Awful discoveries (closed)
Who: Martha Jones and Captain Jack Harkness
When: Morning, after this (prior to Ianto's arrival and Martha's conversation with him over the network.)
Where: The Doctor's room, then Jack's room
Summary: Martha discovers the Doctor is gone and immediately rushes to see Jack.
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Martha had slept well that night. She always did when the Doctor was around. There was something so calming to her about his presence, especially after that first number of weeks she'd spent in the hotel unsure of whether she'd ever see him again.
Consciousness hit her gradually. Her first thought was of how pleasant it had been to lie there face-to-face with the Doctor the previous night, then of the fact that she had to take him to see his double this morning. She opened her eyes to the bright morning, faced by a strangely quiet room. She sat up, using her fingers to brush her hair out of her eyes, and observed the room. The Doctor was nowhere in sight. "Doctor?"
She wondered for a second if she'd simply dreamed that last leg of her previous night, whether she'd actually fallen asleep in her room before heading down to see the Doctor. She was still fully dressed in the previous day's clothes, but that would be the case whether she'd fallen asleep unexpectedly in her own room or, as she'd assumed, in the Doctor's room. There were no answers here.
That was, until she looked to her left and regarded the large grandfather clock. So yes, she was definitely in the Doctor's room. He'd probably just gone to the dining hall for breakfast, or something had occurred to him in the middle of the night and he'd rushed to the attic, or the library, or somewhere.
Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and it took a minute for her to realize why, but when she did, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
There wasn't a single personal item of the Doctor's in sight. His big coat wasn't draped over anything, his various gadgets weren't littering the desk. "Don't panic, Martha," she said aloud. The whole bit about Holmes' disappearance probably just had her on edge. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. All the seemingly ridiculous things that happened in her life brought with them reasonable explanations. Maybe he'd seen fit to tidy at four in the morning! Yes, that was probably it.
She wasn't one to snoop, but she needed to reassure herself that this was the case. Then she'd go find him, and they'd go visit his human equivalent, and all would be fine. She first checked the closet. No, no coat. Well, maybe he'd decided to go for a walk. ... in the desert. Still, he'd done weirder things than dress inappropriately for the weather, so that didn't mean anything. Or maybe it was chilly in the attic! It could be! But attics were normally fairly stuffy. But this place broke all sorts of rules! Yes, it had to be one or the other. Or something else she wasn't even thinking of.
She walked slowly over to the grandfather clock. This was the moment of truth, she thought, crouching down in front of it. If she was correct, the hidden compartment was right... yes. It slid open, like a drawer.
And it was empty. As if there'd never been anything in there at all.
Martha felt a sick feeling flow through her suddenly, a feeling of disbelief and horror. She couldn't stay here for another minute. She couldn't be in this room that was supposed to be the Doctor's but wasn't anymore. She just couldn't be.
Forgetting all about the pillow she'd brought with her, and of anything besides escape, she fled the scene, making a direct beeline for the only place she could think at that moment to go, just across the hall: Jack's room.
Her knocks on the door were frantic and uneven.
When: Morning, after this (prior to Ianto's arrival and Martha's conversation with him over the network.)
Where: The Doctor's room, then Jack's room
Summary: Martha discovers the Doctor is gone and immediately rushes to see Jack.
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Martha had slept well that night. She always did when the Doctor was around. There was something so calming to her about his presence, especially after that first number of weeks she'd spent in the hotel unsure of whether she'd ever see him again.
Consciousness hit her gradually. Her first thought was of how pleasant it had been to lie there face-to-face with the Doctor the previous night, then of the fact that she had to take him to see his double this morning. She opened her eyes to the bright morning, faced by a strangely quiet room. She sat up, using her fingers to brush her hair out of her eyes, and observed the room. The Doctor was nowhere in sight. "Doctor?"
She wondered for a second if she'd simply dreamed that last leg of her previous night, whether she'd actually fallen asleep in her room before heading down to see the Doctor. She was still fully dressed in the previous day's clothes, but that would be the case whether she'd fallen asleep unexpectedly in her own room or, as she'd assumed, in the Doctor's room. There were no answers here.
That was, until she looked to her left and regarded the large grandfather clock. So yes, she was definitely in the Doctor's room. He'd probably just gone to the dining hall for breakfast, or something had occurred to him in the middle of the night and he'd rushed to the attic, or the library, or somewhere.
Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and it took a minute for her to realize why, but when she did, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
There wasn't a single personal item of the Doctor's in sight. His big coat wasn't draped over anything, his various gadgets weren't littering the desk. "Don't panic, Martha," she said aloud. The whole bit about Holmes' disappearance probably just had her on edge. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. All the seemingly ridiculous things that happened in her life brought with them reasonable explanations. Maybe he'd seen fit to tidy at four in the morning! Yes, that was probably it.
She wasn't one to snoop, but she needed to reassure herself that this was the case. Then she'd go find him, and they'd go visit his human equivalent, and all would be fine. She first checked the closet. No, no coat. Well, maybe he'd decided to go for a walk. ... in the desert. Still, he'd done weirder things than dress inappropriately for the weather, so that didn't mean anything. Or maybe it was chilly in the attic! It could be! But attics were normally fairly stuffy. But this place broke all sorts of rules! Yes, it had to be one or the other. Or something else she wasn't even thinking of.
She walked slowly over to the grandfather clock. This was the moment of truth, she thought, crouching down in front of it. If she was correct, the hidden compartment was right... yes. It slid open, like a drawer.
And it was empty. As if there'd never been anything in there at all.
Martha felt a sick feeling flow through her suddenly, a feeling of disbelief and horror. She couldn't stay here for another minute. She couldn't be in this room that was supposed to be the Doctor's but wasn't anymore. She just couldn't be.
Forgetting all about the pillow she'd brought with her, and of anything besides escape, she fled the scene, making a direct beeline for the only place she could think at that moment to go, just across the hall: Jack's room.
Her knocks on the door were frantic and uneven.