Apocalypse Rising (Book Three)

Tyler and Jones

Two things to say.

1) I am soooo sorry I didn't get this up sooner! I've been away from the Internet for the weekend, and I've been hit by headaches really badly these last few days, hence being away from a normal computer. Sorry it took so long!

2) I think I'll start the 50-75 comments here, because I think we got nearly a third of that amount last interlude. :P But the question I shall be answering is: when will the Doctor first appear? I will answer the question either way, but the closer we get to 75 comments, the more specific I'll get . . . like, say, which episode. ;)

That's all! Enjoy!

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A young black woman bopped her head to the rap music of her phone when her phone actually rang. She took a look at the Caller ID, then answered. "You're up early," she said. "What's happening?"

"It's a nightmare, because Dad won't listen, and I'm telling you, Mum is going mental!" her older sister on the other end rattled off. "Swear to God, Martha, this is epic! You've got to get in there and stop him!"

"How do I do that?" Martha Jones asked with a grin. Tish always did exaggerate.

"Tell him he can't bring her!"

Martha looked down when her phone beeped. "Hold on, that's Leo. I'll call you back."

"Martha, if Mum and Dad start to kick off, tell them I don't even want a party!" her younger brother, Leo, told her. "I didn't even ask for one! They can always give me the money instead."

"Yeah, but why do I have to tell them? Why can't you?" She refrained from rolling her eyes when her phone beeped again. "Hold on. That's Mum. I'll call you back."

"I don't mind your father making a fool of himself in private, but this is Leo's 21st!" Francine Jones began as soon as she picked up. "Everyone is going to be there, and the entire family is going to look ridiculous!"

"Mum, it's a party," Martha sighed. "I can't stop Dad from bringing his girlfriend." She did roll her eyes this time when her phone beeped yet again. "Hold on. That's Dad. I'll call you back."

"Martha?" her father, Clive Jones, asked. "Now, tell your mother, Leo is my son, and I'm paying for half that party. I'm entitled to bring who I like."

"I know, but think what it's going to look like for Mum if you're standing there with Annalise," Martha tried to tell him.

"What's wrong with Annalise?"

"Is that Martha?" Annalise's sugary voice asked. "Say hi. Hi, Martha! Hi!"

Martha cringed. "Hi, Annalise," she answered.

"Big kiss, lots of love, see you at the party, babe. Now, take me shopping, big boy."

Martha quickly hung up and was about to continue when a woman with dark brown hair in fishtail braids came up to her. "Like so," she grinned, taking off the sparkling black scarf she wore, and she wound it around her hands in a complicated pattern. "See?" She winked, then walked off.

Martha stared after her in surprise. For one, it was weird she was American . . . but, then again, with Annalise, she could see weirder. She headed towards the entrance of the Royal Hope Hospital, and she made a noise of protest when a man in full motorcycle gear barged past her. "Oi!" she called. "Watch it, mate!"

The figure turned to look at her, but she brushed it off and headed inside. She put her purse inside of her locker, slipped on her white coat, then started to close the door. She quickly pulled her hand back when she got an electric shock, then closed the door for sure.