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Tweak says, "Don't point that at me."

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

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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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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