Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Martha or Jack or NYC (I've never even been there) or the Statue of Liberty (isn't that a public artifact?) or The Doctor or Time Lords (there's only one left!) or anything else that's in here that you're getting angry at because you own it and you think I'm taking credit or something.

So here's my second of three stories to publish today! This is a continuation of my Jack/Martha stories, so if you haven't read them maybe you should. It isn't necessary though.

I'm drinking coffee now! :)

Martha Jones stared out her hotel room window, watching it grow dark in New York City. She spotted the Statue of Liberty, and giggled, imagining Jack standing at the top. He would hate it.

"What are you laughing at?" a voice said behind her.

Martha turned around and let out a scream. "Jack! You're in New York City!"

"I am?" Jack glanced around. "I wondered what the attendant meant when she said 'Welcome to NYC.' I thought she was kidding. Would you believe me if I said I meant to be on a plane to the Russian Federation?"

Martha giggled. "Nope. I wouldn't. But how did you get in my hotel room?"

"The woman at the desk couldn't help but say yes to an extremely handsome guy like me," Jack said, winking.

Martha rolled her eyes. "It's a man at the desk."

"Well, he couldn't either," Jack said defensively. "I'm totally awesome and perfect and-get this-I look like some guy called Bradley Peet."

"You don't look anything like Brad Pitt," Martha said, laughing. "Like not anything. Who told you that you did?"

"I don't need people to tell me things," Jack informed her. "I know everything. I get around."

"Even The Doctor doesn't know everything," Martha said knowingly. "It's humanly impossible. And Time Lordly impossible."

"You telling me a fish can know everything?" Jack said, grinning at her silliness.

"I bet there's a fish that knows more then you," Martha said, giggling. "Maybe even a spider."

"That's rude, anyway," Jack said defensively, holding up his hands.

"I'm just a big fan of the truth," Martha said, her hands on her hips, though she was having difficulty keeping a straight face.

"How can I get you to shut up?" Jack said, looking quite similar to Martha.

"Admit I'm right?" Martha suggested, smiling smugly. "That might work."

"How about this?"

And just as New York lit up under the 22nd floor window, Jack kissed her.

Did you like it? I hope so. And a big thanks to justareader13 who has been reading this continuation since the beginning and gave me the idea to continue it too! :)

Linley :)