"Please tell me you've found somethin', I really don't wanna have to sit here for another whole day." Rose's words held a small hint of aggravation as she reclined in her hospital bed. She shot a petulant glance up at The Doctor as he strolled towards her, moving to take a seat by her bedside.

"What, not comfortable?" The Doctor asked innocently, and Rose shot him a scathing glare. "This was your big idea, remember?"

"I didn't think I'd be an overnight patient, Doctor," Rose replied in a huff, closing her eyes for a moment. "You're usually a bit faster at getting results."

"Oh, off she goes," The Doctor let out a dramatic sigh, reaching out to pat her hand before letting out a quiet laugh. "I'm sorry, really. I did say we could switch and I could be the patient."

"Brilliant that, and when they lock you up in a lab somewhere after they find out you've got two hearts and a binary vascular system, I can mount a rescue all by myself." Rose moved her finger to gently prod his chest as she opened one eye, but there was little fight left in her. Her shoulders were already easing, and there was a small smile on her face.

"I'm sure you'd have come up with something," The Doctor countered, voice cheerful. After a nurse had passed them by, he shifted a little closer to the bed. "I did some looking around while you were sleeping last night. I really can't find any reason for the plasma coils to be gathering over this place. I checked the computer systems, there's nothing out of sync or unusual there. It's just a regular old Earth hospital."

Rose bit down on her bottom lip thoughtfully at that, turning and shifting herself to keep her voice quiet as a consultant entered the ward, a bunch of medical students trailing behind him.

"So if it's not something or someone in the hospital causing this, then maybe it's somethin' on the outside?" she guessed, and The Doctor nodded his head thoughtfully.

"It's definitely looking like it, but then, who would want to target a random Earth hospital? I'm missing something, some big piece of the puzzle. Still, those plasma coils must almost be pulsing with electric energy at this point," He mused.

"And what happens when whoever's doing this gets enough of this energy?" Rose asked, and The Doctor made a face, inclining his head to the side slightly.

"There's the big question."

Rose frowned in response to that, but she looked up as Mr Stoker and his students approached her bed, offering the group of them a friendly smile. She could re-call Stoker from the day prior as he'd visited her and looked over her chart, and asked if she'd minded if he brought his students to see her. Rose hadn't exactly expected to be staying for long, so she'd said yes.

Her eyes roamed towards one of the students in the group, observing her thoughtfully for a moment. There was something almost familiar about her, but Rose couldn't quite put her finger on it. For some reason, her mind wanted to reject the thought that she'd ever seen this woman before, so she acquiesced, pushing the errant thought into the back of her mind as Stoker addressed her.

"Now then, Mrs Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?"

"I dunno, it still hurts every now and then, I just can't place i-" Rose flinched, her fingers curling into the bedding, and The Doctor reached out to cover her hand with his own, watching her carefully. He knew that she was faking, and his own reaction was rehearsed, too. (Or, he had convinced himself, at least.) "Sorry – sorry, I'm okay. It's passed." She waved her hand apologetically.

"Rose Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains." Stoker informed the group of students around him. "Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."

The pretty student that Rose had thought looked familiar then stepped forward at his words, a stethoscope around her neck. She observed both Rose and The Doctor with a curious eye for a moment as she bent down beside the bed.

"Wasn't the best idea running around with chips this morning if you've got stomach pains, was it?" She chastised, as she looked at Rose, who immediately felt bewildered. Her voice was familiar too, though Rose couldn't exactly place it. Still, the accusation was certainly bemusing.

"Wait, you went out and got chips? Rose if you were that desperate for different food you could've just asked." The Doctor's voice seemed just as confused as she felt, but there was a note of distinct amusement within it, too. Rose looked between him and 'Jones', shaking her head quickly.

"But… I didn't. I haven't moved!" Rose insisted, and the student looked back at The Doctor.

"You were there too. Both of you." She informed him. "On Chancellor Street this morning? You just came up to me with chips. You offered me one." She gestured towards Rose at that, and Rose tilted her head to the side.

"Rose, offer a stranger her chips? Not sure about that, she won't even let me touch them sometimes." The Doctor quipped, and Rose shot him a small glare.

"Shut up." She tucked some hair behind her ear, offering the student an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it.. wasn't us. I honestly haven't been able to get out of this bed much, and I definitely don't feel like eatin' chips right now. You can ask the nurses if y'don't believe me."

"That's.. weird." The student noted, a small frown pulling at her lips. "It really looked like you two. Don't suppose you've both got twins who spend time with each other, do you?" It was a weak guess, and they all knew it. Rose could only assume that the student had run into a future version of herself and The Doctor, though she couldn't imagine why they would have gone right up to her like that.

"Nope, nothing. Must have just been mistaken identity!" The Doctor offered cheerfully, and Stoker let out a long suffering sigh at the foot of Rose's bed.

"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones." He said pointedly, and Martha looked down at the ground sheepishly.

"Sorry. Right." She reached out, pressing the chest-piece to Rose's chest, listening to her heart-beat for a moment. "Is there any chance you might be pregnant at all?" She asked, and Rose's cheeks warmed slightly in response.

"Been asked that one, and no, there's not." She was quick to assure, and Martha's eyebrows rose upwards at the almost immediate dismissal.

"Are you sure? I mean, even if you think you're being safe..." She looked towards The Doctor, who was very pointedly keeping his eyes away from Rose. They were both red in the face, and Rose immediately shook her head, grinning weakly.

"No! No, really. there's.. no chance. I already took.. tests. All negative." She assured her, and she could see Martha looking between them, confused by their embarrassment. Understandable, Rose supposed. She and The Doctor were supposed to be acting as a married couple – Mr and Mrs Smith. The only reason was so Rose could list him as her next of kin on the admission forms. It hadn't really occurred to either of them to list The Doctor as her brother or some other family member. Rose rubbed the back of her neck, and was relieved when Stoker cleared his throat pointedly. The student looked up, startled out of her thoughts.

"Er, I don't know. Stomach cramps?"

"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis." Stoker replied wryly. "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." He reached to pick up the clip-board hanging on the end of the bed, but received an electric shock, dropping it quickly onto the bed. Rose and The Doctor shared a look, and Rose knew what he was thinking without needing to ask. The plasma coils were nearing full charge.

"That happened to me this morning." Jones said in some surprise, and two more of the students affirmed that they too had experienced some static shocks from touching some metal around the hospital.

"That's only to be expected." Stoker replied with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by..." He trailed off. "Anyone?"

"Benjamin Franklin." The Doctor piped up, and Rose rolled her eyes, a fond smile immediately finding its way onto her face as Stoker seemed pleasantly surprised.

"Correct."

Of course, being The Doctor, he simply couldn't just leave it there, and he continued, his voice still cheerful and completely serious. "My mate, Ben! That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked.."

"Quite..." Stoker replied, and Rose fought back a giggle at the uncertain look he threw The Doctor's way.

"Do you remember, Rose?" The Doctor asked, his expression earnest. Rose let out a thoughtful hum in response. She knew she shouldn't encourage him, but she DID in fact remember that particular adventure, and honestly, she thought that Stoker was a little bit stuck up. Throwing him off of his game was more fun than it should be.

"Is that when you got electrocuted?" She asked, giving him her tongue touched grin, and The Doctor shot her a little wink.

"That's the one!"

"Moving on..." Stoker muttered, giving the two of them another odd glance. As he left, Rose's grin only grew as she heard him mutter to a nearby nurse; "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric for both Mr AND Mrs Smith.." The students followed after him, Jones looking back to give both her and The Doctor curious smiles.

The Doctor waited until they were gone before he turned to look at Rose, his eyebrows raised up high. "Chips on Chancellor Street?"

"Reckon she saw a future version of us, then?" Rose asked, moving to sit up a little more comfortably in her bed.

"Most likely. Well, I do love a good mystery! I'm sure we'll find out soon enough!" He clapped his hands together, looking chirpy, before he quickly began to sober as he noticed another nurse nearby getting an electric shock. He stood up, making his way towards a nearby window, and peered out of it, looking up at the sky. "Something's coming. Looks like we're in it for the long haul now, though."

"Never stopped us before, has it?" Rose pointed out with a cheeky smile, and The Doctor's grin quickly returned in full force.

"Nope!" He confirmed, popping the 'p' as he spoke. "I think I'll take another look around the place. Now that the charge has built up significantly, something new might pop up. Stay out of trouble." He pointed at her, words meant to be threatening, and Rose made a motion of drawing a cross over her heart with her finger.

The Doctor brought two fingers to his head and threw them outwards in a little salute to her as he moved towards the door, and Rose returned the gesture playfully, settling back into her pillows with a small, tired sigh. She didn't know how long this was going to take, and she supposed she should at least try to get comfortable.

Rose wasn't sure how long The Doctor was gone for, but she was sinking into her thoughts purely out of boredom. She had never enjoyed hospitals, even the med-bay on the TARDIS made her feel as though her skin were itching from the inside. As she heard the pitter-patter of rain hitting the window, she turned her gaze to watch, her lips pursed slightly.

Her fingers moved to play with the threading of the blanket lying over her legs as she watched the rain hit the glass panes and slide upwards. Her eyes followed the movement as though she were in a trance, and she didn't even realise the rain was moving in the wrong direction for a whole ten seconds. When it finally seemed to sink in, her eyes widened, and she pushed the blankets off of her body. Quickly, she stood up, pulling on a dressing gown, and made her way over towards the window. Her fingers pressed against the glass curiously, watching the rain rise up from the ground and back into the sky.

She peered up as best as she could, noticing a large black cloud hovering overhead, and her lips pulled into a frown. It looked like they were really in the thick of it, now. She had to get to The Doctor.

Just as she decided on that course of action, lightning and thunder crashed in the sky, and the entire hospital shook. Rose was thrown to the side with a startled cry as multiple tremors and quakes rocked the building. She could hear other patients, nurses and doctors screaming in terror and fear at what felt like a series of terrible earthquakes. Rose dropped down onto her knees and covered her head, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as she waited for it to pass.

She could hear items crashing to the ground and smashing around her, but kept her head covered, ignoring the sudden churning of her stomach. As it all finally subsided, Rose lifted her head, catching her breath and taking a moment to look around the ward. Everyone seemed shaken but mostly unharmed, and she let out a relieved breath, moving to push herself to stand, hand gripping on the rail of her bed.

Taking stock of herself, making sure she herself wasn't hurt, Rose became suddenly aware of how dark it had gotten. Just moments before, there had been bright light shining into the room despite the rain. Now, it was noticeably darker. Slowly, Rose turned, tucking her hair behind her ear as she stared out of the window, her eyes wide.

"Oh, you are kidding me."

The moon. They were on the bloody moon.

"Rose!"

The Doctor's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she turned quickly, opening her arms to accept the hug he immediately gave her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a relieved squeeze, which he returned. When they broke apart, he looked her over carefully, checking her for injuries. Rose could hear the frightened screams of the occupants of the hospital as they all realised where they were, and she grimaced slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and Rose offered a nod and a smile as an answer, moving to her bag and pulling out her clothes as she did so. She was hardly going to be rushing around saving people in her pyjamas. The Doctor had already done that.

"I'm made of tough stuff, me," She assured him, and The Doctor gave her a small smirk, moving to close the curtains around her bed in order to give her some privacy. Rose made sure to undress as quickly as possible, glad to get out of her pyjamas and into something she could really run around in. As she dressed, she reached out mentally towards the TARDIS, frowning to herself at how stretched the bond between them seemed to be.

She felt a gentle caress against the connection, and though it was weak, it was there. That was enough to calm most of her worries, and she quickly pulled on her shirt and her jacket, pausing only briefly as she heard Jones' voice.

"All right now, everyone back to bed, we've got an emergency but we'll sort it out, don't worry."

Rose couldn't help but smile as she heard the calming but authoritative note in her tone. She moved and pulled on her converse, pushing aside the curtain with ease once she was done. The Doctor lifted his eyebrows in some interest at her, and nodded his head over towards Jones and one of the other students, who were moving towards the window.

"It's real. It's really real." Rose could hear the awe in Jones' voice as she stared out at the surface of the moon, and she could completely understand. No-one expected to be just thrust onto the moon with no warning. Her friend seemed incredibly shaken (also understandable), but Jones seemed to be taking it all in her stride. "Hold on..." She reached out for the window, intending to open it.

"Don't! We'll lose all the air!" The student next to her cried out, moving to grab hold of her hand. She looked near tears, and Rose felt a stab of sympathy in her chest.

"But they're not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get sucked out, it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?" Jones pointed out, and Rose glanced at The Doctor, who was watching the exchange with clear approval on his face. He glanced at Rose, and she simply rolled her eyes, nodding towards the students with a smile on her face.

"Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" The Doctor asked, stepping forward with Rose moving beside him.

"Martha." The student replied, turning to look between The Doctor and Rose in some surprise, recognition seeming to dawn upon her.

"And it was Jones, wasn't it? Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?" The Doctor asked, moving towards the window to peer out of it thoughtfully.

"We can't be." the other student broke out, a trembling sob leaving her lips.

"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time." The Doctor replied flatly, not even sparing her a glance, and Rose shot him an irritated glare, moving over to the other student, gently setting her hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

"Doctor!" She snapped, and he glanced at her, before looking away quickly. She shook her head, but turned to the student, smiling at her reassuringly. "What was your name?" she asked, her voice soft. She would let The Doctor talk to Martha for a moment, she would help who she could, even just a little bit.

"J-Julia Swales," The woman replied in a tremulous voice, and Rose set her other hand on her shoulder, her expression gentle, but firm.

"Okay, Julia, I'm Rose. That's The Doctor. We're gonna help figure out what's going on and get us home, but the best thing you can do is remain calm and help the patients here, yeah? I know you're scared, and I don't blame you, it's a pretty scary situation, but you need to help people right now. Just take a big, deep breath for me, and try to calm down, okay?"

Julia nodded in response, taking a deep, shuddering breath and letting it out slowly, trying to focus on keeping herself as calm as possible.

"You're doin' brilliant," Rose enthused gently, smiling at her. "A lot of the people in here are panicking now, and they're gonna need your help. If you can help calm other nurses and doctors down too, then maybe you can try to get some sort of order.. at least you can look after the really sick patients here. I promise everything is gonna be okay."

"Are you sure?" Julia asked quietly, her eyes wide. She was steadfastly keeping her gaze away from the window, Rose noted with some approval. She nodded, moving to take hold of her hands, giving them a soft squeeze.

"I know you might not believe it, but it's not my first time on the moon. If anyone can fix things, it's The Doctor. He'll get you all home safe and sound," Rose assured her, and Julia let out a shaky breath. She still seemed uncertain, but Rose didn't have the chance to comfort her further. The Doctor seemed to be done talking to Martha, and the two of them were heading for the door.

"Rose, come on!" The Doctor called out, and Rose gave Julia's hands one final squeeze before letting go and running towards him, reaching out and grabbing onto his hand instead once she was close enough. She flashed Martha a friendly smile, and the expression was returned.

"Where are we going?" She asked, as they moved quickly through the hallways, passing the still panicking patients and staff members. They manoeuvred between them as The Doctor replied.

"Patients lounge, Martha says there's a balcony out there, we're gonna take a look." The Doctor replied, and Rose nodded quickly.

"So that's what the plasma coils were for? Building up electrical energy to what, bring us to the moon? Why would anyone want to put a hospital on the moon?" Rose asked, and The Doctor didn't reply, simply letting out a thoughtful noise as they came to a stop in front of a pair of glass doors. He and Martha shared a look, and both of them reached out at the same time, slowly pushing open the doors.

Slowly, the three of them walked out onto the balcony, and Rose let go of The Doctor's hand in favour of holding onto the concrete barrier and leaning over it slightly. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but smile as her gaze caught upon of the Earth, her eyes shining. She had missed sights like this, more than she could ever possibly say.

"We've got air. How does that work?" Martha asked in awe, moving to stand next to Rose.

"Just be glad it does." The Doctor replied simply, moving to stand on Rose's other side, offering her a small smile, which she gladly returned.

"I've got a party tonight." Martha said quietly. The gravity of the situation seemed to be sinking in on her. The shock of it all only just now setting in. "It's my brother's twenty first. My mother's going to be really... really..." her voice broke slightly, and Rose's gaze immediately softened.

"Are you okay?" She asked, and Martha simply nodded her head to confirm.

"Yeah, I am," She assured her, and The Doctor watched her closely for a moment.

"Want to go back in?" He asked, and Martha immediately shook her head.

"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful." She turned to look out at the moonscape and the Earth in the distance, smiling slightly.

"You think?" The Doctor asked, shooting Rose a small smile, which she returned easily.

"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are." Martha gestured outwards, and The Doctor nodded his head.

"Standing in the Earthlight."

"It never gets old, no matter how much you see it." Rose admitted, taking a moment to appreciate the scenery. She could remember the first time The Doctor took her to the moon. It had become a resort, of sorts, a place for both humans and aliens to travel to in order to unwind and relax. She could remember sitting in front of a huge circular window, staring out at the Earth as she'd had a sweet alien woman named Cholta giving her a manicure.

"What, you're saying you've been to the moon before, then?" Martha asked, giving Rose an odd look. Rose simply grinned, sharing a look with The Doctor, but didn't bother to reply. Martha waited for a moment, but let out a small sigh, instead. "Okay, so… What do you think happened?"

"What do you think?" The Doctor countered, and Rose shook her head slightly. She knew what he was doing… he was testing her. The Doctor loved meeting humans who had a clear head on their shoulders. He was too quick to brush off others, but that was why he had her… that little touch of human empathy.

"Extraterrestrial." Martha sounded confident, and she looked at both Rose and The Doctor. "It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things." She fell silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was quiet. "I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."

The mention of Canary Wharf was a blow to the chest, and Rose inhaled quietly, before she reached out, gently touching Martha's shoulder compassionately. Adeola… That name was familiar too. She didn't recall seeing anyone by that name in Canary Wharf, as she'd been stuck with the void sphere for most of the disaster, but… wasn't there someone called Adeola in Pete's World? She was sure there was...

"I'm so sorry," Rose said softly, frowning, and Martha shrugged her shoulders, keeping her gaze fixed on the Earth for a moment.

"Yeah." She whispered.

"We were there, in the battle." The Doctor told her, and Martha watched as his hand moved out towards Rose. Her hand reacted in kind, and their fingers intertwined together. They shared a look, and Martha noted how relieved they were just to be in each other's presence. If they were in Canary Wharf… they must have come close to losing one another.

"I promise you, Mr Smith, Mrs Smith, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way." Martha told them, and Rose offered her a smile in response.

"It's not Smith. Those aren't our real names." The Doctor told her lightly, his free hand moving to pull at the lobe of his ear lightly.

"Who are you, then?" Martha asked, a crease forming in her forehead as she watched the two of them.

"Rose Tyler." Rose offered with a cheery grin, giving Martha a little wave with her free hand.

"And I'm the Doctor." The Doctor added on the end, and Martha let out a little laugh.

"Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Tyler?" She asked, and The Doctor shook his head.

"Nope. We're not married." He and Rose both wriggled their fingers, indicating that neither of them had a wedding band to show. "Just The Doctor."

"How do you mean, just The Doctor?" Martha asked in disbelief.

"That's what he goes by. That, or rude and not ginger." Rose quipped, and The Doctor let out a long-suffering sigh at the jab, shaking his head solemnly at her.

"Oh, you really love to rub that in, don't you?"

"What, people call you the Doctor?" Martha asked, cutting through their banter. She was still clearly confused, and Rose had to fight back the urge to giggle. As someone who was training to BECOME a doctor, she could only imagine what Martha thought of that moniker.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title." Martha informed him, matter-of-fact. Rose grinned at the wounded look on The Doctor's face.

"Oh, Martha Jones, not feeding into his ego! I like you!" She enthused, and Martha blinked, but offered Rose a smile in return. She didn't know what to make of the other woman, OR this 'Doctor', but they seemed to know more about what was going on here than anybody else seemed to.

"Well, me and my ego better make a start, then. Let's have a look." The Doctor sighed, moving to pick up a small pebble, tossing it up and down in the air briefly. "There must be some sort of-" He paused, moving to throw the pebble through the air. It seemed to hit an invisible barrier, which shimmered and vibrated slightly for a moment. "-Forcefield keeping the air in."

"But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" Martha asked, turning to The Doctor with a frown on her face.

"How many people in this hospital?" The Doctor asked, and Martha shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. A thousand?"

"One thousand people. Suffocating." The Doctor replied, his expression grim.

Rose blew out a small breath, closing her eyes for a moment at the awful thought. "It's never simple, is it? We better make sure that doesn't happen."

"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asked, completely aghast.

"Head's up! Ask them yourself." The Doctor replied, gesturing upwards as three huge ships began to descend towards the moon's surface. Rose had never seen them before, but The Doctor's face indicated he had.

"Blimey," Rose muttered, watching quietly as the ships landed. The doors opened up, and creatures dressed all in black with huge helmets upon their heads began marching in formation towards the hospital. Already, Rose could hear the thrum of panic behind her as people realised what was heading towards them, and she closed her eyes for a moment. Whatever came next, she'd be ready.

"Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens." Martha breathed, her eyes wide.

"Judoon." The Doctor's voice was dark as he spoke, and Rose turned towards him immediately, biting down on her bottom lip. That wasn't a name she was really familiar with.

"Judoon? So, what do we know about them?" She asked, turning to watch as the Judoon continued to march towards the hospital. "Is this normal for them? I mean, why would they bring the hospital to the moon?"

"They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs." The Doctor admitted, his expression dark. Now he knew that who were involved, he had to find out who they were after. He wasn't going to let all of these lives be sacrificed because of how thick the Judoon could be. "Come on, we need to figure out what they're here for."

Rose nodded, following after The Doctor quickly as he turned and headed back inside of the hospital. Panic was rife now, and Rose was feeling slightly overwhelmed by the screaming and sobbing she could hear. Her fingers curled into a small fist, and she focused on walking. She hated not being able to do more for them, but as The Doctor had said to Donna, it was important to look at the bigger picture. Getting rid of the Judoon could help all of these people at once, and that was what they were going to do.