Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Jack or Martha or Shaftesbury Avenue or cafes or London (okay now I'm just getting weird)

Just so you know, this has got to be the strangest story I've ever written. It is a follow up to my Martha/Jack stories, and this is (I'm thinking) Jack's second holiday to London (or to Martha anyway). It's just really really really strange, and you might find it funny or you might think I'm satanic. My sister thought it was funny, but she's definitely not your average (take that how you like, Lorraine).

Anyway, yes, I did write this on my iPhone in bed. This was the first one so I probably finished it around midnight. My next one, Cato/Glimmer (I wrote it due to requests and my sister's persistence) was written at about 1. I do write them in a row, but my sister had gone to bed after she gave me the ship and I did a bit of playing around before I finished it.

So here's the story!

Martha Jones sprinted along the road, not stopping to say hello to anybody or to sample the food outside of the new restaurant on Tottenham Court Road. Avoiding collisions, she threw herself into the café on Shaftesbury Avenue and called out, "Jack! I'm here!"

To her relief, she felt his arms go around her. He was here. He hadn't gone. "I know I'm late," she said breathlessly, "but I was working at the hospital."

"Oh," Jack said. "Were you helping somebody worthwhile?"

"Jack!" Martha pretended to be scandalized, but she smiled too. "Yes, it was a poor teenager who fell out a window."

Jack slid into a seat and frowned. "Did they live?"

Martha shrugged. "It had been handed over to intensive care by the time I left. I don't know."

Jack sighed. "If I fell off the Empire State Building, I'd live."

Martha smiled sympathetically, but the waitress, who was coming to take their order, snorted and said, "I doubt it, honey."

Martha burst out laughing, but Jack paused for a moment, as if trying to see if the moment was real, then said seriously, "You don't get many customers, do you?"

Martha was laughing even harder now. Jack looked pleased, the waitress offended.

"Nobody could fall off the Empire State Building and live! I was just saying!"

Martha gave a sympathetic look to the waitress, but also pointed out, "If Jack said he had a unicorn, you should just smile. You shouldn't laugh."

The waitress frowned. "Maybe I should ask if I can fly it," she snapped, storming away.

Martha put her hand over her mouth. Jack leaned in and whispered, "We apparently got a very sarcastic waitress."

"Shhhh!" Martha shushed him, but she was laughing too. His arm around her, they left the café.

Did you like it? Did you find it funny? Do you think I'm weird? Well, I don't live like that or anything, I just thought maybe the sarcastic waitress would be funny, and then I didn't know how to end it. So yeah.

Please review if you can! You don't have to, but if you want... I know very rarely do people click on author's profiles and read other stories by them, but after I publish my Cato/Glimmer story I will have 30 stories up. Tomorrow is only my two week anniversary of story writing, too, so that's a lot I think! I actually wonder why everybody doesn't have that amount. Are there actually people that have lives away from FanFiction?

No, that's crazy. I'm sorry for being so stupid.

Linley :)