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lizbeeTitle: How Martha Jones Saved the World and Lucy Saxon Initiated Divorce Proceedings With Extreme Prejudice (2/?)
Rated: PG-13
Characters: Martha Jones and a cast of thousands. Well, dozens. Well, try to imagine lots of extras in the background.
Spoilers: "Human Nature", "The Family of Blood", "Utopia", "The Sound of Drums", spec for "Last of the Time Lords", although if you believe me on this one ... you can't have my tin hat, that's all I'm saying. Oh, The Sarah Jane Adventures, I forgot to mention that last time.
Notes: The plot is held together by coincidence, fanwank and gluten strips, and the science makes a 1970s Doctor Who Annual look sophisticated. So ... it's just like the real season finale!
"But what if I wasn't all right?"
---she regenerates and becomes someone else, someone so much more vast and brave. She is so very curious and clever. She is loved. For a time. Until she realises she might as well go home as stay here, for all she'll learn, and she goes off alone, noblest Romana and all that. Afraid, but eager.
"Daleks," she breathes. She was a prisoner once. Not again. Not her. Not her planet. She raises her voice and calls, "Doctor!"
---She has lived such a full life, and now she's home to serve her people. Whether they want it or not, Narvin says, and she'd suspect him of laughing at her, if he had a sense of humour. She stands with the Doctor at the very top of the citadel, looking out over the city and contemplating a future that won't happen.
"Doctor," she calls, but she's dying. Then she's dead, then regenerating, but she has no control this time, it's all in the hands of the Council, and the Council wants to keep her safe---
"No," she begs, but it's too late, and the change hurts so much---
"Doctor!" she cries, but he never comes.
Martha blinked and drew a deep, shuddering breath. There were tears running down her face. She wiped them away and said, "What happened?"
"You opened the watch," said Sarah.
"Well?" said Ace. "Is she--?"
"Not yet," said Martha. She looked down at the watch in her hands, closed again, and quiet. "It's not time yet."
*
They returned to the base without fanfare. Ace brought them back to Bambera's thankfully empty office. Less than an hour had passed since they'd left. It felt like a lifetime. Or, Martha thought, sinking into a chair and examining the watch, several.
"Well," said Sarah, "what now?"
Martha looked up. "Ace," she said, "what are the Toclafane?"
Ace shrugged. "Time Lord boogeymen. They visit bad Gallifreyan boys and girls and take away their regenerations. The monster under the Time Lord bed."
"I saw them on the Valiant. They sounded like ... like lost children. And the Master was like the Pied Piper. They needed him."
"I never liked that story," said Ace.
"What do they want with Earth, I wonder," said Martha slowly, "What could break the Doctor's hearts?"
"He's lost so many people," said Sarah. "Yet he always goes on."
"People leave him," said Martha. "They don't usually come back. Is that right?" She looked at Sarah. "I mean, you talk about him like he's a brother you don't get to see enough. There are so many people in this house, they've all known him, but you can't stay with a Time Lord forever, it doesn't work like that. Not even Jack gets forever." Martha tapped her fingers against the watch. "And he's lost everyone. His entire planet." Tap-tap-tap tap. Tap-tap-tap tap. "What if they come back? What if the Master brings them back?"
"To Earth?" Sarah asked.
"Oh yeah," said Ace. "Earth. Where else?"
Martha was on her feet, heading for the door. "Where's Professor Shaw's lab?" she demanded.
"East wing," said Sarah, "in the conservatory. If you give me a minute, I'll--"
Martha left her behind.
*
Professor Shaw's lab was full of uniformed men and women, scientific equipment and a strong smell of chemicals, burnt electronics and something alien and dead. Martha found Shaw herself in the centre of the web, frowning at a test tube.
"They're based on Time Lords, aren't they?" she said quietly.
Shaw looked up suddenly, peering at Martha through her thick glasses.
"I never had the chance to closely examine the Doctor's genetic structure," she said slowly. "I was the Doctor's assistant for a year, in 1971, and the equipment and knowledge for that kind of research were simply not available at the time. And I doubt the Doctor would have permitted such explorations anyway; he was terribly prickly." She paused for a moment, an abstract smile on her lips. "But I had blood samples, and brainwave analyses, and those have certain markers in common with the Toclafane."
Martha peered over her shoulder into the opened Toclafane shell. Inside there was a transparent casing, and within that was a lump of flesh, pulsating quietly.
"Is it still alive?" Martha asked.
"As far as I can tell," said Shaw, "but so far it's been uncommunicative."
"It looks like a Dalek mutant," said Martha. "I mean, different travel machine, fewer tentacles, but..."
"You're right," said Shaw. "There are marked similarities to UNIT's Dalek cell samples, although the high rate of mutation in the species makes it difficult to track changes."
"A ... Dalek-Time Lord?"
"Much more than that," said Professor Shaw. "There are traces of human DNA, and species we can't even identify. But the Gallifreyan DNA is, I think, largely dominant."
Martha rested her chin on her hand. "Great," she said. The watch was heavy in her pocket, and she let her fingers tap against it -- tap-tap-tap tap -- but its message was the same as before: wait for the right time.
"Something else," added Shaw. "I don't suppose anyone's shown you the reports. They've stopped killing. Now they're infecting people."
"With what?"
"I don't know," Shaw admitted. "We're yet to acquire a sample ... or a patient. But the reports say victims take on the personalities of the Toclafane."
"They're vectors," said Martha. "The mutants, they're the pathogens. The shells just convey them to their victims." She looked up. "Can we create an antibiotic?"
Shaw gave her an approving look. "I've been wondering the same thing," she said. She was about to say more, but they were interrupted: the vortex manipulator on Martha's wrist was beeping. The tiny screen was flashing with the words incoming call.
Martha cautiously pressed the green button on the side. "Hello?"
"Martha. Martha Jones." He stretched her name out into something recognisable. "Harold Saxon here, thought it might be nice to have a little chat. You free?"
Martha swallowed.
"Talk," she said.
to be continued
Rated: PG-13
Characters: Martha Jones and a cast of thousands. Well, dozens. Well, try to imagine lots of extras in the background.
Spoilers: "Human Nature", "The Family of Blood", "Utopia", "The Sound of Drums", spec for "Last of the Time Lords", although if you believe me on this one ... you can't have my tin hat, that's all I'm saying. Oh, The Sarah Jane Adventures, I forgot to mention that last time.
Notes: The plot is held together by coincidence, fanwank and gluten strips, and the science makes a 1970s Doctor Who Annual look sophisticated. So ... it's just like the real season finale!
How Martha Jones Saved the World and Lucy Saxon Initiated Divorce Proceedings With Extreme Prejudice
by LizBee
Two
"Absolutely not," said the Brigadier-General. She stared at Martha and Sarah, looking faintly outraged. "If you think I'm letting the two of you go off alone, on some wild chase after a pocket-watch, then you're both frankly deluded. And if you think I'll risk my own men to protect you on this crazy scheme--"
"Brigadier, if you'd just listen," Sarah began.
"I did listen," Bambera snapped. "Although I'm not sure I believed what I was hearing."
"If Lucy Saxon is a Time Lord--"
"Then by releasing her, or changing her, or whatever, you risk adding another threat to our current problems."
"From what Jack said, most Time Lords were supposed to be sane," said Martha. "The Master's an exception."
"Like the Doctor? No, I won't risk it."
"Any unstable element in the Master's circle will give us an advantage," said Sarah.
"Between the Doctor, Harkness and the Master himself, then, we should have complete control of the situation any moment now," said Bambera drily.
"It's just not right," said Martha. "That he's gone and married this woman. I mean, he must know who she is."
"Maybe," said Bambera, "she knows who she is, too, and she's willingly co-operating with him." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but there's too much at stake here, and the potential for strategic gain is too slight. And with respect, Jones, I understand your feelings, but UNIT's not here to interfere in the personal lives of aliens. That's more Torchwood's line."
She marched out, leaving Martha and Sarah behind.
"Well," said Sarah, "that went well."
"What did?" Martha looked up, and found Ace leaning in the doorway. "I was just coming to find you, Sarah. Luke said he wants to study incendiary chemstry, and I figured I should ask--"
"You figured right," said Sarah quickly, "and the answer is no."
"Right. No lessons in explosives for Luke. But you know," Ace helped herself to Bambera's liquor cabinet, "if he doesn't learn it from an adult, he'll just start experimenting on his own." She frowned. "Or is that sex?"
"You're really not persuading me to change my mind," said Sarah.
"Wasn't actually trying, to be honest. What did Bambera want?"
"It's more what she didn't want to give us," said Martha, and explained about Lucy Saxon. Ace listened carefully, then went through Sarah's files, her expression growing dark.
"Right," she said at last, throwing the papers aside. "I could be wrong, or we could all be crazy, but I have a pretty good idea who Lucy Saxon is." She fell silent for a few minutes, staring into nothingness.
"Well?" Martha asked when she couldn't take it anymore.
"The Professor traveled with a lot of people," said Ace at last. "Well, you know that. But he didn't have many Time Lord friends. Not sane ones, anyway."
"But...?" Sarah prodded.
"There was one. I only met her a couple of times, and after the War started -- I fought in it, you see. He tried to stop me, but he needed me." Her jaw was set. "Anyway, she was the president of Gallifrey. Lord High Time Lord mucky-muck. Only she vanished after the Cruciform fell. The official story was that she was too injured to regenerate, but there were rumours that -- she had a bodyguard, a human bodyguard, and Leela said there was a regeneration, but she was sent away. In case they needed her later. They hid her from the Daleks."
"And from herself," Martha finished.
"Exactly," said Ace. "And what the Master's done to her -- I don't believe she'd willingly ally with him, she'd have to be mad -- we need to stop it. And then maybe we can stop him." She stood up and grabbed Martha's wrist. "That's a model eight vortex manipulator. Know how to use it?"
"Not a clue."
"Then we'll take mine. Grab hold, Sarah, we're going to Tarminster."
"What? Now?"
Ace shrugged. "Why not?" As they took hold of her arms, she added, "by the way, mine's a model ten." She smirked. "No headaches."
And she hit the button.
*
The Cole house was empty. Empty and silent, and Martha had to fight to avoid comparisons to graves.
"This isn't promising," said Sarah Jane. "But surely she'd have taken steps to protect her mother..."
"Yeah," said Ace. "Surely."
They found Lady Cole -- the late Lady Cole, or what remained of her -- in a sitting room.
"My God," said Sarah, turning away.
Martha knelt by the dead woman's side, feeling helpless. Lady Cole was beyond help; all Martha could do was offer some dignity. She wondered if Lucy Saxon's siblings would survive the Toclafane. Lady Cole's face was slashed beyond recognition. Even her eyes were gone.
"It was slow," Martha said. "It was slow and painful and horrible." It was anger, not fear, that made her voice tremble. She touched Lady Cole's hands. She had died protecting her face, and rigor had tightened her grip. Poor, blind woman. Martha wiped the tears out of her eyes, vaguely aware that Ace and Sarah were kneeling beside her.
"Martha," said Sarah gently.
"There," added Ace, pointing.
"Oh." So obvious, so sad. Lady Cole hadn't just died protecting her face, she'd been holding something. The pocket-watch. "Do you think she knew?" Martha whispered.
"How could she?" Sarah asked.
It took some effort to losen the literal death grip. Martha tried to be as gentle as possible, as if she was setting a broken bone for a child. She hadn't realised she was holding her breath until the watch fell into her waiting hand and she exhaled.
"Well," said Ace, "open it."
Martha hesitated for a moment, remembering the Professor and John Smith, Chanto, Joan...
Then she opened the watch.
*
It engulfed her in a wave:
Eight years old and so eager to learn, she looks into the vortex and knows that one day she'll understand how it works, she could understand anything given time ---
---she's the cleverest of her generation and she knows it, she can't keep herself from correcting their mistakes, she can't stop herself from being right all the time, she's so lonely--
---the Ancient and Worshipful Law of Gallifrey, the oaths of Rassilon, she said she just mouthed it, but she was lying, it meant so much to her, she would make Gallifrey proud. "Rise and take your place as a Time Lord, Daughter of Rassilon," her tutor had said, and she smiled--
"My lady, they've penetrated the transduction barriers."
"What? How?"
"No time, my lady, they're attacking--"
---not even a hundred and thirty and she's chosen by the Lord President for a mission, but it's not the Lord President, and her mission extends little further than playing nursemaid for a madman---by LizBee
Two
"Absolutely not," said the Brigadier-General. She stared at Martha and Sarah, looking faintly outraged. "If you think I'm letting the two of you go off alone, on some wild chase after a pocket-watch, then you're both frankly deluded. And if you think I'll risk my own men to protect you on this crazy scheme--"
"Brigadier, if you'd just listen," Sarah began.
"I did listen," Bambera snapped. "Although I'm not sure I believed what I was hearing."
"If Lucy Saxon is a Time Lord--"
"Then by releasing her, or changing her, or whatever, you risk adding another threat to our current problems."
"From what Jack said, most Time Lords were supposed to be sane," said Martha. "The Master's an exception."
"Like the Doctor? No, I won't risk it."
"Any unstable element in the Master's circle will give us an advantage," said Sarah.
"Between the Doctor, Harkness and the Master himself, then, we should have complete control of the situation any moment now," said Bambera drily.
"It's just not right," said Martha. "That he's gone and married this woman. I mean, he must know who she is."
"Maybe," said Bambera, "she knows who she is, too, and she's willingly co-operating with him." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but there's too much at stake here, and the potential for strategic gain is too slight. And with respect, Jones, I understand your feelings, but UNIT's not here to interfere in the personal lives of aliens. That's more Torchwood's line."
She marched out, leaving Martha and Sarah behind.
"Well," said Sarah, "that went well."
"What did?" Martha looked up, and found Ace leaning in the doorway. "I was just coming to find you, Sarah. Luke said he wants to study incendiary chemstry, and I figured I should ask--"
"You figured right," said Sarah quickly, "and the answer is no."
"Right. No lessons in explosives for Luke. But you know," Ace helped herself to Bambera's liquor cabinet, "if he doesn't learn it from an adult, he'll just start experimenting on his own." She frowned. "Or is that sex?"
"You're really not persuading me to change my mind," said Sarah.
"Wasn't actually trying, to be honest. What did Bambera want?"
"It's more what she didn't want to give us," said Martha, and explained about Lucy Saxon. Ace listened carefully, then went through Sarah's files, her expression growing dark.
"Right," she said at last, throwing the papers aside. "I could be wrong, or we could all be crazy, but I have a pretty good idea who Lucy Saxon is." She fell silent for a few minutes, staring into nothingness.
"Well?" Martha asked when she couldn't take it anymore.
"The Professor traveled with a lot of people," said Ace at last. "Well, you know that. But he didn't have many Time Lord friends. Not sane ones, anyway."
"But...?" Sarah prodded.
"There was one. I only met her a couple of times, and after the War started -- I fought in it, you see. He tried to stop me, but he needed me." Her jaw was set. "Anyway, she was the president of Gallifrey. Lord High Time Lord mucky-muck. Only she vanished after the Cruciform fell. The official story was that she was too injured to regenerate, but there were rumours that -- she had a bodyguard, a human bodyguard, and Leela said there was a regeneration, but she was sent away. In case they needed her later. They hid her from the Daleks."
"And from herself," Martha finished.
"Exactly," said Ace. "And what the Master's done to her -- I don't believe she'd willingly ally with him, she'd have to be mad -- we need to stop it. And then maybe we can stop him." She stood up and grabbed Martha's wrist. "That's a model eight vortex manipulator. Know how to use it?"
"Not a clue."
"Then we'll take mine. Grab hold, Sarah, we're going to Tarminster."
"What? Now?"
Ace shrugged. "Why not?" As they took hold of her arms, she added, "by the way, mine's a model ten." She smirked. "No headaches."
And she hit the button.
*
The Cole house was empty. Empty and silent, and Martha had to fight to avoid comparisons to graves.
"This isn't promising," said Sarah Jane. "But surely she'd have taken steps to protect her mother..."
"Yeah," said Ace. "Surely."
They found Lady Cole -- the late Lady Cole, or what remained of her -- in a sitting room.
"My God," said Sarah, turning away.
Martha knelt by the dead woman's side, feeling helpless. Lady Cole was beyond help; all Martha could do was offer some dignity. She wondered if Lucy Saxon's siblings would survive the Toclafane. Lady Cole's face was slashed beyond recognition. Even her eyes were gone.
"It was slow," Martha said. "It was slow and painful and horrible." It was anger, not fear, that made her voice tremble. She touched Lady Cole's hands. She had died protecting her face, and rigor had tightened her grip. Poor, blind woman. Martha wiped the tears out of her eyes, vaguely aware that Ace and Sarah were kneeling beside her.
"Martha," said Sarah gently.
"There," added Ace, pointing.
"Oh." So obvious, so sad. Lady Cole hadn't just died protecting her face, she'd been holding something. The pocket-watch. "Do you think she knew?" Martha whispered.
"How could she?" Sarah asked.
It took some effort to losen the literal death grip. Martha tried to be as gentle as possible, as if she was setting a broken bone for a child. She hadn't realised she was holding her breath until the watch fell into her waiting hand and she exhaled.
"Well," said Ace, "open it."
Martha hesitated for a moment, remembering the Professor and John Smith, Chanto, Joan...
Then she opened the watch.
*
It engulfed her in a wave:
Eight years old and so eager to learn, she looks into the vortex and knows that one day she'll understand how it works, she could understand anything given time ---
---she's the cleverest of her generation and she knows it, she can't keep herself from correcting their mistakes, she can't stop herself from being right all the time, she's so lonely--
---the Ancient and Worshipful Law of Gallifrey, the oaths of Rassilon, she said she just mouthed it, but she was lying, it meant so much to her, she would make Gallifrey proud. "Rise and take your place as a Time Lord, Daughter of Rassilon," her tutor had said, and she smiled--
"My lady, they've penetrated the transduction barriers."
"What? How?"
"No time, my lady, they're attacking--"
"But what if I wasn't all right?"
---she regenerates and becomes someone else, someone so much more vast and brave. She is so very curious and clever. She is loved. For a time. Until she realises she might as well go home as stay here, for all she'll learn, and she goes off alone, noblest Romana and all that. Afraid, but eager.
"Daleks," she breathes. She was a prisoner once. Not again. Not her. Not her planet. She raises her voice and calls, "Doctor!"
---She has lived such a full life, and now she's home to serve her people. Whether they want it or not, Narvin says, and she'd suspect him of laughing at her, if he had a sense of humour. She stands with the Doctor at the very top of the citadel, looking out over the city and contemplating a future that won't happen.
"Doctor," she calls, but she's dying. Then she's dead, then regenerating, but she has no control this time, it's all in the hands of the Council, and the Council wants to keep her safe---
"No," she begs, but it's too late, and the change hurts so much---
"Doctor!" she cries, but he never comes.
Martha blinked and drew a deep, shuddering breath. There were tears running down her face. She wiped them away and said, "What happened?"
"You opened the watch," said Sarah.
"Well?" said Ace. "Is she--?"
"Not yet," said Martha. She looked down at the watch in her hands, closed again, and quiet. "It's not time yet."
*
They returned to the base without fanfare. Ace brought them back to Bambera's thankfully empty office. Less than an hour had passed since they'd left. It felt like a lifetime. Or, Martha thought, sinking into a chair and examining the watch, several.
"Well," said Sarah, "what now?"
Martha looked up. "Ace," she said, "what are the Toclafane?"
Ace shrugged. "Time Lord boogeymen. They visit bad Gallifreyan boys and girls and take away their regenerations. The monster under the Time Lord bed."
"I saw them on the Valiant. They sounded like ... like lost children. And the Master was like the Pied Piper. They needed him."
"I never liked that story," said Ace.
"What do they want with Earth, I wonder," said Martha slowly, "What could break the Doctor's hearts?"
"He's lost so many people," said Sarah. "Yet he always goes on."
"People leave him," said Martha. "They don't usually come back. Is that right?" She looked at Sarah. "I mean, you talk about him like he's a brother you don't get to see enough. There are so many people in this house, they've all known him, but you can't stay with a Time Lord forever, it doesn't work like that. Not even Jack gets forever." Martha tapped her fingers against the watch. "And he's lost everyone. His entire planet." Tap-tap-tap tap. Tap-tap-tap tap. "What if they come back? What if the Master brings them back?"
"To Earth?" Sarah asked.
"Oh yeah," said Ace. "Earth. Where else?"
Martha was on her feet, heading for the door. "Where's Professor Shaw's lab?" she demanded.
"East wing," said Sarah, "in the conservatory. If you give me a minute, I'll--"
Martha left her behind.
*
Professor Shaw's lab was full of uniformed men and women, scientific equipment and a strong smell of chemicals, burnt electronics and something alien and dead. Martha found Shaw herself in the centre of the web, frowning at a test tube.
"They're based on Time Lords, aren't they?" she said quietly.
Shaw looked up suddenly, peering at Martha through her thick glasses.
"I never had the chance to closely examine the Doctor's genetic structure," she said slowly. "I was the Doctor's assistant for a year, in 1971, and the equipment and knowledge for that kind of research were simply not available at the time. And I doubt the Doctor would have permitted such explorations anyway; he was terribly prickly." She paused for a moment, an abstract smile on her lips. "But I had blood samples, and brainwave analyses, and those have certain markers in common with the Toclafane."
Martha peered over her shoulder into the opened Toclafane shell. Inside there was a transparent casing, and within that was a lump of flesh, pulsating quietly.
"Is it still alive?" Martha asked.
"As far as I can tell," said Shaw, "but so far it's been uncommunicative."
"It looks like a Dalek mutant," said Martha. "I mean, different travel machine, fewer tentacles, but..."
"You're right," said Shaw. "There are marked similarities to UNIT's Dalek cell samples, although the high rate of mutation in the species makes it difficult to track changes."
"A ... Dalek-Time Lord?"
"Much more than that," said Professor Shaw. "There are traces of human DNA, and species we can't even identify. But the Gallifreyan DNA is, I think, largely dominant."
Martha rested her chin on her hand. "Great," she said. The watch was heavy in her pocket, and she let her fingers tap against it -- tap-tap-tap tap -- but its message was the same as before: wait for the right time.
"Something else," added Shaw. "I don't suppose anyone's shown you the reports. They've stopped killing. Now they're infecting people."
"With what?"
"I don't know," Shaw admitted. "We're yet to acquire a sample ... or a patient. But the reports say victims take on the personalities of the Toclafane."
"They're vectors," said Martha. "The mutants, they're the pathogens. The shells just convey them to their victims." She looked up. "Can we create an antibiotic?"
Shaw gave her an approving look. "I've been wondering the same thing," she said. She was about to say more, but they were interrupted: the vortex manipulator on Martha's wrist was beeping. The tiny screen was flashing with the words incoming call.
Martha cautiously pressed the green button on the side. "Hello?"
"Martha. Martha Jones." He stretched her name out into something recognisable. "Harold Saxon here, thought it might be nice to have a little chat. You free?"
Martha swallowed.
"Talk," she said.
to be continued
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Date: 2007-06-26 11:45 am (UTC)I need to make a Martha icon, darn it!
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Date: 2007-06-26 09:30 am (UTC)Next part please please!
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Date: 2007-06-26 09:35 am (UTC)Someone is stealing your line on (http://community.livejournal.com/doctorwho/1899607.html?)
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Date: 2007-06-26 02:57 pm (UTC)Ace is fabulous in this. I'm just absolutely loving it. I think we need to sweep the internets with Lucy-is-Romana fic. Also, everyone seems to have had the same thought about what the Toclafane are, so if it's something different I may have to give props to Rusty for dissembling.
Anyways. basically, this is love and I can't wait for more. :D
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Date: 2007-06-26 04:25 pm (UTC)YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS.
Oh, except you just did. Curse those impertinent RL commitments!
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Date: 2007-06-26 04:29 pm (UTC)Awaiting the next part impatiently.
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Date: 2007-06-27 10:16 pm (UTC)Martha Saves the World
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