This is an AU detailing the life of Martha Jones and Mickey Smith after the events of The Stolen Earth/Journey's End but before The End of Time. The majority of this AU is written from Martha's perspective. It is written in chronological order, unlike the River Song AU.

2008 - No more planets in the sky

The world was safe again. We all saved it, the Doctors, the companions, me. I really have missed this part, when we know we have done good. It's been great seeing everyone again. Blimey I won't forget this for a while. Jack was telling me about freelance.

'You know, I'm not sure about UNIT these days. Maybe there's something else you could be doing.'
'Like what?'
'Well… we- we lost Tosh and Owen last summer. Heard about the Cardiff apocalypse?'

Everyone knew about the Cardiff explosions. Fifteen of them, ravaged the entire city. More than 2000 people died in one night. I remember sitting in the living room, worrying about Jack and the team, wondering if they had a part in the devastation.

'How?' I expressed my concern now.
'Tosh was shot in the stomach, she bled to death. Owen was destroyed alive at the nuclear plant after being sealed in. They saved the city, and the country.'

A sudden wave of remorse flooded her, as she commemorated Tosh and Owen's bravery. But something didn't add up.

'Jack… are you asking me to go Torchwood?' Once more, he flashed that stupid smile of his that charmed all the ladies (and half the men) and nodded his head. That was when someone jolted me from the back.

'Hey, you two!'
'Ugh, I thought we'd got rid of you.'

November 2008, a dilapidated warehouse near the Danish-German border - 9.59pm

What on earth made me join UNIT? I never thought I'd be stuck in a cold dank warehouse, surrounded by frankly brutish soldiers watching people die at the hands of aliens. This one is vicious. Some sort of creature made out of living rock. It's murdered 18 people already. They were burned to cinders, nothing left. That's all I seem to smell now, the smell of death. I thought, being a doctor that I could overcome that side of the job. But being at UNIT, there's no remorse, or pity, or kindness towards those who perished under alien threats: it's beginning to anger me.

Suddenly, a huge explosion blows a chunk of metal from the wall behind us and slices a soldier apart. Another gets knocked unconscious by a massive rock the size of an oven. It's raining outside, but it's not water. It's violent purple: blood. As I look up to survey the site outside, I see someone running. I know that face… hmm… ah yeah, now I remember. Mickey Smith… He gave me his number.

February, 2009 - Colonel Mace's office, UNIT headquarters

As a stressful Colonel Mace sits down for the first time all day, he finds a letter on his desk. Addressed to him, in neat type, sits a resignation form.

April 2009 - A house in Bexley, London

'So, Martha. Why am I the lucky one to be stuck with you as a freelance?'

Mickey Smith was delighted. He knew from the minute he saw her inside the Crucible that she was more than Rose could ever be. He loved her. And, although he didn't know it yet, she loved him.

Martha Jones adapted quickly to freelancing. She had been given some tips from Sarah Jane after a meeting they had last month. 1, Always keep your best trick hidden. 2, Confidence. 3, Here's my number…and so on. She knew that Mickey wanted her to join him, and that he liked her. However, she remained under a false pretense of not noticing, she learned from her mistakes with a certain Doctor. As they both received reports of a flare in Central London, they knew that they couldn't fight this battle. CCTV reports were coming in of the bus. They both knew of the man sitting with an Easter egg poised beneath a cold woman's face.

September 28th, 2009 - Mr and Mrs Smith.

In an old church in France, on a warm summers day, a couple express their love through the gift of matrimony. The couple talk of how they will always love each other, even when Judoon rain down upon the planet, or when the Slitheen try and fart their way to profit. It ends with a kiss, and a silent response, as this wedding is not traditional. Both are wearing black, and are currently fighting a band of criminals who have been torturing a groups of one eyed people called Skullion. Just as she is about to return the ring, one man shoots a round of bullets at her, only missing her by a hair's length.

September 31st, 2009 - British News

'Church collapses in southern France.'
Reports have come in today about a derelict church on the outskirts of Biarittz, France. A couple, both appear to be in their late 20s, have been seen acting suspiciously around the time of the collapse, and were seen hijacking a car in the early hours of the 29th. If any witnesses wish to come forward…

November 23rd, 2009 - Sontaran Subjugation

Martha runs through a wrecked wasteland in the middle of nowhere. She's just tried to kill a Sontaran, who is the advance party for the annihilation of the planet after the failed attempt by their clone batch last year. Her husband, speedily prepares another assault on the short alien, hoping that the bullets will get a hit. As they prepare, the Sontaran stealthily readies himself on a walkway, aiming his blaster at Martha's head. He licks his lips, almost tasting the glory and satisfaction of restoring the honour of his dead brothers. His finger hovers on the trigger, each muscle becoming more tantalised at the prospect of firing. Just then, he collapses at the blow of his probic vent with a mallet. On the walkway behind him, a saviour stands silent.

Surveying their landscape, the freelancer sees someone who she's longed to see. The Doctor. Her body almost numbs at the sight, but her mind races at why he's not with them.

'Mickey.' She indicates to the Doctor.
'Hey!'

For some strange reason, their friend just waves goodbye, and walks away. As their expressions show concern, Mickey takes hold of his wife, as though shielding her from the emotions that she could potentially be experiencing. At least they have each other.