Martha Jones meeting Liz Shaw please (this blog is so cool)
Martha rapped on the door cautiously, unsure of what to expect. The building was run-down and rickety, and she half expected to find an ax murderer on the other side. Some UNIT adviser, they said, she thought. They’d better not be having me on.
A few moments passed, with nothing whatsoever happening. Martha rolled her eyes, turning to leave, when the door creaked open. Glancing about, she stepped inside. It shut itself behind her.
The interior was the polar opposite of what she’d seen outside. Gleaming surfaces and chunky computers. A figure sat in the swivel chair, facing away, their features obscured,
“Hello? I’m looking for a, um…” Martha trailed off, glancing down at a little slip of paper. “A Dr. Elizabeth Shaw. Do you know where I could find her?”
The chair spun about, revealing a woman with stern expression and a sparkle in her eye. She smiled, reaching out a hand.
“That would be me,” she said. “Sorry for all this cloak-and-dagger nonsense, by the way. These old UNIT bases are a bit overdramatic.”
She extended her hand, and gave Martha a firm handshake, motioning towards a chair. Martha sat.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Jones. Colonel Mace sent me over to see you,” said Martha. “Said you had some important files on the Nestene Consciousness.”
“Ah, at it again, are they?” replied Liz. She shifted aside an oblong metal object, rounded at the end, that was sitting on top of a file on her desk. “This should be the one.”
Martha’s gaze didn’t leave the metal object. “Is that…a sonic screwdriver?”
Liz picked it up. “Not quite, though you’re not far off. The Doctor gave it to me. It’s my door handle.”
She pressed an unseen button, and the door behind Martha opened again. After a few moments, she pressed it again, and the door closed.
“Not terribly exciting nowadays, I’m afraid, but I’m quite fond of it.”
Martha gasped. “You knew the Doctor?”
Liz chuckled. “Oh, ages and ages ago. It was enjoyable while it lasted, but I had my own life to live.”
Martha smiled. “I did, too. Left him, that is. We traveled for a while, but I knew I had to get out.”
A loud explosion sounded outside, interrupting the conversation. Car alarms blared out from the street, articulating the calamity.
Martha leaped from her seat. “Right, I’d better get that file to the Colonel.”
“I suppose you’d better had,” said Liz, handing Martha the file and opening the door. “Do visit again sometime, Dr. Jones. I’d love to hear more.”
“Call me Martha,” she replied, pausing in the doorway.
“See you soon, then, Martha Jones,” Liz said, waving as the door closed behind her.