Doctor Who: Origin Stories by Doctor Who

Author:Doctor Who [Who, Doctor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Random House Children's UK
Published: 2022-09-29T00:00:00+00:00

It was on a cold Wednesday evening in the middle of January that Martha Jones’s life would change forever.

Triggered by a sequence of unbelievable events laid out by the mastermind that some call the universe and others God, her life would be altered completely and irreparably as a result of the actions of a meddlesome Time Lord.

Though she would never know of this fact.

Martha had been seated at the dinner table, attempting to conjugate a particularly troublesome set of French verbs, when it happened.

‘Ow!’ a voice yelped behind her.

Followed by a series of gently hushed profanities.

Martha turned to see her mother at the kitchen counter, biting her lip and clutching her hand hard.

‘Everything OK, Mum?’ Martha asked, concern itching at her. It was very unlike her mother to swear.

‘I was chopping the carrots for the casserole and nicked my thumb,’ she said, and inserted the sliced digit into her mouth.

Martha got up from her seat, abandoning her French homework, and headed towards the downstairs bathroom right by the kitchen.

‘Where’s the first-aid kit again?’ Martha yelled, opening the medicine cabinet and scanning the shelves.

‘Inside the red box, in the medicine cabinet!’ her mother called out, her voice still muffled from her thumb.

Martha stood on tiptoe, still seeing no sign of it.

‘It’s not here,’ she finally declared.

She heard her mother curse again, which only made her more worried.

‘I bet your father took it when he was last here, said he got an injury from work or something. I told him to put it back, but when has he been one to listen –’

‘Do we have any spares?’ Martha interrupted, not wanting her mother to start going on again about how incompetent her father was.

It was a song she was all too used to hearing whenever she was around either her mum or her dad – and it had only got worse with the divorce. Her mum would complain about her dad’s inability to do anything right, and her dad would complain about her mum’s complaining and it would always result in the same thing for Martha.

A migraine.

‘No, I think that was our only kit … but it’s all right, I’ll just put a paper towel over it and it’ll be good as new.’

Martha stepped out of the bathroom and gave her mum an incredulous look.

‘That’s not how cuts work! You could get an infection,’ she said, exasperated. She strode over to her mum. ‘Let me see it.’

Her mother sighed, placing her hand in Martha’s.

Martha examined the cut carefully. It was much deeper than she would have liked.

A smaller cut could be washed and monitored for the night, but this … this needed a bandage at the very least, and maybe even stitches.

‘I’m heading out to the shops. They should have one of those simple emergency kits.’

Her mother shook her head. ‘It’s honestly not as serious as it seems, and, anyway, don’t you have French homework to finish?’

Even more reason for Martha to leave the house.

‘French can wait, I suck at it anyway. This break is doing me a favour.

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