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A/N: To clarify, as in this particular story Owen did not die, either time, Martha did not work for Torchwood. And seeing as Jack was the only member to be on the TARDIS during Journey's End, he remains the only member to have met Martha at this time. And yes, you can get a CAT scan with your jewelry on, but not an MRI. I promise.



As the Doctor flipped through the scans, he listened with some amusement to Donna talking to Martha. If the conversation on this end was anything to go by, Donna’s newfound cure from the metacrisis was taking a while to explain. He felt bad for springing the news to Martha like this, but he had forgotten that she didn’t know of the new adjustments in his life. With Donna back, it didn’t seem like there had been a gap between memory loss and memory gain. They had just picked up where they had left off, with a few more benefits this time around.

He turned from the screen when he heard the mobile snap shut and Donna huff. He tilted his head, question in his eyes.

“You know Spaceman, you could have told me Martha didn’t know about your little rescue mission,” Donna stated with a small glare, the smile curling on the edges of her lips belying her amusement.

The Doctor simply grinned and shrugged, “It didn’t cross my mind. There were a few more important things to do.”

Donna raised a brow and feigned ignorance, “Oh? Really? Like what?”

The Doctor ambled slowly from the screen, “Oh, well I had to begin the said rescue mission, see if it would actually work, try to convince the soon-to-be-rescued to actually listen to me, go to Torchwood, help Torchwood, investigate supernatural phenomena…”

He stopped in front of Donna with a smile, wrapping his arms around her, “And of course the most important thing…”

Donna said nothing, but tilted her head with a quirk of her mouth.
The Doctor brought their foreheads together, “I had to tell you I love you.”

He leaned in, but did not press his lips to hers. She looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a shy smile.

He reached up and stoked her cheek reverently, “I do love you Donna, so much."

He then pressed his lips to hers, pulling her in to the kiss. She ardently kissed him back, losing herself in the simple moment between them.

A slight clearing of a throat brought the couple back to reality. Tosh waited patiently as they broke apart before addressing the Doctor.

“Do you need me to get Owen for you? He’s down in the vaults.”

The Doctor nodded, “Yeah, that would be great. We should be getting another visitor, Dr. Martha Jones?”

Tosh smiled, “Oh yes, Martha. Jack’s talked about her before. I’ll tell him we’re expecting her.”

The Doctor waved her off, “No, it’s fine, I can tell him. But could you get Owen up here? I’d like to start as soon as Martha arrives.”

Tosh nodded and headed to the stairs. The Doctor turned to Donna to ask about Jack’s whereabouts, but was saved the question by Jack’s appearance next to Della.

“So what’s the prognosis Doc?” he asked, studying the young girl for a moment.

The Doctor shook his head, “Not good. I called Martha to help us. She should be here in a while.”

Jack glanced at the screen, then did a double take.

“Shit, are those her scans?”

He flipped through them, muttering a low,  “Jesus Christ.”

The Doctor chuckled hollowly, “You have no idea.”

“Hey, you called?”

The small group turned to find Owen ascending from the vaults.

“Yeah,” replied the Doctor, arranging various devices on the small instrument table flanking the makeshift bed, “help me set up.”

As Owen assisted, Jack and Donna moved back to let the two doctors work. Off went the CAT scan, off went the roller blades, and off went any jewelry. Donna helped for a moment when the Doctor tried to remove Della’s earrings. Sensing his uneasiness, she checked for a necklace. Finding a chain, she eased it from under Della’s shirt and worked the clasp open. As she pulled it up and away from her, a small ring flitted and twisted in the light. She examined it for a moment, coming to the conclusion it must have been Della’s as a child, for the sizing was much too small for her fingers now. It was a pretty little thing, polished silver with a braided pattern pressed into it. After handing it to the Doctor, she then checked for bracelets, anklets, and other piercings.

“What’s with the jewelry, Doctor?”

He looked up from the growing pile of jewelry to glance at Jack, “Just precautionary. Don’t want her to get hurt if she seizes again.”

He watched as Donna pulled away an anklet and dropped it into his hands before turning back to Jack, “It’s also so if her body temperature rises or falls, that the metal won’t burn or freeze her.”

At Jack’s incredulous look, the Doctor continued, “She’s part Gallifreyan and part human, two species that have major differences in body temperature. These seizures are part of a bigger problem, which may or may not make her body cycle through unnaturally extreme fevers and chills when I try to fix it. If we remove her jewelry, then nothing can react to the changes. The CAT scan showed me enough to fix most of the damage, but she may also need a MRI after the initial adjustments, in which case we would also need to remove her jewelry.”

He leaned back on a table, “Now we just have to wait for Martha.”

It took all of ten minutes from the Doctor’s statement for Martha to arrive, Mickey in tow.

“Should I even ask how fast you drove to get here?”

Martha smiled at the Doctor, while Mickey shook his head.

“No mate,” replied Mickey, “You really don’t want to know. I think our car broke the sound barrier there for a moment.”

Martha simply rolled her eyes as she went to greet the Doctor, “We were already on the outskirts of Cardiff when you called.”

She hugged him, breaking away only to hug Donna.

“It’s good to see you,” she said with sincerity, pulling away.

Donna grinned, “It’s good to be here.”

Jack stepped forward with a smile, “Let me introduce you to my team. Owen, Martha. Martha, Owen.”

Owen shuffled forward, hand outstretched, “Nice to meet you.”

Martha shook his hand, “Likewise. I’m told you’re a doctor as well?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s gotten to be more of a medic now. If I’m not doing an autopsy, I’m patching one of us up.”

She nodded in understanding just as Ianto and Gwen walked up.

“Hello, you must be Martha,” said Gwen, reaching out to shake Martha’s hand, “I’m Gwen. This is Ianto, and Tosh is just coming up behind you.”

Martha smiled and turned to shake Tosh and Ianto’s hands as well. She walked over to where Mickey was greeting the Doctor.

Placing a hand on his arm, she turned to the Torchwood team, “This is Mickey, my UNIT partner.”

“And fiancée,” Mickey added with a grin, wrapping an arm around Martha’s waist.

Silent shock descended on the Hub, only broken by a crow of victory from Donna.

“I knew it! I knew it! You owe me Spaceman! Oh, this is brilliant!”

The resulting laugh from Jack broke the awkward moment, and the Torchwood members gave their well wishes and congratulations to the couple. Martha and Mickey watched with amusement as the Doctor tried to convince Donna that the bet wasn’t valid and he didn’t have to “pay up” as she insisted.

“Give it up mate,” Mickey called out, “You ain’t gonna win with that one.”

Donna smirked, “You got a smart one there, Martha.”

Martha giggled softly as Mickey grinned. She glanced around the room, settling on Della. Breaking off from Mickey, she walked over and took a look at the scans.

The Doctor shoved his hands in his pockets, “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Martha shot him a look over the screen.

He rubbed the back of his head, “Well, it’s not as hard to fix as it looks. Really.”

He joined her at the screen and pointed to one of the scans, “This lobe can be reformed with just a couple of tweaks, and then we can reconnect it to this structure. If we work on that, then this portion will start adjusting and we can jump start it through the healing process.”

“Sounds like you don’t need any help,” Martha muttered, flipping through the scans.

“I actually don’t,” replied the Doctor, “At least not with the procedure itself. I called you to help monitor.”

“Couldn’t Owen do that? Or, if you really needed two people, couldn’t Jack do it? Or someone else that’s already here?”

The Doctor shook his head, “No one else knows as much about Gallifreyan physiology as you. I need Owen to monitor Della, and for you to monitor me.”

Martha looked taken aback, “This is serious Doctor. I know a little, yes, but not nearly enough to help if something goes wrong. Are you sure you really want to do this?”

The Doctor smiled and pulled a small earbud out of his pocket, “This is a link to the TARDIS’s med bay. She’ll help you if you need it.”

Martha took the small device with some trepidation, but fitted it in her ear.

“And Martha?”

She looked up at the Doctor, “Yes?”

He gave a sheepish grin, “I might have asked you to come here for another reason.”

“What for?”

Donna grinned at the Doctor and called from the other side of the Hub, “How well do you know your way around a sonogram, Martha?”

Martha looked at her, surprised, “Well enough. I did a turn in Obstetrics during med school. But why would I need…”

Her eyes grew wide as her jaw dropped, “You mean… That’s how… Donna Catherine Noble!”

Donna flinched, “Oh god Martha, don’t call me that. You sound like my mum.”

Martha turned and hit the Doctor with a glare, “You didn’t mention that when you called!”

The Doctor chuckled weakly, “Was a bit preoccupied Martha. And what was I supposed to say? ‘Hello Martha, lovely to talk to you again. How’s London? By the way, I saved Donna from the metacrisis. Oh, and she’s pregnant because of it. What are your plans for this weekend?’ I’m sure that would have gone over well.”

He moved to the head of the bed and addressed Martha and Owen, “Well, allons-y then! Let’s get started. We’ve got quite a bit to do.”

Owen raised a hand and stepped forward, “Just a question, what exactly are you going to do? Obviously not surgery, but I don’t see anything that can fix the damage she had.”

The Doctor tapped the side of his head, “Telepathy. I can connect with her mind and alter the pathways of her brain to repair the damage. The reason I need you to monitor her is that the portions of the brain I’ll be working with are extremely sensitive. I’ll try my hardest to keep her physical reactions to a minimum, but I can only focus on so many things at once. And to be honest, I don’t know what to expect her to react to.”

“You mean you’re going in blind?”

The Doctor shrugged, “I don’t have much of a choice. Her seizures indicate a degeneration of the neural pathways, which will only get worse the longer she goes without treatment. If she was completely human or completely Gallifreyan this would only take an hour or two at most, but she’s got structures in her brain that I’ve never seen before. What fixing I can do won’t cover her whole mind, only those parts that I can safely fix without worrying about altering the original layout.”

Martha looked over the instruments laid out, “How long do you expect this to take?”

The Doctor thought about it for a moment, “Maybe three hours. Possibly more. When I start the alterations, I’ll have a better estimate.”

He reached over and picked up the electrodes for the heart monitor. Gently turning Della’s limbs, he placed one on each arm, close to the wrist, and one on each leg down by the ankle. Once he was finished, Martha began attaching an EEG to Della.

The Doctor walked over to Donna, who had backed away from the med bay to give the three doctors more room. He smiled and reached out his hand to her. She took it, only to be pulled into a loose embrace.

“Donna,” he whispered, leaning close to her ear, “Will you be alright?”

Donna chuckled, but when he pulled back to look at her she busied herself in looking anywhere but him.

He lifted her chin lightly, “Donna, look at me.”

She turned her face up to him, trying to smile out the slight fear she felt.

“I’ll be fine Spaceman,” she boasted, her voice only wavering slightly, “I think it should be you we’re more worried about. I’m not the one going into someone’s brain and trying to fix it!”

The Doctor’s face softened and her gave her a warm smile.

“Oh Donna,” he whispered, pulling her in tightly, “My brave little Earthgirl. I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t do anything other than the procedure. No messing around, no exploring, just get in, get out.”

Donna gave a small bark of a laugh, “I don’t know why I’m so worried. You’ve probably done this hundreds of time, this won’t be any different.”

She gave him a small push, “Go on; get started. Like you said, she needs this as soon as possible.”

He pulled away, but gave her a skeptical look.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, flapping at him to move, ”I’ll watch with Jack from the balcony. Now go on!”

He gave her a goofy grin and bounded back over to the med bay. She rolled her eyes with a smile and headed for the balcony. In the med bay Owen began attaching electrodes to the Doctor for his heart monitor while Martha began to gather another EEG.

“You don’t need that for me,” he said, straightening the wires running from his arms, “The TARDIS feed will verbally tell you if something is wrong and then send the scans to one of the monitors.”

Martha nodded and took her place next to the Doctor’s heart monitor. Owen took his place next to Della’s while the Doctor moved to stand at the head of the table. He reached out, placed his fingertips on Della’s temples, and slowly closed his eyes.



Next part

Date: 2010-04-19 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luinel.livejournal.com
Hmm, brain surgery go time. Wonders what caused brain damage? Just cause she's a hybrid of two species?

Date: 2010-04-19 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eljay-earthgirl.livejournal.com
Wellll, I could answer that... But then I'd be giving away a good portion of the whole story! But I promise, with finals almost here and gone, that there will be more to come soon!

Date: 2010-04-20 01:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] houselover87.livejournal.com
I just read the whole thing in one go. You are brilliant you are! I love this and I can't wait to see where you take it.

Date: 2010-04-20 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eljay-earthgirl.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm so glad you like it!

Date: 2010-04-20 07:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sykira
You ARE brilliant you know!

Sorry I didn't get back to you on this earlier, I've just been a scatterbrained mess. Things should ease off in a couple of weeks, I think. But I love what you have done with it, especially the way he asked Martha about a sonogram (you know she's going to have a lot of follow up questions for Donna about how THAT happened:) and then how tender he is with Donna just before the surgery. But Jack will take care of her.
I do like the length of this chapter too, lots to sink my teeth into, and you've handled what could have been a difficult interplay of characters very well.
Can't wait for more!

Date: 2010-04-21 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eljay-earthgirl.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. Today has been horrible, and this just cheered me right up. I'm so glad you like it, as quite a bit was written after the first draft I sent you. The rest of the chapters should be longer as well as more of the story will be told in one setting. I hope the scatterbrain goes away soon!

Date: 2010-04-21 02:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sykira
*hugs*
I'll be hoteling from middle America for the next 3 days so hopefully we can catch up on chat. I hope everything is okay hon.

Date: 2010-04-21 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eljay-earthgirl.livejournal.com
That would be fantastic. I feel like so much crap right now.

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