Chapter 1
Martha
"Where are we going, Doctor?" Amy asked curiously as the Doctor leaned over the TARDIS console with an uptight expression on his face, "Only you look a little tense."
"Amelia Pond," he started, still typing away at the typewriter.
"Williams." Rory corrected automatically, both Amy and the Doctor shot him a glare and he stepped back, putting his hands in the air, "I was merely stating the fact that she and I are married and her last name is now Williams."
"Not if I don't want it to be." Amy snapped, causing Rory to drop the subject immediately in fear of his wife.
"We are going fifteen years into the future." He said, acting like Rory had never spoken while finishing off his typing with a flourish and pointing a finger at Amy with a smile.
"Fifteen years?" Amy said, her face falling, "No offence, Doctor, but after all we've been through fifteen years seems like a pit stop."
"Trust me, Amy, we're going to need something from that time period." The Doctor said fiddling with a few levers as the trademark noise of the TARDIS started up.
"Would you care to tell us what that is?" Amy said, flipping her bright orange hair around to look at the doctor as he ran in a full circle around the console.
"Patience, Pond. You'll see." He said, flicking a few more switches as the noise faded away, telling them that they had landed. The doctor jumped up and ran to the door immediately, licking his finger and holding it up outside.
"Fifteenth of June 2027, Brooklyn, New York City, a temperature of approximately 13 degrees and chances of rain later." He said, earning an eye roll from Amy.
"I am so past being impressed when you do that, Doctor." She said, sauntering down the stairs towards him, "Now let's go and get whatever we need."
"We don't need to." The Doctor said slyly, "She'll come to us."
"She?" Amy asked in confusion, "What are you talking about Doctor?" she chased him back up towards the console.
"I'm estimating we have about thirty seconds before you find out." The doctor said, looking down at his watch. All Amy could do was wait and watch the door.
"Martha!" Mickey yelled, running up their garden path to their city home in Brooklyn. Martha got up and rushed to the window, she knew by the note of urgency in his voice that this was serious.
"Mickey," she yelled back, "What's wrong, is it Natasha? Or did Tish have the baby a month early?"
"No," Mickey said, craning his neck up to look at his wife of fourteen years.
"What then?" Martha said in frustration, "I'm busy."
"It's him." Mickey said a wide smile on his face, "It's the doctor!"
"No way" Martha breathed in complete shock.
"Yes way!" Mickey exclaimed, jumping into the air, "It's either that or they've put up an old blue police box in fifth avenue."
"Oh my god." Martha said, clapping her hand to her mouth as she sprinted down the stairs and out of the door, running faster than she had run in years to catch up to Mickey, who had already run off.
Fifth avenue was only a few blocks from their house, which made it a short but exhausting run. Martha caught up with Mickey about half way there and the two of them ran together, looking like they did when they were hunting aliens.
Turning the corner onto fifth avenue, the two of them stopped dead at the sight of the blue box, just sitting there half way down the street.
"Oh my god, Mickey it's really him!" Martha exclaimed, hugging Mickey tightly and the two of them began to run towards the box, both with smiles plastered on their faces.
A sudden banging on the door made Amy jump, managing to elbow Rory in the face as she jumped back.
"Ow, Amy!" Rory said, only to have Amy's hand connect with his arm.
"Shut up, moron." She whispered, jabbing her thumb at the door, which the doctor had just eagerly jumped towards, opening the doors with such force that they almost banged shut again.
"Martha Jones…" he said, standing there looking at a dark skinned woman and another dark skinned man who looked like her husband, if the ring on her finger was anything to go by, "oh and you've brought Mickey the idiot with you! Hello Mickey!"
Martha took a step back, "But.., you're not the doctor." She said, a confused expression coming over her face.
"Oh damn it," The doctor exclaimed in frustration, "I knew I should've gone and got Rose first!" and then in a resigned voice, he said, "Brand new face, eleventh."
"Doctor," Amy said, walking towards him cautiously, "Who are they?"
"Oh, right, introductions. Amelia Pond, Martha Jones and Mickey Smith, Martha Jones and Mickey Smith, Amelia Pond… and that man up there is Rory Williams." The doctor said, peering around the TARDIS railing to see Rory still sitting in his chair.
"Hello," Rory said with a slight wave.
"He's definitely the doctor, Martha." Mickey said, "Rose told me about his ability to regenerate, it means he takes on a whole new look, kind of like extreme plastic surgery. This is the third form I've seen you in, Doctor." The last sentence was directed at the doctor.
"Yes… well, I've known you a long time… stop making me feel older than I already am." The doctor said, shaking a finger at Mickey as he ran back up to the console and started flicking more switches.
"What are you doing?" Martha asked, coming inside and looking around the new TARDIS, which had changed a bit since her endeavours inside it.
"I'm going to get Rose, then Donna, then Jack, you remember all of them don't you?" he said, keying in coordinates.
"Of course I do… doctor I can't leave. Our daughter is at school, she can't come home to an empty house. Mickey and I didn't exactly leave a note for her did we?" Martha said, obviously having gotten over the fact that the doctor had changed since she'd last seen him while she and Mickey were being hunted by Sontarens.
"Well then by all means bring her along. We'll collect her." The doctor said, hitting the same key a few times in succession for new coordinates.
"A-alright," Martha said, slightly taken aback by his offer, "She goes to Fort Hamilton High."
"Consider it done." The doctor said, punching in some coordinates and smashing his hand down on a switch, causing the TARDIS to jolt abruptly as it jumped through space.
"Go on then," The Doctor said, snapping his fingers and watching the doors open, "Go and get your daughter."
With a fleeting look at each other, Mickey and Martha ran out of the TARDIS. The moment that they were out of earshot, the questions that Amy had bubbled over.
"Who were they? Why do you need them? How do you know them? Who are Rose, Donna and Jack? What did he mean 'regenerate'" Amy asked in quick succession.
"Slow down, Pond," The doctor said, placing his hands on Amy's shoulders and forcing her down into a chair. "That was Martha Jones and Mickey Smith, although I have a nasty suspicion that it's Martha Smith-Jones no w, seeing as they have a daughter and all."
"Of course she's married you twat! Didn't you see the ring?" Amy said, rolling her eyes at the Doctor's lack of notice.
"They were old companions of mine, like Rory and yourself, as were Rose, Donna and Jack." The doctor continued as if Amy had never commented on the fact that he hadn't noticed Martha's ring.
"Regeneration is when a time lord is so badly injured that we really should die, but because we can live for hundreds of years it's not that easy, so we simply take on a new form." He continued.
"Okay…" Amy said slowly, "Makes some sense, but what do you need them for?"
"That, my dear Amelia, you will find out soon enough." The doctor said, tapping the side of his nose as Martha and Mickey re-entered the TARDIS, a girl who looked about thirteen between them. She was the absolute spitting image of Martha, except for the nose, that nose was Mickey's.
"Oh my god, mum, it's true! It's bigger on the inside." The girl said, clapping a hand to her mouth.
"You told her about me?" the Doctor questioned,
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did." Martha said, guiding her daughter up the stairs.
"And she believed you?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. I did." The girl said, putting her schoolbag down at the foot of the stairs and making her way up them, looking at the controls with awe in her eyes.
"What's your name?" the doctor asked, curiously leaning in toward s Martha's daughter, "Should I be flattered?"
"My name's not Doctor, if that's what you're wondering." She said, looking at the Doctor as if he was mad, "It's Natasha if you must know, Natasha Smith-Jones."
"Well, Natasha, you're a very wise girl… for believing your mother, that is." He winked at her before dedicating his attention back to the console, doing some timey-wimey thing with the controls.
"Who are you?" Natasha asked, looking at Amy and Rory, "Mum, you didn't mention these people?"
"I only met them today." Martha admitted, "But that's Amelia and that's Rory." Martha said, pointing at each of them in turn.
"Just call me Amy." Amy said, holding out her hand for the thirteen year old to shake. "Everyone does."
Natasha took Amy's hand, "Nice to meet you, Amy."
"Right!" The doctor exclaimed, pressing a button which set off the noise that told them that the TARDIS was moving. "Next stop, Rose Tyler,"
"But she's in the parallel world!" Mickey exclaimed, "You can't go there, you'll rip a hole in the universe!"
"I know," the Doctor smiled, "It's brilliant isn't it?"
AN: Hello Sweetie!
I was re-watching End of Time Part 2 and immediately felt like writing a Martha/Mickey fic, but this has been brewing in my mind ever since I watched season 6 for the fifth time, so I figured I'd combine them. Just a reminder that this is AU! (heh, that's ironic) which means that Donna can remember the Doctor after End of Time Part 2 when she wakes up and getting through to the parallel world is because it's fragile after being ripped open so many times.
If there's anything else that you need clarification on, please don't hesitate to ask. This was written at two in the morning because my muse started to blow, and when it blows it doesn't stop.
Anyway! I reviews and concrit would be welcome! Thank you dears