Anything

A/N: Do not own Doctor Who just saying.

She did do anything for her magnificent Doctor. Even walked the earth for a year by her lonesome self with death marching at her heels. He knew it and it made him kind of jealous.

Chapter 1: So we meet again

He was never lucky growing up. That never changed over the year. However, he was an opportunist. Which was why when he accidentally ran into her, he just could not passed up the chance. The doctor ever loyal sidekick, alone, and with no knowledge of who he was either. It was a chance begging to be taken. So he took it.

"Hi," He greeted her as he took a seat next to her on the park bench, a cup of hot coffee in hand. His new earthly obsession, thanked to his body body, along with chocolates and babies.

The doctor ex-companion glanced up from her novel and flashed him a smile. He took his breath back for a moment. He had never seen her smiled at him before , excepted for that one time and it had been to laughed at him. The year that never was.

"Hello," She greeted in returned. To her he was just a fellow earthly female going for a walk. He was harmless.

"How are you?" He pressed as he took a quick slip of his coffee. Creaming, hot and full of sugar just like he liked it. She raised an eyebrow at his statement but humored him. She knew him not.

"I am fine," She said closing her book. It was the polite thing to do. "Miss….?"

"The…" He begun but paused. Humans did not have names like "the master" or "the doctor". And if they did have sure a title, their females most certainly did not. And though he wanted to use "Missy", it was too close for comfort. The woman beside him was no fool.

"Your name is The?" She questioned, confused, and he shook his head.

"No," He said recalling something he saw on the telly once. A conversation that when a bit like this one he was currently having.

"I meant," He laughed a bit. "I meant Theresa Masters. Just you know a bit nervous. New town. New faces. New job." He laughed again, acting out the scene from the telly by memory. She nodded at his explanation, struck out her right hand and said.

"Martha Jones-Smith at your service, Miss Theresa Masters."

He shook her hand, as he mentally frowned. He thought her name was Martha Jones? When did it become Jones-Smith? Did the doctor finally lost it after his so-called death to have completely snapped and started procreating with the lesser beings? He wasn't surprised. However, he always thought his old friend and enemy had a thing for that blond again. What a strange world it was but he guess he should not be surprised. His ex-classmate was always a bit eccentric.

He cleared his throat. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Jones-Smith. It is Miss correct?"

The woman before him shook her head. "Sorry," She said, a sad smile on her lips. "It is Mrs. Jones-Smith."

He nodded as their hands separated. "So…"He says in his best female voice. "Where is the Mr.? And any little ones?"

Martha laughed. "Nope no little ones. And the Mr.? "She paused a distance far away look in her eyes. The Master wondered what it was all about but choose to not ask." Well…he is away."

"Away?" He questioned already guessing the reason why. He also guessed something never changed. Even when his old rival settled down and got a miss he could not stay put. At least when he was marriage he stay put. Of that his ex wife Lucy could account for.

"…yes," She looked away from him, a sad expression on her face. "He...he had to go on ahead of me but we will see each other again. You know?"

"Yes." He nodded. What a brave woman. She was taking on the Doctor and his problems. What a foolish one as well. Did she not know better? Time Lords were not humans even if some of them tried to pretend they were. They were different.

There was silence then she turned back to him, a smile on her lips. "What about you Theresa?" She questioned him. "Anyone in your life? Mr.? Little ones?"

The master frowned as he tried to think up an answer when he heard a shout coming their way, calling her name. Their little talk coming to an end.

He turned his head to see the approaching voice and found himself staring at Tish Jones, Martha sister. Beside him Martha stood.

"Sorry Theresa," She told him. "I got to go."

"Yeah…" He stood.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." She leaned forward and hugged him. He hugged her back uncomfortably. Were human females so touching feeling? "Don't worry. You will love London and in no time you will fit in."

"Right…"

"Bye….Maybe I will see you around someday?"

He hold off a smirk. She was going to see him again. After all he had a plan for his enemy and her presence had given him an idea. "Yeah…maybe."

And like that they parted. The doctor ever faithful companion and rival. One unsuspecting, the other plotting.