The Return of Martha Jones

A/N: Okay guys, here it is. I hope you like it. I'm so excited about writing this and since it's a sequel I really need to know what you think.


They crossed the street. The Doctor threw his arms around Amy and Rory. He hoped they didn't see his somber expression. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face walking past them and talking on her cell phone. He turned Amy and Rory around.

"I thought we were going to the museum?" They said in unison.

"No, there's something else we have to do." He grinned. "You're about to meet a very stunning, remarkable, incredibly intelligent woman. And her name is Martha!"


Chapter one:Hello, Martha, I'm the Doctor…again


"Who's Martha?" Amy said. "You mentioned her name last night?"

"She's someone I traveled with once. I had a dream about her and I believe the TARDIS was telling me something."

"Ohh, so that's why you woke us up."

"I didn't mean to. Sorry."

"I still see her," Rory said.

"I know, and I'm not letting her out of my sight."

"How long have you traveled together?" He wondered.

"Well, for a while."

"What happened to her?" Amy interrupted.

"She left."

"Why?"

"Long story."

"Look," Rory said, "She's going into that store."

"Yes, I see. Rory, Amy…we have to be really careful not to scare her off."

"Why do we have to be careful?" Amy asked. "Why don't you just tell her who you are?"

"It may be too much of a shock. I'll just tell her I'm…Matt for now."

"But if you take too long, she might be upset, pretending you're someone named Matt."

They went inside the clothing store. Martha looked around for a dress. She wore a black dress, thin straps on her shoulders and her hair was pushed back with a pink head band. The Doctor, Amy and Rory pretended that they were looking for something. The Time Lord eyed her keenly. His eyes were wide at a familiar dress…the one she wore in his dream. He grabbed it off the rack and held the dress in front of his face.

"I think this looks better on you." He peeked at her from behind the dress and grinned.

"What?"

"I think it looks better. Try it on."

"And why should I try it on? I don't even know you."

"Trust me, try it on."

"Well it is pretty."

"I know."

Martha looked at him cautiously. "I don't know why I'm trying it on for a strange bloke but I'll do it."

Martha had gone inside the dressing room. The Doctor waved Amy and Rory to come over.

"What happened?" Rory inquired.

"Well I got her to try on a dress."

"Did you tell her who you are?"

"Well…no."

"What are you waiting for? She'll think you're a strange bloke."

"That's what she said, but I can't tell her now. I want to do it carefully."

Martha came out and stood in front of the mirror. She smiled.

"I like it."

"I knew it would look good on you."

"Thank you. For a bloke, you know what women like. "

"Oh, these are my friends…Amy and Rory Pond."

"Hello, Amy. Hello, Rory."

"And you are?"

"Martha, and you?"

"Matt."

"Nice to meet you Matt." She had gone back inside the dressing room.

They didn't wait long. Martha came out with the dress on her arm.

"I'll pay for it."

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes, I do." The Doctor snatched the dress out of her hand.

Martha's brows furrowed. "Is he always like this?"

"Oh, yeah," Amy nodded. "He's pretty much like that."

"But," Rory said, "He's nice…a bit eccentric but nice."

"Where did you meet him?"

"Um," Amy had to think of something quick. "He's our neighbor."

"It's yours."

His voice startled Martha and she looked around at the Doctor holding a bag. "Thank you! That was quick."

She stared into his green eyes, trying to understand how she felt. It was as if she had known him before, but where? Déjà vu.

"It's a lovely day," The Doctor said and smiled. "Take a stroll with us."

"It is a nice day. We needed a break from the rain. Okay."

They left the store. Amy and Rory followed behind them.

"What is he doing?" Amy whispered to Rory.

I don't know? He has to have a plan."

"Well, he better do something soon. We can't just walk around all day."

"So, Martha, what do you do?"

"I'm a doctor. What do you do?"

"I travel—a lot."

"Travel where?"

"Here and there."

"What's here and what's there?"

"What if I told you I was a time traveler?"

Martha chuckled. "And I would say that you're mad."

Suddenly, her eyes were wide with fear. There had been a green light and an elderly couple was stuck in the middle of the street. The woman fell down and Martha rushed to help her.

Martha!" The Doctor yelled and ran after Martha. Amy and Rory weren't far behind.

Martha saw a car and it looked like it wasn't going to stop. She picked up the woman and pushed her and the man out of the way.

"Stop!" Martha screamed.

The Doctor grabbed her just before the car hit them. They tumbled onto the ground.

"Doctor! Martha!" Amy shouted.

While people were helping the elderly couple, The Doctor and Martha lay on the pavement.

"Doctor?" Amy said, kneeling over him.

"I'm all right." He answered, somewhat disoriented. He jumped up and saw Rory bent over Martha.

"How is she?"

"She's unconscious." Rory told him.

Frantic, he held her hand. "Martha…not again!"

The Doctor picked her up. "I have to take her to the TARDIS."

They hurried as much as they could to the blue box. Once they were inside, he carried her to the medical room. Amy and Rory followed. Gently, he put Martha onto the bed.

"Martha." He grasped her hand and took out the sonic screwdriver. He scanned her head down to her feet and than back up to her head. "She has a slight concussion and some bruises."

"Is she going to be all right?" Amy asked.

The Doctor looked up at the ceiling. "What are you trying to do? Torture me?! You bad, bad girl."

The TARDIS hummed indignantly.

"Okay, okay." He switched on the sonic screwdriver again and held it above her head. He then held it over the bruises on her arms and legs. "She's all right now." The Doctor put the screwdriver back inside his jacket. I'll watch her."

Amy and Rory left the room.

The Doctor plopped down in one of the chairs and sighed. He wondered what will happen now. She's going to want to know where she is, and it's not like she really trusted him yet. In his dream she accepted him. How will she be now? He heard her moan and she sat up.

"It's all right, Martha. You're in good hands."

"What happened? I remember the car and—someone pushed me to ground."

"I did."

Martha smiled. "You saved my life. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Awkward, he didn't know where to put his hands until he decided to cross his arms behind him. "I was told you had a slight concussion, that's all"

"What hospital am I in?"

"Hospital?"

"Yeah, what hospital did you take me to?"

"Well—"

"I am in a hospital?"

"Sought of."

"I'm not in a hospital am I? I'm in your flat. You're not a doctor so how could you know I had a concussion?"

"Martha-"

"I'm glad you saved my life but—I have to go"

The Doctor headed her off, standing against the door.

"I said let me go!"

"I have to tell you something."

She panicked and starting pushing his arm away from the door.

"Let me out!"

He let her out and bolted after her.

"Wait a minute," she said and looked around her. The corridors looked familiar.

"Martha!"

Confused, she picked up the pace, going round and round until she halted.

"Wha-"

She slowly stepped down the stairs. Her legs felt like they were ready to collapse beneath her any minute.

Martha looked around in shock at where she was... the TARDIS.

Amy was sitting on Rory's lap in the Captain's chair. They jumped up.

"Maybe I hit my head to hard. I mean, I'm back in the TARDIS?!"

She marched up to him. "Who are you?"

"You didn't tell her?" Amy yelled.

The Doctor waved her off.

"The only person I knew was a Time Lord, the Doctor who traveled in the TARDIS."

He ran his hands through his mop of hair. Feeling awkward again, he calmed down, licked his lips and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Martha…I'm the Doctor."

"No, you can't be."

He grinned and nodded.

Suddenly Martha's features became dark; her eyes narrowed and then she slapped him.

"Ouch!"

"Uh-oh," Rory said.

"This isn't good, "Amy replied.

TBC