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martha_jones) wrote2008-05-01 01:06 am
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It was all a bit rushed through, really.
The paperwork, the exams. They all seemed so much easier and so much less daunting than she remembered them. Of course, UNIT insisted that she be pushed through ahead of the other waiting doctoral candidates, and who would argue with them? It seemed like no time at all passed until she was stepping out of the ceremonial building, a fully qualified doctor.
She thought it would feel different, she supposed. Being a doctor rather than an intern. But no, no. It still felt the same. She just had a bit of paper that said she was Dr. Martha Jones, now. She took a breath and stepped outside for a bit of fresh air. The party inside was a little overwhelming.
The paperwork, the exams. They all seemed so much easier and so much less daunting than she remembered them. Of course, UNIT insisted that she be pushed through ahead of the other waiting doctoral candidates, and who would argue with them? It seemed like no time at all passed until she was stepping out of the ceremonial building, a fully qualified doctor.
She thought it would feel different, she supposed. Being a doctor rather than an intern. But no, no. It still felt the same. She just had a bit of paper that said she was Dr. Martha Jones, now. She took a breath and stepped outside for a bit of fresh air. The party inside was a little overwhelming.
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He reached into his pocket as they ran, pulling out the sonic screwdriver and flicking it on. His fingers deftly turned through settings as his mind raced. "I was going to ask him about that, actually. Never got the chance. Really need to."
The Doctor suddenly skidded to a halt, only to face an alley. The darkness blurred the edges, making it seem like a mouth. He held up the sonic screwdriver.
"I think...it came from in there."
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"I've seen the Weevils back in Cardiff. Terrifying things, all twisted and mutated faces." And she doubted her ability with a chair leg, but it was probably better than the Doctor with the sonic screwdriver. Most of her other UNIT crew had a gun, but Martha didn't want one. Guns were only good for killing. The chair leg, at least, could subdue and keep whatever was hurting the screaming person alive.
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"Whatever it is, we don't need to startle it." Then again, he didn't need to warn her. Martha knew what she was doing. Instead he raised his voice just a bit, just enough noise so the beast wouldn't be surprised. "Hullo?" The Doctor kept the screwdriver's light focused, cutting through the dark. "We're not going to hurt you."
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She took a few breaths and steadied herself as they stepped into the alley. Her grip on the chair leg was steady. She'd done worse in her time than beat down an alien intruder.
"Oh, god."
A hand protruded from behind a rubbish bin, the owner of said hand clearly unconscious.
"Doctor, do you see---"
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"Martha, can you do anything about that?" he asked, looking up at his companion.
However, a crash sounded not too far away in the gloom and the Doctor stood quickly, pointing his screwdriver into the alley. He saw it, standing there, hunched over and curious. A Weevil.
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But the woman was injured. Martha had to do something. She crept slowly over to her and knelt down. "Compound break and some torn flesh...she's losing a lot of blood, Doctor."
And blood didn't do good things to Weevils.
"Be careful!"