing more than ticking off a million monotonous

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[marthajonesmd]

Martha put the last of the petri dishes she'd been swabbing in the incubator, then initialed the sheets for each dish. Alien bacterial cultures were so boring, but it was certainly better than the autopsies she'd been doing last week.

She glanced up when she heard the Doctor's voice, smiling broadly - and then the alarms went off. Martha grabbed the PDA in a pocket of her labcoat, hitting a few buttons to see what the problem was. "Looks like security's been breached," she said to the Doctor. "Probably just another nosy journalist." Still, the lack of information meant one thing: they'd have to find out for themselves.

Martha shrugged out of her labcoat and folded it over the back of a chair. "Want to go see?"

[handysparehand]

"Oh yes!" he smiled hugely at Martha.

He turned on his heels making a run down the hall. He didn't stop to see if Martha followed suit. He assumed she would. This was the thrill of the chase. This was -

"What are you doing?" a rather severe looking woman asked him, forcing him to skid to a stop.

"What?"

"There is no running in the halls."

He looked from the red blinking lights to the women in confusion. He pointed up towards the sirens.

"But. The alarm? Danger?"

[marthajonesmd]

Martha ran after the Doctor, lagging behind a bit due to her shorter legs - and, all right, because she was a little out of practise. Still, it was fun, even if they were potentially in danger. She stopped next to the Doctor as the woman lectured him, turning her head to look at the fatigue-clad soldiers trotting by in the opposite direction.

"Oh. Right." Martha held up her identification badge. Being the medical officer allowed her to pull rank on any number of people in UNIT, not that it was something she used often. "Doctor Jones, medical officer." She gave the woman a polite, somewhat frosty smile. "This is my assistant, Doctor Smith. We've got orders." Which was a complete lie, but a useful one.

[handysparehand]

The two began to walk away. He waited until they were out of earshot of the woman.

"Your assistant?" he asked raising an eyebrow, " I bet you loved that!"