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It was now Martha, Alice, and the Doctor. They had found a hiding place by a group of large plant pots on the second-floor landing that overlooked the hospital's reception. Alice thought it could have been a much better spot, but at least this worked out so no one would spot them. She watched as the Judoon filed in, shining a blue light on each person and then marking their right hand with a black cross, saying, "Human."

"Oh, look down there; you've got a little shop. I like a little shop," the Time Lord pointed excitedly.

"Do you think now is the right time to tell us something ridiculous as that?" Alice asked in a scolding manner before adding, "When the people here are already bloody scared to death!"

Martha also looked at him in disbelief and shook her head to now, then asked, "What are Judoon?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and tore them away from the shop to explain, "Galactic police. Well, police for hire. More like interplanetary thugs."

"Yeah, but why bring us to the moon? Of all places, they pick this hospital specifically, but why?"

"Neutral territory," He explained, glancing in the redhead's direction, "According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated us. That rain? Lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."

"What's that about 'galactic law'?" Martha inquired with a frown, trying to wrap her head around it, "Where'd you get that from?" The Doctor didn't respond and moved towards another spot with the young women following his lead. But they remained well hidden from the Judoon and could still see them, with no pot plants surrounding them.

"If they're the police, are we under arrest?" Martha asked, only to guess slightly jokingly, "Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"

"No, can't be, "Alice shook her head, pointing to the Judoon as she interrupted the Doctor, "Otherwise, they wouldn't be cataloguing all those people."

Martha frowned at her friend, "What do you mean, cataloguing?"

"Well, maybe they're looking for something or someone," the young Noble explained to Martha, watching the Doctor out the corner of her eye as he gazed intently back at her, catching her eye, "What?"

"Nothing," the Time Lord quickly changed the topic, returning his attention towards the Judoon, "But no, we're not trespassing on the moon. But I like that," he told Martha briefly, glancing at her then at the Judoon again, "Good thinking. But Ally is right about something."

Alice grinned smugly, "Wow, I never thought I'd hear you say that."

But the Doctor just completely blanks her and goes on like it never happened, "They're looking for something non-human, which is very bad news for me."

"Why?" Martha asked, receiving a look from him, waiting for her to figure it out as his eyes widened in alarm, "Oh, you're kidding me," she gazed back at the Doctor, who raised his eyebrows, "Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that."

"Come on, then," he called, dashing off with both women following after him.

"If you were an alien, Alice, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

The young Noble looked to her friend with a reassuring smile as they followed after the Doctor, "Martha, believe me, if I were an alien, I would know about it. Still, I'm human, alright, so don't worry about it, but Spaceman is one of the good guys there. He'll get us out of this."

"Hey!" the Time Lord called rather impatiently, loud enough that they heard but never got a chance to respond, "Quit nattering and hurry up, you two!"

"Alright, Grumpy," Alice rolled her eyes, muttering herself as she took Martha by the hand, pulling her along to catch up with the Doctor, "Don't get your boxers in a twist," making Martha snort in amusement.

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"What are you trying to do?" Alice asked as she was leaning on the table beside the Doctor, who was at the computer using his sonic screwdriver to examine it or whatever he was doing. The young redhead had one long black tights-covered leg crossing over the other arms folded across her chest. They had come across the empty office, Alice staying with the Doctor while checking out the situation with Judoon.

"Checking the computer over, seeing if I can try to get it to come on," he returned, sounding somewhat distracted, frowning in concentration.

"Doesn't look like it's planning to work out anytime soon," Alice bluntly scoffed.

But as usual, he ignored her snide remark as she let out a frustrated sigh before changing the topic to that of Martha, "So..." she glanced down at her red Converse back up again, unfolding her arms and legs, "What do you think of Martha?"

"Well... she's nice, I guess," he answered but wasn't paying Alice attention.

"Of course, she's nice. She's my best friend. Martha has a perfect head upon her shoulders but has a family from hell. Still, other than that, Martha's got excellent qualities for a companion." Still, once Alice finished talking, she knew it'd go in one ear and out the other with him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" he stopped what he was doing momentarily to glance at Alice.

She shook her head, "Are you deaf or something? I just said, 'Martha has a perfect head upon her shoulders," she repeated," 'Excellent qualities for a companion."

The Doctor let out a heavy sigh with an irritated expression on his face, "Ally, I don't want to travel with anyone else right now. I'm perfectly fine being on my own. I prefer it, actually," as he spoke, Alice saw a truth within his eyes. That showed he despised being alone.

"Oh, yeah, because misery certainly loves company," Alice retaliated sarcastically with a scoff, "You, on the other hand, are no exception, Spaceman. You're no better than anyone else in this hospital right now."

"I didn't say anything like that. Because you're right, I'm no better than anyone else here," the Doctor returned, eyes filled with anger. But it didn't bother the young Noble because she annoyed many people who had left her life.

"Alright, fair enough. I don't want to admit it because there's a thing called 'reading between the lines,'" she finished off with some air quotes and a roll of her eyes, "Okay, another thing that's be nagging me, I don't know much about that Rose friend of yours. Still, you were in love with her," he opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted, "Don't even bother denying it. Well I mean you were. Why else would you be miserable that she's gone? If Rose were here right now, she'd want you to travel with someone," she offered gently, "Not be out there all on your own."

But he doesn't dignify her with a response and goes back to what he was doing previously on the computer. At that moment, Martha came in with an update on the Judoon.

"They've reached the third floor," she informed them both, to then frown and point at the sonic in the Doctor's hand, "What's that thing?"

"Sonic screwdriver," the Time Lord replied without glancing away from what he was doing.

"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly!"

With a frown, the Time Lord went to face her, "No, really, it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look," he waved it about before returning his attention to the computer once again as Martha came over to join her friend and the Doctor.

"What else have you got? A laser spanner?" Martha joked sarcastically once reaching them, standing on the other side of the Doctor.

"I did, but Emily Pankhurst, a cheeky woman, stole it," he muttered to himself and suddenly hit the computer screen in frustration, "Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down," with a sigh, he ran a hand over his face, "Judoon platoon upon the moon."

Alice pulled a face, "Are you serious?"

"Huh?" he looked at her momentarily, and she shook her head in disbelief.

"Never mind."

He stares at her for another moment longer to then shrug and babble on to both young women, "Cause I was just travelling past, I swear, I was just wondering; I wasn't looking for trouble. Honestly, I wasn't. But, just like I told Alice, I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital. That lightning plasma coil has been building up for two days, so I checked in. I thought something was going on inside."

"Which he was wrong about," the redhead joked to her best friend with a smirk.

"That's not the point," he mumbled irritably.

"Alright, lighten up. It was only a joke," Alice shook her head at him for what she felt must be the hundredth time now.

He only ignored her, "But it turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above."

"But what were they looking for?" Martha inquired.

"Well, someone that isn't human, obviously, "Alice implied with a raised eyebrow at her friend, "I thought we covered that subject already?"

"Haven't they got a photo?"

"You would think, wouldn't you? It would make things easier if they did have a photo, and we'd be safe back on Earth already. Maybe it's a shapeshifter of some sort, right?" Alice directed her query to the Doctor, who listened to the conversation.

"It could be possible," he agreed with her.

"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha asked.

"If they declare the hospital guilty of harbouring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution," the Doctor acknowledged with a sigh.

"All of us?" Alice gasped in alarm, as did Martha, "But that's the..."

"If I can find this thing first... Oh! Just that they're thick! Judoon are thick!" he suddenly exclaimed, throwing his head back and running a hand through his hair, making it wilder and messier than before, like he had rolled out from a bed, "They are completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that's clever."

"Okay, relax," Alice goes to rest, a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "We'll find the alien. We just have to remain calm," she leant forward slightly, "So what are we looking for?"

"I don't know yet," he replied, hand running through his hair again, "Any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms."

"Right, so here's what we'll do," Alice began to suggest, standing up straight, "There must be another backup in the system, and if not, Martha and I can try and find out where the patient files are," she now looked to her friend, "Do think we should ask Mr Stoker see if he knows?"

"Yeah, maybe, but it's worth a try," Martha nodded.

"Alright, sounds like a plan," Alice offered cheerfully and turning back to the Time Lord, "Right, while you're trying to fix the computer, which hasn't worked out so far, Martha and I are going to make ourselves useful. Be back soon," grabbing Martha's hand she pulled her out from the office before the Doctor could even utter a word.

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The two young doctors in training walked down the corridor beside each other towards Mr Stoker's office just as Martha asked her friend with interest, "So what happened at your sister's wedding?"

"It's a long, complicated story, Martha. But, like I said before, you'd probably believe me anyway. Still, he saved Donna's life, which I'm grateful for," Alice smiled fondly.

"Your, my friend, of course, I would," Martha returned with a small smile, which soon turned into a scoff, "But I'm still not entirely convinced about him, though," she goes on to change the subject, "You and he aren't you know...?"

Alice knew what her friend was implying and made a face of disgust, "Christ, no," she shook her head, trying to convince not only herself but Martha she didn't fancy him, "He's not even my type," before going onto add, "But I do like a man with green eyes and who doesn't take things so seriously. They got to be fun, which he isn't."

Martha let out a small laugh but still wasn't entirely convinced as she recalled Alice checking him out earlier. They finally reached Mr Stoker's office, and Martha gently knocked on the door but got no answer.

"Mr Stoker!"

Upon entering his office, both of them gasped, noticing Mr Stoker's feet sticking out from around his desk and two of those men in black leather jackets and biker helmets that had one of them bumped into them earlier in reception. Alice and Martha instantly froze when they recognised that Mrs Finnegan arose from behind the desk holding a straw.

"Oh, Christ!" Alice yelled as she ultimately snapped out of it, grabbed hold of Martha, hastily dragged her out of the office, and made a run, hearing the woman's order.

"Kill them!"

They both end up bumping into the Doctor in the hallway.

"I've restored the backup," he returned brightly.

"Do I honestly don't care about that right now?!" Alice frantically waved her arms about, "Because we just found the alien!" she gestured between herself and Martha. They quickly nodded as the Doctor looked back at them, somewhat startled.

"You what?" he asked before his eyes widened in alarm, seeing one of the men approaching from down the corridor from behind Alice and Martha only now to exclaim, "Run!" he took Martha's hand. She takes Alice's running as fast as they can.

Continuing down a hallway, down a flight of stairs before forcing to turn another way as the Judoon came up. They charged through a doorway onto the fourth floor with the biker man still on their tails, skidding around a corner and into the radiology room.

The Doctor quickly slammed the door shut and locked in the face of the biker man using his sonic and turning to face Alice and Martha, "When I say 'now, press the button."

"Which one, one genius!" The redhead barked at him.

"I don't know. Find out!" the Doctor dashed towards the machinery and held his Sonic on it as Alice threw her hands up in utter disbelief before she and Martha consulted the user manual to find the correct button.

"Yes, found it!" Alice cheered loudly and suddenly jumped out of her skin when the biker came crashing in through the door

"Now!" the Doctor suddenly ordered.

Together, Martha and Alice pushed the big yellow button. The leather-clad figure received massive radiation before falling flat on his face. Martha turned off the machine, but neither she nor Alice left the protective area.

"What did you do?" Martha asked.

"Increased the radiation by five thousand per cent," he responded with a shrug, "Killed him."

"Isn't that likely to kill you?" Alice inquired with some concern.

"Nah, it's only radiation," he casually brushed it off with a wave of his hand, "We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery," he looked other at them, "It's safe for you to come out, I've absorbed it all," they both approached as he continues to speak, "All I need to do is expel it," he started bouncing and hopping about like a crazy person which Martha thought the man was, whilst Alice just stood there arms folded across her chest rather bored, as she was already accustomed to his oddness, "If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go, easy does it..." he starts shaking his foot whilst hopping on the other, "Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out, ah, ah, ah, ah. It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Ah - hold on," he takes hold of his foot yanking off his shoe and chucked it in the nearby dustbin, "Done."

You're completely mad," Martha shakes her head at him.

"Believe me, you'll get used to it, "Alice gives her best friend a light pat on her shoulder. Yet, the Doctor thought she was on about something completely different.

"Right. I look daft with one shoe," the Doctor pulled off the other and chucked it inside the bin, "Barefoot on the moon!" he now grinned, wiggling his toes.

Alice scoffed and shook her head as she and Martha approached the man, "So what is that thing?" Martha now asked as she and Alice crouched on either side of the man's body, "And where's that? The planet Zovirax?"

"It's just a Slab," the Doctor began to explain, coming to crouch beside Alice, "They're called 'Slabs'. Basic slave drones, see?" he tapped it on the arm, "Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish."

"It came with that woman, Mrs Finnegan," Martha now said with a frown as the Doctor got up and went over to the X-ray machine, "It was working for her. Just like a servant."

"My sonic screwdriver," the Time Lord whined in complaint as he pulled the now mangled remains of his sonic out from the X-ray machine.

"She was one of the patients, but..." Martha talked as Alice rolled her eyes with disbelief, something she seemed to find doing a lot when she was around him.

"My sonic screwdriver!"

"She had a straw-like some kind of vampire."

"I love a good vampire story," Alice remarked to her flatmate, "But I never got my head around Twilight, though. I mean, come on, vampires that sparkle in the sun."

Martha nodded in agreement with her.

"I loved my sonic screwdriver!"

"Doctor!" Martha shouted in aggravation, making Alice almost jump.

"Sorry," the Doctor apologised, chucking the sonic over his shoulder and smiling, "You called me 'Doctor'."

"Anyway, Martha was trying to tell you that the alien is Miss Finnegan. We found her drinking Mr Stoker's blood," Alice explained.

"Funny time to take a snack," the Doctor thought aloud, "You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless - no. Yes, that's it, wait a minute. Yes!" he exclaimed, "Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer," he explained to them, "She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it."

"She was doing what?" Alice asked with a frown of confusion.

"She was assimilating it!" he repeated, "If she can assimilate Mr Stoker's blood and mimic the morphology, she can register as human."

"That means the Judoon won't be able to find her!" Alice figured it out.

"Yes, precisely! So, we've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!" he runs out of the room. Alice and Martha are just a little behind him.

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Alice, Martha and the Doctor watched as a Slab marched past the water cooler they were hiding behind.

"That's the thing about Slabs," the Time Lord whispered, his warm breath fanning across Alice's neck, "They always travel in pairs."

"What about you?" Martha asked.

"What about me, what?"

"Haven't you got backup?" Then, Martha asked, "You must have a partner other than Alice or something?" At that very moment, both he and Alice shared a glance.

"Um, I wouldn't call us partners, more along the lines of acquaintances," the redhead corrected her flatmate.

"Uh. Humans," the Doctor mumbled to himself, not having answered Martha's question, "We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal; you're asking personal questions. Come on," he moved to leave their hiding spot.

"I like that. 'Humans,'" Martha now muttered to her friend.

"I know, he's such a charmer, isn't he," Alice responded with a roll of her eyes as they began to follow after him again.

"I'm still not convinced you're an alien."

No sooner had the words left Martha's lips than they had stepped out in front of the Judoon, one of which shone a blue light in the Doctor's face.

"Non-human," the Judoon states, moving its light away.

"Oh my God, you are!" Martha gasped.

"Come on, Martha, his two hearts were a dead giveaway!" Alice cried, taking her and the Doctor's hands, "It's that time to run again!"

They raced back down the hallway, ducking when the Judoon shot at them. They headed up the stairs and managed to lock a door behind them, entering a corridor and finding people there collapsing, gasping from the lack of air.

"They've done this floor. Come on," the Doctor tells them, but Alice and Martha can only gaze sadly at the people in the hallway, him walking ahead of them.

She and Martha ran just as on adrenaline alone, but they knew that wouldn't last them much longer.

"The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've checked already. If we're lucky."

Alice stands beside the Doctor and doesn't utter a word as she watches her best friend talk to their colleague, assisting a patient with some oxygen. She could only frown with concern.

Martha crouches before Swales to ask, "How much oxygen is there?"

With a defeated sigh, the woman replied, glancing in the other threes direction, "Not enough for all these people. We're going to run out," she returned to the person she was assisting. The Doctor shared a look with Alice and Martha.

"How are you feeling? Are you all right?"

"I'm running on adrenaline," Martha responded with a grin.

"Ally, how about you?"

"Yeah, me too," she confirmed with a nod.

"Welcome to my world."

"Well, for one thing, it's proper exciting right now, but I'm not complaining," Alice voiced happily. She didn't know what it was. Maybe it was because she might die and never return home. But, on the other hand, it was so thrilling to her. She was having an adventure. Alice had dreamed of becoming a doctor ever since she was a little girl, and she loved it, but of course, she also loved her family. But why did she have this urge to experience so much more? Yet she knew that maybe it wouldn't be fair if Donna wasn't with her to share it.

"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked, snapping Alice from her thoughts.

"Ah, great big lung reserves, it won't slow them down," the Doctor shook his head, "Where's Mr Stoker's office?"

"It's this way," Martha said, she and Alice leading the way and finally into the room one of the Slabs had been in previously, only to now find it empty, "She's gone! She was here."

The Doctor kneeled beside Mr Stoker's body to examine it, "Drained him dry—every last drop. I was right. She's a plasma core."

"What was she doing on Earth?" Alice asked with a raised eyebrow, "And in a hospital of all places?"

"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all," the Doctor now stands back up, "Come on."

"Wait a minute," Martha goes to kneel beside Mr Stoker. She closes the deceased man's eyes before leaving with Alice and the Doctor.

"Think, think, think, "the Time Lord pondered to himself as soon as they had stepped out into the hallway, "If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" when, at that moment, they paused under an MRI sign, and he glanced up at it, "Aah. She's as clever as me. Almost."

"Find the non-human," a Judoon ordered from another end of the hall, "Execute!"

The Doctor turned to both women, "Stay here. I need time. You're going to have to hold them up.

"And how are we going to bloody do that, Spaceman?" Alice asked, folding her arms across her chest as he turned to face her more.

"Alice, I'm so sorry, but please forgive me for this... it's to save a thousand lives. It means nothing. Honestly, nothing."

Before Alice could ask anything, the Doctor grabbed her face and firmly kissed her. She made a noise of distress against his lips. Once he finally broke away, she instantly slapped him hard across the face. He was stumbling back ever so slightly, holding a hand to his cheek.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" she screamed at him.

"It doesn't mean a thing; besides, I already apologised for it!"

"Well, you don't just go and kiss somebody like that! Who do you think you are, Cleopatra?!"

"No, I'm the Doctor!" and with that, he stormed off before she got the chance to shout at him anymore.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alice could see her best friend giggling slightly and was about to say something only to cut her off, pointing her finger in warning at her, "Don't you dare say a word."

"I wasn't going to," she denied with a shrug.

It wasn't long before Judoon came marching down the corridor where Alice and Martha were waiting and ready to take action.

"Hey, you space rhinos," Alice called loudly, grabbing their attention and pulling Martha behind her out of sight, "I know who your alien is, and her name is Miss Finnegan. She may look like a sweet old lady, but she ain't!"

The Judoon flashes her with the blue light, "Human," they announce, "With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorise full scan," they shoved Alice hard up against the wall.

"Oi! Get your bloody hand's hooves off me!" she cried, but to be ignored.

"What are you? What are you?"

But all Alice could think was that these aliens didn't know the meaning of keeping their hands to themselves.