Hullo! Sorry for my few month haitus! But now I'm back... And I deleted a few stuffs, but now I'm adding new stuff. This is set somewhere before Rory joined the Doctor Crew, I don't nessarily know when. This is suprisingly not a one-shot, and it's going to be pretty long. Soo, enjoy!
1. She Shows Up at the Door
There was a knock at the door, which was rather unusual in the TARDIS. Amy Pond had learned from her travels with the Doctor that people usually just walked by the TARDIS like it wasn't even there. So who could possibly be at the door? Ravinous, evil alien images flipped through her head, but killer aliens don't usually knock. Taking a deep breath, Amy approached the door and pressed it open.
Standing there was a young girl, she couldn't be much older than twenty-five, with dark skin and frizzy black hair. Her smile creased slowly downwards, like Amy was not the person she had expected to open the door. "Hullo," she greeted, in an unmistakeable British accent. "Is this the TARDIS?"
Amy had no idea what to say. So, she stammered, "W-who's asking?"
The young woman smiled slightly a bit more. "Martha Smith," she said. "I used to travel with the Doctor. You're his new companion now, I'm guessing? Whatever happened to a certain Donna Noble? Has he ever told you about her? Or Rose Tyler? Or Jack Harkness? Or Mickey Smith? Or me? When I traveled with him, I was still Martha Jones." That name clicked. The Doctor had mentioned Martha on many occasions, accompanied by the fact that she had fancied him. Amy's eye caught on the wedding band on Martha's finger, but suspicion still rose in her. Martha could be divorced or something, and wanting to go after the Doctor. And Amy had decided a little while before that she wanted the Doctor, and she wanted him to love her. With the sudden appearance of an old friend would throw off her only chance with him.
"Umm... Yeah... He's mentioned you," Amy tried.
Martha's smile gain aptitude. "That's great!" she grinned. "At least he didn't leave me behind and forget about me. Who are you?"
"A-amelia Pond," she said. "Call me Amy. I like it better."
"Hullo, Amy. It's nice to meet you!" Martha's eyes wandered past Amy's face, obviously searched for the Doctor somewhere concealed in the TARDIS. She seemed to know the obvious places where the Doctor wandered about. Amy then began to wonder just how many other companions he had had before her. That was a question to ask for another time. The Doctor could appear at any moment, and Amy didn't want him thinking about bringing Martha along. Amy would have usually been estatic to have another companion to talk to, someone who knew the knowledge of Earth, so she wouldn't feel so stupid when she didn't know what he was talking about and he gave her that look like you really don't know what I'm talking about?On numerous occasions, Amy had considered asking the Doctor to return to Leadworth for Rory, her boyfr- fiance. She had to remember to call him her fiance. After all, they were getting married in the morning. But Martha is an obvious love connection for the Doctor, and that was the last thing Amy wanted.
That's awful selfish, Amy's inner mind criticized. Wanting the Doctor all to yourself is sort of, well, selfish.
Amy shook her thoughts off. She looked back up just in time to hear Martha Smith ask, "Is the Doctor around and not busy enough to, um, chat with his old companion?"
Amy swallowed hard. "Oh, yeah, hold please," and she hurriedly shut the door roughly in Martha's face, and ran to where she knew the Doctor was lingering. He was deep underneath the TARDIS, so he had been unable to hear their conversation above. An evil plan quickly formed in her mind, and she raced down the steps decending to the place where the Doctor would be. She was incredibly relieved when he saw him there.
"Doctor! Doctor!" she cried, trying her best to put on a panicked face and fake tears in her eyelids.
The Time Lord popped up from underneath tubing and wiring. "Hunh?" he inquired, then saw her face and literally flew from his mess and to her side.
"It's-it's..." Amy let out a fake sob. "There's a creature out there! It's huge and evil, and it said it wanted to kill you!"
The Doctor's expression changed to confused.
"It's gigantic, and I'm pretty sure it's worse than the Daleks, the Eyeball Thingies, and all that other stuff!"
The Doctor considered it. "I can think of very- well, nothing that's worse than the Daleks..."
"But it wants to destory us!" Amy cried. "You need to get the TARDIS into the Time Vortex thingy before it crushes the Space around us!"
"Uhh..." the Doctor showed sympathy because he was a sucker for girls/women crying. Amy knew this well from numerous occasions, especially the one on Starship UK when they pushed themselves into all that business. "Let me look at-"
"NO!" Amy cut him off, but he had already starting asending the steps, to the door. "No, no, no, no..." Amy continued whispering. She followed him up. When he approached the door and threw it open, his expression was hidden to her. Martha Smith was still standing there, smiling, but only slightly. Amy, in fear of being seen by either, hid behind the TARDIS console as the Doctor's voice sounded cheerfully, "Martha Jones!"
"Smith," when the Doctor looked confused, Martha continued, "Martha Smith." she tried a smile. "Is the Doctor there?"
"I am the-" he paused, then slammed himself in the head. "Oh yes, that's right. Who'd you marry? Oh, you married Mickey, right? Someone needs to look after that waste of space with no life," he shook his head. "The last time I saw you..." he stopped to check his watch. "Ooh yes, quite a while back. The Sontaran thing, right? Yes, yes. Yeah, I am the Doctor." he circled his face with his hand. "Eleventh. Regenerated. Hullo."
Martha's face twisted from total confusion to a warm grin. She embraced him happily, and he wrapped his arms around her. "Sorry for the sudden enterance," the Doctor said, and the breath caught in Amy's throat. "She said that there was some sort of huge, worse-than-Dalek creature that wanted to crush the TARDIS at the door," he looked around for Amy, but when he was unsucessful, he turned back to Martha. "She must have been mistaken."
"Yeah," Martha agreed. "Mickey and Jack really want to see you. Fancy a trip?"
"Do I ever," the Doctor nodded. "Amy?"
Amy reluctantly emerged from her hidding place, stricken with fear, but trying not to show it. He doesn't look mad... Amy thought lightly. "Yeah?"
"I'm going to see a few old companions of mine, yeah? Do you wanna come?"
Amy nodded, trying to show fake enthusiasm. "Yeah! Sure."
The Doctor grinned. "Great! Time to ship off!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Amy thought she saw something flicker on the screen. But when she looked, there was nothing there. Must be my imagination, Amy clarified. I am much more jittery than usual. She eagerly followed the Doctor out the door. She shut it behind her, sighing. The Doctor locked it, and they were off on their way.
Behind them, inside the TARDIS, a face a appeared on the screen. Not a very nice face. Not at all.
Ooh, I love a good cliffhanger. Who do you think is on the screen? It's someone you know well! The next chapter should be due within the next week or so. If I'm late than I'll torture myself in my own way! I love, love, love reviews, and it helps me write faster, so a quick click to the review button would be easy, right? Thanks sooo much! Love to y'all!
