Jumping For The Stars

Chapter 24 - Lazarus and Fedoras

Chapter 24

Lazarus and Fedoras

Martha Jones, that's what this day was supposed to be about and with Ailia Mar dead asleep in her bed it appeared everything would keep going the way it was. Which, to say the least, wasn't going all that well.

Also, what was said about Ailia Mar's non-appearance didn't last for long, only about halfway through the day, but that's a matter for later. For now we must recognize Martha Jone.

Martha Jones. There wasn't much Ailia could say about her. Maybe it is because of our character's inability to read people or rather her ability to hid that fact, but Ailia rather like Martha. The woman was quick on her feet, stood up for herself and, though she was not as smart as Ailia and the Doctor, Martha had a mind of her own.

What Martha saw in Ailia was another case entirely, though one could not be certain. Strangle was a definate opinion, the others were more complicated. Oddly clever and a daredevil, of sorts. The girl could smother a bear with the amount of secrecy that oozed off her. Then there was the girl's relationship with the Doct, on that Martha was admittedly jealous. Maybe the reason behind this was her growing crush on the man or his obliviousness to anything related her interest, but Martha was almost green with envy.

Martha knew she shouldn't be, the relationship between the Doctor and Ailia was more that of an older brother and his little sister, but it was a pesky feeling and she didn't know what to do with it, so she let it bubble and brew.

Little did Miss Martha Jones know that the Doctor was a lot more observant than anyone gave him credit for. And that the words that Martha had said when hidden in the shadow of an eighty years younger Statue of Liberty still rang through his head.

"Just proves it, I suppose. There's someone for everyone."

Thus, she didn't know that his next stop was at her own apartment. But the Doctor didn't know who would call on the phone or who would appear on the TV, but what rather caught his old, sad eyes was not who but the what of the situation.

So, the skikey-haired, converse wearing Timelord employed Martha Jones for one "last" adventure to help sort out history, and got ready for a party right under a sleeping Ailia's nose.

Or at least that's what they thought, meanwhile a woman in a long blue dress walked through the crowds in front of the latest invention, the Lazarus Experiment, her muddied and scuffed combat boots scarly visable in the darkening light.

She took off her hat when she walked inside, a soft leather fadora that didn't seem to belong in the crowds of the rich and powerful, but nobody noticed, or if they did they didn't dare to call her out on it.

A woman who's appearance was much like that of Martha walked over to the woman, clipboard in hand, "Hello, Ms. Reese, it's good to see you. Mr. Lazarus will be glad to hear of you attenddence."

"Thank you, Tish," the woman's blue eyes didn't meet the person she spoke to, instead observing the room with ice blue orbs.

"You look wonderful, Miss. I can't believe you're wearing a dress," Tish pointed out, feeling ease around the woman despite the cold that literally radiated from her.

"Neither can I," the woman laughed easily, so easily that it appeared no one noticed the pain it held. "My sister bought it for me."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a sister," Tish smiled at Ms. Reese.

"She's a lovely girl, Tish," Ms. Reese smiled, only afew inches taller than the girl she talked to, "You'd like her."

"Maybe you can introduce us sometime," Tish offered, then her eyes found the door, "Oh, there's my sister..." She looked over to Ms. Reese but both woman and fadora were gone.