Martha and Mickey held hands as they walked through the wide department store. The lights glared overhead and Mickey's sneakers squeaked against the newly waxed floor. Martha saw a large poster on the wall for a new perfume with a smoldering red-head that seemed to look right at her.

"'For the girl who is tired of waiting'," Mickey read out loud. They had stopped to both look at the poster.

"Eh," Martha shrugged, "who needs perfume?"

"Not you, that's for sure," Mickey said, "I like that you smell like gunpowder." He leaned in and kissed Martha on the cheek. She smiled and they walked on. Mickey was suddenly dragged off to one side, into the women's clothing department.

"Oh, I love this jacket," Martha said, lifting the hanger off of the rack and holding it up to herself.

"Martha," Mickey shook his head and looked down a bit, smiling, "you must have a hundred other leather jackets at home."

"Yeah, and I like this one too. What are you going to do about it?" She leaned in, teasing him, but then she leaned back out. "I'm buying it!" She nodded confidently, draped the jacket over one arm and linked the other arm with Mickey's. They were walking through the store again when they heard a voice.

"Honestly, Amy, The Doctor is just trying to do what's best. He'll come back as soon as he's worked through whatever it is he's working through." Martha and Mickey turned to each other quickly and locked eyes.

"The Doctor," Mickey said.

"I know." They walked down the line of racks towards where the voice had come from when they heard a Scottish woman start to speak.

"I don't care what he's working on, though," The woman, Amy, said. "He owes it to us to come back. We're family! And what about River?" Mickey and Martha finally got to the part of the store where the two people were talking. The woman was trying on clothes while the man sat on a bench just outside, waiting for her to come out. The fitting room door swung open and a redhead walked out in jeans and a nice blouse.

"Well, Rory, how about this one?" Mickey's mouth fell open.

"Martha," he said, "it's the woman from that poster!" Martha nodded, not saying anything.

"You know as well as I do," Rory said, "that him and River are always sort of come-and-go. They just sort of run into each other and then flirt for a while. Oh, and I like the jeans."

"I was wearing the jeans when I came in. I was talking about the top." Amy said, turning around. "And all I'm saying is that she is his wife and she deserves to see him again! And so do we!"

Martha's eyes widened and she and Mickey leaned back around the corner. "His wife?" Martha asked.

"Sounds like it," Mickey said. "I didn't think he'd ever get hitched." And it was true. Even when he was so obviously in love with Rose, Mickey had never thought for a moment that he would marry her. It just never seemed like his style.

"Mickey, we need to talk to those people," Martha was saying, "They know The Doctor! It's the first time we've heard of him for years!"

"Can we really just walk up to them?"

"Well if you don't, I will." Martha said, turning on her heel and walking around the corner boldly. Mickey rolled his eyes and went after her. The man was talking again.

"At least we know he is actually alive!" Amy was back in the fitting room.

"Excuse me," Martha said, coming around to face Rory, "we just over heard you talking. You two know The Doctor." She did not phrase it as a question. Rory looked up at her and suddenly stood up to face her head on.

"Um, well," he said, uncertainly, "I suppose, yes." Amy emerged from the fitting room.

"Of course we do, Rory," she said, "no 'supposing' about it."

"And did you say he was married?" Mickey asked, coming closer to the couple. This was still the bit of information giving him the most trouble.

"Yes, he is," Amy said, crossing her arms. "And who are you two, then?"

"I'm Martha, and this is my husband, Mickey." Martha said, "I'm sorry to have been so forward, but we haven't heard from The Doctor in quite a few years."

"Husband? You're married?" Rory asked, "I thought he said he didn't really travel with couples." He looked towards Amy.

"We weren't married when he traveled with us," Martha answered quickly.

"Martha Jones?" Amy asked. Martha looked back at her.

"Yes."

"He mentioned you. And you're Mickey Smith?" Mickey looked at Martha, then back to Amy and nodded.

"He mentioned me too?" Mickey asked, smiling.

"No," Amy said, "I found a pair of underwear with the name on them once when I was looking through wardrobe stuff. I took a guess." Martha tried to hide a smile.

"I'm Rory, by the way," Rory said, extending his hand to Mickey first, "and this is Amy." They all shook hands and Martha started to laugh. Mickey looked at her oddly.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I just never thought I'd see his world again."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, we aren't getting any of his attention either, at present." Amy said.

"Yes, we, um," Mickey stumbled through his words, "overheard." Rory smiled a bit behind Amy.

"But you haven't left him?" Martha asked, "He left you?" She was confused. From what she knew about The Doctor, either you leave or you end up left behind permanently.

"He didn't leave us," Amy waved off, going back into the changing room to put on her original blouse. "He died. And now he is just being stubborn." Martha and Mickey's jaws were both nearly on the floor and their brows came together in confusion. Rory rolled his eyes towards Amy's dressing room and took pity on the wide-eyed former companions.

"Yeah, I think we might all have a bit to talk about," he said, and Amy came out of the dressing room, tossing a pile of shirts into a bin. "Why don't you come over to our house for some dinner and we can… chat?"

Ok, I already have at least 1 1/2 more chapters written. I'll give you a hint, the Ponds and the Smiths really hit it off. Favorite/follow for more and please leave reviews. I have a lot of ideas that I would like to use in this and it could end up being pretty long, so, ya. Enjoy!