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taxonomites2012-03-06 09:17 pm
allthatlife) wrote in taxonomites2012-03-06 09:17 pm
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011: Welcome to the End of the World [Location: Holo Taxon]
Although she could have used Project Indigo to get to the Sanctuary immediately, Martha knew how Jack felt about that particular piece of technology. It was probably best to introduce him to the city before she gave him something else to worry about. Besides, her surgery was so close to the centre of the city that the walk would only take a few minutes.
Or it would have taken a few minutes if she'd managed to complete it.
She wasn't far from her destination when she heard another familiar voice calling her name. Despite the frequent difficulties in their relationship and despite the length of time that had elapsed since she'd seen him, it was a voice that she responded to instinctively.
"... Doctor?"
If Jack hadn't arrived in Taxon only moments before, she might have been more skeptical. Or maybe she wanted him to be there so much that she'd always throw caution to the wind? Either way, she followed the sound of his voice until she was well and truly lost.
By the time Martha realised her mistake, it was too late. The buildings around her seemed to have changed. They were derelict, marked with laser burns and rust red patches of dried blood. A rat scurried past her feet and, as she turned to follow it's path, she saw that the way back was blocked by a heap of broken bricks. She could see shadows and hear the low murmur of human voices - someone was crying, but nobody had the strength or the will to comfort him - behind the boarded up windows. She knew exactly where she was before she reached the end of the ruined street and caught sight of the vast munitions loading bay and weapons factories.
This was the end of the world. This was the year that had never happened and should never have happened again.
Martha Jones would have to walk the Earth again.
This time, she'd have to do it without a plan and without a perception filter to shield her from the toclafane.
Or it would have taken a few minutes if she'd managed to complete it.
She wasn't far from her destination when she heard another familiar voice calling her name. Despite the frequent difficulties in their relationship and despite the length of time that had elapsed since she'd seen him, it was a voice that she responded to instinctively.
"... Doctor?"
If Jack hadn't arrived in Taxon only moments before, she might have been more skeptical. Or maybe she wanted him to be there so much that she'd always throw caution to the wind? Either way, she followed the sound of his voice until she was well and truly lost.
By the time Martha realised her mistake, it was too late. The buildings around her seemed to have changed. They were derelict, marked with laser burns and rust red patches of dried blood. A rat scurried past her feet and, as she turned to follow it's path, she saw that the way back was blocked by a heap of broken bricks. She could see shadows and hear the low murmur of human voices - someone was crying, but nobody had the strength or the will to comfort him - behind the boarded up windows. She knew exactly where she was before she reached the end of the ruined street and caught sight of the vast munitions loading bay and weapons factories.
This was the end of the world. This was the year that had never happened and should never have happened again.
Martha Jones would have to walk the Earth again.
This time, she'd have to do it without a plan and without a perception filter to shield her from the toclafane.