Martha Jones (walkedtheearth) wrote in tw_newworlds, @ 2013-07-25 16:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10th doctor, jack harkness, martha jones |
Who: The Doctor, OTA
What: The Doctor crashes... again
Where: Cardiff
When: 6-9-2011
"I don't want to go."
He remembered saying the words, and though the regeneration had started, and the TARDIS was shaking and smoking, he still remembered them. He remembered them and he remembered everything that had happened in the last week. He'd been to see them all, and he was so very confused. He was shaking as he felt his way around the center consul. He focused the darkened screen around to face him, and stared at his own shocked reflection.
"What!?"
He was even more confused now. Before when he went to regenerate, the energy went into his hand. But this time, there hadn't been a hand to take the energy. He'd been alone, and in so much pain. He dropped to his knees as the TARDIS gave another hard shake. She was crashing and the Doctor could barely stand long enough to try to fix it. He reached up with one hand and twisted a knob before he doubled over again in pain. The TARDIS hummed around him as he slumped against the chairs.
The TARDIS continued on it's crash course as the Doctor went in and out of consciousness. While he was in he was able to twist a knob or two, and set coordinates to take him to the one place he knew would be able to look after him. He just hoped that Jack had trained his team as well as he claimed to have. He didn't want to end up on some dissection table. But at this point he just hoped that he landed in one piece.
The final crash, sent him stumbling towards the main door as the consul started to spark dangerously. He turned to look at it one last time before a very big explosion sent him crashing out of the doors and onto his back on the concrete. He groaned and looked up just in time to see the doors to the TARDIS close and the sound of the locks. He tried to get up to go to her, but he couldn't move.
As he laid back on the ground and stared at the very Earth sky, he let the pain consume him and let it take him into the darkness of sleep.
Victor had been motoring any and every temporal rift of any kind. He found a massive one near Europe. The computers all flashed with equations and a point where it would land. Cardiff...It was going to crash in Cardiff...He only went to whales to study the rift...and its many aspects...perhaps this was connected.
He was able to time himself and make sure he got there to greet the new being...To control all of time and space was a skill Victor must have ability that would serve him and his needs.
He typed away in his gauntlet to teleport near the spot the craft would crash. It was risky He his Air ship launch ahead of him and stay just out of whales air space...
He stomped over to the downed man examined him with his arms folded behind him as if observing the time lord. "Not what I expected..." his voice ringed in his metal mask as he eyes scanned him. A loud beep came from his gauntlet. He must be near the ship itself...He looked around only to notice that as he got closer to the police box the beeping got louder indicating to him that this...box...was intact the time machine...
The smell of someone teleporting near him, had started to wake him. The pain was still there, but it was lessening. He was sure that if he'd regenerated, it was the worst one yet, but as he continued to come too, he realized that he hadn't. He was still the same man. It was weird. He managed to avoid it twice now. But was a third time something he wanted to chance? He knew that sooner or later he'd have to regenerate. Hadn't that been what Professor Song had said? He'd looked different.
He groaned as he heard a voice near his head and then forced his eyes to open as the person moved away from him. Towards his TARDIS. He'd had her stolen away from him too often to let someone he'd never met try. So he forced himself up, groaning in pain as his eyes blinked watery towards the figure.
"Stay away from her." His voice was too much of a growl for even him, and he could feel his own hearts pounding. What if he didn't listen? He didn't have anything on him to stop him, except his screwdriver. He could always deadlock the door, but then he wouldn't be able to get in for a while. As he thought he slowly made his way back to his feet. Fixing his suit, and wiping a bit of blood from his face, he finally took in the man in front of him.
The metal mask had him staring in shock. He didn't know this man. Which wasn't that odd, but he'd thought he'd know about a man with a mask like that. It was starting to make him nervous and he stumbled to get closer to the TARDIS. He could feel the key in his pocket vibrate. She wasn't done yet. She was rebuilding from taking in all that energy. She'd saved his life and now had to remake herself. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He sent the mental message to the TARDIS and once he could touch her, he leaned against the blue wood and glared at the other man.
"Do yourself a favor, and walk away. Or run. Running is always better."
The alarms in the Hub were going crazy as the Rift monitor picked up the disturbance being caused by the out of control TARDIS. "Find out what's coming through and where," he had told Toshiko.
Jack himself was busy scanning the area and he whooped in delight the moment the CCTV picked up the blue box on the display. However, that was when their resident tech genius alerted Jack to an unidentified object just outside of Welsh airspace. "Get on the horn and keep the RAF away from it. Call UNIT and have them check it out."
While he hated having to involve them, Torchwood didn't have the equipment to deal with that level of threat. Especially if it was air-based. But the Valiant would be more than a match for it, along with the rest of their fighters. Jack took the invisible lift up to the surface and spotted the TARDIS... and the Doctor leaning against her, with some nutter in a mask hovering nearby. In an instant, he drew his Webley and had it carefully trained on the stranger.
"Back away from him now," Jack warned, his expression darkening as he advanced towards the pair.
Martha didn't have a gun, okay, that was a lie, she had one but despite Jack's insistence she never used it. Unless it was REALLY really necessary. But hearing the alarm she'd followed Jack up topside - using the stairs and exit through the Tourist Information Office. She had a taser, but she didn't think this would work in this situation. Jack had his gun trailed on a man wearing a metal mask and a long green cloak. This wasn't someone she knew from their database. She'd never seen this man before. Although... something did stir in the back of her mind. But she had no idea why. Since the incident, certain things would do that. Possibly things the Skrull knew that had gotten transferred? Who knew for sure.
What she did know was that this man was standing in front of the TARDIS, and leaning against her door was a rather weary looking, worse for wear Doctor. She did not like what she saw. The ship in the sky. The people who had been on the Plass were running, yelling as they did, she heard someone cry for answers, stating that it wasn't even close to Christmas yet.
The TARDIS key around her neck started vibrating and got slightly warm. It was an odd feeling, one that left her with the distinct feeling - and psychic impression - that the TARDIS needed the help from any and every piece of herself that had been given out. But more importantly was this cloaked figure and the Doctor who seemed to be in clear need of medical attention.
Martha ran up to Jack's side, taser gun in hand (the other gun on her person but not out) ready to do what she could... what COULD she do? She feared what might happen if the Doctor DIDN'T get treatment. She'd read up on Regeneration after the incident on the S.S. Pentallian. She'd forced herself to. He needed help. Her own countenance became hardened. "You don't want to open this can of worms and deal with us," she held out the gun. "Especially him," she could read the look on the Doctor's face... That glare, she'd only seen it a few times. And it never meant good things.
Doom circled it the police box feeling the power inside of it, Standing before him...was a time lord. "Ah living breathing timelord...The power you have...I would bring peace to a universe steeped in chaos..." He looked over ignoring the other two as if they where gnats. There was one of them...the Captain did catch his attention.
"Interesting Captain you seem to be trap in a fixed point in space and time...essentially invulnerable to any physical harm...truly an astounding feet." He stopped the box between him and the doctor. His hands began to glow with mystic energy. "Your threats are meaningless...threatening violent weather would surely gather more positive results..."
He noticed one of them had a tazer He didn't even make eye contact with that one...He looked at her as if he was looking past her. He did manage to get a blood sample...small but something he can attempt to work with.
"You seem Ill..."
Good old Cardiff. It was never boring. He gave the city that. But just once, he'd love to just come to visit. Maybe see the sights. Hang out with Jack and finally get to meet his team on better terms. But that wasn't how his life worked. And to add to all of it, there was a man who wanted him and his TARDIS, and he was still in pain from the half regeneration. He could feel the energy still bubbling up inside him. He'd have to face the facts after this mess was done. But right now he had to focus. He had to make sure this man didn't get him or the TARDIS.
The voice coming from behind him shocked him, but only the woman's. Martha wasn't suppose to be there. She was suppose to be running around England with Mickey Smith. Being happy and married, and just being Martha. Why was she in Cardiff with Jack? He shook his head as a fresh wave of pain came over him. Time. He was in the wrong time. Figures he'd get that wrong on top of everything else happening.
"Nah, I'm just... cooking." He winced as the TARDIS beside him gave a very nasty shake, and the key in his pocket burned hotter. She was the one cooking, not him. And it was all his fault. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver, and aim'd it at the man in front of him. "Back away from me and the TARDIS. I don't know who you are, but I know your type. And it isn't happening. I've gone through too much for too long."
He knew he could end this. Simply opening the TARDIS while it was fixing meant that the time vortex would be open. He could open the doors for just a second and let the man take in enough of the energy to drive him mad. But could he risk creating another Master? Not even to save himself. He couldn't do that. Not ever. He wasn't Rassilon. He wasn't like them. So he just raised the screwdriver, his finger on the button.
"One warning. Back away now." He wanted this to work. He needed this to work.
Jack ignored the comments from the masked figure and kept his gun trained, stepping protectively closer to the Doctor. In his pocket, Jack could feel his own TARDIS key growing warmer by the moment.
"I'd listen to him," Jack warned. "He doesn't give second chances."
It was the three of them with weapons raised, in a situation that Martha wanted to avoid - simply grab the doctor and take him back to the Medical Bay. He needed attention! But until this was taken care of there would be no such action. There couldn't be.
The man in front of them did not seem to be taking any heed of her. Jack and the Doctor? Certainly. The men were extremely unique, she wondered if she could use this to her advantage.
Moving closer to both the Doctor and the TARDIS, the key around Martha's neck - under her clothes - heated up further, and it took her off her guard for a moment, feeling the hot metal starting to get too hot, her free hand grabbed for the string it was tied to, managing to pull it out, cushioned by a camisole she wore below, still out of sight.
What did this mean?! The key had never done this before. And the doctor was standing here attempting to protect it? Whatever this was he had his backup. And they were going nowhere.
"Threats mean nothing to me..." He was downloading what he could on any data on the tardis...it was more that he expected...the man before him as well. He wished he could more! The man was such a treasure chest of infinite knowledge. He only got one vial worth of his blood thanks to his nanites, He sought more.
20 more minutes of the technical data, He opened his palm letting the blue glow illuminate the area. "What know you of the Mystical art of Shan bulen?" he asked as he shot a mystical wave at them. Doom would need to use another weapon other than that of science...a time lord...a Lord of science would surely counter and scientific method he could use...He had to buy more time...
"What? The Doctor stared at the man in front of him, trying to piece together what he was saying. He had no idea what the Mystical arts he was talking about was. He didn't know! That fact scared him more than the noises the TARDIS had started to make. Someone was happening to her and he didn't know what it was, and he couldn't stop it. As the wave was sent out he moved his body in front of Martha. If he were still regenerating, he'd be able to survive any hit, but Martha was still human. It wasn't that he wasn't worried about Jack, but he knew Jack was immortal. He would survive this. And the Doctor was hell bent on making sure Martha did too.
As he turned his back on this man he gave Martha a grin, despite the pain he was in.
"Doctor Jones! Oh how it's good to see you again. Though actually I just saw you yesterday, sort of. Well... not sort of. It was more your future. You looked good with longer hair." He grinned at her again and then turned back around. "Though why you're here in Cardiff we'll talk about later. Not sure I like you lot hanging out on the rift. Dangerous nasty place."
He stuck his tongue out as if he'd just tasted something nasty in the air. Oh yes, the rift always gave him a horrible feeling and here standing on death's door with a man who shouldn't be there there, he knew why he hated Cardiff. He was about to address Jack, make sure the man was okay when he doubled over on himself again and cried out. The TARDIS gave another violent shake and the Doctor held up his screwdriver. He got it now. The man was attacking the TARDIS for information.
"Clever..." He grunted as he pointed the screwdriver at the TARDIS and the sounds of her leaving filled the air. He'd call her back later, once she was visited rebuilding herself. But for now she was save. "But I'm cleverer." He grinned at the man through his pain, and fought the darkness threatening to overtake him again.
Jack glanced over his shoulder and watched the TARDIS vanish. He smirked and nodded in approval, mentally taking note of the comment about Martha having longer hair. "You're not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeves," Jack commented.
He pressed a button on his wrist strap, starting the invisible lift on the way down. Then with an aim trained by years of practice, he fired one shot directly at the the masked man's palm. If nothing else, it might distract him long enough for the next part of Jack's plan.
The Captain grabbed hold of the Doctor by looping an arm around the Time Lord's waist, lunged forward to grab Martha's wrist, and yanked them both through the hole before the Hub sealed it with the other brick. Thankfully the lift hadn't gone down too far and Jack made sure to try and keep both of them close to his own body as they landed on top of it (and mainly on top of him).
Jack was quick on his feet, especially when he had a plan. Martha - although aware of what was going on around her, didn't realize what was going happening until she was pulled against Jack and almost falling with him and the Doctor onto the lift.
One of her arms moved around Jack's waist, just to steady herself. All the same she couldn't help but quip something, trying to cover up just how worried she was, "as much ask I love being led places by you, there's a time and a place," It was almost on automatic. Her eyes and her mind turning to the Doctor's condition. "We need to get him to the Medical Bay." there was an urgency to her voice as she turned towards the Doctor. "Doctor? Doctor, I need you to talk to me." She needed to make certain he was okay. If he could talk then he was at least half okay.
He could barely stand by the time Jack's arm wrapped around his waist. He could vaguely hear Jack's voice, and Martha's as he fought against the darkness. He couldn't pass out. He had to tell them what had happened. He had to tell them to get him locked away before the energy inside him exploded. Or something sensed him and came for him. He wanted to tell them how good it was to see them, how safe he felt. But he couldn't say a word. He just clung to the man holding him and twitched in pain.
He blinked his eyes as he tried to form works at Martha's questions. He wanted to talk to her. But the pain was clouding his mind and he couldn't form words. He did finally get a groan out and then for a moment the pain cleared. He figured it was because most of the energy had worked its way back into his body, but he could have been totally wrong.
"Doctor Jones, we got to stop meeting like this." He gave her a smile and felt his head get heavy again. "Loosing myself here. Coming and going." He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head and he clung harder to Jack. "Regeneration went wrong. TARDIS, she absorbed the energy. But..." He gasped and wanted to curl up into a ball. There was just so much pain. "Not all of it. Body's fighting it too, and it hurts so much." He could feel the tears in his eyes and he closed them to prevent Martha or Jack from seeing them. He was already throwing enough at them. They didn't need to see him cry too.
The Tardis was gone...Curses! He did not get the data...only the blood sample. He walked away and began to type the device on his gauntlet and began to fade away as he teleported away into his air ship. That turned away from the Wales air space before the valiant arrived.
Jack was strangely quiet as he helped Martha get the Doctor down to the Med Bay. While he'd normally be the one with the quips and jokes, something about seeing the Time Lord in so much pain negated all of that and sent his more protective nature into over drive.
"Just take it easy," he suggested quietly. "We've got you and we're going to make sure nothing happens to you, alright Doctor? Whoever that guy is, he's not going to get in here. You're safe and Martha's going to patch you back up in no time."
Martha forced herself to smile, despite her worry. "You know you're more than welcome to drop in on me any time, Doctor," she said watching him. She knew him. He was in pain. Extreme pain. She remembered seeing him like this only once, and that had been on the SS Pentallian. When he'd started warning her that he was going to change. Going to regenerate. But he hadn't. If he was going through this then there wasn't much time. She grabbed the Doctor's hand and squeezed it as they got him to the Medbay.
"Jack I need him on the table," she said the urgency evident in her voice. She grabbed a scanner. They needed to stabalize him. The process - so far there were no visible cues that it was starting. After the incident on the Pentallian she'd done as much research on it as she could in the TARDIS library and databank. "Doctor, we're going to help you," she said trying to smile. She almost succeeded. She was not about to let him die. Becuase she knew... They just couldn't!
He felt so much safer in the medbay then he should have. Any other time he would have been up and out of there as fast as his legs could carry him. This was still Torchwood, even if it was run by Jack. It still made him nervous and he could feel it right now to his bones. But he wasn't going to fight this. He was fighting the regeneration as it was, and he didn't want to see Martha cry. Not over him. Not again. And Jack, poor Jack. He was always throwing things like this at him, and it just was not fair. He hated himself for putting all this on their shoulders. Hated that because of him, he couldn't even run away from them. He had forced this on himself, and he'd have to live with his own hatred.
He didn't want Jack to have to move him, so he forced himself onto the table. He tried to give Martha a smile but he doubled over again in pain. His mouth opened in a silent scream, but all that came out was a wisp of golden energy. The regeneration energy was finally boiling to the surface and he could feel it trying to force him to change. But it didn't seem right.
"Somethings not..." He was trying so hard to tell them, but his voice was gruff and too scratchy. Another wisp of energy left his mouth as he fell back and arched his back off the table. His eyes shot open as the pain became too much and he was surrounded by the energy flowing freely from his mouth.
It only lasted a second, and then the energy dispersed isn't the air. The Doctor blinked his eyes, taking deep breaths to steady himself before he sat up slowly. He looked around the room and notice in the corner sat his TARDIS. She'd come back, without him having to call her. He let himself smile and then fished out his key. It was glowing brightly and he looked up at Martha and Jack, holding the glowing key up.
"Guess it's all done cooking." He looked down at himself and patted his chest. "And so am I. Same man though. Odd that. TARDIS must have taken more then I had thought, oh and Dr. Jones must have her key too. So it took some as well." He grinned at Martha again and went to hop off the table, but his legs were still a bit shaking and he collapsed.
Jack smiled and removed his keyring from his pocket, showing the TARDIS key (which was also glowing) to the Doctor. "Never leave home without it because who knows when and where you'll turn up," he joked.
The moment the Doctor moved to get down, Jack immediately moved forward and caught the Time Lord before he could collapse. "Take it easy... you might be done cooking, but I think you need some time to cool. Now behave and let Martha do her job, or I'll sic Gwen and Ianto on you."
Jack shoved the keys back into his pocket and flipped open his wrist strap, using it to remotely tap into the Torchwood computer system. "Looks like the weirdo topside has disappeared, so at least that's one less thing to worry about."
Martha - with scanner in hand - moved back to the table, placing a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. The key around her neck was cooling down, seemingly safe again, but it still glowed. She smiled down at him, or tried to, there was no way that she was going to let anything happen to him.
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "You're going to have to listen to me, Mister," she was trying to seem calm. It was what she did. Stay calm so that the patient would be too. She ran the scanner over him. "You should listen to the Captain," she said, glancing from the Doctor to Jack. "Because he'll do it. And the LAST thing you want is Gwen yelling at you," she managed a small smile.
The computer was already creating a map of the injuries the Doctor had. "Well it looks like you won't be regenerating today," she said trying to be comforting. "But I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere for a bit, you need medical attention and if you try to argue, I'll have to fight the screwdriver with my medical degree," she said poignantly. Nothing was going to happen to her Doctor while she was around to fix it! She didn't look at Jack but her next question was directed at both of them. "Who was that man anyway, and how did he know what the TARDIS was?"
The Doctor watched them for a moment, as he tried to get his legs to rework for him. He took in Jack's appearance, and frowned a bit to himself. This is wrong. Or I'm wrong. The people Jack mentioned, the Doctor could easily have put faces to them, if his head wasn't spinning. He knew they were his team, but hadn't most of his team died? That's the vibe he got off of Jack when he saw him at the bar. So why was he talking about them now? And Martha. She should be half way to winning over Mickey Smith and running into all sorts of trouble. So why was she in Cardiff working for a Torchwood that by all rights should have been destroyed? Very wrong indeed.
He started to shake as he continued to let them check him over and he finally climbed back up onto the table. He felt safe with Jack and Martha there, even if they weren't the right time placed ones. At least when the pain was gone, he could check in with the TARDIS and see what had happened, or when he was at least. But for now he'd stay with them.
"I wish I knew. He appeared out of no where." The Doctor didn't want to let on how much that had shocked him, and terrified him. The fact the man was doing things he'd never seen or heard before was something he was trying not to think about. "Most intelligent men and figure out what the TARDIS is, but normally not without seeing her do her thing. But I was sure there was no one there when I had first come from her." He of course, couldn't be completely certain. He'd been in a lot of pain and hadn't really been all that focused.
"But on to more important things..." He looked at them completely serious and frowned. "What's the date."
"Questions later. For now, better rest up and do what the doctor here orders. She's got a nasty temper when you don't listen to her," Jack said, clearly just trying to tease Martha.
"As for the masked guy, I think he did actually just show up out of nowhere. We picked up an unidentified craft on the edge of Welsh airspace, so I pulled a few strings and sent UNIT to check on. I'd bet that's where he came from."
"Well most of the time my temper is warranted," she teased back. "After all I have to deal with a stubborn Captain and an even more stubborn Welshman half the time."
An unidentified ship. Unit looking into it. Martha kept herself from wincing as she looked over the readings. "You'd best make sure they aren't about to blow him out of the sky if that's the case. Anyone who can attempt to take a TARDIS, and appear out of nowhere? They'll either be chasing their tails or whomever this is will come after them, and hard. They might not be able to survive it." She didn't really have any love for UNIT. Not anymore. Not after what they'd done... But she did have friends there. She didn't want to see anything happen to them.
Looking over the results, Martha frowned. "Your cells are still in slight flux," she was concerned. "You're stable, looks like you won't be changing on us, Doctor." Still she didn't like the look of these readings. "But..." she trailed off. "There's still something happening there. Is there someplace... maybe in the TARDIS..." she thought for a moment. "The Zero Room. It might be able to stop the fluctuation..." She'd found the Zero Room once. Only once. Why she still didn't know, but it was quiet in there. Calming atmosphere, and it was good for healing. He'd explained to her about his fifth form and howq he'd needed it.
"The Welsh have always been stubborn." He grinned over at Jack and then laid back down on the cot. He didn't really think there was a more important question then the date, but he knew he wasn't going to get anything out of either of them while he was still in pain. He'd just have to check the TARDIS once he got to her. She'd be able to tell him the date and what the hell is going on around here. Seeing as his friends liked to keep him in the dark. He did so hate that about humans.
"Well, if we're to go use the Zero Room, we'll have to get up." He slowly dragged himself off the cot and used it to hold himself up. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his key. "Shall we go and see what the old girl looks like now?" He didn't wait for the two of them and hobbled himself up and over to the TARDIS. He did stop to wait for them to catch up and then put the key in the lock. With a quick flick he pushed the door open and then stopped dead.
His eyes widened and he felt a pout grace his face.
"Oh that's just not fair..." His TARDIS, his perfect beautiful TARDIS, looked like a Sci-Fi set. "What's with the color scheme? Who likes orange?!"