A/N: Hello all, I've been watching Doctor Who for a while now. So I decided it was time I wrote a story, this is my first ever Doctor Who fic and I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything unless otherwise stated. Also, I'm not from England or anywhere in the UK. I'm from New York, so if something's are different from how you would spell it, now you know the reason.
It had been 12 years since Martha had left the Doctor, she had always thought about him. That was till she had gotten into a horrible car accident last year and a lot of her memory had been lost. While things were getting better, she still had a lot of memories lost.
Now jobless because she could hardly remember anything she had learned in college, she was living with her mum and dad who were now re-married.
It was early in the morning and Martha was awake, sitting at her desk staring out the window. She had gone into a depression; she hated not remembering so much. She had taken up painting and drawing, it helped sometimes. Drawing the sun rising she felt a strong gust of what felt like wind come from behind her and an odd sound, turning around she couldn't believe her eyes. An old police box was fading in, before it became completely solid. Dropping the pastel that had been in her hand, it dropped to the floor as she slowly stood up shakily.
"What the…" She said her eyes widened as the door opened to reveal a man, on the taller side. He had brown hair and a brown suite on, with sneakers.
"My god, how long has it been." He said a smile on his face, though the same expression couldn't be found on Martha's face.
"Who are you?!" She whispered her parents still asleep as she reached behind her for some type of weapon. He gave a confused look,
"Martha it's me…" He said sounding hurt.
"How do you know my name?!" She asked backing away as he took a step forward.
"It's me Martha, the Doctor." He said
"I don't know who you are." She said
"Dad!" She shouted
"Dad, come quick there's a strange man in my room!" She shouted tears spilling out of her eyes, fearing for her life.
