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of both girls quickly. Martha was scanned first, registering as human of course. Once they were done, the chief picked her hand up and drew a black 'X' across it. Then, they scanned Valarie.

"Now, listen. I know who you're looking for. Her names Finnegan, she's this-" Martha began to explain, before being promptly cut off by the rough voice of the (as what some patients called it) space rhino.

"Human." The Judoon bellowed, before the scanner beeped, almost as if confused.

"Non-human traces element confirmed. Authorize full scan." The Judoon bellowed, before backing Valarie into a wall.

"What are you? What are you? What are you?" The Judoon bellowed, Valarie closing her eyes and whimpering at how close the Judoon was. The scan took a long time. They ran the scan over every part of her body, Valarie hating how close they were the whole time. Then, it was over.

"Confirmed human.Traces of facial contact with a non-human." They stated as a black 'X' was drawn on her has as it was handed something. It then handed her paper.

"Continue the search." Valarie observer the paper closely.

"You will need this."

"What is this?" Valarie asked.

"Compensation." It responded, before moving on towards the room which the Doctor had vanished down.

Martha followed closely, Valarie too, as they busted into the room. There on the floor laid the Doctor's body; limp and still. They scanned him.

"Confirmation; deceased." The Judoon bellowed, Valarie immediately trying to push between them through.

"He can't be." She said, slipping over large arms as Martha pushed to the front. "Let me see him!" She yelled, strong arms holding her back and somewhat off the ground. She slumped over string ones wrapped around her waist as she stared.

"But it's her! She did it! She murdered him!"

"Judoon have no authority over human crime."

"But she's not human!" Valarie begged, as Miss Finnagen held her hand up to show off the black x.

"Oh, but I am."

"But she's- wait, she drank the Doctor's blood? Scan her!" Martha barked, before taking matters into her own hands and grabbing a scanner and shining it on Finnagen. The scanned beeped, revealing she was indeed non-human.

"Non-human confirmed. Confirm analysis." The leader commanded, the rest of the Judoon scanning her. All of the scanners went off.

"He gave his life just so they'd find you." Martha informed her.

"Confirmed, Plasmavore. Charged with the murder of the child princess of Patrency nine." The Judoon stated the crimes of the Plasmavore, her immediately snapping at thing

"Well, she deserved it! Those pink cheeks, curly blonde hair, slippery voice! She was begging for the bit of a Plasmavore!" She spat harshly, admitting to the murder.

"You confess?"

"Confess?! I'm proud! Slab!" She demanded, the Slab not making it three steps before being blasted to ash by the Judoon. Finnagen put two plugs together, the MRI scanner in the room beeping loudly.

"Enjoy your victory, Judoon! Because you're going to burn with me! Burn in hell!" She cried, before being blasted to nothing. In the process the Judoon had released Valarie and Martha, who crawled to the Doctor.

"Case, closed."

"But what did she mean by burn with me? What's wrong with the scanner? She's done something!" Martha cried, the scanner emitting static electricity. The Judoon stumbled towards it, scanning it.

"Dramatic acceleration of magnetic pulses. Our case has ended. Judoon will leave."

"You can't just leave! What's that thing gonna do?" Valarie protested, the Judoon raising its scanner in the air.

"All units, withdraw!" It bellowed, before exiting the room as orderly as it had came.

"You can't go! That things going to explode and it's your fault!" Martha screamed at them, before going to work CPR on the Doctor. When nothing happened, she leaned up.

"Two hearts." She mumbled, now doing compressions on either side of his chest. Valarie, now feeling faint and fearful, stood, stumbling to where a series of wires that controlled the MRI scanner was located. She began to look around, the horrid screaming of the machine ringing in her ears. Her lungs felt tighter, the realization the oxygen was now running out making them feel even more tightened.

She tried on the computer, exiting programs. When that didn't work, she went to work and turning as many dials down as possible. Valarie looked to Martha, as she sucked in a last, final breath, and gave it to the Doctor.

She collapsed on the floor next to him, as he began coughing and gagging. She went back to her work, knowing if the air didn't kill her the explosion would kill her and who knows who else.

Her lungs felt like walls closing in, despretly trying to draw in air that wasn't there, as her mind began to cloud. Her head felt light, and her body became weaker as her lungs burned.

"The scanner." Martha choked out, her eyes glazed over as she laid on the floor. "She did something." Martha mumbled, as her eyes closed. The Doctor gasped for air, stumbling towards the control room were Valarie held onto anything to keep her self upright, choking on air that wasn't there. The Doctor reached for his pocket, and groaned at realizing the sonic was gone. Valarie watched him, as he grabbed onto the red plugs, pulling them apart.

The scanner's light and random bolts of electricity died, the Doctor smiling and turning to smile at Valarie. Instead of gaining a smile in return, he saw her eyes role into the back of her head as a strangled choke coming from her throat. She collapsed; wires ripping out that she held onto for support as the lack of oxygen became too much.

"No-!" He grunted, managing to catch Valarie as she went limp. He held under her arms, before shifting a arm under her leg and lifting her up. The Doctor stood finally, holding Valarie. For anyone who was out of it, it was a blatant miracle to see a man walking; much less carrying someone who was unconscious and deadweight.

He stumbled out of the room, pushing towards a room across the hall. It seemed felt like he had climbed the highest peaks of the galaxy. His lungs burned as they attempted to compress more oxygen; his dual-circulatory system no doubt in overdrive to get oxygen in his blood. His head felt faint, not enough to make him swoon but enough to where there was a dual buzz, and his mind clouded. His mind felt like it had when he first gazed into the untampered schism.

"Come on. Come on, Judoon. Reserves." He watched as the Judoon ships took off, a smile cracking as rain began to crash against the window.

"Look at that. Look Valarie, it's raining on the moon." He smiled, eyes looking to Valarie who was slumped against him; her state oddly peaceful and serine at first glance. And as the blinding white light engulfed the windows again, the Doctor felt suddenly at peace that everything would be fine.

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Everyone spent the rest of the day in a daze, from those who were on the moon to those who witness the hospitals impossible return. Ambulances helped those who needed it, but it seemed once air was accessible again everyone was fine (or fine enough for patients in the hospital). Martha sat in the back of a ambulance from another hospital, thinking about all she had done and saw. She looked up, seeing two figures walk towards a blue phone booth.

Valarie's head turned, smiling when she saw Martha. She waved excitedly, tugging on the Doctor's arm. He smiled upon seeing Martha alright, and gently waved. A truck drove by, and once it had vanished, the pair seemed to have vanished. Martha would have scratched her head; but she found herself at a point to believe anything now.

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Shouts came from the tavern; Martha's troublesome family affairs erupting in anger. They always seemed to end that way since her parents divorce, Martha always being torn in the middle. As her parents, siblings and fathers girlfriend hurried off shouting at each other, a figure lurking around the corner caught her eye.

The Doctor smiled, a hand reaching around the corner to grab his arm and Valarie's face peeked around; her curious stormy blue eyes peeking at Martha. He smiled, before pushing back into the corner with her and vanishing. As she entered deep into the corner, she stopped.

There sat a phone box, the Doctor leaned back against it with Valarie. Valarie and the Doctor had both cleaned up; the Doctor wearing a brown suit and a long trench coat. Valarie wore more comfortable clothing; consisting of a short, white, t-shirt with NASA's logo on it, and a pair of tight light blue jeans, which cut off above her ankles. She kicked a stone with her baby blue shoe.

"I went to the moon today." Martha softly sighed.

"Bit more peaceful then down here." He replied.

"You never even told me who you are!" She whined, approaching them.

"The Doctor."

"But what sort of species?" Martha asked.

"I'm a Timelord."

"Sort of over-the-top if you ask me." Valarie snorted, Martha laughing at the response.

"I just thought. Since you saved my life, and I've got a new sonic that need roads testing; you fancy a trip?" He asked Martha, pulling the sonic out and giving it a flip.

"What, into space?" Martha asked, as the Doctor shrugged and smiled; his demeanor welcoming.

"But I've got exams! I've got rent I need to pay tomorrow, and my family is going mad!" Martha said with a dismissive sigh, her tone rising. The Doctor shrugged.

"If it helps, I can go through time as well."

"Now that's too far."

"I can prove it! Valarie, stay with Martha." The Doctor instructed, entering the TARDIS, and Valarie leaving. The moment she left the door slammed, and the box vanished with a groan. Then, almost instantly with a gust of wind, it was back.

The Doctor opened the door; his tie undone and in his hand. Martha gasped; remembering back to when she saw him take his tie off this morning.

"That's impossible! That was this morning!" Martha gasped.

"Oh my god, you can travel in time!" She gasped again, before asking "Then why didn't you tell me not to go to work this morning?"

"Crossing into established events is strictly prohibited. Except for cheap tricks." He revealed, a serious look in his eyes as her a playful smile played his lips.

"And that's your spaceship?"

"Called the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space."

"Your spaceships made of wood." Martha snorted, reaching past to touch the box. Valarie laughed at her observation.

"And there's not much room. Be a bit cramped with the three of us." Valarie cracked the door open, revealing the large inside.

"No, no, no! It's just a box, but it's huge! It's just wood! But it's got this room branded in it!" Martha cried, walking inside past Valarie and the Doctor, who pressed against the railings. The Doctor looked to Valarie, as Martha ran outside to glance at it, then back inside.

"It's bigger on the inside!" She gawked, the Doctor mouthing what she said exactly. It drew a giggle from Valarie, and the Doctor stepped towards Martha with a faux shocked expression.

"Is it? I hadn't notice." He quipped, peeling his trench coat off and tossing it over one of the twisting, oddly shapped pillars. It landed on top of a work jean jacket, with a NASA patch on the right arm among other patches; no doubt belonging to Valarie.

"But don't you have a navigator? Or crew?"

"Nah, just Val and me here."

"It's just been you and her?" Martha asked.

"Not for long. But I do have other guests- I mean, friends, sometimes. I had, recently, a friend of mine. Rose," he started, voice cracking as he suddenly avoided looking at either woman.

"But she's fine. She's fine now."

"Where is she?"

"Happy, with her family," and he pointed a finger, wiggling it to point at both girls," not that either of you are replacing her!" Martha shook her head.

"But one trip!Just to say thanks!" He told them, walking around the console.

"But you kissed me?" Valarie teased, a joking smile on her lips.

"That, was a genetic transfer."

"And you just show up, making a fuss to take me on a date?" Martha teased, the Doctor growing more embarrassed by the second.

"And you wear that tight suit-" both girls began in unison, before a shout shushed them.

"Stop it!" He barked, repressing a smile on his lips. Valarie sighed leaning against the console as she watched him go at the buttons.

"Ready?" He asked, hand resting on a lever. When Martha nodded, he jerked the handle- the room began to shaking violently. Martha rocked backwards, the Dovtor crashed into the chair . Valarie nearly fell onto her butt.

"Blimey! It's a bit bumpy!"

"Welcome aboard Miss Jones!" Valarie cried happily, Martha smiling.

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