It was bound to happen sooner or later. They'd done so well so far on their current adventures. Always sticking together. Mostly. No one getting hurt.
Thus, Martha had been surprised at first when she'd been captured on the paradise planet of all places. She'd gone through the woman's locker room and never come out.
Days later she was still strapped to the table. Still parched. She'd stopped feeling hunger days ago. Just pain now. And every time a question was asked... she stayed silent. She wouldn't betray him for the world.
It was suppose to be a simple holiday, one where they agreed upon rules. First and foremost: no running, no unnecessary use of the sonic screwdriver, and no touching of random objects (that was really in place for the Doctor, of course).
The beach seemed like a nice choice, both spread out on the blanket watching others around them. What could go wrong? Martha excused herself to use the restroom, leaving the Doctor, only to never return. It was like a scene from a movie as his patience thinned and he grew increasingly concerned.
Trying to find who took her was quite the task as no one claimed to have seen her in the first place. Question after question floated into his mind as he tried to trace her down and figure out anything.
Death. The word ticked through her brain like a metronome. It was the only thing that could release her. That or giving them the information they wanted. And then they'd kill her anyway.
She couldn't tell where one injury stopped and the next one started anymore. And she didn't know why. Or who. Or anything. One minute she had been happy, the next she had woken up tied to a chair. Chair... table... they put her wherever they felt like it. The table had been most recent.
Martha couldn't even focus on the questions anymore. But they wouldn't let her sleep. Wouldn't let her die. Not until she told them where the Doctor was.
It was a question incessantly echoing through his mind as he searched and searched. The scans on the TARDIS weren't being helpful, nor did he notice anyone watching them.
Then finally one day, the scanner 'pinged', bringing back the Doctor's attention as he scrambled over to the console. A ship was orbiting not too far from where he was, belonging to the Chelonians - human-like tortoises who were a warrior race similar to the Sontarans. Naturally, his curiosity was piqued and off he went.
Creeping through the halls, he heard bits and pieces of conversations discussing a 'human girl'. The Doctor couldn't believe his luck! Assuming it was Martha they were talking about.
The human girl screamed at the new form of torture they were applying. She didn't know she could scream any more.
"GO TO HELL" She managed as they finished. She passed out. Or she tried to but they woke her up. Their drugs were great at keeping her up.
And the Doctor hadn't saved her. She was stuck here because of him. No, Martha would never give any information about him. But Martha wanted this to be over.
Down the hall he crept, listening closer to the Chelonians talking. He was able to catch pieces that they were apparently interrogating the girl, but it hadn't been successful at all.
That's my Martha! He grinned to himself. Again, hopefully it was Martha they were talking about, but this ship was orbiting rather closely to Earth.
And then everything was confirmed as he figured out the room this 'human girl' was being held. He waited for the guards to move down the hall before breaking in and finding exactly who he was looking for tied down on a table.
Martha jumped when the door opened. But it was different than usual. Quiet. Sneaky. She opened her swollen eyes as far as they would open. Hallucinations. That was the only explanation.
But if it wasn't. He shouldn't be here. "Doctor," she croaked. "Run!"
He had crept up to the table, but that was as far as he could go as he was followed inside! For a tortoise, they sure moved rather fast and quietly.
He darted to the side quickly just in time to avoid being attacked by some weapon of theirs. When he bounced back up, he growled, "What do you want with her?!"
"To get to you, Doctor!" the Warrior replied, getting ready to aim his large staff that apparently also doubled as a gun.
Straightening up, "If you want me, then what's the point of killing me off? What do you need me for?"
It was him. She thought. She wasn't quite sure... but for once there weren't any drugs in her system keeping her up. And while the mirage or real Doctor fought with the tortoise creature, Martha welcomed the blackness that had been denied her for so long.
If Martha had been awake, she would've had quite the entertainment show as he flitted about avoiding being struck by the tortoise warrior. A run around the table this way, then a dart in the opposite direction, then back to running around. It must've looked rather comical before the Doctor managed to knock over some filled beaker just infront of the tortoise and causing him to slip and fall.
Quickly with a turn, he disarmed him and stood above with the gun/staff aimed at him. "Release Martha, she doesn't have anything you want!" And jab to the arm, he did as was commanded and released Martha from the restraints.
"Thank you, now tell me why you need me. You never made that clear."
"For the same reason anyone ever needs you Doctor," the tortoise snarled. "Take your knowledge, exact our revenge on you, and then kill you. The girl was supposed to be an easy means to do so. But she was too stupid to know any information."
Stubborn really. But the creature preferred insulting Martha rather than proving she'd bested them. "And it was fun making her scream."
He gritted his teeth in anger, trying to calm himself before finally speaking, "Well she's quite brilliant if she didn't help you lot out as far as I'm concerned."
And with a great downward force, the Doctor brought down the staff on his thigh, snapping the staff/gun in half before tossing it to the ground. "Now if you excuse us, we're on our way."
Without caring what the Chelonian thought or did, the Doctor slipped his arms under Martha and scooped her up. He held her close to his chest before looking the warrior in the face. "I have no business with you, and so we're going." Done and done!
The Chelonian growled as his weapon snapped in half, but made no move to get up.
Martha stirred slightly in the Doctor's arms. In her tortured haze she believed him still to be in serious danger. Again she croaked, "Run... save yourself..." before a wracking cough took over and she buried her face into his chest to squeeze out the pain.
"I'm not going anywhere without you." He replied, darting out into the hallway and looking from side to side. It was clear, but that didn't last long when warning sirens started.
At the end of the corridor, there was a keypad. Managing to still hold her and pull out his screwdriver, he sonic'ed it and brought down a door blocking off the corridor they just ran down. "That'll delay them, hopefully!"
He repeated it two more times as he moved forward to the TARDIS, thinking he pretty much had sealed themselves in. "Martha, I need you to take the key and go in the TARDIS. I need to seal off one more area!"
Martha winced as he ran, gasping audibly when he shifted her to get out his sonic. When he set her down and handed her the key, she cried out in pain. Broken something. She was too hurt to figure out what. Adrenaline. Martha needed adrenaline.
The best she could do was collapse and crawl to the door, reaching up and turning the key so she could fall inside. Martha lay in the doorway using for a breath... and then another. One more and she crawled up to where she could lean against one of the buttresses in the console.
She needed water. And probably an IV. And stitches. And a cast. And... it was easier to pass out again.
He ran to the back corridor to try and seal it off as well, but once around the corner he could see a swarm of Chelonian Warriors running as fast as they could, all armed with their staff guns. Skidding to a halt, the Doctor paused and realized whatever plan he had, wasn't worth it as he ran back to the TARDIS.
When the doors slammed shut, he could hear some blasts hitting the outside. "Arrgh! Stooop!" He cried out as he rushed to the console, only pausing to gently pat Martha's face, trying to wake her up.
Thus, Martha had been surprised at first when she'd been captured on the paradise planet of all places. She'd gone through the woman's locker room and never come out.
Days later she was still strapped to the table. Still parched. She'd stopped feeling hunger days ago. Just pain now. And every time a question was asked... she stayed silent. She wouldn't betray him for the world.
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The beach seemed like a nice choice, both spread out on the blanket watching others around them. What could go wrong? Martha excused herself to use the restroom, leaving the Doctor, only to never return. It was like a scene from a movie as his patience thinned and he grew increasingly concerned.
Trying to find who took her was quite the task as no one claimed to have seen her in the first place. Question after question floated into his mind as he tried to trace her down and figure out anything.
Martha, please be safe! I'm looking for you!
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She couldn't tell where one injury stopped and the next one started anymore. And she didn't know why. Or who. Or anything. One minute she had been happy, the next she had woken up tied to a chair. Chair... table... they put her wherever they felt like it. The table had been most recent.
Martha couldn't even focus on the questions anymore. But they wouldn't let her sleep. Wouldn't let her die. Not until she told them where the Doctor was.
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It was a question incessantly echoing through his mind as he searched and searched. The scans on the TARDIS weren't being helpful, nor did he notice anyone watching them.
Then finally one day, the scanner 'pinged', bringing back the Doctor's attention as he scrambled over to the console. A ship was orbiting not too far from where he was, belonging to the Chelonians - human-like tortoises who were a warrior race similar to the Sontarans. Naturally, his curiosity was piqued and off he went.
Creeping through the halls, he heard bits and pieces of conversations discussing a 'human girl'. The Doctor couldn't believe his luck! Assuming it was Martha they were talking about.
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"GO TO HELL" She managed as they finished. She passed out. Or she tried to but they woke her up. Their drugs were great at keeping her up.
And the Doctor hadn't saved her. She was stuck here because of him. No, Martha would never give any information about him. But Martha wanted this to be over.
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That's my Martha! He grinned to himself. Again, hopefully it was Martha they were talking about, but this ship was orbiting rather closely to Earth.
And then everything was confirmed as he figured out the room this 'human girl' was being held. He waited for the guards to move down the hall before breaking in and finding exactly who he was looking for tied down on a table.
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But if it wasn't. He shouldn't be here. "Doctor," she croaked. "Run!"
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He darted to the side quickly just in time to avoid being attacked by some weapon of theirs. When he bounced back up, he growled, "What do you want with her?!"
"To get to you, Doctor!" the Warrior replied, getting ready to aim his large staff that apparently also doubled as a gun.
Straightening up, "If you want me, then what's the point of killing me off? What do you need me for?"
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Quickly with a turn, he disarmed him and stood above with the gun/staff aimed at him. "Release Martha, she doesn't have anything you want!" And jab to the arm, he did as was commanded and released Martha from the restraints.
"Thank you, now tell me why you need me. You never made that clear."
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Stubborn really. But the creature preferred insulting Martha rather than proving she'd bested them. "And it was fun making her scream."
Martha whimpered slightly, but didn't wake.
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And with a great downward force, the Doctor brought down the staff on his thigh, snapping the staff/gun in half before tossing it to the ground. "Now if you excuse us, we're on our way."
Without caring what the Chelonian thought or did, the Doctor slipped his arms under Martha and scooped her up. He held her close to his chest before looking the warrior in the face. "I have no business with you, and so we're going." Done and done!
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Martha stirred slightly in the Doctor's arms. In her tortured haze she believed him still to be in serious danger. Again she croaked, "Run... save yourself..." before a wracking cough took over and she buried her face into his chest to squeeze out the pain.
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At the end of the corridor, there was a keypad. Managing to still hold her and pull out his screwdriver, he sonic'ed it and brought down a door blocking off the corridor they just ran down. "That'll delay them, hopefully!"
He repeated it two more times as he moved forward to the TARDIS, thinking he pretty much had sealed themselves in. "Martha, I need you to take the key and go in the TARDIS. I need to seal off one more area!"
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The best she could do was collapse and crawl to the door, reaching up and turning the key so she could fall inside. Martha lay in the doorway using for a breath... and then another. One more and she crawled up to where she could lean against one of the buttresses in the console.
She needed water. And probably an IV. And stitches. And a cast. And... it was easier to pass out again.
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When the doors slammed shut, he could hear some blasts hitting the outside. "Arrgh! Stooop!" He cried out as he rushed to the console, only pausing to gently pat Martha's face, trying to wake her up.
"Stay with me, Martha!"
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