taxonomites | 005: Everything Changes [Location: Amy and the Doctor's House]

The house was new and unused and, although Time Lords didn't need much sleep, the Doctor had selected a bedroom at random. It was that bedroom that Martha Jones - fully dressed and sprawled out on bed that she'd never seen in her life - woke up in, but, really, the fact that she'd been taken from her flat was the least of her worries.

Her chest hurt.

No. It didn't hurt, as such, but the sensation of two hearts beating in one chest was enough to unsettle someone who'd grown up with one.

Slowly, tentatively, she put a hand on her chest and got to her feet.

Was this how the Doctor felt every day? She could feel time - everything that had been and could be and would be and ...

"Oh my god," she breathed, dropping her hand back to her side and stumbling over to a mirror on the far side of the room. She didn't just feel like the Doctor. She was the Doctor! She was in his body.

Although she couldn't begin to imagine what a person hoped to gain from switching their bodies, Martha wouldn't put anything past the hamsters. Or past the Master, for that matter. As far as they were concerned, their imprisonment was just a great big game.

She needed to find the Doctor.

There was no sign of the tablet on the bedside table - knowing him, he'd left it in the kitchen while making himself a midnight cup of tea - so she had no choice but to head off down the hallway.

"Amy?" she called, "Amy, are you here?"

The Doctor could be a difficult man to find. It'd be a lot easier if she had help from someone they both trusted.

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"No problem," she said, waving it away. She headed for her bedroom, wondering just what was going to happen when Martha had to go to the bathroom.

That was one of the many things that Martha was determinedly not thinking about.

Amy went and changed, and while she did, she thought about how lucky she was not to be involved in this glitch. She wondered how widespread it was, and how long it was going to last.

Once dressed, she came back out of her room and headed down the stairs, guessing Martha was in the kitchen.

By the time Amy made her way into the kitchen, Martha had hatched a comfortable pair of jeans and a jumper to temporarily replace the Doctor's suit. (She had to live in the body for the foreseeable future, after all.) Her tablet sat on the counter and, while she waited for the Doctor to respond to her post, she'd started to clear up the tea cups that littered the floor.

What was taking him so long?

Amy skipped into the kitchen, thoroughly amused at the situation. If she were in Martha's shoes, she wouldn't be so keen, but this glitch seemed harmless enough and it was providing quality entertainment.

"Jeans! The Doctor looks great in jeans. And no bow tie! Ah, it figures the only way I'd see him without it is when he's not actually him."

"I had to hatch them," she confessed, allowing herself to share in Amy's mirth. Ranting and raging wouldn't go any good. She had to put up with this until the hamsters decided to switch them back and, since it appeared to be a pretty harmless sort of glitch, going with the flow would be much easier than fighting against the tide. "He had a wardrobe full of tweed jackets."

"Oh, I know!" Amy said, picking up a few stray teacups and bringing them over to the sink. "I wish I could throw them all in the bin, but he'd just hatch more." She shook her head, and peered out the window.

"Have you heard anything about how widespread this glitch is? I mean, is it like, one in five people get glitched, or every other person?"

"Did you see the last suit he used to wear?" she asked, depositing a few more teacups into the sink. "It wasn't too bad. The pinstripes actually suited him."

At the time, she'd probably paid far too much attention to that.

"I don't know," she added, honestly. "Sometimes the glitches affect the whole city. Sometimes it's just a handful of people."

005: Everything Changes [Location: Amy and the Doctor's House]

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