A/N This is my first story to be posted on this account so please don't be too harsh! Thanks! THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 7. This story begins in between the loss of the Ponds and the finding of Clara.

I'd really appreciate any comments or if you followed my story ^^

Disc: I don't own Doctor Who

The Doctor leaned back in the faded grey chair of the TARDIS console room, placing his feet on the iridescent control centre. He listened to the quiet humming of his beloved machine and straightened his bow tie thoughtfully. Since Amy and Rory had...left, he had redecorated the entire layout of the TARDIS, hoping to rid himself of painful memories; although it hadn't helped much. He was unsure of what to do now, and often found himself dwelling on old memories of times-regenerations, even-gone by. Now, as he sat, floating though the empty void of space, he felt more alone than ever. Suddenly, a ringing interrupted his thoughts. He jerked up and checked the computer screen. No, everything was fine. But, then what was the source of the...? The Doctor's eyes landed on a small, silver flip-phone that was glowing intently.

The same phone given to him by none other than Martha Jones.

The same phone that had been silent for more than two years.

He scrambled to answer it and cleared his voice. "H-Hello?"

"Doctor!" Martha answered, relieved. How wonderful it was to hear her voice after so long. "I would have thought you would've thrown that old phone away by now."

"Well, you never know when a good old phone might come in handy. Anyway, Martha! It's good to hear from you! What've you been up to?" he asked.

"Oh you know, Mickey and I got married and all that...but I actually didn't call to chat, although we do need to catch up! I'm actually calling...about Donna." she said seriously.

"Donna?" the Doctor inquired, frowning in worry.

"Yes. T-The thing is, well," Martha struggled. "The thing is, she's remembered." The Doctor froze. He remained silent, holding the phone up to his ear before Martha continued. "But, she's fine, Doctor. Donna's fine."

Donna's fine.

He replayed the sentence through his head, over and over, like a formula he had to memorise. His best friend, Donna Noble, was fine. "But, that's not possible...If Donna ever remembered anything having to do with me or the TARDIS, she'd die. I told you that."

"I know, Doctor, but there doesn't seem to be any problem with her; unless you count the fact that she's right angry with you. I think you'd better come now. At least for a visit." The Doctor could hear Martha's smile in her voice.

"Sure! Now, tell me, Martha, what do you think of bow ties?" he asked suddenly.

"Wha-? Um, they're okay, I guess. Personally I think they're a bit childish...Why?"

The Doctor chuckled. "You'll see," he said before hanging up the phone and fiddling with the controls of the TARDIS. After a short moment, the ship made its unforgettable noise and sped off towards Earth. He couldn't hide the giddy smile from his face as he descended into London.

After parking the TARDIS, he stepped outside and glanced around, before strolling down the bustling street; he had tracked the exact source of the phone call to a charming white house at the end of the road. Upon reaching the address, the Doctor straightened his bow tie once more and rang the doorbell. A pleasant ringing sound reverberated around the porch, and after a moment, the door swung open to reveal Martha. She looked the stranger up and down, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The Doctor beamed at her and immediately hugged her. "Martha! It's so good to see you again!"

"Um, I'm sorry, but, have we met?" Martha asked, resisting the man's hug.

"Oh! That's right. I probably look different to you, don't I? I've regenerated since we last met. It's me! The Doctor!" The Doctor explained.

"Doctor! You're here! Sorry I didn't recognise you," Martha exclaimed, hugging her old friend back. She glanced at his bow tie and said, "What are you wearing?"

"Hm? Oh, my bow tie! I wear bow ties now. Bow ties are cool."

Martha shook her head in the same way a mother shakes her head when her child runs off to do something stupid. "If you say so. Anyway, come inside."

The Doctor followed Martha into the impeccably clean house, glancing around at the photos on the walls. There was one of Mickey and Martha, smiling in a hammock, and another one of Martha's mother. Snapshots of time.

"Mickey's away on a job," Martha explained. "He won't be back for a day or two." The Doctor nodded, still studying the photographs.

"And Donna? Where is she?" he asked.

"She and Wilfred are driving over. They'll be here any moment, I expect." As though predicting the future, the door suddenly burst open to reveal Donna, fiery and loud as ever, along with Wilfred.
"Alright, where is that skinny alien in a suit?" she asked, glancing around the house looking for the Doctor's last regeneration. Meanwhile, the Doctor had moved into the kitchen and was now stuffing his face with jammy dodgers. "Who's this guy?" Donna asked.

"If's me," he held up a finger and swallowed. "Sorry, it's me! The Doctor!"

"Wait, no! You can't be the Doctor, he's got...sticky-up hair and a trench coat!" Wilfred protested. "Come on now, stop playing games. I've thought he was dead since Donna's wedding!"

"Wilfred when I last saw you I gave you a lotto ticket with the numbers 07 18 23 45 66 90 on it." The Doctor said matter-of-factly.

"My God, he is the Doctor! Come 'ere!" Wilfred hugged his old friend and smiled, tears running down his face.

"Wait, what the bloody hell is going on? You weren't at my wedding!" Donna asked. "Well, whatever, just give me a hug alien boy!" The two best friends hugged for the first time in years. The Doctor loved hugs; they always made a person feel warm afterwards.

"Yeah I could use a bit of an explanation as well. Tell us what happened to you, Doctor." Martha suggested.

The Doctor sighed. "Alright, but you may want to sit down. It's a long story."