Martha Jones; (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} betterthangood) wrote,@ 2008-09-13 12:22:00 |
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two months ago.
Sitting in the library wasn't really a way to enjoy the summer, but Martha had done so much swimming and sunbathing recently that a nice cool afternoon in the library with a book had the most appeal.
Hearing a noise, Martha looked up from the pages of the book she had, before shrugging it off and going back to her reading. The second time, however, she couldn't ignore it and she put her book down, saving the page. She stood slowly, making her way into a darker corner of the smaller library.
It was almost a bit, well felt, like looking for Jack after Rose died, venturing into the dark, only it wasn't because at this moment, she realised as she reached for the small of her back to find nothing there, she really wished she had a gun - just in case.
A sound behind her and Martha whirled around. "Who's there?" she called out, slowly turning in a circle and slightly hoping it was just someone messing with her as the absence of a gun, or even a flashlight, felt even stronger. Impulsively, she reached for a book on a passing shelf, though it did little to help.
"Hello? My name's Martha, Martha Jones. Is anyone there?"
Another quick turn and Martha was starting to believe this venture hadn't been the best idea, and she turned to head for the exit as quickly as possible. Maybe even get Jack or the Doctor. It seemed that if was just the moment for whatever to attack her, seemingly grabbing her from behind and shoving her into the wall, hitting her head just hard enough on impact tat she passed out cold.
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Martha, if anyone dared check the thud, was in two places at once: looking down at the floor, and unconscious against the wall. Two forms rushed forward then to retrieve the unconscious one, and the other, the imposter, stood straighter, copying the posture it had seen Martha Jones hold.
Copying the bright smile of the original Martha Jones, and with a perfect accent, pattern and tone, she said, "My name's Martha. Martha Jones."
Hearing a noise, Martha looked up from the pages of the book she had, before shrugging it off and going back to her reading. The second time, however, she couldn't ignore it and she put her book down, saving the page. She stood slowly, making her way into a darker corner of the smaller library.
It was almost a bit, well felt, like looking for Jack after Rose died, venturing into the dark, only it wasn't because at this moment, she realised as she reached for the small of her back to find nothing there, she really wished she had a gun - just in case.
A sound behind her and Martha whirled around. "Who's there?" she called out, slowly turning in a circle and slightly hoping it was just someone messing with her as the absence of a gun, or even a flashlight, felt even stronger. Impulsively, she reached for a book on a passing shelf, though it did little to help.
"Hello? My name's Martha, Martha Jones. Is anyone there?"
Another quick turn and Martha was starting to believe this venture hadn't been the best idea, and she turned to head for the exit as quickly as possible. Maybe even get Jack or the Doctor. It seemed that if was just the moment for whatever to attack her, seemingly grabbing her from behind and shoving her into the wall, hitting her head just hard enough on impact tat she passed out cold.
-
Martha, if anyone dared check the thud, was in two places at once: looking down at the floor, and unconscious against the wall. Two forms rushed forward then to retrieve the unconscious one, and the other, the imposter, stood straighter, copying the posture it had seen Martha Jones hold.
Copying the bright smile of the original Martha Jones, and with a perfect accent, pattern and tone, she said, "My name's Martha. Martha Jones."