Okay, in one of the series with Rose, she asked him if he had ever had a family. He said that he had a son once. This is my story of the Doctor and Martha ever met up with him. Me no own Doctor Who, sadly.

"Where are we going now Doctor?"

"Ah, Martha Jones. I don't know. The TARDIS is kinda directing itself to a large energy source. A person, a powerful one too." That was the Doctor. He had his normal blue suit and brown trench coat on. Matha had red jacket and black (I think) trousers on.

"Hold on!" The Doctor said suddenly. They held on to the surrounding bars of the TARDIS as they crash landed to the ground, where ever they were. The Doctor helped Martha to her feet and led the way out of the double blue doors. Martha skipped outside and looked around.

"So where are we? Oh, wait don't tell me! We're on the Moon, err 2245? No, we're on Pluto with aliens!"

"Nope, we're in London, 2007." The Doctor said simply.

"Oh. Huh?" Martha was disapointed.

"This is were the energy source brought us. London 2007." The Doctor repeated. "In an alleyway by the looks of it. Come on, let's explore!"

"London, my home. Oh, yeah that's exploring."

"Ah, come on. Something big's gonna happen, I can feel it!" He grabbed Martha's hand and dragged her into the street.

Buses whizzed past them. People sprint-walked to work.

"The human race. Give'em aliens and they'll still worry about getting to work on time." The Doctor said.

"Hey! This is my race too, you know!" They walked past everyone, not rushing. They passed homeless people and beggars.

"You'd think some would have a heart to help them." The Doctor said, sadly.

"My mum always told me that they got themselves on the streets. It was their own fault." Martha told him.

"Well, yeah some of them, but not him." The Doctor pointed to a boy of about 14, sitting next to a tatty blanket and a yellow crusty pillow. He held a cardboard sign. It said,

'Young, homeless and starving. Please help me.'

"Poor kid." Martha said. The Doctor had already started towards the boy. He sat down next to him. The boy looked at him with brown eyes. The Doctor looked back at him with his own brown eyes. Martha joined them. She sat down on the other side of the boy.

"Um, hi." Said the boy. People were giving the three stares. Martha and the Doctor were well dressed people, sitting next to a ragged teen with ripped shorts and a shirt that was ripped in half.

"You shouldn't sit next to me. People have tried being friendly to me, but they always end up dying." The boy whispered.

"Oh, well, we're not your everyday people, are we Martha?" The Doctor said cheerfully.

"Um, no?" Martha was confused by the Doctors cheerful response.

"Come on! You don't look like you've had a proper meal in ages." The Doctor continued, pulling the boy to his feet.

"Well, no." The boy was amazed at the Doctors kindness.

"Martha, where's a good place to eat fancy?"

"Umm, there's the Ritz about 2 streets away." She said, only just realising they were about 5 blocks away from the hospital she used to work at.

"Super!" The Doctor took the boy's and Martha's hand and ran to where the Ritz was.

A snobby waiter in a tux greeted them, but looked in disgrace at the boy. He did pong a bit, and wasn't dressed very well. Standing up the boy was kinda half naked.

"Err, sir. Can I do something for you?"

"Yes, a table for three please!" The doctor said cooly.

"Is someone else coming, sir?"

"No its me the Doctor and our... err... nephew! Yep, nephew." Martha stumbled.

"Yes, of course ma'am." The waiter took 3 menus and showed them a table for 3. People stared at the boy. After they sat down, the manager walked over to the boy.

"YOU! YOU FILTHY PIG! HOW DARE YOU COME HERE!" The manager screamed at him. The boy was terrified.

"Hey, leave him alone! What's he ever done to you?" Martha stood up and prodded the fat manager in the chest.

"He stole from my kitchen." The manager said snooby like. The Doctor took it from there. He flashed his Physic Paper at the manager.

"Now, I think we are ready to order." The Doctor told him. The manager gasped at the sight of the Physic Paper. He stumbled back and ushered for the waiter. They all sat back down.

"And what can I get for you?" the waiter asked, amused by the manager's scene.


"You're not human, are you?" The boy asked the Doctor, keeping his voice low. The Doctor put down the lobster claw he was playing with and stared at the boy. Martha was astounded by the boy's bravery

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked seriously. The boy held up the sonic screwdriver.

"I thought we were extinct." The Doctor made a grab for the sonic screwdriver. The boy gave it to him.

"Who are you?" Martha inquired.

"A timelord. I don't know my name. I was saved from the Daleks by my parents. I was told that there was another timelord around here somewhere. It's you isn't it, Doctor. Did you know my family?" The doctor was slow in taking in all this information. The boy sighed and showed him his bracelet. It was definatly timelord. The doctor gasped. He showed his own bracelet. They were exactly the same.

"But this means..." The boy stammered.

"You're my son!" The Doctor exclaimed.

Wo hoo! Done. I couldn't resist the urge to write more than 1 story at a time! REVIEW and tell me what you thought!