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I'm bursting with Doctor Who ideas! In this one instead of my Oc being friends or growing up with Rose we have an Oc growing up with Martha Jones, to be honest, she and Donna are my favorite Companions they actually do something along the journeys that help the doctor or keep him in line.

I always giggle when I watch Donna slap the Doctor, or when she calls him spaceman. I can see why the Doctor want's to be a red-head, I kinda wanna be one myself but alas I'm happy with being brown haired.

Now that the votes are in! The winner is!

1st place Time Lady.

2nd place Phoenix.

3rd place Psychic.

And the last place is Half-Time Lady.

SO, my Oc is gonna be a Time Lady! Now, what to call her? Humm.

SUMMARY: What if Martha had a best friend who worked at the hospital who was more than she seemed?

I do NOT own Doctor Who, only my Oc's and story idea.

Chapter 1: Smith, Jones, and Brooks, Oh my!

LONDON, ENGLAND

ROYAL HOPE HOSPITAL

It was a busy day in Royal Hope Hospital as people rushed in and out, either for appointments, check-ups or families visiting a loved one. It was early morning as among these people stood a young woman standing by the waiting area, she was on her phone checking the time.

The young woman looked to be 22-years-old with mid-shoulder length black hair and chocolate brown eyes, she was fit having a lean runner build and toned form. Her clothing consisted of a navy blue button-up shirt with her sleeves reaching her elbows, her jeans were light blue and flared at the ankles with black Nike trainers on her feet. Overall that was a white coat showing she was a medical student. (FYI, look at the cover for what she looks like and also for any curious readers she has a C-sized chest to fit her build)

The woman looks up from her phone as she heard a small yell outside. "Oi! Watch, it mate,"

Looking over at the entrance she smiled as a young woman entered the building making her smile and put her phone away.

"Martha!" She said making the woman now known as Martha look over at her with a smirk. (You all know what Martha Jones looks like if not, look her up!)

"Artemis, morning," Martha said as she walked over to her best friend.

Artemis chuckles as she took in her friend's appearance, she was dressed nicely and smart which suited her just fine. Her body was a little tense but considering what Martha had told her of her family situation it made sense, Artemis gave her friend a smile.

Martha rolled her eyes knowing her friend took note of her stressed self, she knew she could count on Artemis to help her or just lend an ear for Martha to talk and rant about stuff.

"Morning, Martha, Mr. Stoker will be here soon," Artemis said as her friend nods before heading over to the lockers to put her stuff away and get her white coat.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Artemis huffed a bit as she stood with her clipboard taking notes while they stood beside the bed of Mrs. Finnegan, an elderly woman who was admitted this morning.

Mr. Stocker the head of the hospital was also their teacher, Artemis was standing by Martha as he took Mrs. Finnegan's pulse. For some reason, the only lady put Artemis on edge. While the woman looked kind, she had this 'I'm hiding something' feeling to her. Either that or Artemis needed a trip to the spa to de-stress.

Artemis sighs as she watched Mr. Stocker.

"I was all right until this morning, and then, I don't know, I woke up and I felt all dizzy again, It was worse than when I came in," Mrs. Finnegan said as she looked up at Mr. Stocker.

"Pulse is slightly thready, well, let's see what Britain's finest might suggest, any ideas, Morgenstern?" Mr. Stocker asked as he released Mrs. Finnegan's hand and moved to walk around and stand by Morgenstern.

Morgenstern lifted up a paper on his clipboard looking a little nervous as he said "Dizziness can be a sign of early onset diabetes,"

"Hardly early onset," Mr. Stocker said indicating Mrs. Finnegan's wrinkles before saying "If you'll forgive me, Miss Finnegan, any more ideas? Swales?"

Swales looked up from her clipboard saying "Er, could recommend a CT scan,"

'Why am I doing another medical course again?' Artemis thought this was her third one since university, she had already done many courses on medical stuff but for some reason, she just had this urge to learn more.

Like she had a hole that could not be filled yet, so, here she was! Help Martha with her own medical course while using her course as an excuse to sharpen her skills.

"And spend all our money?" Mr. Stocker scoffed before asking "Jones?"

"We could take bloods and check for Meniere's disease," Martha suggested while Artemis wondered if the solution was a simple thing.

"Or we could simply ask the patient," Mr. Stocker said before looking at Mrs. Finnegan asking "What did you have for dinner last night?"

"I had salad," She said looking between the students and teacher.

"And the night before?" Mr. Stocker asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Salad again," Mrs. Finnegan said.

"And salad every night for the past week, contrary to my instructions," Mr. Stocker said with a small sigh before adding "Salt deficiency, that's all, simple, honest salt,"

Artemis leaned over and whispered to Martha. "It's always the simplest things," She said making Martha crack a grin before they followed Mr. Stocker out towards the corridors.

"Hippocrates himself expounded on the virtues of salt, recommended the inhalation of steam from seawater, though no doubt if he'd been afflicted with my students, results might have been rather more colorful," Mr. Stocker said as he leads them through the corridors.

Artemis rolled her eyes a bit before something caught her eyes, looking over she saw a biker in all black standing by the elevator. She paused at the door with Martha as they saw a second biker in all black exit the lift.

'Strange, or a weird case of identical twins?' Artemis thought before following the rest of the group with Martha.

ORTHOPEDIC WARD

Artemis walked beside Martha while showing her notes to compare them, they often did this when one had missed a lesson.

They stopped as they arrived at another patients bed.

Mr. Stocker pulled the curtain back saying "Now then, Mister Smith, a very good morning to you, how are you today?"

The man in the bed was sitting up and to Artemis's eyes looked fine, he had brown hair and eyes with a tall and lean build. She took note of his PJ's which were the standard hospital clothing. Artemis didn't know what it was but, something about this man was...familiar to her. She shook the feeling off as Mr. Smith spoke.

"Oh, not so bad, still a bit, you know, blah," Mr. Smith said making a face at the end making Artemis bit her lip to stop from giggling.

"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains," Mr. Stocker said as Artemis took note of Martha's slightly surprised expression.

Artemis glanced at Martha before looking back at John Smith, she felt the hairs on her neck tingle as she got a strange feeling. The last time she got one of these strange feelings the sky had been filled with flying pepper pot death machines and the streets filled with walking robot tin cans, that had been a long day of hide and seek.

'Is he an undercover inspector or something? He feels odd or is it just one of my strange feelings again?' Artemis thought pushing the memories of that day away.

She was shaken from her thoughts as Mr. Stocker said "Jones, Brooks, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me,"

Artemis nods as she walked over to the right of John while Martha went to his other side, Artemis pulled out her stethoscope and put it around her neck. She knelt down to be level with John.

"Have you ate anything strange in the last 48 hours?" Artemis asked while reaching over to touch his neck and check his glands.

John hummed before saying "Nothing strange, I did have a Chinese takeout though,"

Artemis nods before standing up saying "You're glands aren't swollen, I'm going to listen to your stomach and digestive system are you okay with this Mr. Smith?"

John nods as Artemis took her Stethoscope off saying "Martha? Can you check his lungs and heart rate?"

Martha nods as she put her own Stethoscope on while Artemis pulled the covers back and gently lifted Mr. Smiths top up, she placed the end of her stethoscope on his waist. While she was focused on this she failed to notice Martha talking with Mr. Smith about something or her little discovery she just found.

"I weep for future generations, are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Mr. Stocker said as Martha pulled back.

This question also snapped Artemis out of her 'zone' as she pulled back taking her stethoscope out.

" Er, I don't know, stomach cramps?" Martha suggested reeling from what she just heard while Artemis sent her a concerned look.

Mr. Stocker shook his head saying "That is a symptom, not a diagnosis, and you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart,"

He went to reach for the chart only to drop it as it shocked him, hang on! That happened to her this morning, she got shocked by the coffee machine.

"That happened to me this morning," Martha said as Mr. Stocker picked the chart up.

"I had the same thing on the door handle," Morgenstern said making Swales nod saying "And me, on the lift,"

"Coffee machine," Artemis said as she put her stethoscope away.

"That's only to be expected, there's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by? Anyone?" Mr. Stocker asked looking up from the chart.

"Benjamin Franklin," John and Artemis said at the same time making them look at each other before smirking.

"Correct, now, Brooks sorry to keep you waiting, your diagnosis?" Mr. Stocker asked putting the chart down as Artemis nods looking away from John.

"Right, I'm not hearing anything wrong with Mr. Smiths stomach but his digestive system did sound agitated permission to feel for any lumps and bumps?" Artemis asked.

"Granted," Mr. Stocker said as Artemis nods turning back to Mr. Smith.

"Just relax and tell me if anything hurts or feels uncounterable?" Artemis asked making John nod.

"Will do!" He said with a grin as Artemis bent over and began to feel around his waist for any lumps, bumps or anything abnormal.

She paused when Mr. Smith grunted as she pressed down on his right abdominal muscles, she then gently pressed down on the rest of his abdominal muscles making him shift a bit.

"That hurts a bit," John said with a wince.

"As I thought," Artemis said standing straight.

"Though what?" John asked watching Artemis with an intrigued look.

"You don't have any problems with your stomach Mr. Smith rather you have either pulled or strained your right abdominal muscles," Artemis said as she pointed to the right of his waist.

"Oh, right, that must have been when I was running yesterday I thought I felt something snapped down there," John said rubbing his neck in thought.

"Nicely done Miss Brooks," Mr. Stocker said before giving Mr. Smith a nod as he turned saying "I'll let the Nurse's know but it's time we moved on,"

Artemis moved to stand by Martha as they followed Mr. Stocker, though, both Artemis and Martha looked back at Mr. Smirth who watched them leave with a smirk on his face.

'Mr. Smith? Just who are you?' Artemis thought looking forward as she followed the group out of the ward.

For some reason, Artemis felt like she would be seeing Mr. Smith again very soon. And not under good circumstances, shaking her head Artemis decided she needed a nice cup tea after the lesson.

If Artemis had paid attention she could have noticed the rain outside the hospital and only around the hospital.

Hope you like the first chapter!

Sorry if the medical terms aren't correct, I'm use to animal health checks since I'm doing animal care in college.

Next chapter will be up soon.

Until then, SaberbladePrime signing out!