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Planetary Hostage 2	By : Genuka Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who/Torchwood and make no money off of them, mores the pitty. Nor Do I own the Justice League species Thangarians. This is a work of fiction with no intentional connection to anything real.

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A/n: They're out of dreamland now with the Jones waiting to see how Martha's doing. What kind of disaster do you think will ensue?

Meet The Parents

Martha sat up shivering and shaking in bed as her new parents all came over from their own respective positions and beds to wrap her and each other in a group hug. They sat their for what seemed like days, silently rocking and just holding each other, gaining comfort from such simple uncomplicated affection and touch. Throughout this whole time the Tardis had done her best to mentally sooth them and project warmth and safety. Eventually several hours after awakening they disentangled themselves from one another and just sat quietly together.

"The drums are gone." The Master said softly, finally breaking the silence.

"The combination of the claim and the modified particle cannon." The Doctor observed quietly.

"The Tardis gave me the words. I didn't really understand them except for the part that said I was telling him that you belong to me, earth, and humanity not to the Time Lords any more." Martha told them in a subdued voice.

"You did more than just that." The Master said ruefully.

"Later." The Doctor said. The Master nodded his agreement.

"So, how long do you think we were under?" Jack asked almost cheerfully, trying to dispel the doom and gloom.

"Oh, not all that long. Maybe 14 hours total." The Doctor said offhandedly. "We actually came out of the Rising Sleep early, even by normal standards. Those drums must have been the absolute worst interference as well as the most damaging part of any of our psyche's for that to happen."

"More like a possession." The Master snorted. "When did he go that insane?"

The Doctor sobered immediately. "During the war." He said shortly.

"Well, I don't know about you boys but I'm going to go find my mum. Jack? Where did you stash them? I know you let them in the Tardis." Martha asked as she got up and headed for the door, causing three very alarmed males to scramble after her.

"We've got time. There's no rush to go and see them. I told them..." Jack said hurriedly before trailing off when he saw the look she was shooting his way.

"My mum is going to be bad enough as it is. What do you think will happen if she finds out that we didn't come see her as soon as we could?" Martha retorted sending them all a withering glare, causing Jack to wilt just a bit and the Doctor to look slightly guilty. The Master on the other hand didn't seem fazed at all.

Martha opened the door to the chamber and silently thanked the Tardis along the bond as she found herself in a small library where her family was in various stages of worry, pacing, fiddling with one thing or another, or trying to read and failing miserably judging by Tris' body language.

"Well, I'm back." Martha said cheerfully as she entered the library with Jack, the Doctor, and the Master just behind her. The Tardis quietly closed and vanished the door as soon as they were clear of it. Then to make certain that none of her pack could bolt from the confrontation she finished isolating the section of rooms that her pack and the Jones were currently all in. She completed all of this with a slight chuckle along the bond which caused the Doctor and the Master to exchange concerned glances, and a shiver to run down Jack's spine.

"Martha, did you just feel that?" The Doctor asked in concern.

"What? The Tardis sealing us in with my family so that we can sort this all out or her evil chuckle?" Martha asked evilly earning a dumbfounded look of dawning horror from her packmates and the males in her human family. "Did you really think that we girls would let you all off that easily? You wont be able to bolt or escape until we've sorted this all out. A Time Lord pack might be able to do it safely inside a telepathic bond but humans are a bit messier, we have to actually talk it out, which often involves screaming at some point in our lives."

"Isn't that a bit evil, Martha?" Tish asked in amusement.

"Don't blame me, it was the Tardis' idea." Martha shrugged. "Apparently the Doctor has a bad habit of bolting whenever something like this comes up and he actually has to try and sort out anything that he's labeled domestic."

The Doctor spluttered before he finally managed to choke out. "I don't do domestic!"

Martha turned on him with a scowl, and a glare. "You'll do this domestic." She ordered, poking him in the chest. "Its your fault this happened in the first place. I may have recognized the watch and convinced the Master to open it up, waking him back up, but you're the one who taught me about the chameleon arch. You're the one who didn't think to give any warning about enemies among your own people. You're the one who didn't think that the glow and glitter that was getting poured through us earlier on the Valiant might, just might have harmful side effects."

The Doctor had a pained expression on his face over these accusations. "Martha." He pleaded. "That's not fair. I didn't know. I didn't think..."

"No. You didn't think." Martha shot back. "You will do this. I will not have my two families fighting, so we deal with it now before it becomes an issue." A moment of shocked silence followed Martha's declaration.

"We're supposed to raise her? I think she's going to wind up raising us." Jack said in disbelief, causing brief chuckles to break out all over the room, breaking the silence after Martha's justified tirade.

After hearing this Francine broke free of her own shock and stalked up to the Doctor, slapping him hard across the face, nearly knocking him to the floor with the power of her strike. "If you ever come near my family again." She threatened.

"Mum, you don't get a choice in the matter." Martha told her gently. "I'm a Time Lord now. The only Time Lords that are still alive are in this room. Me, the Doctor, and the Master, that's it. The rest of the Time Lords are dead. Time Lords are harder to hurt, harder to kill, and its harder for them to fall ill. I traveled with the Doctor for almost two years over the 12 hours I was off between us getting the Hospital back from the moon and going to Mr. Lazarus' presentation. I got to meet Shakespeare and see New New Earth. I watched a sun being born. I danced with IKanti children as they celebrated the harvest fall. I helped to heal an entire village of an illness that caused a waking sleep of endless dreams. You have no idea what amazing things there are out there. Yes, there are some dangers, but that's why the Doctor always does his best to teach us what's dangerous and what's not. He teaches us when to run, and when to stand tall, when to fight and when to fly, when to talk and when to retreat, when to plan and when to improvise." The laughter and joy in Martha's face, eyes, and expression was unmistakable. "What happened on the Valiant's bridge made me his daughter but it didn't change the fact that I'm still your daughter too, and I always will be, for as long as I live, however long that may be."

"If they are so hard to kill, how come its just the three of you now?" Leo asked quietly.

"There was a war." The Doctor said quietly. "A war fought for all of creation against the most terrible creatures you could ever meet. Both the Master and I fought in it, and our side was loosing. Our people had gone insane and decided that the only solution was to end time. I stopped them, sealing the war. I shouldn't have survived but I did. It was a fluke. I thought I was the only survivor until Martha and I found the Master at the end of the universe, rather literally. She woke him up. And here we are, the only two survivors on our side. I keep running into small groups of Daleks, the enemy. When I find them, I kill them."

"What are these, Daleks?" Clive asked with worry.

"Daleks." Jack said with venom evident in his voice. "Think of them as extreme alien Nazi's. Anything or anyone that isn't pure Dalek they destroy without mercy or conscience. Sometime they keep some things or some people around temporarily because they're useful, but as soon as they aren't useful anymore or become inconvenient in any way, whatever or whoever was kept is destroyed. Nearly every race that has heard of them or met them has the same policy, destroy on sight. The Doctor is there number one enemy and knows how to deal with them."

"There are many people who count the Doctor as their number one enemy but I was always the one that the Doctor counted as his." The Master smiled evilly and Martha smacked his arm for trying to scare her family.

"Stop it." She ordered, then pointed out. "You admitted that you've known each other since school." The Master just shrugged.

"So then, what happens now?" Francine asked. A loud unlocking echo sounded around the room and the door to the console room reappeared in the only open wall that was clearly visible to everyone.

"I'd say that the Tardis is satisfied that we've worked out our differences." Martha said in satisfaction, then she turned serious. "You will make this work. We're all family now and there's no changing it. This wasn't someone signing a piece of paper saying that we're family, my DNA was literally changed. I'm all Time Lord but I'm also still all Martha. Please don't make me get the Tardis to help me lock you all into the same room again?" With that she turned and went out a different door heading for the hot tube that the Tardis had sent her an image of a moment ago. She badly needed a soak and a cup of hot cocoa.

The two groups just looked at each other and reached an unspoken understanding. They would try, for Martha's sake, they would try.

A/n: Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Suggestions?
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