Schroeder Girl.

Multi Fandom Icon Batch IX

2009-08-04T17:31:18Z

[8] Misha Collins (one as Castiel)
[7] Doctor Who: Planet of the Dead
[4] Robots in Disguise
[3] Billie Piper

Preview:

[8] Misha Collins (one as Castiel)
01. 02. 03. 04.

05. 06. 07. 08.

[7] Doctor Who (Planet of the Dead)
01. 02. 03. 04.

05. 06. 07.

[4] Robots in Disguise
01. 02. 03. 04.

[3] Billie Piper
01. 02. 03.

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Fandom Icon Batch VIII

2009-07-23T17:02:21Z

In celebration of the Mighty Boosh finally being here in the states, I present 50 Mighty Boosh icons (featuring characters, cast, related, etc).

[50] Mighty Boosh

Preview:

[01-50]
01. 02. 03. 04.

05. 06. 07. 08.

09. 10. 11. 12.

13. 14. 15. 16.

17. 18. 19. 20.

21. 22. 23. 24.

25. 26. 27. 28.

29. 30. 31. 32.

33. 34. 35. 36.

37. 38. 39. 40.

41. 42. 43. 44.

45. 46. 47. 48.

49. 50.

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Multi Fandom Icon Batch VII

2009-07-21T17:46:25Z

[8] Grace Park
[3] Jensen Ackles
[3] Rosario Dawson
[3] Alona Tal
[2] Freema Agyeman
[2] Katee Sackhoff

Preview:

[1-8] Grace Park
01. 02. 03. 04.
05. 06. 07. 08.

[9-11] Jensen Ackles
09. 10. 11.

[12-14] Rosario Dawson
12. 13. 14.

[15-17] Alona Tal
15. 16. 17.

[18-19] Freema Agyeman
18. 19.

[20-21] Katee Sackhoff
20. 21.

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Soo...

2009-07-21T02:00:52Z

I just watched Children of Earth thanks to BBC America showing it, and I have only one thing to say: WTF!

Thank goodness Planet of the Dead will be showing on Sunday ( and I will be meeting David Tennant and co at Comic Con ) and it'll be nice to finally watch that on tv and not the computer.

Multi-Fandom Icon/Wallpaper Batch VI.

2009-06-30T21:27:29Z

[6] The Mighty Boosh
[4] Katie Cassidy
[2] Maggie Gyllenhaal
[2] "Thriller" wallpaper (1024x768)

Preview

[1-6] The Mighty Boosh
01. 02. 03.
04. 05. 06.

[7-10] Katie Cassidy
07. 08. 09.
10.

[11-12] Maggie Gyllenhaal
11. 12.

[13-14] Michael Jackson's Thriller (1024x768)
13.

14.

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Wallpaper Batch I

2009-06-26T22:50:05Z

[3] The Mighty Boosh (1024x768)
(first timer at making wallpapers so be gentle)

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Multi-Fandom Icon Batch V

2009-06-23T19:47:40Z

[16] The Mighty Boosh (feat. promos, episodes)
[14] Doctor Who (feat. Planet of the Dead, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, First Doctor, Fourth Doctor, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Romana II)

Preview:

DOCTOR WHO (random selection):
01. 02. 03. 04.
05. 06. 07. 08.
09. 10. 11. 12.
13. 14.

THE MIGHTY BOOSH (promos, episodes "Tundra" and "Nanaggedon")
01. 02. 03. 04.
05. 06. 07. 08.
09. 10. 11. 12.
13. 14. 15. 16.

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Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (12/?)

2009-05-16T06:19:11Z

Title: Project Salvation (12/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Tish Jones, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, with mentions of the Master.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor).
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

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Martha was lying still on the small cot, breathing was back to normal. As her chest rose up and down, her fingers had tightened around the soft sheet underneath her. Her eyes were struggling to awake once again, but it was too hard. Her body didn’t have the energy to do so anymore, or the capability.

Instead, she was trapped inside her own thoughts, in a small room that resembled her old flat before it was destroyed. The curtains were a different color, as well as the walls, but she huddled in the corner, her knees were up to her chest.

Sweat.

That’s all she felt was sweat. It was hot to her, the room felt hot, yet she found herself wearing a black tank and knickers. “Bloody hell, what’s wrong with me?” She mumbled, rubbing the sweat off of her arms.

But she felt his presence again. “It is over, Martha Jones.”

And as quick as it came, it was gone.

Blinking, she struggled to get out of the corner, crawling on all fours to the outside window, finding herself leaning against the window, searching for something cool. But that’s when she heard the chants. “Save the world,” it repeated over and over, like the wind had whispered in her ear and it was quiet for only her to hear.

Martha’s lips began to move. “Save the world.”

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Jack was panting frantically, his heart was beating much too fast for him to take but as he sat down, he let out the longest sigh he held and stared at the two employees of Torchwood. “What?”

Mickey let out an aggravated like sigh and slammed the folder down onto the desk, making a quick vibration against Gwen’s cup of water. “What do you mean what? What did you do and where did you go? Did you cause trouble again?”

Gwen’s eyebrow rose slightly at Jack and then stared at the other man who looked more than anxious.

”I took care of him, that’s that. I don’t think he’ll be able to figure out a way to come back but… how’s Martha?”

Gwen had shrugged her shoulders, but they slumped more from behind the computer screen. “She’s been on and off, she’ll wake up for a few hours, and then fall right back into some kind of unconscious state that we just can’t figure out why.”

”Well, remember, she had the Master in her mind for who knows how long,” Jack commented, and once his body had slowed down to an original state, he got off his feet. “What else did you find?”

Mickey handed him a manila colored file. “Almost a month ago, those riots have started up. People are starting to remember what happened during that year, and the Master used Martha as a vessel? All signs are pointing towards Martha right now.” He explained. “She has some kind of connection with everything that’s bigger than anything we’ve faced. The other part is that she has no clue what kind of power lurks in her advantage.”

Jack stared at the photos of the riots, the photographic images of the emails that they had gotten, spamming them about the salvation that was to arrive. “Are you telling me that Martha Jones, that woman in that room, is the salvation? She can end everything and begin life anew?” Jack spoke up, staring at the other two who only stared at each other and then him.

“That’s the theory. Now the only thing we have to do is figure out whom the original people who were who started to remember everything.” Gwen said, turning her computer off for the time being. The light around her turned to a bright blue and then black, indicating the screen was off.

“Let’s have a meeting with everyone and we’ll figure out something.” Jack immediately crossed the room and up a few stairs to do research as Gwen began to pick up the large amount of papers and trash that scattered around the room.

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“Doctor, go take yourself a break,” Tish’s voice was very low, soft-like. It reminded him a lot of Martha herself.

Tish had looked like she had been crying for the past couple of hours, emotional, physically and mentally drained of everything that’s happened. Her eyes were red and the lids were a bit puffy, but she still managed to have a soft smile on her face for the man, er alien, who wore sneakers.

“I don’t know if I can leave her. I did twice, maybe it three times. Four, perhaps! I can’t even keep count; I just want her to wake up!” The Doctor exclaimed, spotting the little jump he caused Tish to do out of a response before letting out a sigh himself. “I apologize,” he paused, placing a comforting hand on Tish’s shoulder.

She only shook her head at him. “No, you’re allowed to be upset. If you weren’t, I’d be worried.” She let out a little laugh to break the awkwardness. “But what else can we do but wait? Martha’s a tough woman; you know that for a fact.”

The Doctor smiled but it seemed a little odd on his face and it disappeared quickly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard approaching footsteps from behind. It was Mickey. “Sorry to interrupt, but um, we were discussing up there on what was going on and we’re gonna have a meeting. Tish, you’re allowed to join in as well, give yourself a break from watching Martha.” Mickey spoke, looking at the both of them. “No change, I assume?”

Tish shook her head.

“Well, let’s head upstairs shall we?” He wrapped an arm around Tish, as a way of comforting her and led her upstairs, the Doctor followed at his own pace. He passed the window that showed Martha’s sleeping form and tore his eyes away to head upstairs.

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“Come on, Martha Jones, wake up!”

She was struggling to wake up again. No progress yet, but Martha wasn’t going to give up yet. Her legs were still shaky as she moved to stand up and used the wall as leverage. The pain her lower half felt didn’t compare to how shaky her mind was. It was unstable but she wasn’t going to stop. “I need to get out of here.”

Her breathing was at a higher rate, but she struggled to the door, grabbing onto the knob and held it wide open. Just then, she felt a large breeze come through her. It was cool, what her body was craving.

“Come on, keep going…” Each step she took down the stairs, it seemed the pain was lifting off of her more and more. “Bloody hell,” she murmured under her breath, a blanket was wrapped all the way around her tightly and it trailed behind her as she took a step outside the front door.

The scenery before her was beautiful, full of color, light. But the light was getting lighter and brighter. It began to sting her eyes.

Martha Jones had awoken at that time, looking around the room that was too familiar. But right then, everything felt and looked foreign. Confused, she sat up and threw the cover off of her. Pulling off the wires that monitored her pulse, her heartbeat, everything was tossed to the ground.

It was time for Martha to save the world, and she knew how.

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Tish cradled another cup of warm coffee in between her hands, it was giving her enough warmth to keep her awake, but she couldn’t close her eyes or sleep. In other terms, she was almost as worse as her sister. But her ears were more alert than anything, listening in to the conversation the Doctor and Jack were having.

It was only the six of them in a room together, sitting around in chairs. One chair was unoccupied, the Doctor couldn’t sit still. “That’s impossible!”

Gwen shook her head. “No it isn’t, Doctor. We think that Martha is going to fulfill the prophecy of being this great being in order to heal this world.”

Jack spoke up soon afterward. “It makes sense, I mean, it must have been written for Martha to go around the entire world in a year, telling the story about you and what you were made of. It’s fate that brought you two together, plus for her to even go through something like that. What she had to face and fight, there’s no denying it, Doctor. She is the Salvation and according to these emails, it’s going to happen soon.”

The Doctor just stared at Jack and he instantly knew something was amiss with Martha when she came back into his life once again. The signs were pointing towards her and only her.

”What do we do now, Doctor?” Tish spoke up for the first time during the meeting.

The Doctor ran his hand through his hair, giving it more volume. “I don’t know, but we have to watch Martha at this rate-“

The alarms were set off at that moment. Tish held her hands to her ears, the sound was too loud. “What’s going on?!” she exclaimed.

“Something’s happened down in the medical quarters.” Ianto was checking the security system. Then it dawned on all of them: Martha.

The Doctor was the first who sprinted towards the room Martha had stayed in. Jack was soon behind, followed by Mickey. The entire room was trashed, equipment was knocked over and the bed was unmade and empty. “Martha?” The Doctor asked cautiously as he entered the room but her presence was gone.

Jack took note of the window being open.

Martha was gone.

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A/N: Wow, this was very much long overdue and I apologize! Since the semester is over finally, I decided to get back into finishing this series so I can rest. I’d like to thank BBC America for giving me the inspiration to get back into writing this fic again and I promise that chapter 13 will be up one of these days. If I get over the writer’s block…

Multi Fandom Icons IV

2009-05-12T22:05:11Z

[8] Tricia Helfer/Number Six
[8] Thandie Newton
[4] Star Trek: XI (Nyota Uhura)
[2] Misha Collins/Castiel

[4] Headers (600x300) feat. Chloe Sevigny, Zoe Saldana, Star Trek: XI

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[009-016]

[017-020]

[021-022]

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Supernatural Fic: Acceptance (1/1)

2009-03-21T18:09:14Z

Title: Acceptance
Author: buckshotwon
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke, the CW, and co. own Supernatural and its characters.
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, slash.
Warnings: Spoilers really if you haven’t seen latest episode (4x16), still!
Word Count: 932
Notes: Plot bunnies, yes, they’ve been working overtime between this and Battlestar.
Summary: Castiel ponders about his charge, his feelings, while in the midst of having Dean Winchester’s gaze on him.

He didn’t think he was strong enough.

His mind was wracking with confusion. How could he make him believe that he was strong enough? How could he tell him that there is faith in him, despite what he thinks? Castiel, he didn’t know what to think at that moment. He could feel the minutes ticking away as he and Dean sat in the hospital room in silence.

Who knew where Sam was, although both had a good guess where he was.

He let out a sigh that Dean recognized instantly. It was a sigh of defeat.

Defeat? Where was that coming from?

Castiel shifted his eyes over in his direction, catching Dean’s gaze upon. “Alright, Dean, if that’s what you want to believe. We can… pick another recipient. You can sit here in the darkness of this room and feel sorry for yourself. I could heal you, if you wanted me to, but I think that you’d prefer to sit here in pain, yes?”

Dean’s eyebrow rose. This was happening not like he expected. “I don’t… I don’t feel sorry for myself.” He blurted out; it was a bit on the defensive side.

“Dean, look at you. You were a strong person, you still are, but this isn’t you. I’ve been around humans long enough to know that deep down, there’s still a bit of faith in you, Dean. But sitting here and crying, you’re wasting your tears for nothing. Yes, you broke the first seal, and yes your father lasted for almost one hundred years in Hell, but this is a chance of redemption, of proving yourself that you are still you, Dean, despite what you’ve gone through.” Castiel had spoken the truth, whether Dean wanted to hear it or not.

The angel stood up on his feet, and looked out the blinds that were still slightly open, letting some of the moonlight to come in. “God is forgiving, remember that.”

It was almost time for him to depart from his charge for a while. And the older brother felt a tug around his presence, like he could feel when the angel was arriving or departing.

“Wait,” Dean spoke up. He looked at the other angel under his bruised eye and licked his chapped lips. “Do you believe in me?”

Castiel only gave him a small smile that was hidden from the way his body was facing towards the window. “I do, Dean.” He looked away from the window and back to his charge who was struggling to sit up right. “We all do.”

He wanted to reach out and help him, to let him know that he was there for him, but he figured Dean would take it the wrong way. Pity, that’s the word he was looking for.

“I must go, they’re calling me.”

“Wait,” Dean said, straining still. His body was weak, too weak for him to be moving. “I’m your charge, right? So look, tell your little angel friends that you are going to stay here with me, okay?” He cleared his throat and waited to see what Castiel would do.

Sam was long gone, and he had come to grips with that one. But he was still his brother, no matter what. And he wasn’t here with him right now but Castiel was.

“Is that what you want, Dean?”

“Yeah,” that was his only reply. He felt like he wanted to fall asleep again, perhaps it was the medication wearing him back down. From underneath his eyelashes, he watched Castiel close his eyes, and he looked like he was in a bit of a trance. Was he communicating with…whoever it was up there without words?

Castiel was almost frightened of what he was told. He was told to stay. With Uriel gone, he didn’t have the wandering eyes on him. “I’ll stay with you for the night, Dean. Until I feel that Sam is near, then, I must go.”

Dean gasped as his chest tightened from the pain and restriction. He was moving too fast, moving faster than his body was allowing him to. His hand gripped the bed sheet tightly, but then he felt release run through his body. Castiel’s hand was touching his chest, healing him. Their eyes had met and Castiel broke it before speaking. “I’ve taken the pain away for only temporarily.”

The other man nodded his head before his hand grasped the angel’s. He was warm, like the vessel was alive itself.

Dean hadn’t felt this kind of warmth before.

Castiel didn’t know when it happened. It just added more confusion for him, but when his lips pressed against Dean’s in a kiss, his first nonetheless, he felt a little…clumsy in the process.

He searched for an answer from Dean who didn’t respond to him with words just yet. “I don’t know if it’s the medication, or the fact that I’m really on the verge of not giving a damn, but it felt,” Dean paused, struggling to find the word. “right.”

“Like fate, Dean.” Castiel replied.

Fate. It was a word that Dean was now starting to think about.

Battlestar Galactia Fic: Rebirth (1/1)

2009-03-21T06:49:31Z

Title: Rebirth
Author: buckshotwon
Fandom/Genre/Pairing: Battlestar Galactica, Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, het (duh)
Rated: PG-13, definitely.
Disclaimer: I do not own these kids, NBC Universal, Ronald D. Moore, Sci-Fi, etc, they all own them. I’m just a fan.
Warnings: Really, if you haven’t seen the series finale or even season four, you might not want to read unless you want to get spoiled!
A/N: I have never written a BSG fic, let alone Kara/Sam fic but I needed to write something at 2 in the morning after seeing the finale. Damn those plot bunnies!

It’s so bright,

Each footstep she took closer to the light, it seemed to get brighter, almost glowing in her eyes. She blinked a little, her heart was pounding. But then, she had reached the end, and after that, she felt…nothing.

Her eyes opened immediately. It was blurry and then things began to take shape. A sink, there was a sink before her. It was metal and smooth; it looked like it was brand new. Then she noticed her surroundings, a very spacious kitchen.

Kara realized that she didn’t know where she was. Was this supposed to happen? Her hands cradled her arms, dressed in a long sleeved black shirt and… blue jeans. She laughed and sobbed in happiness and fright. She hadn’t worn blue jeans in the longest time. How could she have forgotten the rough texture it had against her skin.

"Where am I?" Her voice was so small, it was in a whisper.

And then, that familiar embrace was wrapped around her waist. Sam. "Is this real?" She was getting a little breathless.

"It’s a real as you want it to be, Kara," the smile that he possessed fell onto his face, especially at the moment he felt her relax in his arms. Kara shook her head slightly from side to side against his chest and turned around to face him and gasped. Sam was right there, before her, smiling. He looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn’t look drained, not tired after carrying Galactica into the sun. He looked like the Sam she met on Caprica.

Kara reached up to run her fingers through his hair and her fingers trailed down his cheek, onto his forearm where his wedding band was still visible. "But… but.. I don’t understand. What is this?"

Sam chuckled. "It’s a house, Kara."

She just responded with a glare before speaking. "I know that much," she paused. "Is this our ending? Together? Playing some happy couple? All that’s missing is a white picket-" Kara noticed Sam’s eyebrow had risen and he indicated to have her look outside through the window.

A white picket fence.

"Well frak me."

His grip had tightened around her. "I’d love to," Ha, Sam hadn’t changed, not a bit. She could only chuckle and reach up on her tip toes to meet her husband in a kiss. As their lips touched each others for the first time (without him being a hybrid), she felt her body come alive. Her lips began to tingle from the sensation she was experiencing. "Oh Sam," she mumbled against his lips as he pressed his lips harder. A rougher kiss was something she remembered from him. Breathless, he pulled away from her and pulled off his shirt. The hunger in his eyes was still there, as if it had never left him, and Kara read it. It was something she was craving, she was craving him. She wanted him, she needed him.

Kara leaned against the edge of the counter and reached out to grab him. His skin was warm, it was alive. "Don’t stop touching," he whispered into her ear. "Don’t pull away from me. I won’t lose you again."

She gave him a weak smile. "I don’t plan on leaving you, you’re stuck with me."

As clothing began to fall apart from their bodies, she rested her head on his shoulder as he picked her up off the ground, her legs wrapped around him. "This is one of our endings, Kara Thrace."

For that, Kara Thrace smiled a warm, loving smile, and wrapped her arms around him as her lips captured his again in an aching kiss.

It was more of a new beginning.

Multi-Fandom Icon III

2009-03-16T18:54:51Z

I made all these icons in one day, it's amazing.. but these are mostly textless icons so do not use these as bases, okay? That's all I really ask for. And do not HOTLINK! It makes the icons go *poof* and we do not like that :[

[12] Battlestar Galactica (TV Guide shoot w/ Katee, Tricia, Mary, James & EJO)
[10] Rashida Jones (I Love You, Man, Role Models, Photoshoot)
[6] Hannah Murray (Photoshoot)
[3] Freema Agyeman (Random)
[2] Billie Piper (Random)
[2] Skins (Random)

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[013-022]

[023-028]

[029-031]

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I know I'm not around much anymore but I had to share this.

2009-03-14T23:36:45Z

Calling my own grandmother up and realizing that over the phone, I heard Doctor Who playing on the television is the best thing to happen to me today. Plus, receiving my check from school in the mail, and getting my Secret Diary of a Call Girl dvd from a contest = a good start to spring break.

I'll try to be around more often, I promise!

Multi-Fandom Icon Post II

2009-01-16T20:22:44Z

Again, I'm not a big icon maker/poster but I got a little bored from being sick and decided to make a total of 38 icons. Most of them are textless but that doesn't mean they are bases! Other than that, proceed to check them out!

Teasers:

[01] Katee Sackhoff
[03] Grace Park
[03] Tricia Helfer
[03] Battlestar Galactica Episode 2x04 "Resistance"
[06] Degrassi Special: In Ecuador
[08] Degrassi Special: Curse of Degrassi (Halloween)
[09] Degrassi Special: Degrassi of the Dead (Halloween)

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Coming Soon!

2009-01-16T17:18:57Z

Supernatural Fic: Deliverance (1/1)

2008-11-26T02:53:04Z

Title: Deliverance
Author: buckshotwon
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke, the CW, and co. own Supernatural and its characters.
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, slash.
Warnings: Spoilers really if you haven’t seen 4x10 episode, still!
Notes: This is a sequel to "Yield not into Temptation" or it can be a stand-alone fic, whichever you prefer, but the plot bunnies wouldn’t leave me alone until I did this.
Summary: Dean confronts Castiel about everything, and I mean, everything.

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A male figure stood in the middle of a closed off road, staring into the empty spaces of his Father’s creation. He did not flinch or tense when he heard the approaching footsteps behind him.

It was Dean, and he was alone.

The other figure did not turn around just yet, just stared up at the midnight sky, full of stars before one of them caught his eye. "It’s dying," he spoke in a whisper. "Beautiful, is it not? One of the amazing features God created…"

"I did not think you knew about stars, Cas."

That nickname of his, it broke the angel’s spirit slightly. "You learn something every day, Dean." Then he turned his attention towards the older brother. It had only been a few days since the conflict between Alistair, Anna’s profound influence on Dean, and watching over him that night. Castiel had to go away for a while, avoid all ties with Dean.

It wasn’t God’s will, but his own decision.

And now, both of them were staring at each other, the motel Dean and Sam was staying at for the night was only a few feet from them. "You called for me." It was more of a confirmation than a question.

And Dean looked away from him for a split second, and that answered the reeling question.

"You requested for me, and now I’m here. What’s troubling you, Dean?" Castiel began to speak, very calm, but there was a hint of worrisome on his face.

"I told Sam," he paused, and that captured the angel’s attention. "About everything, about Hell, and what I did. I assume you already knew." Dean spoke, having his hands in his pockets of his jeans and stared at the other man.

"I was not aware of your confession, Dean."

"I thought you angels did the whole see all, know all thing."

"We have the choice of…in your terms spy or not. I chose not to, Dean. I do give a sense of privacy." Castiel spoke, feeling the strain of his trench coat starting to weigh on his shoulders. "And how did he take it?"

Dean gave the usual shrug and his shoulder slumped. "In his own usual Sam like way, he took it better than I thought," he trailed off and saw the glazed look in Castiel’s eyes, and his mark began to itch again.

"It’s been bothering you, hasn’t it?" Dean paused, and the mark he was given did itch. It felt like it was burning into his skin deeper and it wanted Castiel’s hand upon it again.

And Castiel slowly approached Dean.

It seemed slow, but soon, he was close enough to Dean to reach out and touch him.

"You would know." Dean’s response seemed to be cutthroat and cold.

"Dean, I have a confession."

The other man used his hand to put it up as a stop sign and cut Castiel off right there. "Please, I don’t want to hear any more confessions. Your little friend, Uriel, told me that you liked me."

"That was not it. I need to-"

And for the first time, Castiel felt the presence of another’s lips upon his.

His chapped lips hadn’t touched a living soul and he dreamt of this moment when he carried Dean out of Hell in his arms. His angelic form did not know what to do, but the vessel, the instincts were heightened when he finally pressed his lips against the older brother’s, feeling how soft and tender his lips were.

Was it possible to have such soft lips from a man?

Dean could fit in that category.

"I can’t." Castiel pulled himself from Dean’s hold, his lips, his everything. "I spent hours…days…avoiding this. I don’t know what’s going on with me. Ever since I brought you from Hell, I’ve grown fond of you, Dean. And not just…you tempt me, Dean Winchester. Everything I’ve grown to love about being down here, learning about my Father’s creatures, I’m losing myself, and I cannot allow that to happen."

The look on Dean’s face, his jaw tightened, but he did not speak. "No."

As Castiel was turning on his heels to leave, he stopped.

"No," he spoke again. "You left before and I’m not letting you go so fuck it, help me God."

Castiel gave a disappointed look at Dean. "There’s no need to use such language around God’s name."

"You were in my room the other night, weren’t you? I knew it couldn’t be a dream because I felt…I felt your presence around me."

Castiel didn’t speak.
He lowered his head and avoided the look upon Dean’s face.

"I had to."

"Why?"

"Dean, I cannot answer that now."

"Then answer me this," Dean approached Castiel this time, and he heard the distant rumbling from above. It sounded like it was going to rain. "Do you...love me?"

The question caught the angel off guard and felt his vessel begin to tremble. "I love you more than you think, Dean. Being around you has taught me many things about human emotion, despite what Anna spoke of. Every angel is different, there are different sets of rules, and we’re all given different emotions. And the longer I stay, more and more will I follow this path where I am afraid to go."

Dean had no words to describe the feeling that was bubbling inside of him.

And then, he felt a drop of water hit the tip of his nose. It was raining over them, and both men did not move to get out of the rain.

As if on cue, Castiel had turned back to face Dean who was only a couple of feet from him. "Dean…"

He had kissed Castiel, again, and this time he did not pull away. Dean wondered what possessed him to kiss another man, let alone an angel of the Lord. But the rain had overclouded his thoughts and he thought that it was ironic that the rain had built itself up and released over the city after Castiel’s confession.

Then he felt Castiel tremble under his fingertips.

What was he doing? he thought, but felt the angel’s hand reach up to the exact area where his mark was and placed his hand over it, pressing gently. And for a brief moment, Dean had felt things from the other man, his thoughts, his feelings, his doubts. It gave a glimpse of what was hiding behind the vessel and for the first time, a real smile came across Dean’s lips.

"Funny, is it?"

"Not at all, Cas." Dean was getting more used to that nickname than he should.

"Why must you call me that name?"

"Because I can, and you let me." Dean responded quickly. He braced himself to be struck down, punished, harmed for what he was doing, but nothing came but the rain.

Castiel had delivered Dean from Hell, and now it was his turn to save Castiel.

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Supernatural Fic: Yield Not Into Temptation (1/1)

2008-11-21T05:54:53Z

Title: Yield Not Into Temptation
Author: buckshotwon
Disclaimer: I don’t own these people! I wish I did, but I don’t so Kripke and Co. owns them, and the CW does too.
Rating: PG-13?
Genre/Pairing: Castiel mostly, minor Dean/Castiel slash
Warnings: Spoilers really if you haven’t seen the latest episode!
Notes: My first ever slash fic. I hope I haven’t screwed up!
Summary: Castiel watches Dean after the events of "Heaven and Hell," this from his point of view, his thoughts, and wants.

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Why does he fascinate me so?

No human has ever…I cannot finish the thoughts that I am having for him. They will turn against me, they will lead to my fall, and yet, here I am, watching him sleep again. My eyes never leave his sleeping form, and I cock my head to the side, almost as if he’s this…new toy.

Strange little town, there’s a bit of wickedness stirring in the underbelly.

He sleeps in his clothes, I noticed, always prepared for what to come and I admire that in him. Though underneath his clothing, I know every inch, every scar, every wound that he had gained, and my mark…

…it’s itching to burn him again. Almost as if it's reminding him of who gave him that mark.

He must be dreaming again, but it’s something different this time. The aura around him doesn’t read of Hell or the pain and torment he had endured, there was a sense of light around him. I wonder what Dean Winchester is dreaming of, and the temptation to visit him in his dream is perhaps too strong to ignore.

No.

Remember, there are orders, I must follow them. I cannot give into temptation, I cannot allow myself to fall, I cannot allow myself to be in captivated by a human, let alone a man.

And then the scent hits me. It’s not of Sam, or anyone human. And it’s familiar, ancient, holy. I remember it, I remember her.

Anna.

I feel the vessel’s face churn into an expression that humans would consider…a frown? The way she took a hold on Dean’s heart, and I felt the moment where she pressed her hand against my mark on him. Could I ever experience what she felt with Dean? The connection, the want, the need, the hunger? The combination of human emotions was spilled over when they were together. Did she satisfy him, broken him and mold him into something new?

Did he feel a connection with her when both of them reached their peak?

Too many questions, and not enough answers.

His hand is reaching out in his sleep, who was waiting for? Who was he hoping would capture his hand? Mine? Of course not, I can’t be that foolish.

It’s time I returned back. I had spent countless hours wondering around this town after the events that had just occurred. I was without Uriel, who was up above, and I’m here, mingling among one of God’s creatures.

I turned to leave the hotel room when I heard it.

"Castiel…"

He was calling out to me. I checked his state, still in a deep slumber, but his lips spoke my name.

"Castiel…"

He said it again, and my hand reached out to caress the jaw line of his face. I swallowed harshly, and snatched my hand away as fast it came. The rough and jagged areas of my hands didn’t need to touch Dean. He was beginning to soil me. I have to get away. I have to.

I prayed that Uriel was not here to hear Dean call for me. In his words, he would say that I am breaking into a path I shouldn’t follow, that I shouldn’t allow a waste of skin take my attention when I have a higher power to obey. But he didn’t whisper my name anymore, and I was leaving the room when he said the words: "Don’t go," as I left.

My name is Castiel, and I am an angel of the Lord. I serve my purpose and obey all of His commands. But I have my doubts, I have my thoughts of what we should do, how things should be planned out and done. And I am falling for someone I can’t touch…

And his name is name is Dean Winchester.

Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (11/?)

2008-11-08T20:29:33Z

Title: Project Salvation (11/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Tish Jones, Francine Jones, mentions of the Master, Donna Noble, Torchwood members (Gwen Cooper and Ianto Jones).
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

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The Doctor stood in the same spot in the TARDIS where Jack had disappeared...along with the Master.

His head was still trying to wrap around what had just happened. For the first time, the Doctor was completely stunned and silent. His hand reached up to brush his wild hair and he groaned. He was alive, not dead, even though he had burned his body and he thought that he had finally found some closure.
Martha.

His brain finally connected when he realized he should go check up on Martha. How come his Martha didn’t tell him? Why couldn’t he see that something was wrong with her? So many questions, not so many answers, and he was screwed. So he turned on his heels of his sneakers and left the TARDIS, locking the door behind him and went to check up on Martha.

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Martha wasn’t waking up.

Tish held onto Martha’s hand and stared at her. She had to give her sister credit, she was a tough one, probably the strongest out of her and Leo. From what Mickey had told her, she was stable, but it was almost as if she had suffered trauma to the head, and it wasn’t letting her wake up.

Maybe the Doctor could…

Tish shook her head at that suggestion and figured he had too much on his hands.

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Francine had finally taken herself home to her husband for the night and let out the breath she had been holding in for days.

”How’s Martha?” She gave a weak smile towards Clive who was worried himself.

“She’s…well, I don’t know. They’ll have to keep watch on her since everything’s that happened to her, who knows if she’ll ever be okay. I wish I didn’t pressure her into taking this kind of lifestyle.” She sat down on the foot of the bed, rubbing her own forehead that was pounding.

”Force her into what? You know this kind of work always made her happy.” Clive wrapped an arm around her.

”No, I mean, if it wasn’t for me, maybe she wouldn’t have met Saxon or the Master or whatever the hell his name is. I pressured her to become a doctor; I butted into her own life when the Doctor came around. It’s my fault that I trusted complete strangers over my own daughter and look what happened to us. He was right,” and by “he” she meant the Master. “He was definitely right.”

Clive shook her head at him. “No it isn’t. You are a mother; you’re allowed to worry about your children. The way things that happened, it isn’t your fault. Martha is a strong one, you know that. She’ll get through this and we’ll help her. But right now, you need to enjoy just being at home, with me, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and Francine shook her head at him, he always did that even when they first started to date.

”Alright, you win for the night.”

And the both of them shared their first kiss since their wedding day.

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The Doctor had watched Martha in the small room. Tish had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed, and he entered the room. Jack hadn’t returned from wherever he had disappeared and cleared his throat.

Tish woke up at the sound and made sure she wasn’t drooling and wiped her face with her hand. “Doctor, what’s wrong with her? Tell me, please.”

He just stared at Tish and then at Martha and back at Tish. “I don’t know, to be quite honest with you. Whatever the Master did to her, he planned this after effect on her. I could try to reach inside her mind but…” He treaded off since the last person he had done that to wasn’t the same anymore.

The guilt of erasing Donna’s memories still haunted him.

“But what?” Tish finished, watching him.

”But I don’t know if Martha would like to know that I’ve been inside her mind again. You know how she is.” That response made Tish nod her head in agreement. Martha was a very private person and it showed today. “But I can take over and you can get some rest.”

Tish thought about it and she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a few days.

“Alright, Doctor, you win.” Tish got up and stretched and kissed the top of Martha’s head before saying her goodbyes.

Now, it was only just the Doctor and Martha.

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Mickey was asleep in a nearby chair.

Gwen was nodding on and off at her desk, her hair had already touched the top of her coffee, and she had to get a new cup. Going through her emails after settling down again, she clicked open the spam files and sighed at the many emails that read “The Salvation is among us.”

It wasn’t until she clicked on the most recent one and scrolled down to find a picture she instantly recognized.

It was Martha from the back but she recognized the bridesmaid dress. It was taken outside but why…

”My God,” Gwen stated. “Oh my God,” she repeated as she got up to rush over to wake up Mickey in his seat.

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The Doctor was watching his former companion be in a “deep sleep” like state.

He had missed her, he was still missing her, still caring for her. He was in love with her, deeply in love with Martha Jones, and again, she wasn’t able to him say the words.

His hand brushed back her bangs from her face and he felt how warm she was underneath his fingertips.

She jerked a little against his touch. “Martha?” He whispered, and she jerked again, almost as if she was trying to wake up. He grasped her hand and tightened her grip around it and he felt some kind of warm like atmosphere come over his hand and it seemed to radiate around her. “Martha?” He repeated and as quickly the warmth came, it was gone.

And then her eyes opened.

”Doctor?”

Her voice was so soft, so small, and he could only smile at her. “Welcome back, Martha Jones.” He reached in and kissed the side of her temple. She almost seemed to cling to him and smiled. “How do you feel?”

”I feel…like...” She treaded off, trying to find the right words to say. “I feel like weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.” Martha finished stating and let out a sigh. She struggled to make herself sit up against the bed, her body felt tired, exhausted, and weak but she did it. Once she did, she immediately wrapped her arms around the Doctor who held her back tightly.

”I’m so sorry, Doctor,” Martha said, almost on the brink of tears. But Martha never cried around the Doctor, and she didn’t plan to now.

”Don’t speak, Martha, just rest.” He responded and kissed her lips lightly. From each partner, they had missed the others presence, more so on the Doctor’s part. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear and Martha tensed against the Doctor’s hold at his statement, and then relaxed.

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“If Martha’s in the picture, wouldn’t that mean that she’s…” Mickey treaded off and Gwen just looked up at him, answering his statement without speaking.

Just then, a loud rush of wind came through the hub and there stood Jack, breathing quite heavily.

"Oh man, you don’t want to be anywhere near black holes.” He stated and the other two Torchwood members stared at him and then at each other and then back at Jack.

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A/N: Oh I am sooo sorry about not updating this on a regular basis! I’ve been busy with school, it loves to kick my ass but this is my way of making up for it! Hopefully chapter 12 can be typed out soon!

Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (10/?)

2008-10-19T01:20:15Z

Title: Project Salvation (10/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Mickey Smith, Gwen Cooper, and Ianto Jones), The Master, Jones Family (Leo, Tish, Francine, and Clive), mentions of Rose Tyler.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

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Martha’s screams were loud, almost painful.

There was a glow circling around Martha, she fell to her knees, holding onto the part of the TARDIS to regain some control.

Tish approached her slowly; fearful of what was going on. “Martha?”

Martha stopped her sister. “Don’t come closer!” Her voice was starting to change. “I can’t fight him, I just can’t.” Martha started to sob, clutching her fists together.

Tish shook her head. “No, you’ve beat him once before, you can do it again.”

Martha’s lips turned into a smirk. “This is different.”

Just then, the glow around Martha grew brighter and Tish fell silent, moving backwards on her feet to hold her self up against the walls of the TARDIS. It hurt her to watch her sister not have control, to see this happening to her, especially if he was involved. Tish raised her hand to block her eyes from the light growing brighter until suddenly, it was gone.

She was almost afraid to open her eyes. “Martha?” she asked quietly, having a strong feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Sorry, Martha cannot be here right now.”

That voice she recognized immediately. It wasn’t Martha at all.

It was him.

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Francine was the first to notice that both of her daughters were not around, especially Martha since she was bedridden. “Have you seen Tish anywhere?” She asked her husband, who shook his head.

Mickey was the first one she saw. “Mickey, have you seen Tish? I went to check up on Martha but she isn’t in her room. And I haven’t seen Tish around either.” The worry on Francine’s face got to Mickey.

He rubbed his face with his hand and shook his head. “Come on, let’s look for them.”

As Francine, Clive, and Mickey searched throughout the Hub and extra rooms, they were no where to be found. “Well, there is one place we haven’t checked yet,” Mickey suggested and it would take Jack and the Doctor’s help.

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Tish spotted Martha’s unconscious body near the control panel of the TARDIS and right next to her was the Master, stretching as if he just woken up from a sleep. “Oh, it was getting cramped in there,” The Master was still arrogant and Tish picked up on that. He started to stretch some more, picking up his feet to run in place. “Hello, Tish.”

"What have you done to Martha?” That was the number one question.

The Master stopped running in place and stepped over Martha and saw that Tish automatically moved back against the wall, she had no where to hide. “What did I do to Martha? See? The question should be what did Martha do to me? It’s not my fault that she couldn’t get me off her mindset, I mean, ha, look at me.”

Tish wished someone would come in and interrupt. She always had an uneasy feeling about the Master, or Harold Saxon, whoever he was.

Just then, the door of the TARDIS swung open and five familiar faces came upon the scene before them.

"Hello, Doctor.”

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"What did you do to my daughter?!” Francine demanded to know up front.

The Master just grinned in her direction, not even remotely scared. “Ah, she’ll awake sooner or later. I should thank her for keeping me alive but there’s not much I can do with an unconscious body. Not in front of you all anyway,” he chuckled and hummed a little song in his head before sitting down in the Captain’s chair of the TARDIS. “Go ahead and take her, there’s not much you can do.”

Jack and Mickey looked at each other, then at Martha, and then at the Master who welcomed them to do so.

The Doctor, on the other hand, was stunned. “How did you…? You were dead!”

The Master loved the Doctor’s overdramatically skills; it warmed him inside a little. “Ah, well, let’s just say I had a little plan B in mind. And all it took was for me to find a vessel, and I chose her. She was quite entertaining, let me tell you. The things she let me do to her…I doubt her screams could make your skin crawl.”

The Doctor looked around to see that it was just the both of them.

Tish had left with her father and mother, against their will, and Jack and Mickey carried Martha back to the hub.

"How did you do this?” The Doctor wanted answers.

The Master got off of the captain’s chair and his fingers touched the buttons and knobs of the TARDIS and she gave a hum that sounded very agitated. “Like old times, isn’t it?” The TARDIS would not respond to that or to him anymore.

"Tell me how,” The Doctor started to approach him, and he looked very serious to the Master’s eyes.

The Master chuckled again. “You are so impatient for someone who likes to travel. Ugh. But since you have gotten on my last nerve, I’ll tell you. I was determined to get my revenge. And to your lovely yet could be rotationally dead companion, she brought me back. Oh the dreams never stopped, she never got over what happened and slowly, I was manifesting inside of her mind. I’d see things through her eyes, and whoo, let me tell you, Doctor, I’m surprised she has it in her to do the things she has done to you.” The Master had his hand over his chest in a mocking sort of way. “She never told you, huh? About how she really feels about you? That no matter what you say to her, she won’t believe you. It’s pathetic that your mind and heart is still wrapped around that little shop girl. What’s her name? Lily or something with a bloody flower.”

"Her name is Rose, and you do not have the right to her up.” The Doctor spat back but he was caught off guard by what the Master said next.

He only shook his head at the Doctor. “See how quickly you run to her defense? You know what was hell for me? Watching Martha cry her head off in the bathroom because you would never look at her the way you do for Rose. Personally, I pick Martha. In fact, I’ll go find Rose and maybe end her life. I wonder if that can make you cry,” The Master began to ponder.

"I will stop you no matter what.” The Doctor and the Master were now standing in front of each other. “And I will make sure you do not return anymore.”

"And pray tell how are you going to do that? It’s quite ironic that this all happens during the same time the Salvation would occur. I bet it hasn’t crossed your mind that Martha is the Salvation. Too bad she won’t be around to see her destiny come to full circle.”

The Doctor blinked at the Master’s comment and suddenly he realized that everything that happened was pointing towards Martha. The riots, why everyone in the world was starting to remember, the tasks, it pointed to her.

The Master had a smug look upon his face. The Doctor was into one of those “I’m really not here” stages and maybe it was time to sneak out. He had managed to separate himself from Martha, successfully at that; he wasn’t going to let the Doctor stand in his way.

"And where do you think you are going?” Jack was back, leaning against the doorway, blocking it to where he couldn’t get out.

"Oh, why can’t you just go away,” the Master whined, and that was what Jack needed to hear.

Jack leaned off the door and walked up the ramp. “How about I take you along for a ride?” He took the Master by the arm and before the Doctor could stop both, they were gone.

"Jack?!" The Doctor screamed but they were gone, but where…

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Meanwhile, Martha’s body was back in the small room as it was before, except this time, Francine and Tish were going to watch over her. Francine had no clue what was going on and judging by Tish’s reaction, she didn’t know either.

How could Martha lie to them?

They couldn’t do anything about it but hope that Martha would come back to them.

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A/N: This was long overdue since I got very busy with schoolwork, my birthday, and being sick so what did we think? The Master wasn’t going to be around for long but I wanted him to have a chapter centered on him. Chapter 11 will be around next week, I’m sure.

Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (9/?)

2008-10-05T02:44:49Z

Title: Project Salvation (9/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Mickey Smith, Gwen Cooper, and Ianto Jones), The Master, Jones Family (Leo, Tish, Francine, and Clive).
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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Martha was “sleeping” quietly in a small resting room in Torchwood.

Tish, on the other hand, was staring at her cup of water in her hand. She was perhaps too quiet for the usual way Tish acted but she didn’t say much. She still wore the bridesmaid dress and there was a visible hole in the material where Tish had gotten shot, but she hadn’t revealed it yet.

Francine, full of relief but worried about both of her daughters’ conditions, approached the Doctor who was pacing back and forth in front of the parked TARDIS. “Doctor? What’s going on with them? Please tell me.” She pleaded, just wanting to know the truth.

The Doctor looked over at Francine, both still dressed in formal clothing, stopped pacing for the moment. “Your daughter, Tish, is suffering from a mild case of post traumatic stress syndrome. She hasn’t talked since she came back, but whatever happened to her, I don’t know. Martha, on the other hand,” He paused for a moment. “has fallen into a sleep. It’s not a coma of sorts, I can wake her up but I’m afraid of what will happen to her if I do.”

Francine sighed at the Doctor, but now she knew what was going on.

“But with your permission, Mrs. Jones, I’d want to bring Martha back.” The Doctor slipped his hands into his pockets, fishing around for something to grab onto.

Francine approached him. “I just want my daughters back.”

The Doctor nodded his head at her and let her go back to where she was originally sitting, next to Clive.

“Oh bugger!” was the last thing the Doctor said before hitting him on the head with what he was thinking of doing to Martha.

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“Oh, Tish, you haven’t even touched this,” Jack noticed Tish was sitting very quietly and unmoving on the chair, and Jack approached her.

Tish moved her gaze from the cup that was being taken from her to Jack who sat down across from her. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, and she closed her mouth again, staring at her hands.

Jack leaned close to her. “Tish,” he said her name and that grabbed her attention.

Tish’s lips moved, and it was a low mumble. “Jack…”

He immediately recognized that she spoke his name.

Tish spoke again. “I died. I died, and Martha…she…she healed me.” Then Tish became very frantic. “He shot me! He...shot me!” Tish started to cry, getting up from her seat and Jack immediately wrapped his arms around her to comfort her.

Jack signed into Tish’s hair and rubbed the sides of her arms, soothing her. “I want you to tell me everything that happened to you, Tish. Can you try to do that?” Tish didn’t give a verbal response but nodded her head against his chest.

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The Doctor walked into the small room where Martha was resting peacefully. Without the jacket of the tux around his shoulders, he wore his black Converse sneakers, trousers, and a white formal shirt. “Oh Dr. Martha Jones, what have you gotten yourself into?” He spoke to himself, walking around to approach the laying figure.

He lifted his hands out of his pockets and sat down on the chair that near the bed.

His finger brushed up against the jaw line of his former companion and for the first time, he noticed how helpless she was. “I hope you’ll forgive me for this,” he whispered before applying his index fingers to each side of her temples.

He was determined to bring Martha back.

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“And that’s what happened,” Tish finally explained to Jack who listened and comforted her. “Martha swore she didn’t know what happened, and I believe her.” She wished she had that cup of water now.

Jack scratched his head and sighed. “It won’t go further than me. I can promise you that.” Jack had grown to respect and like Tish, in a sister sort of way.

Tish stopped him. “But Jack, wherever we were, those years into the future, it was as if Martha had never stopped the Master. Everything...had gotten worse since then. I don’t want to go back there again.”

Jack sighed and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.

That was it.

Everything was circling around that day, the day that Martha had brought down the Saxon Empire, so everything was pointing towards Martha and the Master, but how the two really connected together was still unsolved. Jack cleared his thoughts and made a mental note to speak with the Doctor one on one, but offered Tish something to eat and something to drink, which she gladly accepted.

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The Doctor released the tension and his fingers from Martha’s temples and waited to see if she would wake up for him. She was stable enough to come out, and it was just a matter of whether or not Martha had the energy and will to. “Come on, Martha Jones, you can’t leave me now.” The Doctor encouraged, and he saw a movement come from one of Martha’s fingers.

Martha appeared to be stretching and yawned, as if she had woken up from a good night’s sleep. “Hmm, Doctor?” She said quietly, her vision was still a bit fuzzy and blurry, but she could spot shapes, colors, figures, and next to her was a human form that resembled the Doctor. “What am I doing here? Wait. Is this 2008 and not like…2012?” She was rambling with many questions.

The Doctor stood up from his seat and looked down at her. “Martha, you’re back. This is 2008, not 2012, and you’re fine, and Tish is…well, Tish will be alright as soon as she calms down.” The Doctor spoke to pretty casually before he looked at his former companion seriously. “Martha, do you remember anything that happened?”

Martha gave him a look, tipping her head to the side as if she was examining him. “At the moment, everything’s a bit fuzzy right now.” She scratched her head to prove a point.

The Doctor nodded his head before leaning down to give her a soft kiss on her lips. He had missed her lips for the longest time. “I’ll send someone in if you want. I’m going to work on the TARDIS, see if I can figure out a way to get back to where I was originally…” The Doctor ran off saying words about leaving and Martha stopped him.

”Just send in Tish for right now, please?”

The Doctor nodded his head and exited the room before Martha stopped him again. “Doctor, whatever you did for me, thank you.”

The room fell silent again when the Doctor was gone but all Martha could do was pull off the sheets and undo the needle that was in her arm. She had something to do and she couldn’t do it while being attached to a monitoring machine.

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”Uh, Doctor? Can I talk to you alone?” Jack approached him immediately.

The Doctor looked at Jack strangely and noticed that Tish was doing a lot better than the state he found her in on the TARDIS. She had on Jack’s coat wrapped around her and indicated that Tish could go in to see Martha. “Alright, now that’s taken cared of, what is it, Jack?”

Jack moved them out of the way where Tish and Martha were being held. “It’s about what Tish told me about where they were. I think something’s going to happen and it’ll be soon.”

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“Martha, what are you doing?” Tish’s voice was very soft; she was still dealing with what had happened.

Martha stopped at her sister’s form and shook her head, feeling a little dizzy but shrugged it off. “I have to go. It’s time!”

Tish just watched her sister walk back and forth. “Time? Time for what?”

Martha shook her sister by her shoulders. “Take me to the TARDIS.”

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Tish helped her sister to the TARDIS doors and watched her go inside. Tish tightened Jack’s coat around her before following her inside. “Damn it, Martha, I am not having you go off again or have this bloody ship send us somewhere else!”

Martha got frustrated. “Will you shut up?” Martha spoke very firmly and loudly, very out of character. She started to breathe faster; her heart beat was pumping faster. She began feeling dizzy and moved to hold onto the control panel behind her. “It’s starting.”

Tish immediately ran over to her sister but she stopped her, placing her hand up to say “stay back.” “What’s going on, Martha? Please tell me!”

Martha felt her body starting to sink. “It’s too late to tell you, but the Master, he’s coming. He’s coming back and...” Martha paused to let out a groan full of pain. “I’m his vessel.”

Just then, there was a bright light surrounding Martha who screamed out in pain as silence was being spread through out the streets of London, Cardiff, and the list goes on. All that was being heard inside the TARDIS were Martha’s screams.

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A/N: I had to end it there, I’m so sorry since it’s getting interesting! This chapter took me a while to get together considering I wanted to get to this “climatic” bit in the story but go ahead, review and tell me what you think!

Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (8/?)

2008-09-27T23:20:22Z

Title: Project Salvation (8/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Mickey Smith, Gwen Cooper, and Ianto Jones), The Master, Jones Family (Leo, Tish, Francine, and Clive).
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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Tish kept still in the van, trying not to rock it back and forth in the van.

Martha peeked over the passenger seat and saw two Toclafane move around the van and then down the street. She let out the breath she was holding in her chest. “Tish, they’re gone,” Martha replied, grabbing her sister’s hand, reassuring her.

Tish looked at her sister and tears welled up in her eyes. “I want to go home, Martha.”

Martha nodded her head at her. “Okay, we’ll just head back to the TARDIS and I’ll figure something out.” Martha sighed and her finger started to tap against her knee, and for the first time, Tish noticed.

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“What?” The Doctor continued to push and tap certain buttons and keys on the computer keyboard. “That’s impossible.” He mumbled to himself and looked over the screen to see Jack and Mickey standing there.

”What’s impossible, Doctor?” Mickey asked, a little more anxious than Jack was about the results.

”The TARDIS is here on Earth, but it’s almost like…” He treaded off again, scratched his head and sat back in the chair. “The only explanation I can come up with is that they are in some kind of alternate or parallel, whichever one, setting.” He stuck out his tongue slightly to the side, and continued to press certain codes.

“Like Rose?” Mickey said, and the Doctor stopped what he was doing.

”Yes,” he spoke quietly. “But it’s different! The TARDIS brought them there, and it can bring them back. It’s only in a matter time.”

Jack undid his arms and put them on his hips. “But why would the TARDIS just take people to certain places without letting them know? I get she’s alive and all, but...”

The Doctor raised his hand to cut him off. “There are things about the TARDIS’ behavior that I don’t understand. For example, the Titanic crashed into the ship right after Martha stepped off the TARDIS the first time to go home…” He treaded off, trying to forget that day and pushed himself away from the computer. “There’s nothing more I can do, but the TARDIS brought them to wherever, it can bring them back.”

Jack just let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair and backed away from the computer console, and Mickey rubbed his face with his hand.

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With the Toclafane gone out of sight, Tish slipped out of the back of the van first, straightening out the dress, but it had become much wrinkled in less than twenty-four hours. Martha followed soon out, and closed the doors gently.

Martha sighed, brushing her hair from her face. “I think the TARDIS is still in that alleyway, like someone would bother with it.” Martha said, and Tish followed behind, as both women crossed the street together, a little shaken up by the events that happened so far.

The Master was alive, not dead, the entire city around them seemed to be vacant, like a ghost town, and Martha wondered: “what ever happened to her?” She was almost too afraid to know. She was the one who brought down the Saxon Empire, restored the Doctor and made everything go back to the way things were supposed to be.

Or was it?

Tish was the first to find the TARDIS and ran to it, hugging it tightly as if it was some cuddly teddy bear.

Martha brow furred underneath her bangs of her hair, and she let out a sigh and looked around before she walked inside the TARDIS and smirked to herself.

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After an hour of debating with the TARDIS, Martha won the discussion and the coordinates were being sent through the database to get back to their time, their home.

Tish approached Martha from behind. “So that’s it? We’re going home? This is great, isn’t it Martha?” Tish smiled gleefully at her sister before she noticed that her sister was not moving. She was breathing, but her silence frightened her. “Martha? Martha, are you alright?” She touched her shoulder and turned herself around to see Martha staring at the ground.

Martha could hear and feel her sister’s presence near her but didn’t acknowledge it. “Tish, have you ever noticed the warm feeling you get when you are in the vortex? It’s like…I can hear it calling me and it’s the same thing over and over again. You should see the vortex, Tish, it can either be inspirational, or it can drive you bloody mad.” Martha spoke in a low voice, not sounding like her own.

Tish approached her sister closely. “Martha?”

The look on Martha’s face read menace, intimidation, and if Tish didn’t know any better, this was almost déjà vu like. “Hello, Tish. Martha can’t be here right now because she’s busy being my slave.”

The voice sounded like…

Tish tightened her jaw. “How…what…?” Tish had no words on what was going on and how he got into Martha’s body.

Martha chuckled in that way he would. “Let’s just say, I never left Martha’s very brilliant yet chaotic mind. You’ll see more of me Miss Jones.” And the last words that were said, Martha fell to her knees, holding her head. “Tish, he’s coming!”

That was Martha’s voice, and Tish was thankful she heard it.

“The Master, he’s coming,” Martha groaned in agony as she felt her heart beat speed up.

Tish could only hold her sister and looked over her. If he was inside of her, what was to come?

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The TARDIS traveled through the vortex for what was a long time to Tish.

Martha had fallen into a deep sleep, had a high fever, and Tish was scared. It was that same kind of fear that she remembered when she saw Martha being brought to the Master on the Valiant. She was a strong woman, very brave, a little careless if she wanted to be, but how could she have not seen the signs? The tapping of that rhythmic beat, Martha’s continuing spacing out episodes, and the talk of feeling the vortex.

That wasn’t her Martha.

Tish didn’t know that the TARDIS had landed or that their trip was over. She held onto Martha’s sleeping form that was in her lap, cradling the head, as the doors of the TARDIS opened.

It was the Doctor.

He had frantically tracked the TARDIS down to where it had landed.

The Doctor spotted both Tish and Martha in the corner of the TARDIS, unmoving. “What happened?”

Tish didn’t answer but stared at the Doctor, and opened her mouth but nothing came out.

The Doctor bent down to Tish’s form and placed his hands on her shoulders. “What happened?” he repeated, staring at her.

Tish slowly began to put her words together. “He…she…Martha…has a high temperature, she’s asleep, but I can’t wake her! And he’s coming back.”

The Doctor’s eyebrow rose. “Who is?”

Tish blinked at him a few times before speaking. “The Master.”

And the Doctor felt one of his own hearts stop at what her words read.

The Master was returning…

…but how?

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A/N: Pretty shorter than the other chapters, this was only five pages or so long. So now everyone should be up to speed on what is happening so far! This is one of possibly 4 big chapters through out this fic and this was the first one!

i barely post anything but fic on here but this is different!

2008-09-26T04:56:51Z

Feel free to take it if you want but credit me, huh? I do this for a living, don't make me chase you down! But I was in a header making mood and I did one of John Simm, because he is pretty much on a high level in my book. Anywho, here it is! Who should be next that I should make a header or two of?

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Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (7/?)

2008-09-21T03:08:01Z

Title: Project Salvation (7/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Mickey Smith, Gwen Cooper, and Ianto Jones), The Master, Jones Family (Leo, Tish, Francine, and Clive), Sarah Jane Smith (eventually), mentions of Donna Noble, Lucy Saxon, and Rose Tyler.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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Tish gasped for breath, grasping her sister’s arm tightly. “What the bloody hell just happened?”

Martha couldn’t speak, she was stunned, and crying at her sister’s expense. “You got shot! Right there…” There was still blood stained on Martha’s palm, and the gun shot wound was completely gone. Tish used her finger to show where the bullet had gone through and looked up at Martha.

”What happened?” she asked her, concerned.

”I don’t know, I don’t…” Martha started to say before realizing where they were currently standing. “Let’s just get out of here, find some shelter or something.” She suggested, and helped Tish get up from the ground.

Both women ran from the scene, Martha’s hand was started to get very sticky from Tish’s blood.

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“What is this place?”

Leo, he was the one who spoke up on the quiet journey to Torchwood.

”This is Torchwood. Well, part of it is,” Mickey started to say and soon, they arrived to the hub. It had started to turn cold outside, and it was nice to get inside for some warmth.

”I’ll make up some coffee,” Gwen suggested, and Ianto agreed to help her out.

“So this is where Martha works, huh?” Francine was a bit impressed. She would admit that she was weary of her daughter leaving UNIT to join a group that didn’t exactly reveal themselves too often. She was worried, but it was her daughter, her job was to worry.

The Doctor walked towards the desk that belonged to Martha, he remembered the first time he was there, though he wasn’t himself at that time. Hands in his pockets, he wasn’t talkative, he seemed to be brooding but that wasn’t new. Martha’s disappearance with the TARDIS, along with Tish at that point, was something that the Doctor couldn’t understand. The TARDIS did have the tendency to take them to certain places for a reason but where, and why, and why at that moment? He used his hand to run his fingers through his hair, thinking.

On top of everything, the Doctor was sure to notice that Martha had been acting a bit unusual. Well, unusual enough for Martha.

And the rant about the vortex in the kitchen popped up as well in his head. “The vortex…” He mumbled to himself, and leaned against the edge of Martha’s desk. “I will find you and bring you back, Martha Jones.” He said to himself, watching the others trying to compose themselves.

Until then, he picked up a radio that was on the floor next to the legs of the desk and examined it. It was in good shape, he had his sonic screwdriver in his pocket, he then got an idea.

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As Gwen and Ianto were making coffee, equipped with sugar and cream if needed, Jack walked over to them.

”This might not be the best time, or it might be, whatever. But we need to talk about, well, everything.”

Jack had a serious expression on his face, and Gwen and Ianto nodded to follow Jack somewhere more secluded.

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Mickey approached the Doctor, carrying his own small cup of coffee in his hand. “So, Doctor, what do we do now?”

The Doctor looked up from sitting behind Martha’s desk and grinned. “Well, I was thinking if I can use this to pin point exactly where Martha and Tish are by using the TARDIS’ tracking device. All I have to do is make it universal, that’s the best chance we’ve got!” The Doctor said, looking around for what else he can use. “You and the others need to find me wires, something I can attach this to and a computer of sorts.” He commanded and Mickey nodded, turning on his feet to talk to Martha and Tish’s parents who were sipping their own cups of coffee.

From across the room, the Doctor watched the newly wed couple.

He did wonder on a few occasions of what it would be like to be like that. To be in love, to be married, all the things he can’t do because it was too hard for him.

He was in love with Rose, but, it could never be. It just wasn’t meant to.

He loved Donna as well, but it was a different kind of love. The kind where there was trust, caring, honesty and that instant connection they had.

And then there was Martha, the one who kept returning back into his life.

The Doctor shook his head of his current thoughts and looked around the desk to find something of Martha’s that would carry something of her DNA. A fingerprint, bite marks on a pencil, a strand of hair, something.

Instead, the Doctor found something he had given Martha tucked away in a drawer he unlocked with the sonic screwdriver.

It was Martha’s TARDIS key.

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After searching for almost an hour in the dark, Martha and Tish stumbled onto an abandoned bar not far from the middle of the city.

It seemed that everything that was human driven was completely abandoned.

Martha leaned against the wall from the entrance and found a light switch. She turned it on, and the lights flickered on and off, being staying on, almost blinding the sisters from the brightness for the split second. The lights were dim, but it was enough light to see everything.

Bar stools were knocked over, empty glasses around, untouched for who knows how long.

”My God, it’s like a ghost town.” Tish spoke up, almost stepping onto broken glass from a Jack Daniel’s bottle. “If this is a bar, shouldn’t it be full of drunken men trying to score a good easy time?”

Martha found some humor in that. “If this is the future, some kind of future, we have no idea what has happened to the people here. But I bet the Master’s behind this.” Martha replied, going behind the bar to see if there was something useful.

Nothing but napkins, more glasses, and a telephone that had no dial tone, Martha cursed under her breath.

“Stay put, I’ll be right back.” Martha spoke up, coming from behind the bar.

”Where are you going?” Tish asked her.

“To see if I can find a sink,” and with that, Martha showed her blood stained hand and Tish nodded her head slowly at it.

As Martha retreated to the back of the bar, Tish walked behind the bar herself, checking out everything.

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“And that’s how you met Martha?” Gwen repeated for the third time in a row, almost in awe of what Jack had just confessed.

”We all were stuck on the Valiant for a year as Martha went off on her own. It was something that I don’t think neither of us wants to relive, especially Martha. She never talked about it, she never mentioned it or brought it up, but I can tell she never got over it. I don’t know what she experienced when she walked the earth but I can imagine that it was enough to almost break down Martha.” Jack continued to speak. “But she returned when she was captured and seeing her again, I felt so much relief. To know that she wasn’t dead but very much alive brought me hope; it brought all of us hope. She took down the entire Saxon empire but as quickly as things happened, the Earth went back itself, erasing that year. Those of us on the Valiant at that time, remember everything.” Jack finished, pacing around his office.

“And now everyone’s starting to remember and no one knows why,” Gwen started to understand.

”Yes, I don’t know if it was supposed to be permanent, but if people are remembering, who knows what will happen. That’s a lot of pain and misery and stress that has been locked away in your subconscious for a while.” Jack mentioned, wishing he had a cup of coffee himself.

”Do you think we’ll remember?” Ianto spoke up.

”Most likely, yes, I don’t know when but when you do, just remember that we’re trying to solve everything.” Jack encouraged them, wrapping his arms around both of his teammates, letting out a deep breath that he had been holding for so long about what happened that year.

He was already starting to feel better, very slowly.

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Martha struggled to scrub off the blood on her hand.

She cried in frustration as her skin started to get rougher, turning red in the process.

She used the second to the last sheet of a paper towel and used soap once again to get the rest of it off.

Her mind was racing with so many different thoughts. She couldn’t explain what happened to Tish, she didn’t know herself. One minute, she was shot, and dead! She felt her sister’s pulse, and there wasn’t one. And then, she felt something go through her body and down through her palm. It felt warm, almost welcoming, and Tish was alive again. No bullet wound, no scars, nothing.

On top of all that, she didn’t understand why she was in the year 2012, the 21st century, and if the Master was alive during this time, why? She couldn’t understand, but she did understand she had a splitting headache.

She splashed water onto her face and sighed.

Things were getting too weird…

Even for her.

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“Doctor, what are you doing?” Jack asked, finding the Doctor building something with Martha’s old radio.

The Doctor, now having his glasses on, pushed them in an upward motion from the tip of his nose, and continued to work, not looking up, spoke. “The TARDIS has a tracking device; I’m going to use this radio, trying to convert it to being universal and see if I can pinpoint where the TARDIS is located. When we get the location, we will find where Martha and Tish are.” The Doctor explained and Jack nodded his head, thinking that was a good idea.

“Do you need anything?”

”Um,” the Doctor paused, looking around. “Find something loose, and small, that can fit in here.” He told Jack and looked over at Francine. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Jones, I will find your daughters.” He smiled and winked at her, before sticking his tongue out to the side, becoming more focused now.

Francine only smiled at the Doctor and nodded towards him.

Such a brilliant man, she thought as she wrapped her hand around her husband’s.

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Martha was busy trying to fix a television set while Tish was making something to drink for the both of them. “I think we should stay here for the night.” Martha spoke up, suggesting what both of them were thinking. “It’s risky out there, especially after what happened. In the morning, we’ll go back out.” Martha hit the television on the top, and soon static started to form on the screen.

”Martha, seriously tell me, what happened to me? How did you…?” Tish asked, handing her a glass filled with water.

”Tish, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Martha explained, there was a hint of fear in her voice. The loud buzzing from the television’s static interrupted their conversation.

It was on a local station, a news station, and it was fading in and out but it was something.

“And now, from many requests, we will be showing a segment from Harold Saxon’s speech on the night of his accomplishments. We’ll be back after this.” The newscaster, a male, spoke and Martha swallowed a lump down her throat.

Then, his face appeared on the screen.

”My fellow people of Great Britain, I am grateful for this opportunity that has been given to me again. I, Harold Saxon, along with my lovely wife, Lucy, am beginning a new program that will reshape and mold humanity as one. We will unite this country to be closer than ever, and after the devastation that occurred here, what this country needs is peace, a new beginning, and I will make sure that happens.” He gave a smug grin to the camera, and in the background, Lucy smiled at her husband.

Martha sneered at the screen, her fingers twitched on her thigh, wanting the urge to start to drum again.

”Turn it off,” Tish suggested, feeling disgusted herself.

Martha pushed the power button to off and finished her water. “What the hell did he do?” Martha asked her sister, feeling very unsure about what was going on.

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Daytime hit the hub quickly; it was almost nine in the morning.

Everyone was still asleep, or in the process of waking up, though the Doctor was still tinkering away at the radio, putting the final touches on it. When he put his mind to something, he would become determined to get it finished.

“Aha! I finished it!” He shouted a bit too loud, and caused Ianto to drop his coffee.

”Oh damn it,” Ianto cursed, watching the coffee spill over his shoes.

“Sorry,” the Doctor announced. “Let’s get this working, shall we?” He climbed off the desk top and walked over to a main computer where Mickey had fallen asleep on. “Oi! Get up, Mickey!” He shook the younger man on the shoulder.

”I’m up, mum!” He mumbled and the Doctor’s eyebrow rose at him. “Hey, you are not my mum.”

”I’m glad I’m not,” the Doctor replied, sitting the radio down. “Now, I want you to connect this to this, alright?” He held up a wire and pointed to an empty spot on the back of the computer’s server. “Now let’s hope Martha’s radio works.”

He used the sonic screwdriver to activate the radio, and static started up from the small speakers. He smiled at the success so far.

Soon, the computer screen turned to black and many numbers arrived onto the screen, rolling across, and the Doctor knew they were getting close.

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Martha woke up to what sounded to be whizzing noise.

She looked around at her surroundings, and noticed that Tish was still asleep across from her. Both sisters had fallen asleep in a booth, lying down on the cushion like seating, and Martha felt her back ache, and struggled to get up. She stretched and yawned, before gently waking up Tish.

“Tish, come on wake up. It’s morning.” Martha shook her gently.

”Hmm?” was Tish’s response before she moved around on the seat and opened her eyes finally. “Hi, Martha,” Tish spoke to her, yawning herself.

”Morning, Tish,” Martha told her, giving her a comforting smile.

”What time is it?” Tish asked, sitting up in the booth.

”A little past nine, I think. Thank goodness for clocks.” Martha brushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ears. She peeked out of what was left of a curtain from the window, noticing how drastic the daytime was from the nighttime. “I’m not sure if there’s anything to eat…”

”It’s alright,” Tish cut her off. “I’m not really hungry. Can we head back to the TARDIS?” She asked.

”We can try. I don’t know if the TARDIS can bring us back to our time, but we can try. Come on.” Martha slid from the booth, her legs were still asleep and she stumbled to get her balance back. Tish was right behind her, making sure she was alright.

Both women exited the bar, looking at their surroundings.

On many walls of abandoned buildings, there, written in some kind of spray paint, were the words “The Salvation’s Alley” or “The Salvation Sanctuary.”

”It’s like what’s back at home, the signs, everything.” Tish spoke up, and followed Martha who walked across the street to check it out closer. But in the corner of her eye, she spotted more of what was added under The Salvation Sanctuary sign. She couldn’t read the first half, but noticed that the other half read “- 2010.”

Martha winced at the whizzing noise she heard again. This time, it was closer. “Do you hear that?” Martha asked Tish who covered her own ears but heard her sister’s muffled question, nodding her head. “If that’s what I think it is…” She began to panic.

”What is it? What’s happening?” Tish asked her.

“You remember when the Master had the Toclafane?” Martha asked and Tish thought for a brief moment, and it dawned on her.

”Yes,” Tish replied.

”I think they exist. We have to hide!” Martha suggested and looked around as the noise was getting louder. “How about in here?” Martha pointed towards an abandoned van of sorts.

If this place really was a ghost town, then there would be no need to be found.

Martha was surprised the doors were unlocked and both climbed into the back, shielding themselves as the familiar sounds of the Toclafane were there.

Tish covered her head, as Martha peeked from her eyes to see one go by the front window.

She wished she had her TARDIS key at that moment.

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A/N: Oh God, 8 pages worth! SO what does everyone think is going on? I want to hear theories, kids! What the Master is up to in this alternate time, will the Doctor find the TARDIS, Tish’s miraculous healing, and the Salvation even exists in this time. So many questions, I know! I'm popping out these chapters like hot cakes!

Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (6/?)

2008-09-19T06:25:15Z

Title: Project Salvation (6/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Mickey Smith, Gwen Cooper, and Ianto Jones), The Master, Jones Family (Leo, Tish, Francine, and Clive), Sarah Jane Smith (eventually), mentions of Donna Noble, Lucy Saxon.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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“The TARDIS…”

That was the Doctor speaking who was standing in the exact spot where the TARDIS was left. But now, it wasn’t there. “It’s not here anymore, I don’t understand…” He scratched his head and undid the buttons of his jacket, sighing.

Jack appeared by his side. “What do you mean? The TARDIS just left?”

The Doctor just looked at him and Jack found his answer within the Doctor’s expression. “And I bet Martha and Tish were on there as well.” He concluded, letting out another sigh. Oh, this day was not going as planned, it really wasn’t.

He saw the worried look on Martha’s mother’s face and reassured her. “Your daughters are fine, believe me. The TARDIS will take care of them.” His eyes averted to the woman who claimed to be Docherty, stood in the distance, her hands were clasped together, and she seemed to rock on her heels, watching what was before her.

”You,” He started to say, and walked over to her. “Tell me what is going on.” He demanded and Jack and Mickey’s eyebrows rose at the same time. They hardly saw the Doctor get upset, and this was quite the exception.

”It’ll be my pleasure.”

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If Tish couldn’t grip any tighter to a nearby pole… Martha thought, looking at her sister who was currently in a state of shock. “Tish, it is okay to let go, trust me.”

Tish looked at her younger sister, seeing her calm venire, and began to loosen her grip.

”Much better,” Martha said, sitting in the captain’s chair, staring at the control panel before her. She couldn’t stop the TARDIS from traveling wherever they were heading to, she tried many times. It was as if the TARDIS was on auto pilot.

Tish had stopped and looked around at the TARDIS herself, amazed, and touched the walls. “I can’t believe this…”

The TARDIS seemed to respond to Tish by humming towards her, and Tish wasn’t afraid as much anymore.

Martha continued to sit in the chair, falling quieter and started taping her fingers against the edge of the seat. A simple beat came over her fingers, her chest heaved in and out as she closely heard the taping in her own ears. It sounded like drums.

”Can’t you hear it? Inside my head. I thought it would stop…” Martha mumbled under hear breath. “The constant drumming.” Martha didn’t seem to notice her sister calling her from across the room.

“Martha, are you alright? You’ve gotten quiet on me.” Tish asked her, and Martha blinked out of her trance, finally realizing her position and the taping of her finger. She fell silent at trying to respond.

”Yes, I’m fine. I was just busy thinking of what to do now.” Martha was certainly good at cooking up a good lie.

Just then, Martha felt the TARDIS slow down, and she couldn’t describe the feeling of feeling the TARDIS move through the vortex, feeling the vortex itself underneath her, and it was almost close to touch. “I think we’re going to stop. And this is the part where you need to hold onto something.” She warned her sister and got up to hold onto something nearby and Tish did the same.

The TARDIS had landed, quite a bumpy one at that, and then everything stopped and fell into silence.

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“The riots going on have something to do with this Salvation kick?” Jack repeated and Docherty nodded her head again.

”I can’t reveal much,” she began to speak, leaning against the brick wall behind her. The Doctor gave her a stern look and she glanced in his direction before speaking again. “The Salvation started up a while ago. It was this urban legend, of sorts. It was said that this someone who can balance time and space, a person who can bring healing to the people. This person possesses a gift, and will go through many trials until the signs were directly aligned.” She took a breath, and sighed.

The next thing that came out of her mouth would almost make the Doctor’s heart (one of them) to stop beating.

”I heard about it when Harold Saxon ruled over the earth.”

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Martha was the first to step out of the TARDIS and it was dark.

The sky was dark; there were a few stars, no moon.

”This, looks like London,” Martha exclaimed, seeing a few familiar buildings surrounding her. They were parked in the same area the TARDIS was sitting in earlier, but something was off.

It was quiet.

Perhaps, too quiet.

Tish followed out, closing the door behind her and stepped out into the small alleyway. “This is London?” she asked, and Martha gave an expression of confusion.

”It is, I mean, I can see the London eye from here, but it’s not lit up. It’s completely dark around here.” Martha stated, and started to walk in a direction to lead them out. Once they found a street, Tish had a sigh of relief and Martha would have joined but something was still off. “Where is everyone? I mean, if this is London, and it’s late, wouldn’t there still be people out here driving or causing trouble, something?”

Tish finally noticed it too.

There were abandoned cars lined up in the streets, glass from small stores were broken and shattered completely.

Martha spotted a piece of paper, a newspaper, and picked up off the nearby car, setting off the alarm. “Oh my God…” Martha gasped.

”What? What is it?” Tish ran to her side, and Martha held out the paper in front of her to show her sister. “Oh…”

The front page read “Harold Saxon wins newest election by landslide!” And right underneath it was a picture of him smiling and Tish felt a surge of nausea kick in. Martha could only stare at the picture more than the headline.

He was still haunting her no matter what she did to ignore it. Tish didn’t know, her parents didn’t know, no one knew about it. And now that he was alive, Martha felt this was too surreal. And then the date in the corner caught her attention.

November 15th of 2012, is what it read.

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“How do you…?” The Doctor was speechless.

No one was supposed to remember the year that never was, except the ones on the Valiant.

”It was almost like waking up from a dream, or should I say, a horrible nightmare.” Docherty explained to them, who were surprised at her confession. Mickey, on the other hand was completely out of the loop, as well as Gwen and Ianto.

”Wait, I am completely lost.” Mickey spoke up.

Jack cleared his throat. “You remember Harold Saxon, he ran for Prime Minister?” Mickey nodded. “He did some terrible things, very bad ones, and he was stopped thankfully by the help of Martha, but when time was redone, no one was supposed to remember except the rest of us who were on the Valiant… I haven’t thought about it in so long.” Jack confessed.

”None of us had, Jack,” The Doctor spoke up, being very quiet.

”Well, I met Martha, I remember meeting her. She was so determined that I was almost amazed at her strength and courage. I started to remember four months ago, and they were dream like sequences. Many people are starting to remember, that’s why there riots. People don’t understand what has happened, what’s going on, why it’s happening. They just want answers, they need peace, they need healing.” Docherty finished talking.

The Doctor was in the background, somewhat in his own world.

He didn’t want to relive the events that took place in that year. He was helpless, taking as a pathetic pet, weak, and all he could do was stand by and watch the attack by the Toclafane onto Earth. He remembered he worried about Martha every day and night, missing her.

The group fell silent as Docherty had excused herself out of their zone, leaving to deal with what was really going on.

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“He can’t believe alive! Martha, we saw him die in the Doctor’s arms!”

Tish was pacing back and forth, still talking to Martha who was sitting on a bench in an abandoned park, the article from the newspaper was tucked in between Martha’s fingers.

”I don’t understand why the TARDIS would bring us here, especially to his time and date. I mean, if this isn’t our world that we’re used to, we might be in a…alternate universe.” Martha was almost amazed at herself. Apparently, paying attention to being a companion to the Doctor came in handy. “I wonder if this will create a paradox…” Martha treaded off, looking around.

”Martha, are you listening to me? I swear, you are like…on another planet!” Tish exclaimed.

”Tish, I know you are scared. I am too, believe me, I don’t want to relive this again. I just can’t…” Martha treaded off, looking away from her sister and Tish immediately wrapped her arms around her. She knew she couldn’t understand what Martha had gone through that year that happened, or didn’t happen, and she knew Martha wasn’t completely over it. She certainly wasn’t either.

Martha hugged her sister back. “You and I have each other. And I will protect you, okay? I don’t know what’s going on, why we’re here, why the Master’s alive, I don’t know. But I won’t let anything happen to you.” Martha reassured her sister, and gave her a soft smile.

Just then, Tish heard what sounded to be footsteps behind Martha.

It was a figure lurking in the shadows.

And he had something in his hands. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” It was a male voice; he looked about in his early twenties. “You come down here, trying to take more things from us. I won’t let you!”

”What? We’re not who you think we are,” Martha looked at him and stood next to her sister, and noticed they were still wearing their bridesmaid gowns. They did look a bit out of place, considering what the younger man was wearing.

That’s when Martha noticed the gun in his hand.

And Tish stepped in front of the bullet, shielding Martha from being hurt.

The young male was gone, Tish had fallen to the ground, and Martha wondered what to do next.

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Martha held her sister’s body in her lap, clutching her hand. “Damn it, Tish, you are not going to die on me. Not while I’m alive,” Martha never cried, not in front of those she cared about, but she felt her tears tickle down her face.

Was this the TARDIS’ mission? To let her sister die in her arms in a world ruled by a man, well non human, who was a complete psycho?

”Tish, come on, wake up!” Martha demanded, her hand was covering the bullet wound in Tish’s abdomen.

”Bravo, Miss Jones.” There was applause coming from behind her.

It was him, but was it the real him, or some kind of illusion.

”Hmm, and here I was thinking that you’d be the first one to go. Ah, you always were the strong one weren’t you?” The Master approached her; intimidation was read over his face. “Leave her. What good is she now?”

Martha kept her eyes on Tish.

The Master leaned his chin onto Martha’s shoulder, holding her steady. “Get back to the lovely TARDIS, Martha, you should be running again. And everywhere you go, I will be there to follow,” he paused, brushing a piece of hair from her and grinned against it. “And I’m not through with you Martha Jones, not by a long shot.”

And he was gone again.

Martha continued to cradle her sister’s head in her lap and all of a sudden, a sense of calmness overwhelmed her.

Out of her tears, she felt something pulse through her veins, it felt unnatural for her.

And then, Tish let out a gasp into the night.

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A/N: No A/N this time! *busy squeeing over supernatural still*

Doctor Who fic: Project Salvation (5/?)

2008-09-14T21:12:28Z

Title: Project Salvation (5/?)
Author: buckshotwon
Rated: PG-13 to R
Spoilers: Still post S4/Journey’s End
Characters: Martha Jones, Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Mickey Smith, Gwen Cooper, and Ianto Jones), The Master, Jones Family (Leo, Tish, Francine, and Clive), Sarah Jane Smith, mentions of Donna Noble, Lucy Saxon.
Pairings: Martha Jones/Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones/The Master, (minor) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, and Francine Jones/Clive Jones.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Doctor Who but I don’t own them. BBC does.
Summary: Four months had passed. There were signs everywhere, and they all point to Martha Jones.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3. Chapter 4

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Martha stared down at the man, well, alien, underneath her. Her hips moved towards him and he set up in the bed. How he managed to do that, Martha would never know.

The Doctor looked up at his former companion and his body was aching for her.

His back was against the headboard of the bed; Martha Jones was on top of him, straddling him. Her small, ample breasts pressed into his chest as both shared a passionate kiss.

The Doctor’s arms automatically wrapped around her slim waist, pulling her closer to him, and his mind went back to where Martha approached the Doctor only minutes ago and whispered in his ear.

I want you, Doctor. was all she said and he couldn’t say no to her.

Martha began to move her hips when the Doctor was inside of her fully and she bit her bottom lip and began to rock against him. The Doctor’s grip on her waist grew tighter as she held her firmly. She leaned down to capture his lips again and closed her eyes.

That was a big mistake.

”Well, it’s so lovely meeting you here, Martha Jones.” It was him again, but in the Doctor’s position.

Martha was a bit surprised; she didn’t know what to say.

“Ah, right, you can’t say anything. Don’t want to get the Doctor suspicious now do you? Can you imagine if you told him, “Oh Doctor, I was imaging someone else when I was fucking you,” and see the reaction? Ha! Bloody brilliant!” He moved down to kiss her in the valley of her chest, but then the image went back to the Doctor kissing in between middle of her breasts and her hips began to rock further.

The Doctor’s teeth bit down on the skin there and held onto her. “Martha…I….” He couldn’t form his words together in a complete sentence.

”Yes, Doctor?” Martha whispered in his ear as she felt herself coming closer to hitting her peak.

“Martha Jones, I…” He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say when he groaned when he finally came inside her. Martha followed quickly after him and rode out her orgasm.

”Shh, don’t speak,” Martha told him, slowing down and pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him. She kissed him briefly when she removed her finger, and climbed off of him, settling next to him, on the right.

Martha’s ears perked up when she clearly heard the heartbeats of the Doctor’s two hearts, and they sounded so much like beating drums to her. She moved closer to him, resting her head on his chest, and the soothing sounds of his heartbeats had caused her to fall asleep.

”Martha Jones, I love you.”

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Sunday afternoon rolled around, and it was the day Francine and Clive Jones were going to be Mr. and Mrs. Jones…again.

Martha found herself wandering around the empty hallways of the church, dressed in a strapless silk dress that, well, she didn’t know what color it was really. Apparently it was called “stardust,” and it was very similar to gold and crème combined. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, heels on her feet, and light makeup was applied onto her face.

Needless to say, Martha felt uncomfortable being dolled up.

But it was for her mum, and she didn’t want to disappoint her. This was going to be her lucky day and she wanted to see her be happy.

She lost Tish a few minutes ago, and with the small amount of guests in the sanctuary, it would only be a few more minutes before her mother and father would be exchanging vows, again.

Martha found herself going in a circle and found the main entrance and came up on the person in the form of Mickey who grinned in her direction. “Martha Jones, you look incredibly dashing,” He reached over and hugged his co-worker and took her hand to twirl around, showing off the dress. It wasn’t too tight on her but it definitely showed off her curves, something Martha wasn’t used to in situations like this.

”I’m glad you came,” Martha smiled, and leaned up to kiss the side of his face, his cheek, and said, “And thank you.” She pulled away and told him that the others were already seated.

”Is he here?” Mickey asked before he would make his trip down the aisle to sit down.

”I think so,” Martha replied. “Jack brought him along and practically bribed him into coming.”

Mickey just nodded at her response and walked at a quick pace, taking a seat next to Jack and what do you know, the Doctor was sitting on the other side of him, being very fidgety like. He couldn’t keep his hands or his legs still, switching up his position every minute or so.

Jack invited two extra guests, Gwen and Ianto had come along, mainly because without Jack, there was no work to do.

The Doctor looked around the church, scratching his head some as he looked in between pews and found a couple of hymnals and fans around. “Oh bloody…” He was about to curse when Jack made a face at him and the Doctor just sat back against the seat, wondering how he got himself into this position.

”Tish looks beautiful,” Jack mindlessly commented when Tish came into view.

The Doctor gave a small smile when he saw Tish almost miss a step to go to the other side and her cheeks turned slightly red. But the real treat was when Martha came into his view, and it was as if time had stopped, and the only thing moving was he and Martha. He took in what she wore, how beautiful she was, how nervous she seemed to be. Her brow furred and he knew that meant she was more anxious and uncomfortable. But he had no words on how to describe her. There was an aura around her, something he was picking up quickly.

“You’ve gotten awfully quiet over there, Doctor,” Jack grinned, looking at where the Doctor was staring at the moment. “Has Miss Jones captured the Doctor’s lonely hearts?” Jack was now teasing him.

“I love her,” the Doctor said quietly, but Jack heard him and his eyebrow rose at his confession.

Martha tried to stifle a yawn without being very “lady-like,” or whatever her mother would say, but this wouldn’t be too long, and she could get out of this dress. She smiled when she saw both her parents standing next to each other and smiling happily. She wondered when she could one day be in her mother’s situation but considering her lifestyle, her work, and the fact that her day to day life wasn’t normal, that wasn’t going to happen. As her fingers brushed against the petals of her bouquet, she felt a little queasy.

Something bad was going to happen, she just knew it.

“You may kiss the bride,” was the last thing heard through out the crowd when a loud explosion sound came from outside.

”What was that?” Francine asked, and looked at her husband who was even more confused as she was. Both of them held each other’s hand as Jack and Mickey got up from their seats, the Doctor caught up with them and all three exited the building, and in front of them was a riot going on.

”Oh bloody hell,” Mickey said, peeking over the door, and the explosion was of course a car accident that occurred between two vehicles. It was a madhouse outside.

”I hate to be the breaker of bad news but it looks like they are heading in this direction.” The Doctor spoke very calmly and Jack and Mickey stared at him before closing the entrance doors of the church, trying to find something to barricade them. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver to lock the doors securely.

”Come on, all of us have to get out of here,” Jack announced to the small crowd.

”What’s going on?” Martha asked, her hand was on her hip, and the in the other hand was her bouquet.

”A riot,” Jack explained, taking Gwen and Ianto out back, the others followed them, but Martha stayed behind, standing in the middle of an aisle, just listening to the crowd from the other side of the door. They sounded like they were needy. But what did they need?

Martha felt her heart swell slightly, as she heard chants and yells from outside. They were fighting for something…

”Martha!” Tish had returned, looking frantically for her sister. Martha started to move her feet forward to the doors and felt a jerk on her arm. Tish was staring at her, tugging her to follow. “We have to get out of here!”

”What?” Martha said, almost tripping over her dress, and struggled to keep up with her sister. “Where are we going?”

”I actually have no idea, but we are at the wrong place right now. I don’t know where everyone went…” Tish treaded off, looking around, and they were at a hallway that went into two separate directions. “Let’s just try to find a way to get out back.”

Meanwhile, Francine realized that their group had gotten smaller.

”Wait a minute. Where are Tish and Martha?” And right then, everyone just looked around, noticing that two of their party were no where to be found.

“Tish, we are going the wrong way.” Martha said, following her sister, but stopped when Tish leaned against the exit door.

”See? I told you we’d find a way out.” Tish smiled very proudly and Martha shook her head at her sister before following her outside. The night atmosphere was filled with what sounded to be glass breaking, shouting, and emergency alarms going off.

Both sisters were standing in the middle of an alleyway; dresses were beginning to get ruined by being outside in that kind of atmosphere.

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“I checked the church, they aren’t in there,” the Doctor ran back to the group who were hiding in a separate alley.

”What do we do?” Leo spoke up and the Doctor just rubbed his face, ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a sigh.

”I don’t know, but we can’t stay here. What are you humans going on about here anyway?” He asked and no one spoke up because no one really knew what was going on in the world today, especially in the UK.

”Something about…” Francine started to say. “The Salvation or something like that, I think, but it started about four months ago, give or take?”

”Right around the time Martha saved my life…” The Doctor was starting to form little pieces of the puzzle together.

”But do you know what they are talking about?” Francine asked the Doctor, more worried about the safety of her two daughters than herself.

”Just that it’s an urban legend almost,” the Doctor stated. “But I don’t understand why it would happen now if it is true.” He started to pace back and forth, scratching his head, thinking.

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Martha took note of what was going on around her, not listening to her sister silently freaking out. “We have to get out of this alley,” she said, and took her sister by her hand, dragging her along.

”Wait, why?”

”Something bad is going to happen near here, I just know, don’t ask me how but I just know!” Martha turned a corner and right there in front of them was the TARDIS. It was safely hidden and Martha hoped the Doctor didn’t lock the door. “We’ll hide in here.”

”In a police box?” Tish asked.

”It’s not a police box! Well on the outside it is, but I wonder if the Doctor…” Martha approached the TARDIS hesitantly and pushed the door open with ease and held the door open for her sister. “Are you coming in or not?”

Tish sighed and followed her sister inside before stopping at the ramp. “Oh my God…”

”I know, I know, it’s a lot bigger on the inside.” Martha took note and the lights of the TARDIS came on and it hummed softly at Martha’s presence. “Don’t be afraid, Tish, she won’t hurt you.”

”She? It’s a she?” Tish repeated, walking down the ramp, in awe of everything in the control room.

”Yes, this is the TARDIS. Well, the real name is Time and Relative Dimension in Space, but this is where I spent my time with the Doctor.” Martha said, sitting in the captain’s chair, feeling the warmth of the TARDIS around her. It seemed that Martha was more in tuned with the TARDIS as an entity, as a friend, but more than just a ship.

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Francine stood next to her husband and no sign of Martha or Tish had turned up inside the church.

Suddenly, Mickey heard footsteps approach him from behind.

”Excuse me,” it was a female voice speaking. She had short, dirty blonde hair, and wore fingerless gloves. “Are you the Doctor?” She pointed directly at him and the Doctor’s eyebrows rose at the finger pointing towards him.

”…I am.” He said, approaching the woman.

”Oh, forgive me, I’m Professor Alison Docherty, and I think I can help you.” She gave a warm smile towards him.

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Martha noticed the silence in the TARDIS was a bit eerie.

“Martha?” Tish asked, standing at the doorway. “I don’t think the door wants to open.”

Martha rushed over to where Tish was and noticed the door was locked, but how? “No, no, no, not again!” Martha exclaimed, trying to get the door open but nothing was happening. She was beginning to lose the feeling within her arms.

“Martha, what’s going on?!” Tish demanded, following her sister to the control panel. She heard her sister gasp at the screen before her. “What’s going on?” She repeated and shook her sister out of her state of shock.

”We’re going to the future…”

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A/N: So…Martha and Tish (who gets to meet the TARDIS, finally) are going to the future. And what does Docherty has to offer to the Doctor? And for those who are not paying attention, re-watch "Last of the Time Lords" to figure out who Docherty is. *insert cliffhanger music*

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