Apocalypse Rising (Book Three)

Human Nature

Oh, yeah. You guys are going to get to 120. :P Thank Maddythewriter for being so enthusiastic about it!

In this chapter, the human Apocalypse is obviously uncomfortable with her past, Martha is much more protective, and how much of the Apocalypse is left when she's still human? Her fob watch is on the side.

Enjoy "Human Nature!"

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"Get down!" the Apocalypse shouted as they ran into the TARDIS.

Martha fell to the ground by the console, an energy weapon hitting the console. Sparks flew as the Apocalypse slammed the door shut. "Did they see you?" the brunette asked, coming up to her.

"I don't know!" Martha shook her head.

"But did they see you?" the Apocalypse insisted grabbing her arms.

"I don't know! I was too busy running!"

"Martha, it's important. Did they see your face?"

Martha shook her head. "No, they couldn't have."

The Apocalypse nodded. "Off we go," she said, flipping a lever. The TARDIS took off, but something beeped, and she groaned. "They're following us!"

"How can they do that?" Martha shook her head in shock. "You've got a time machine!"

"Stolen technology," the Apocalypse rubbed her head. "They've got a Time Agent's vortex manipulator. They can follow us wherever we go, right across the universe. They're never going to stop . . . unless . . . " She took a deep breath. "I'll have to do it." She turned to Martha. "Martha, you trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" she stared at her, stunned by the idea the Apocalypse doubted the fact.

"Because it all depends on you."

"What does?" she asked as the Apocalypse fished through her pockets. "What am I supposed to do?"

The Apocalypse held up a rose gold fob watch. "Take this watch, because my life depends on it. This watch, Martha. The watch is - "

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Kylie Smith jerked herself out of the dream, blinking in the morning sunlight. She sat up slowly, shaking her head a bit. Was she brunette in that dream? She double checked the plait she had her hair in. No, her hair was blonde, like it had always been. She shook her head again, then looked over her shoulder when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!"

Her friend and maid, Martha, stepped inside, her breakfast tray in her hands, but the girl paused and turned her back respectfully when she saw Kylie wasn't dressed. "Pardon me, Mrs. Smith, you're not dressed yet," she said. "I can come back later - "

"How many times have I told you, Martha, to call me Kylie?" Kylie laughed, standing up and slipping on her dressing robe over her nightgown. "It is perfectly acceptable. Put it down." Martha slowly did. "I was, er . . . " She scratched her head, taking her hair out of its plait, her hair naturally wavy now. "Sorry, sorry. Sometimes I have these extraordinary dreams."

"What about, ma'am?" Martha asked, pulling the curtains back, letting the morning light in.

"I dream I'm this adventurer," Kylie smiled. "This daredevil, a madwoman. The Apocalypse, I'm called. And last night, I dreamed that you were there as my companion."

Martha smiled. "A librarian and a housemaid, ma'am? That's impossible."

"I'm a woman from another world, though."