A/N: Secretly hoping there will be more stories of this pairing.

Also secretly hoping there will be more stories with this Doctor.


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He's a peculiar man, all brown waves, blue eyes, and shifty hands. Like really shifty hands. The hospital had him restrained because of the ruckus he apparently started when he came in (Martha wouldn't know, he didn't come in during her shift). He'd find a way to pull off the cuffs without making a noise. Normally, when people cried out about being in the wrong time period and the wrong universe, one would just ignore those complaints and let psychiatric take over. But when she came to take a peek, he was muttering about how he needed to leave, and not only did his ravings make sense, they sounded awfully familiar. That with the lack of a name shouldn't have brought up that twinge of recollection, but it did.

She asked to be his primary and they gladly said yes. He'd kick up a storm whenever someone would try to get his vitals and while he seemed calm around her, he was not calm being in a hospital. Most people who would come to care for him would immediately transfer out. It was probably the most excitement she'd get since Mickey left, so of course she'd volunteer for the only tough case in the hospital.

Monday morning she found herself in his room, cautiously eyeing the security standing guard outside before realizing that he was cautiously eyeing her. He was quiet whenever she showed up, and Martha had a sneaking suspicion that it was because he was waiting for her to confirm her theory, assuming this was the man she thought he was. She picked up the clipboard containing his information, mentally snorting at the fact that nobody could get in enough information about the man outside of personality quirks.

"Not gonna try to knock me out if I check your vitals, right," she asked. She saw him tense up a bit when she sat at the foot of his bed. They didn't cuff his feet, so he'd have the open door to kick at her if he felt the need. Martha gripped her clipboard a bit tighter.

She leaned in a bit, "I've got a reputation, you see," he blinked, not expecting that turn of conversation, "this lot," she nodded her head towards the door, "they know that I have military training, but they don't know that it's not that kind of training. But they think I'm this invincible military lady, y'know?"

He said nothing, but Martha could see the amusement rising in his eyes as she leaned in to whisper conspiringly, "so do me a favour and don't knock me out? For appearances sake?"

He glanced at the door then back to Martha.

"I've got a reputation as a madman," he raised an eyebrow at her, "what makes you think I don't want to keep my reputation?"

That startled a laugh out of her.

"Got me there."

He only felt comfortable with her taking his pulse, which for her, only confirmed that it was indeed the Doctor. UNIT didn't have all the pictures of his faces and she knew there was an eleventh running about now, but she didn't know which one he was, so she was wary about asking in case she unknowingly let a piece of valuable information out that she wasn't supposed to.

It was only when she was in bed that night when she realized it.

"He's not even from the same bloody universe," she shouted at herself as rushed to get dressed.