Planetary Hostage 2 | By : Genuka Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Stubborn Relations
Martha wasn't entirely surprised to notice that the Tardis had separated the kitchenette from the rest of the suite but she was a tad surprised to find that the new door now led to her own family's suite instead. To say that the Jones family was surprised to see their wayward daughter was a bit of an understatement but Martha could immediately see their worry easing as she strolled into the main room.
"So then, its done is it?" Francine asked stoically.
"If you mean are they done being daft? I doubt it." Martha told her mother happily, still thinking on the scene she had just left. Then she heard something out of her mother's mouth that completely spoiled her good mood.
"Well, get your things. We're leaving." Francine ordered.
Martha started to rub her forehead trying to stave off a migraine. "Mum, that's just not an option anymore. I thought we'd already explained?"
"Oh you explained alright and so did that note you sent to your sister." Francine said stoically. "You're coming home."
"No, Mum, I'm not. This is my home now." Martha told her as she extended an arm and gestured at the surrounding Tardis.
"He's dangerous! They're all dangerous. I'll not have my daughter..." Francine started in.
"No! You don't understand and from the way you're acting you may never understand." Martha cut her off. "You have no idea what they've lived through. Its a wonder that they aren't dead or insane. All three of them are actually still functional despite the fact that they've been in countless wars and battles. Mum, they haven't just been in battle, they've won those battles most of the time but the cost to them..." Martha just shook her head.
"I know this bloke, he's alright but he did wind up in a gang war for a bit." Leo offered hesitantly. "He was only in the area for a few months before we managed to get him somewhere safer, away from all the gangs but... He still wont sleep without a knife under his pillow and a cricket bat under his bed. He wont stay near a window for long unless he's watching out of it for something, I'm not sure what. If he hears a noise that's to close to something that would have got him hurt when he was still around the gangs he flinches."
"PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome." Martha diagnosed. "I don't know how my three have gotten away with being in and out of wars for so many years, centuries even, without developing more of it then they've got. Your friend needs treatment, he's got a severe case of it. It used to be called shell shock not that long ago. The body and the mind get so attuned to the dangers of a traumatic situation that your survival instincts go into overdrive, anything that might have hurt you, any hint at all, any warning you react to. Its how you stay alive but it takes a toll on both the body and the mind and you can't always shut it off once you're safe. Any traumatic event can cause PTSD but its quite common in soldiers home from the battle field. Which is what happened to your friend and to my three. He'll need an anchor, someone to rely on and help him orient if nothing else. Try to get any of his mates out of that area as well. They'll need treatment, if your friend is anything to go by."
"Thanks, Martha." Leo said offering her a hesitant smile.
Martha turned back to her mother. "Mum, whatever you think this is, its not. When they saved me I was changed. I'm a Time Lord now and literally their daughter. If you check my DNA you'll find traces of both the Doctor's DNA and the Master's. As far as any geneticist would be concerned I have four parents. You, Dad, the Doctor, and the Master. You raised me the best you could and I was a human adult before I changed, now I'm a child again. A Gallifreyan child, a Time Lord child, and I need to learn what I need to stay safe. My entire biology has changed and if I eat the wrong thing or take the wrong medi without first learning from the Doctor and the Master then I could die. I have new resistances and new dangers that I know nothing about." Martha informed her mother. "For example growing up, was I ever allergic to aspirin?"
"No, of course not. I would never have given it to you had you been." Francine said offended by such a question.
"Well I might be now." Martha told her in exasperation. "And my reaction to the aspirin would be almost instantly deadly if I inherited it from the Doctor. He's allergic."
The shocked silence that followed this statement put a very fine point on what Martha had been trying to tell them. She wasn't just Martha Jones any more, she was Martha Jones, half human daughter of the Doctor and the Master, and there was no way around it.
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