This idea came to me while I was watching Christmas in Connecticut.
Doctor Who and Christmas in Connecticut don't belong to me.
Enjoy, feedback is highly appreciated. Very highly.
New Year's In London
Chapter One: Getting To Know You
1
The Doctor also known as John Smith walked down the street minding his own business, occasionally he would look up at the people passing by and smile at them.
It was Boxing Day and most of the shops were full of people buying things, it was freezing outside but that didn't stop the hustle and bustle. After Christmas sales, earth was so predictable, even in bad weather people still found the energy and courage to go shopping and to watch football matches in the freezing stadiums.
He smiled to himself. That was one of the reasons he loved earth so much. People.
A woman pulling a young boy of about three came running out of one of the shops, "help me," she cried and grabbed his coat, "please help me. He's trying to take my son."
"Who?" the Doctor asked.
Tyres screeched and a car stopped in front of them. Two men and a woman got out.
"Meredith, hand him over or else," one of the women said.
The woman who had run out of the shop shook her hand.
The man began to shoot at them. This is happening in the middle of a London street, the Doctor couldn't believe it, in broad daylight.
Without thinking the Doctor stepped in front of Meredith and her son. Somehow the bullets missed him completely.
The police came over and took the trio away.
The Doctor lay on the ground wondering if he was going to die. I wonder what I'll look like in my new body.
"He's awake," he heard a voice say.
He opened his eyes and looked around. Meredith was kneeling over him. He was still in the street, somehow he had survived. He was still alive. Alive.
A local news network carried the story and overnight the Doctor, Dr. John Smith was a hero. He was the man who had not let a woman and her son be killed. In addition to that, his actions had helped the police stop a gang of dangerous criminals; The Lennox Three, as they called themselves.
2
Martha Jones entered her office. She was late for work. Again. I'm probably getting fired today, she thought to herself. Thankfully there was no one in the room. She took a deep breath and put her bag down and smiled to herself.
"I saw that," somebody said behind her, "the sigh of relief."
"Rose," Martha turned pulling her friend in for a hug, "you gave me a fright. I thought it was Mr. Saxon."
Martha Jones and Rose Tyler had been best friends forever. They had grown up in the same neighbourhood, attended the same schools and had even found jobs at the same place.
"So why are you late Dr. Jones?" Rose teased her friend, Martha had gone to medical school and qualified as a doctor before ditching it all and becoming a celebrity chef.
"You know, the family, family stuff," Martha replied and they both burst out laughing.
Dr. Martha Jones was known countrywide as the doctor who had left the medical profession behind to cook and look after her family. She had a top rated TV show and had written many books. All of her books were bestsellers. In fact she was the bestselling author in the country; her books had inspired families to better eating habits and general good health. Martha Jones was a household name.
The truth which only four, well six people knew was that Martha Jones couldn't even boil water to save herself. Donna Noble, another great friend of Rose and Martha's, her partner Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Rose's on-again and off-again boyfriend, and Martha's producer Harold Saxon. These people knew Martha's secret out of necessity.
Rose Tyler was the genius behind the recipes and the great food that was featured on Martha's show, "Great Eating Great Life," while Donna was actually the author of all the ten bestsellers that Martha was supposed to have written.
Donna had invented the family, a husband and two girls for Martha, to make her more appealing to audiences and the public had eaten it up. It was a credit to her writing that no one had ever wondered why they never saw them at all.
All Martha was left with was looking good for the camera and learning her lines well. In fact she sometimes complained that being photogenic was the only thing in her favour.
"Has The Master been looking for me?" Martha asked Rose. The Master was their nickname for Harold Saxon, because of the way he lorded it over them.
"No," Rose replied, "but Donna is."
"Let's go then." Martha went with Rose down to the legal department where Donna worked as the chief Studio legal representative. She edited children's books in her spare time which was how she had begun writing Martha's column and later the books.
"Martha," Donna said, "you're here finally. What took you so long?"
"What can I say? Having a fabulous husband and two gorgeous children," Martha replied.
They all laughed at their inside joke.
"What's up?" Martha asked.
"Well in your new book you talk about hunting. How you have a tradition for hunting the goose for your New Year special meal."
"What?" Martha was shocked, "What? I hate geese and I can't even shoot."
"Just wanted to you give a heads-up," Donna smiled, "it was The Master's idea."
"Where does that man get his ideas? With each book they become more -," she broke off. Rose was poking her furiously in the side.
Harold Saxon had walked into the room.
"My dear Martha, how nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Martha smiled at him while Donna and Rose disappeared.
"We're on in twenty minutes, so it's time for make-up," he told her and took her hand, leading her off.
3
"Time off at last," Rose came dancing into Martha's office later that evening, "it's been a long year. I love to cook but man; some of those recipes were pure murder."
"Can't blame me for that," Martha told her, "you came up with all of them."
"Well, we have a reputation to maintain," they smiled at each other.
"Mickey is coming home tonight so, you're on your own," Rose told her.
"I take it it's on again," Martha teased her.
"Oh yes, we're thinking of getting married," Rose told her, showing her the ring. It was a beautiful platinum ring with a sapphire stone.
"Mickey proposed," they did a happy dance, "Mickey proposed."
"When?" Martha asked, "How come I missed that ring this morning?"
"I didn't have it then. He proposed a few minutes ago."
They screamed and danced some more.
"Where is he?" Martha asked.
"Outside, I asked him to give me time to tell you."
Martha ran and opened the door, "get in here, you," she told Mickey who was standing outside the door. The three of them hugged and laughed and danced.
Donna walked in and joined the dance.
4
The harsh knocking at the door woke Martha up. She looked at the clock, 2:47 am. Who was knocking at her door and what did they want.
She got out of bed and walked to the door.
Harold Saxon stood outside her flat. She pulled her robe closer around her body.
"Harry, do you know what time it is?" she asked him.
"Yes it's about three o'clock. Don't tell me you were sleeping," he brushed by her into the sitting room.
He picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
"Have you seen the news?" he asked her.
"Yes, Harry," she replied, "I watched it. How Dr. Smith stood in the line of fire and took the bullets meant for a young mother and her son. Yippee. What has that got to do with me, especially at this time?."
Harold Saxon looked at Martha like she was to be pitied.
"Guess what the hero asked for? What will make his day?" he asked her.
"A medal from the Queen?"
"Better, when he was interviewed he said that his favourite author was none other Dr. Martha Jones and that eating one of your Michelin star meals would make his day."
"Really?" Martha couldn't believe it.
"You haven't heard the best part yet," Saxon was excited. "The chief invited him to meet your family, see firsthand how the magic is created."
"What?" Martha couldn't believe Saxon was even considering it.
"Yes, the hero gets to meet and spend time with his hero. Martha we'll be more famous and even richer than we are now," Saxon was almost dancing with joy.
"No," Martha refused.
"Yes," Saxon insisted, "this is the break we have been waiting for."
"He wants to meet the Joneses," Martha told Saxon.
"And he will."
"Meet the Joneses?" Martha asked him.
"Yes," Saxon still didn't get the point Martha was trying to make.
Martha looked at him, "but aren't you forgetting an important point? There are no Joneses," she was almost screaming.
"That's a minor detail. I can pretend to be your husband, no one really knows me. I am behind the scenes most of the time and my nieces can be your daughters."
"I see you've thought of everything then," Martha said sarcastically.
"I aim to please."
Martha shook her head, "this is my time off. Time off I deserve, I haven't had time off in almost two years and I don't have to pretend to cook anymore. I'm not doing it."
"I didn't want to do this," Saxon said, "but I'm afraid if you don't you will lose your job and so will that little cook friend of yours." Saxon was always looking for ways to get rid of Rose, in spite of the fact that she actually did all the work.
Martha smiled thinly, "I guess I'll be meeting the good hero after all. However I have some conditions of my own. I choose my own pretend family."
"I figured you would say that but as your producer I am going to be your husband whether you want me or not, you see someone has to keep you in line. You can choose the rest of your family."
He walked to the door.
"See you tomorrow at 8 sharp, wife dearest."
Martha watched him leave thinking, why did I ever let things get this far?
What do you think? Should I continue or what/
