Revelation
Title: Revelation
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, UNIT
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Sontaran Stratagem, The Poison Sky
Summary: The Doctor is forced to deal with his feelings about Martha Jones.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Well this is it, the last of the five plot ideas that the Bunny!Muses tossed my way after I watched "The Sontaran Stratagem". I hope "The Poison Sky" doesn't cause them to throw as many at me this week!
Oh and yes, I have left this open-ended just so I can write a sequel of sorts in another week or so.
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The Doctor headed out of the TARDIS on his way to find Martha, having persuaded Donna to take refuge in the ship. He couldn't leave Martha out here when the air was full of choking fumes and the Sontaran warships were already on their way to Earth; she might work for UNIT now, but he still felt responsible for her and he wanted to know that she was somewhere safe.
He rushed up the steps into the mobile base. "Where's Martha?" he asked Mace as he burst in. He had begged the Colonel to get his people out and to avoid engaging with the Sontarans, but Mace wouldn't listen.
"Doctor Jones is doing her job," answered Mace. "She's in the mobile First Aid unit."
The Time Lord scowled, then hurried out, wondering just where the mobile First Aid unit was in this large factory complex. He hurried into the main building, deciding that he would start looking for her in the area where they'd examined the ATMOS device.
He was half way up the stairs when he heard the thud of booted feet in the corridor below. He leant over the banister and looking down, saw Sontaran troops marching through the factory. He swore softly under his breath; he'd hoped to find Martha and get her back to the TARDIS before the Sontarans arrived in force.
Just as he was about to go on up the stairs he saw Martha, now dressed in her white coat, in amongst the troops: he noticed that she didn't look scared or nervous, and felt his hearts swell with pride at her fearlessness. He quietly made his way back down the stairs with the intention of staying close and, when the chance arose, dashing in to get her out of there and back to the TARDIS.
He realised as he waited on the stairs, that he could hear young Rattigan's voice from the head of the troop, and his face grew dark with anger; finally the last of the Sontarans passed him and he gave them a few moments to get clear of the stairwell, then he slipped out into the corridor to tag along behind them. They were so focused on where they were going, that none of them thought to look behind, which at least made it easier for him to follow them.
The troop moved out of the corridor and onto the main factory floor and the Doctor tensed, waiting for an opportunity to move forward and grab Martha. He saw the Sontarans were forming up into ranks, then spotted Martha moving towards Rattigan, who stood off to one side with Staal. The Time Lord lurked in the doorway, eyes darting back and forth as he took in the scene and calculated distances, angles and speeds for rescuing Martha. As Martha reached Staal and Rattigan, the Doctor raced across the factory floor, his coat flying behind him, and he grabbed Martha's arm and pulled her away without breaking stride.
She yelped in surprise when the Doctor appeared, apparently out of nowhere, to grab her and drag her at a run across the factory floor. They hadn't got even half way to the doors when the Doctor heard Staal bellowing "Stop them." The Time Lord threw a quick glance over his shoulder and saw Rattigan raising a large gun in their direction.
"Uh-oh," he said softly, and changed the course of their run, beginning to zigzag and hoping that they would present a harder target to hit.
The next moment shots rang out and Martha screamed beside him, crashing to the floor and pulling him down beside her.
"NO!" he yelled in horror, seeing blood blooming on her chest and stomach. He bent to cradle her in his arms, beginning to sob in despair as she looked up at him, surprise writ large across her face.
"No, you can't die, you can't!" he cried wildly, "not yet, not like this, and I haven't even told you yet."
"Told me?" she asked wonderingly.
He looked down into her puzzled face, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "You were never second best, Martha Jones. You were brilliant. And I thought the world of you. Please don't die! Please don't! Please!" He broke down, choking on his words and sobs, feeling as if someone was tearing his hearts to pieces as she died in his arms.
* * * * * *
Hours later, the battle for the Earth was over, and the Sontarans, what remained of their troops, were preparing to head to more hospitable regions of the galaxy. After Martha had died, the Doctor had completely lost himself in his blazing anger; he took Martha's body back to the TARDIS, then dropped Donna off at home despite her vehement protests, before taking his ship aboard the Sontarans' control ship. There he caused havoc, destroying the scout ships that were still aboard the mother ship, then hunting down the ships that were already on Earth or orbiting it, destroying them too. Working feverishly, he found a way to counteract the effects of the gas that the ATMOS devices were still pumping into the planet's atmosphere and cleaned the poison from the skies. Then he landed back at the main factory, where UNIT were engaged in a massive battle - and losing badly, as he'd predicted earlier, not that he was happy that he was right - and revealed to Staal just what he'd done.
"As for you," he growled at Rattigan, the front of his blue jacket still stained with Martha's blood. "I am going to punish you for what you did."
He grabbed the teenager by the arm, intending to haul him off to the TARDIS, when a voice spoke faintly behind them.
"Doctor?"
For a moment he felt as if his hearts had stopped and Rattigan looked up into dark eyes wide with shock before the Time Lord turned away and gazed in astonishment at the sigh of Martha Jones, apparently alive and well, if looking a little disoriented, dressed in a flimsy hospital gown and watching him.
"Martha?" He thrust Rattigan towards Mace and Ross, and hurried towards the young doctor, sweeping her up into a tight hug.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said, "thought Rattigan had killed you." He held her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably into her neck.
"They cloned me," she told him somewhat breathlessly. "Could you let me breathe, please?"
He set her down on her feet, then sank down to the floor, still sobbing; Martha knelt beside him, heedless of the fact she was exhausted, hungry and cold.
"It's OK," she said softly. "Doctor, it's OK." She put a hand on his arm and he turned to pull her closer, sobbing on her shoulder now. The Doctor was oblivious to Mace and Ross hauling Rattigan away, hearing only Martha's soothing murmurs as she tried to calm and reassure him.
Finally his tears were spent and he became aware that she was shivering. "Oh Rassilon, Martha!" he exclaimed. He stood up and pulled off his heavy coat, then helped her into it before picking her up, despite her protest that she could walk, and carried her out of the factory, across the car park and over to the TARDIS.
"Where's Donna?" she asked as he opened the door and carried her inside.
"With her family," he answered, "I left her there for safety whilst I engaged the Sontarans."
He carried her down the corridor to the Med Bay where he finally set her back down on her feet; she saw curtains around one of the beds and wondered why they were there.
He caught the direction of her glance. "Your clone," he said, then gestured for her to sit on one of the other beds.
She sat down and waited patiently whilst he checked her over, knowing he wouldn't be happy until he was positive she was okay. After fifteen minutes, during which she tried to ignore her growing hunger, he was satisfied that she was fit if exhausted and a little dehydrated.
He pulled off his glasses, then pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly weary himself. "Right then, let's find you some clothes," he said, trying to be bright and cheerful.
"Clothes and food," she corrected gently as she slipped off the bed and wrapped his coat around her again.
"Yes, food, good idea." He led the way out into the corridor and down towards the Wardrobe where he rummaged on a rack for a few minutes before coming up with a pair of black jeans, a red t-shirt, and a light grey leather jacket with outsize buttons. He grabbed a pair of boots and handed everything to her, then pulled open a cupboard and gestured at it, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Underwear," he said tersely.
Martha looked through what was there and found some socks, some knickers and a bra in her size. "Thanks." She felt too weary to be embarrassed.
"You look exhausted," he said suddenly and before she could answer, he picked her up again and carried her to her old room, setting her down on her bed.
"Why don't you get dressed," he suggested, "and I'll go and sort out some food? You can eat here and then get some sleep."
She nodded. "OK." To her surprise, he ducked his head and kissed her cheek before heading towards the door.
Ten minutes later he was back and she was dressed, although their coats were draped over the arm of her easy chair, and the boots stood beside the chair. Martha herself was lying on her bed, her eyes closed and her breathing steady; the Doctor hesitated, wondering if she'd fallen asleep already, but as he was about to turn away she opened her eyes and gave him a tired smile.
"Hey," he said softly, crossing the room to set down the tray he carried on her desk. "Thought you were asleep."
"Not yet," she answered. "I'm too hungry."
"Here you go then," he said.
Martha got up and moved to the chair by her desk, finding that he'd brought her a large bowl of thick vegetable soup, two warm bread rolls, and a hunk of fruit cake. A tall glass of fruit juice and a mug of tea accompanied the food.
"Thanks," she said, picking up the spoon eagerly.
"You're welcome. Eat up while I move the TARDIS into the Vortex, then you can sleep as long as you need before I go and pick up Donna again." He squeezed her shoulder, dropped a kiss on the top of her head, then went out.
She looked after him thoughtfully for a moment, then turned her attention to her meal. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but sensed that the Doctor had thought he'd lost her and it had affected him more than she'd have believed possible. She would have to ask him about it, but food and sleep came first.
Martha was so hungry that she finished her meal in an almost indecent amount of time; she left the tray on her desk, reasoning she would take it to the kitchen later. She settled on her bed, listened to the TARDIS' humming for a few moments, then fell asleep.
* * * * * *
The Doctor moved the TARDIS into the Time Vortex, then pulled out Martha's old phone and rang Donna, assuring her that he was still alive and that he'd found Martha, but she needed time to rest and recover before he could come back for her. She assured him that she was happy to spend some time with her grandfather who was now out of the hospital and recovering from nearly being asphyxiated by the Sontarans.
"Good. I'll come and get you in a few hours," he assured her before hanging up. He wandered restlessly around the Control Room for several minutes before remembering that he also hadn't eaten for some time, so he went to the kitchen to make himself a meal. He cooked and ate mechanically, his mind on Martha; he'd been so devastated when he'd thought he'd lost her and more than a bit ruthless in dealing with the Sontarans as a result. He felt guilty about that, knowing neither Martha nor Donna would approve if they found out; he could picture the looks of disappointment both women would give him, and resolved never to tell them.
What he was less sure about was whether or not to repeat to Martha what he'd told her clone when she lay dying in his arms: on the one hand he knew she deserved to hear it, but on the other he wasn't sure she really cared, not now that she was happy with Tom. He was glad she was happy and he didn't really want to remind her of the awful things she'd suffered for his sake, but he was also vaguely aware that it would be cowardly to put off saying the things that Martha deserved to hear from him.
He sighed, rubbing a hand through his wild hair as he wondered how it was that Martha and Donna both managed to make him do the right thing (for the most part), which no Time Lord (except perhaps Romana) had ever done. He frowned thoughtfully, then cravenly decided he wouldn't say anything to Martha unless she brought it up, and hopefully she would more interested in getting back to UNIT than in discussing recent events.
* * * * * *
Martha slept for six hours and woke feeling considerably more human than when she'd gone to bed. She headed into her bathroom for a shower before dressing and going in search of the Doctor.
The Time Lord was sitting with his feet up on the edge of the console, reading a heavy book when she walked into the Control Room. He looked around and smiled at her, pulling off and pocketing his glasses before he set the book down on the floor.
"Hello, you look a lot brighter."
"I feel it," she answered as she returned his smile, then sat down next to him.
"Good." He slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her briefly. "Right, I should go and get Donna, and then get you back to UNIT HQ," he said brightly. He moved off the chair and began dancing around the console in his usual manic manner.
Martha watched him, hiding a smile of amusement as he stretched out a foot to press down a button. She was pleased he'd overcome his earlier melancholy mood and wondered whether to ask him about the clone's death, then decided to leave it for the moment.
A few minutes later the TARDIS arrived with her customary bump and he grinned at her from the console.
"Coming?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I'll wait here."
He gave her a grin, then hurried down the ramp, pausing to grab his coat and pull it on before he went outside. He left the door open and Martha could hear voices in the street; then she heard something else that she couldn't place. She glanced around the familiar Control Room, until she spotted the large square jar with the Doctor's hand in it under the console. The water was bubbling and the fingers were twitching madly; she frowned, remembering Jack had told her that he'd used it as a 'Doctor Detector'. She slipped down off the seat and peered in at the hand as the finger movements became more energetic.
Donna and the Doctor came in through the door, which Donna shut behind them, and Martha looked up at them in concern.
"I think we might have trouble," she told them.
Before the Doctor could ask what she meant, the TARDIS lurched and the Time Rotor began to move up and down, leaving all three of them wide-eyed with surprise.
"Big trouble," Martha amended as they realised the ship had taken off without anyone at the controls.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, UNIT
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Sontaran Stratagem, The Poison Sky
Summary: The Doctor is forced to deal with his feelings about Martha Jones.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Well this is it, the last of the five plot ideas that the Bunny!Muses tossed my way after I watched "The Sontaran Stratagem". I hope "The Poison Sky" doesn't cause them to throw as many at me this week!
Oh and yes, I have left this open-ended just so I can write a sequel of sorts in another week or so.
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The Doctor headed out of the TARDIS on his way to find Martha, having persuaded Donna to take refuge in the ship. He couldn't leave Martha out here when the air was full of choking fumes and the Sontaran warships were already on their way to Earth; she might work for UNIT now, but he still felt responsible for her and he wanted to know that she was somewhere safe.
He rushed up the steps into the mobile base. "Where's Martha?" he asked Mace as he burst in. He had begged the Colonel to get his people out and to avoid engaging with the Sontarans, but Mace wouldn't listen.
"Doctor Jones is doing her job," answered Mace. "She's in the mobile First Aid unit."
The Time Lord scowled, then hurried out, wondering just where the mobile First Aid unit was in this large factory complex. He hurried into the main building, deciding that he would start looking for her in the area where they'd examined the ATMOS device.
He was half way up the stairs when he heard the thud of booted feet in the corridor below. He leant over the banister and looking down, saw Sontaran troops marching through the factory. He swore softly under his breath; he'd hoped to find Martha and get her back to the TARDIS before the Sontarans arrived in force.
Just as he was about to go on up the stairs he saw Martha, now dressed in her white coat, in amongst the troops: he noticed that she didn't look scared or nervous, and felt his hearts swell with pride at her fearlessness. He quietly made his way back down the stairs with the intention of staying close and, when the chance arose, dashing in to get her out of there and back to the TARDIS.
He realised as he waited on the stairs, that he could hear young Rattigan's voice from the head of the troop, and his face grew dark with anger; finally the last of the Sontarans passed him and he gave them a few moments to get clear of the stairwell, then he slipped out into the corridor to tag along behind them. They were so focused on where they were going, that none of them thought to look behind, which at least made it easier for him to follow them.
The troop moved out of the corridor and onto the main factory floor and the Doctor tensed, waiting for an opportunity to move forward and grab Martha. He saw the Sontarans were forming up into ranks, then spotted Martha moving towards Rattigan, who stood off to one side with Staal. The Time Lord lurked in the doorway, eyes darting back and forth as he took in the scene and calculated distances, angles and speeds for rescuing Martha. As Martha reached Staal and Rattigan, the Doctor raced across the factory floor, his coat flying behind him, and he grabbed Martha's arm and pulled her away without breaking stride.
She yelped in surprise when the Doctor appeared, apparently out of nowhere, to grab her and drag her at a run across the factory floor. They hadn't got even half way to the doors when the Doctor heard Staal bellowing "Stop them." The Time Lord threw a quick glance over his shoulder and saw Rattigan raising a large gun in their direction.
"Uh-oh," he said softly, and changed the course of their run, beginning to zigzag and hoping that they would present a harder target to hit.
The next moment shots rang out and Martha screamed beside him, crashing to the floor and pulling him down beside her.
"NO!" he yelled in horror, seeing blood blooming on her chest and stomach. He bent to cradle her in his arms, beginning to sob in despair as she looked up at him, surprise writ large across her face.
"No, you can't die, you can't!" he cried wildly, "not yet, not like this, and I haven't even told you yet."
"Told me?" she asked wonderingly.
He looked down into her puzzled face, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "You were never second best, Martha Jones. You were brilliant. And I thought the world of you. Please don't die! Please don't! Please!" He broke down, choking on his words and sobs, feeling as if someone was tearing his hearts to pieces as she died in his arms.
* * * * * *
Hours later, the battle for the Earth was over, and the Sontarans, what remained of their troops, were preparing to head to more hospitable regions of the galaxy. After Martha had died, the Doctor had completely lost himself in his blazing anger; he took Martha's body back to the TARDIS, then dropped Donna off at home despite her vehement protests, before taking his ship aboard the Sontarans' control ship. There he caused havoc, destroying the scout ships that were still aboard the mother ship, then hunting down the ships that were already on Earth or orbiting it, destroying them too. Working feverishly, he found a way to counteract the effects of the gas that the ATMOS devices were still pumping into the planet's atmosphere and cleaned the poison from the skies. Then he landed back at the main factory, where UNIT were engaged in a massive battle - and losing badly, as he'd predicted earlier, not that he was happy that he was right - and revealed to Staal just what he'd done.
"As for you," he growled at Rattigan, the front of his blue jacket still stained with Martha's blood. "I am going to punish you for what you did."
He grabbed the teenager by the arm, intending to haul him off to the TARDIS, when a voice spoke faintly behind them.
"Doctor?"
For a moment he felt as if his hearts had stopped and Rattigan looked up into dark eyes wide with shock before the Time Lord turned away and gazed in astonishment at the sigh of Martha Jones, apparently alive and well, if looking a little disoriented, dressed in a flimsy hospital gown and watching him.
"Martha?" He thrust Rattigan towards Mace and Ross, and hurried towards the young doctor, sweeping her up into a tight hug.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said, "thought Rattigan had killed you." He held her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably into her neck.
"They cloned me," she told him somewhat breathlessly. "Could you let me breathe, please?"
He set her down on her feet, then sank down to the floor, still sobbing; Martha knelt beside him, heedless of the fact she was exhausted, hungry and cold.
"It's OK," she said softly. "Doctor, it's OK." She put a hand on his arm and he turned to pull her closer, sobbing on her shoulder now. The Doctor was oblivious to Mace and Ross hauling Rattigan away, hearing only Martha's soothing murmurs as she tried to calm and reassure him.
Finally his tears were spent and he became aware that she was shivering. "Oh Rassilon, Martha!" he exclaimed. He stood up and pulled off his heavy coat, then helped her into it before picking her up, despite her protest that she could walk, and carried her out of the factory, across the car park and over to the TARDIS.
"Where's Donna?" she asked as he opened the door and carried her inside.
"With her family," he answered, "I left her there for safety whilst I engaged the Sontarans."
He carried her down the corridor to the Med Bay where he finally set her back down on her feet; she saw curtains around one of the beds and wondered why they were there.
He caught the direction of her glance. "Your clone," he said, then gestured for her to sit on one of the other beds.
She sat down and waited patiently whilst he checked her over, knowing he wouldn't be happy until he was positive she was okay. After fifteen minutes, during which she tried to ignore her growing hunger, he was satisfied that she was fit if exhausted and a little dehydrated.
He pulled off his glasses, then pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly weary himself. "Right then, let's find you some clothes," he said, trying to be bright and cheerful.
"Clothes and food," she corrected gently as she slipped off the bed and wrapped his coat around her again.
"Yes, food, good idea." He led the way out into the corridor and down towards the Wardrobe where he rummaged on a rack for a few minutes before coming up with a pair of black jeans, a red t-shirt, and a light grey leather jacket with outsize buttons. He grabbed a pair of boots and handed everything to her, then pulled open a cupboard and gestured at it, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Underwear," he said tersely.
Martha looked through what was there and found some socks, some knickers and a bra in her size. "Thanks." She felt too weary to be embarrassed.
"You look exhausted," he said suddenly and before she could answer, he picked her up again and carried her to her old room, setting her down on her bed.
"Why don't you get dressed," he suggested, "and I'll go and sort out some food? You can eat here and then get some sleep."
She nodded. "OK." To her surprise, he ducked his head and kissed her cheek before heading towards the door.
Ten minutes later he was back and she was dressed, although their coats were draped over the arm of her easy chair, and the boots stood beside the chair. Martha herself was lying on her bed, her eyes closed and her breathing steady; the Doctor hesitated, wondering if she'd fallen asleep already, but as he was about to turn away she opened her eyes and gave him a tired smile.
"Hey," he said softly, crossing the room to set down the tray he carried on her desk. "Thought you were asleep."
"Not yet," she answered. "I'm too hungry."
"Here you go then," he said.
Martha got up and moved to the chair by her desk, finding that he'd brought her a large bowl of thick vegetable soup, two warm bread rolls, and a hunk of fruit cake. A tall glass of fruit juice and a mug of tea accompanied the food.
"Thanks," she said, picking up the spoon eagerly.
"You're welcome. Eat up while I move the TARDIS into the Vortex, then you can sleep as long as you need before I go and pick up Donna again." He squeezed her shoulder, dropped a kiss on the top of her head, then went out.
She looked after him thoughtfully for a moment, then turned her attention to her meal. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but sensed that the Doctor had thought he'd lost her and it had affected him more than she'd have believed possible. She would have to ask him about it, but food and sleep came first.
Martha was so hungry that she finished her meal in an almost indecent amount of time; she left the tray on her desk, reasoning she would take it to the kitchen later. She settled on her bed, listened to the TARDIS' humming for a few moments, then fell asleep.
* * * * * *
The Doctor moved the TARDIS into the Time Vortex, then pulled out Martha's old phone and rang Donna, assuring her that he was still alive and that he'd found Martha, but she needed time to rest and recover before he could come back for her. She assured him that she was happy to spend some time with her grandfather who was now out of the hospital and recovering from nearly being asphyxiated by the Sontarans.
"Good. I'll come and get you in a few hours," he assured her before hanging up. He wandered restlessly around the Control Room for several minutes before remembering that he also hadn't eaten for some time, so he went to the kitchen to make himself a meal. He cooked and ate mechanically, his mind on Martha; he'd been so devastated when he'd thought he'd lost her and more than a bit ruthless in dealing with the Sontarans as a result. He felt guilty about that, knowing neither Martha nor Donna would approve if they found out; he could picture the looks of disappointment both women would give him, and resolved never to tell them.
What he was less sure about was whether or not to repeat to Martha what he'd told her clone when she lay dying in his arms: on the one hand he knew she deserved to hear it, but on the other he wasn't sure she really cared, not now that she was happy with Tom. He was glad she was happy and he didn't really want to remind her of the awful things she'd suffered for his sake, but he was also vaguely aware that it would be cowardly to put off saying the things that Martha deserved to hear from him.
He sighed, rubbing a hand through his wild hair as he wondered how it was that Martha and Donna both managed to make him do the right thing (for the most part), which no Time Lord (except perhaps Romana) had ever done. He frowned thoughtfully, then cravenly decided he wouldn't say anything to Martha unless she brought it up, and hopefully she would more interested in getting back to UNIT than in discussing recent events.
* * * * * *
Martha slept for six hours and woke feeling considerably more human than when she'd gone to bed. She headed into her bathroom for a shower before dressing and going in search of the Doctor.
The Time Lord was sitting with his feet up on the edge of the console, reading a heavy book when she walked into the Control Room. He looked around and smiled at her, pulling off and pocketing his glasses before he set the book down on the floor.
"Hello, you look a lot brighter."
"I feel it," she answered as she returned his smile, then sat down next to him.
"Good." He slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her briefly. "Right, I should go and get Donna, and then get you back to UNIT HQ," he said brightly. He moved off the chair and began dancing around the console in his usual manic manner.
Martha watched him, hiding a smile of amusement as he stretched out a foot to press down a button. She was pleased he'd overcome his earlier melancholy mood and wondered whether to ask him about the clone's death, then decided to leave it for the moment.
A few minutes later the TARDIS arrived with her customary bump and he grinned at her from the console.
"Coming?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I'll wait here."
He gave her a grin, then hurried down the ramp, pausing to grab his coat and pull it on before he went outside. He left the door open and Martha could hear voices in the street; then she heard something else that she couldn't place. She glanced around the familiar Control Room, until she spotted the large square jar with the Doctor's hand in it under the console. The water was bubbling and the fingers were twitching madly; she frowned, remembering Jack had told her that he'd used it as a 'Doctor Detector'. She slipped down off the seat and peered in at the hand as the finger movements became more energetic.
Donna and the Doctor came in through the door, which Donna shut behind them, and Martha looked up at them in concern.
"I think we might have trouble," she told them.
Before the Doctor could ask what she meant, the TARDIS lurched and the Time Rotor began to move up and down, leaving all three of them wide-eyed with surprise.
"Big trouble," Martha amended as they realised the ship had taken off without anyone at the controls.