Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger-wait, right now it's Doctor Who I don't own. Right? I don't own Hunger Games, either, though. None of it. Um, I don't own Martha or Jack or anything?

I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open. I stayed up last night to finish Book 2 of the Hunger Games. I stayed up until 6am, to be exact. And I woke up at 9:30. I'm drinking lots of black coffee like I always do on weekends, but still...

This is almost making me more tired, so here's a new Jack/Martha story that follows the same original storyline with my other Jack/Martha stories from before. If that makes sense. I don't even care.

Martha set off down the walk, her dark hair held back in a ponytail. It was really a beautiful day out, and everybody was away. Mum and Dad had gone to Bristol on holiday, Leo was out with his girlfriend, and Tish was off at work somewhere. It was so peaceful, just taking a walk in the warm sun.

"Martha!" someone was calling her. Thinking of the little neighbor boy, Martha turned around reluctantly.

"Yes, Dan-" she stopped and gave a squeal. "Jack! You can back!"

She could barely jump up in the air before he had swung his arms around her. "I said I would, and I don't lie," Jack said slightly indignantly. "I thought you'd be out walking."

"How?" Martha asked rather suspiciously, sitting down on a little rock wall by someone's garden. She doubted they would mind. "Have you and your Torchwood pals been tracking me or something?"

"Nope," Jack said with a mysterious air. "I just knew you would. But forget that. I have a week here!"

Martha smiled. "Really? Where are you staying?"

"Well," Jack said slowly, "I'm having a bit of trouble with hotels. They don't seem to have available first floor rooms."

"First floor rooms?"

"Again, I don't really dancing falling off a balcony and then waking up."

Martha giggled. "Everybody else DOESN'T wake up, and they live with the fear. You can, too."

Jack glanced nervously at her, then laughed. "I'll try it," he promised. "I wish I could get a room at Buckingham Palace, but apparently it's not a hotel!"

Martha smiled. "Imagine that. Did you hear the Queen's more then a tourist stunt, too?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you must've thought that sometime about Buckingham."

Martha shook her head. "I can honestly say I haven't. Not ever. Not even when I was 5."

"Are you trying to say I'm like a five-year-old?" Jack demanded. Then he grinned. "Oh well. Let's focus on me being here."

Martha smiled, and threw her arms around Jack's neck. It didn't matter that she teased him, that he was funny, that he understood her so well. He was here. And she loved him.

As he kissed her, she realized that she didn't care about leaving the Doctor anymore. He would move on, but she would be here. With Jack.

Did you like it? I hope you did. I'm publish my Gale/Katniss story and then I'm gonna go eat something and drink more coffee and try to stay awake because I was supposed to go to bed at midnight and I clearly didn't

Please review if you want, I'll be waiting for reviews. If you PM me or something and I respond incoherently, just assume I'm being possessed by tiredness.

It happens! Really!

I'm gonna go

Bye

Linley :)