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// Leanne Jones ([info]unrequitedjones) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-08-12 23:55:00

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Entry tags:!log, martha jones, simon tam

Who: Martha Jones, Simon Tam, or the (real) doctors!
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: a random intersection
What: helping!
Rating/status: TBD

Martha Jones was not usually up at this hour. Something was rattling her, and it wasn't just the snow. She slipped out of her room in the TARDIS, down the corridor, to the control room, and out the main door, making sure the door clicked shut. She had her key - oh yes, she had her key! - and she set off in the semi-tranquil streets of Manhattan. She'd been having a bad dream, she missed her family, and she felt lost over the fact that she didn't know her own future. It wasn't just getting over the Doctor - he'd made a fair point that day that they'd talked - but it was all the stuff she knew the Doctor wasn't mentioning, and how chummy he seemed with Donna, and all the adventures she never got to have but he'd told her about. She wanted to go home. Home and sit down and not deal with any of ... this. Snow. In August.

What she wanted was highly irrelevant as there was only what she had. New York. 1964. No moon landing. No cell phone. No functioning TARDIS. And a lot of crazy that she had no choice but to bear.

It was nice, the snow, peaceful. Reminded her of home at Christmas. Home. An ocean and several decades away. Maybe a walk hadn't been the best of ideas.

A screech of brakes to her left and the unmistakeable sound of metal on metal caused Martha to come crashing back to reality. Two cars lay in a crumpled heap, the stop light above them flashing yellow in one direction, red in the other. It was silent, for half a second, before all the noise hit her at once; without even processing, she dashed over to the cars to see if there was anyone she could help.

"Someone call 911," she yelled to the empty, falling snow. "Help! Someone!"

She tugged at the door of the first car and a man tumbled out, groaning and holding his bleeding arm. A piece of metal was firmly embedded in. "You're gonna be alright sir," Martha said, ripping off a length of her own shirt. "Don't pull it out. I'm going to tie this around your arm to help the bleeding, then check on the other car."

Had no-one honestly woken with the racket? What time was it anyway!

"Help!" she yelled again, as loud as she could. "Someone! Call 911! Help!"


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[info]can_swear
2011-08-13 05:45 am UTC (link)
Simon kept hoping that one morning he'd wake up and the snow would be gone. Well, he continued to hope he'd wake up on Serenity, but he'd be happy enough for now with the snow being gone. He wondered how long it was going to last, but it seemed fairly stable and self-sustaining.

After an early breakfast in the cafeteria, he donned his boots and coat, snagging his medkit with the intention of continuing what had become something of a morning routine for him. He prowled the streets, looking for people he could assist. Whether it was an injury or just someone needing their walk shoveled, he was trying to find things to do to fill his time.

This morning though, he walked in on a scene. He stopped in the doorway as he heard someone shouting to call a number. It took him a moment to put it all together, but that would be an emergency number, he was fairly certain. Leaning back inside, he caught the attention of whoever was manning the desk to pass along the message before he headed back outside.

Jogging over carefully, his bright blue eyes assessed the situation. Seeing that someone who (apparently) knew what she was doing was tending to one half of the situation, he moved to the other. "What happened?" he called to the woman before he began to assess the injuries of the occupants of the second car.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-13 06:06 am UTC (link)
"Stay still," Martha commanded the man, who seemed like he was getting ready to protest. "I might not look it, but I'm a doctor, and I know what I'm doing. If you move, you're going to lose that arm. Especially with the medical ways of 1964."

To her surprise, the man's jaw dropped, but he otherwise shut up. "Don't move," she said as someone shouted at her. "Car crash!" she yelled back, running around the car to where the other man was. He had a kit with him, and Martha instantly relaxed. She was going to yell at him to stay away from the scene. "Did you get someone to call 911?" she asked, kneeling next to him. "What do you have in that kit? I've got a man in th'other car ... I had to use my shirt, he's got a piece of car stickin' outta him. Don't suppose you've got a blanket or anything that'll keep him warm? Emergency blanket?" A blanket made of tinfoil, even as a med student she'd never stopped marvelling over how simple it was.

This was 1964. She had no idea when 911 would show up. Especially with this snow. Better to just triage the situation here and hope they came soon.

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-13 06:15 am UTC (link)
Simon caught her talking, but not really the words. He thought he heard doctor, but whether that was I'm a doctor, he's a doctor, we called a doctor, he didn't know. He just knew he was focused on staunching the flow of blood from places it shouldn't be flowing and checking for possible concussions.

He could see it was a car crash, and he wasn't sure if he should roll his eyes at himself for asking or her for stating the obvious. He'd more meant the assessment of injuries, but perhaps she hadn't had time. "No blanket. There's some towels inside the building," he offered. Blankets if they raided empty rooms or asked someone who worked there, he'd guess.

He did, however, have tubing for a proper tourniquet, so he handed that off to her. "Drugs, mostly," he said as he fished out a couple of wrapped syringes and labeled vials of painkillers. Whether or not she actually knew what she was doing, he had no way of knowing -- so he had to trust her. "What year are you from?" He asked, because that would probably be the easiest way to assess what he needed to coach her in as far as dosages and drug purposes.

Pulling out a roll of gauze and medical tape, he gestured for her to help herself if she spied anything she needed while he went to work on the backseat passenger's injuries. He wasn't interested in the hows or the whys; he was only interested in the injuries and helping the people who had them.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-13 06:47 am UTC (link)
"Hey you!" Martha turned and yelled at one of the gawkers. "We need towels."

That took care of that.

"Drugs are," she said, tucking the tubing under her arm. "2008." She didn't bother with details. She knew the dangers of lying about being an actual doctor, but she had passed her rotation with flying colours and had been told by doctors and nurses alike that she'd run a tight ship in an ER someday. Martha always supposed that had to do with her no-nonsense demeanour, but it could have to do with the adrenaline rush she got as well.

"I'll stabalise him and get back to you," Martha said, running back around the car, relieved to see that the man hand't pulled out the piece of car. Far better for him if they removed it at the ER. She felt bad for the other doctor, working with more than one patient, but Martha also knew you couldn't pick and choose - you dealt the patient you were given, stabalised him, and only then did you move on. She gave him a shot of painkillers and then moved to tie the tourniquet.

"Pulse 58," Martha muttered, tapping it out with her foot as she readied the tubing. "You'll have a scar, but you'll be fine, sir," Martha said. "WHERE ARE THOSE TOWELS!" She needn't have yelled, as a woman was right there with them. She tucked them around the man, then instructed the woman, "You stay with him. Anything changes - if he gets pale, if he loses consciousness, you yell for me, yeah?"

Then it was back around the car again, to the multiple other people. "Tell me what you need," Martha said quickly, wiping her hands on her jeans. She spied another pair of rubber gloves in the kit and snapped them on, trusting him to know how to direct her.

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-13 07:02 am UTC (link)
Well, it was better than 1964, and right now, he'd take what he could get. He wondered if she was working at a hospital, and he thought once they'd stabilized the situation, he'd ask her about that. Maybe she'd have some insight; he was fast nearing a point he'd need to make a decision.

While she tended to her patient, he took care of his. The woman in the passenger's seat wasn't responding as well as he'd like to his questions, and her pupils weren't responding well to the light. He'd pass on that information to the ambulance when -- if -- it arrived.

When the woman -- he realized he didn't even know her name, but there'd be time for that later -- asked what he needed, he gestured to the woman in the passenger seat. "Keep her alert, and keep an eye on the driver if you can," he coached as he went back to work on the child in the back seat. He wondered how it had happened, but between the slick roads and the lights going out and the fact people just weren't ready for winter driving yet ... it was little wonder there were accidents.

He thought he heard the distant noise of sirens, and hoped he wasn't just imagining it.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-13 07:39 am UTC (link)
"Spell world backwards, ma'am," Martha instructed, reaching to take the woman's pulse so she could give an accurate measure to the ambulance. "Now count backwards by 7 from 100 for me."

Then she heard the blissful sound of sirens. In what seemed like moments, the injured were packed up, and sent off, and she'd given her statement. She was covered in blood, suddenly exhausted, and all she could think about as the ambulances drove away was how badly she wanted a cheeseburger.

"Know of a diner around here?" she asked the other doctor. "We look like hell, but I could use a cheeseburger before going home." Home. The TARDIS. Not real home. "Someone should have a good Samaritans discount, yeah?"

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-13 03:30 pm UTC (link)
At least they were efficient. Simon didn't know much of what he and the woman reported was taken down, and whether or not their information would be trusted, but he had to content himself with the knowledge they'd done the best they could. That was all they could do in these times. "There's one around the corner," he said as he began to repack his kit, tidying it up as well as he could.

He laughed quietly at her comment about a discount, and after peeling off his gloves (which was funny because he hadn't remembered putting them on, but he guessed some habits ran deep) and tucking them into a bag, he shook his head.

"Simon Tam," he introduced himself, holding out one hand toward her. "I don't think we really had time to introduce ourselves," he added, a hint of a smile on his lips.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-14 05:13 am UTC (link)
"Martha Jones!" Martha said, pumping the man's hand enthusiastically. "Now then, Mister Tam, how about I treat you to a burger for helping save some lives?"

She hoped they noted everything that she and Mister Tam had told them - including the drugs and techniques that she wasn't sure were standard practice back in 1964.

"When are you from anyway?" she asked. "Turnabout's fair play, right? I ask you, you ask me ..."

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-14 05:22 am UTC (link)
"Nice to meet you," he replied as he shook her hand. "That sounds ... fine," he agreed before he laughed quietly, wondering if the diners served burgers this early. But why not? They seemed to serve the entire menu all day, as far as he'd been able to tell.

"2518," he replied to her question. "Not from Earth," he added. He was pleased he'd managed to refrain from tacking on the 'that was' that usually accompanied Earth where he was from. "I was born on Osiris, but lately have been on a space ship. It's ... in an entirely different galaxy," he explained before she could ask where Osiris was. He had no real way to explain in relation to this Earth.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-14 07:05 am UTC (link)
"Tell me about it!" Martha laughed. "I was doing just fine until the Doctor showed up! I've been backwards and forwards in time - I think you and I talked about it on the messaging boards. Apparently I've been to the very end of the Universe, but that doesn't happen, or hasn't happened to me yet. And Shakespeare, met him. Been to New-New York too, on a whole different planet."

She kicked the snow as they walked, feeling very light-hearted despite what they'd just been through. "Long story short, for me? Was a doctor back in 2008. Then the Doctor came along and I'd been with him for nearly a year travellin' in all of time and space before we got zapped by some angel statues to here. Well, I got zapped here. He came later. You?" She didn't mention falling in love with him because well ... why?

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-14 07:44 am UTC (link)
"Ah," Simon said when she mentioned the boards. New New York did sound familiar to him, so he nodded slightly in response to that. "I recall ..." he began before deciding that was enough of a confirmation without elaborating on what he recalled of their conversation.

"So this ... time traveling," he said. "It's common? To you, I mean?" Clearly it was if she wasn't at all bothered by the time aspect of it. Simon was bothered by the entirety of the misadventure, but it wasn't as though he could do anything about it. Not yet. Maybe some day.

"That's how you got here? Zapped by a statue? I was just ... exiting the infirmary on the ship and found myself on the street instead of ... well outside of the infirmary."

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-15 12:16 am UTC (link)
Martha laughed a booming laugh, "Common? No, there's nothin' common about the Doctor!" She quieted down a little bit. "I was walkin' to work, when I met 'im. Just took his tie off right in front of me and then ..."

And then her whole life had changed, but how did you explain that to someone who had planets and spaceships be a normal thing? Especially one who was a doctor on a normal ship.

She gave a nervous laugh, "I don't know how to explain. And then nothing was the same and I went on all these adventures in time and space with him - 'im taking off his tie was him showin me that he could go back in time, so he'd already met me and we'd been on the moon together when he did it." Which probably made absolutely no sense. Even saying it, it made no sense.

"Here we haven't even landed on the moon yet," she mused. "But a doctor on a ship, that sounds mighty fancy."

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-15 12:43 am UTC (link)
He laughed slightly, and decided not to bother clarifying. Clearly, time traveling was common to this doctor if not to her, though she seemed to be handling it well enough, as far as he could tell.

Then again, when your options were adapt or go mad, he guessed most people would adapt.

Her description of the meeting and the had happened but hadn't actually happened was a bit confusing, but time travel in general was. Especially when one started to consider paradoxes and everything else that could go wrong.

"It ... wasn't my intention. To be a doctor on a ship. I ... had a career, in a hospital, but I had to give it all up to save my sister." He paused. "It's ... complicated," he amended, though he'd go over it once they'd settled down if she was interested in hearing it.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-15 09:42 pm UTC (link)
"Oh," Martha said, frowning. "That sounds terrible." She nodded, "I can imagine it would be. Coming here further complicates things, I would think.

She reached out and grabbed the door of the diner, along him to go first.

"Oh, bacon ..." she said, taking a deep breath. "Forget about that cheeseburger! I need some bacon!"

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-16 12:49 am UTC (link)
Simon shook his head. "No. I'd do it all again, if I had to. It wasn't easy, and ... I burned more than a few bridges in the process, but ..." He shrugged. "I wouldn't have stopped. Not for anything. Not until she was safe, whatever it took."

Once they'd stepped inside, he was content enough to drop the serious conversation -- unless she wanted to hear more -- in favor of the frivolities of bacon. "Sounds like a much more ... common breakfast food," he agreed with a soft laugh.

Moving to claim a seat, he exhaled softly. Bright blue eyes flicked to the windows, but there wasn't anything much to see from this angle right now.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-16 03:28 am UTC (link)
"I know bit how you feel, my sister Tish got into some trouble a little bit ago with Lazarus ..." Martha trailed off. Sometimes she wondered if they wouldn't have if she'd never encountered the Doctor in the hospital. Or if her mum and dad hadn't fought at Leo's party and she just wanted to get away. Or what if it all had just been one trip, like he promised?

She gave a nervous laugh, "Gosh, it's funny how one thing will just happen and then BOOM, the rest of your life is ... defined. And you wind up in New York 1964 with no way home."

She flicked open her menu. Bacon and sausage links sounded fabulous right about now. And some hash browns. Maybe some waffles too.

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-16 03:46 am UTC (link)
He nodded his agreement as he picked up his menu to survey the selection of foods. He had to admit that it was nice to have civilization, even if he was trapped. It would be nicer to have some familiar faces around, though he felt guilty for wishing them here. He was sure that eventually they'd find a way home. Somehow. Someone would work it out.

"Funny," he agreed before he shook his head. He hadn't really thought about it that way, but it was true, wasn't it? He'd addressed the issue at least peripherally, when it was pointed out he was only living for River, and not himself, and he was working on forging his own path.

Well, he had been. Now he was on another path entirely, and he felt completely unprepared for it.

He glanced again to the window, uncertain what the appeal was, or what he thought he'd see there. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the print.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-21 05:03 am UTC (link)
He looked lost in thought, and Martha didn't want to interrupt, but she was curious - "So, what sort of aliens are there? Where you're from? first ones I ever met were the Judoon. Then we met the cat-people on New-New York. Scariest was the Angels though, if they even count."

Pancakes. Pancakes and bacon. That's what she'd get.

"Oh, and the Face of Boe," she added. "But I think everyone's heard of him!"

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-21 05:21 am UTC (link)
Simon shook his head. "Aliens, no. There are no ... I mean, not ..." He frowned. He couldn't even call reavers aliens. Not really. They were people. Or had been, at one point. They'd gone berserk and engaged in mutilation and cannibalism, but they were still ...

"There are ... reavers. But it ... they were people once. They're not really ... aliens. And I've never heard of the Face of Boe," he said, his brow furrowing. "What ... is that, exactly?"

He had a feeling even if she did explain it would be one of the many things that was beyond his grasp just then.

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[info]unrequitedjones
2011-08-21 05:37 am UTC (link)
Martha frowned, upset at that. "No aliens? How do you survive as just humans?"

She had no idea how to describe the Face of Boe. Other than a giant face. In a bubbling jar. Who died to save a city. She waved a hand, "It's like reavers, maybe. He used to be human, they think. Once upon a time. But he's just a face now. Or was. He died. But reavers? We never came across those."

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[info]can_swear
2011-08-21 06:11 am UTC (link)
Simon kind of had to stare because he really had no idea how to answer that one. "The ... same way people here survive without aliens?" He guessed, his brow furrowing. "It ... must be different, where you're from," he concluded.

A slight grin crossed his lips briefly as he tried to imagine 'just a face' and was having trouble coming up with anything remotely resembling a possible visual. He also doubted it was anything like reavers, but he didn't think he was in a position to argue it.

"I ... think they're somewhat unique to our universe. It was a matter of terraforming gone wrong. A chemical introduced to the environment it ..." He shook his head. Thinking about Miranda just brought up thoughts of River, and he didn't want to start worrying all over again about her. "Well, it killed off most of the population of one planet, but the part it didn't kill went ... insane and turned into reavers."

He knew he wasn't explaining it well and he should just give it up as a lost cause, so he shrugged and offered her a little smile.

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