Series: 23 for 23
Title: Twenty-Three: Taking Your Hand in Mine
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own the World Walker, Joss owns Kit, RTD owns Ten and Martha.
Spoilers: Bits and pieces of season 3 of Who.
Series Summary: Twenty-three stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-three years.
Part Summary: Making new friends isn't that hard to do.
Words: 462
A/N: First quote comes from the fifth into, second comes from Satellite by Guster.

23 for 23
Twenty-Three: Taking Your Hand in Mine

There was no great bang. There was some semblance of peace and the worlds, words and faces flowed through her mind.

Lighting the sky, always the first star that I find.

"I have this crazy knack for making friends with the weirdest people. First Dawnie and demons, and now you and aliens!" Kit Holburn grunted, pushing the unconscious form off of her.

"Hey, I didn't exactly ask to get zapped to the moon and end up in an alien's big blue box! And we did just save your life," one of her good mates, Martha Jones cried, pulling her to her feet.

"Oh, you took oaths to save lives!" Kit snapped, getting a good eyeful of the guy next to her.

"And look, just saved yours again."

"That time in the bar doesn't count," Kit rolled her eyes at Martha. "Who's he?"

"I'm the Doctor and you are?"

"Kit. Martha's mate, Kit, who introduced her to her first Rave," Kit didn't mention she'd already introduced Martha to her first vampire.

"You're the one who made her think vampires are real."

"You're the one who made her think aliens are real," Kit shrugged. "What are you doing here?"

"Cruising around the universe, looking for adventures."

"And you found Grosse Pointe," Kit cocked her head at Martha.

"Is that where we are?" The Doctor frowned. "Weird little place."

"Weird - no. Entitled, snobby and rich place, yes," Kit nodded.

"That's a bit snobby in itself, innit?" The Doctor grinned at her.

"Yup. I'm a poor snob. And unemployed now," Kit shook her head at the still form on the ground.

"The alien was your boss?"

"Yeah. I was his secretary."

"You? A secretary?" Martha frowned. "What happened with the Summers' job?"

"Probation. I used magic in a grayish way," Kit shrugged.

"You wanna come with us?" Martha brightened at the idea.

"Oi, who said I was collecting strays?"

Martha rolled her eyes at him and continued to babble on to Kit. He tuned them out, his attention caught on the figure that had initially caught his attention besides Kit being attacked by the male creature.

The Doctor glanced back at the plain looking girl who stood where Kit had stood moments ago. She smiled softly at him, and in that instant he recognized the look he himself often wore on so many different faces over the years. He didn't know why he did, but he held his hand out to her, beckoning the girl to come with him. There was more than enough room in his Tardis. Her eyes clouded over and she gave a small shake of her head.

"I can't go where you tread. I just can't, as much as I wish…"

"Doctor, is something wrong?" Martha asked, poking her head back out to him.

"Um, besides the freaky-want-to-kill-us demons/aliens?" Kit added.

"Nothing wrong, but I have a feeling we should probably start running."

"Is he joking?" Kit glanced at Martha.

"Unfortunately, no."