So, this came about during my Oral Communications class the other day when I realized that the notes that she was giving us I had already taken almost word for word from the text book.

This is not edited, so if you see something wrong, tell me! Please!

This was originally going to be a one-shot, but the more I wrote the more I realised this is going to be easliy over 15000 words if I don't lose my muse. So here is the first part. Hope you enjoy!

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

Emergency Room

*Doctor Smith-Jones to the ER. Doctor Smith-Jones to the ER*

Martha looked up from the book she had been enjoying on her break with a startled expression on her face. She checked the clock and found that she still had about 15 minutes left before she was due back. Wondering what could be going on she abandoned her book and left the break room for the Emergency Room.

Upon arrival, there didn't seem to be more people than the doctors on call could handle. Martha made her way over to the desk to ask what was going on. The nurse looked up just before she reached the desk.

"Oh good, you're here Doctor," the nurse said with a sigh of relief. "A young women came in with a gunshot wound to the chest and is in critical condition. An older gentleman is here with her, working as her medical proxy. He is instant that you be the one to help her. He doesn't seem to trust anyone else."

"Okay," Martha said with a raised eyebrow. "What are their names and what room am I heading for?"

"The victim's name is Clara Oswald, 24. The man's name is John Smith," the nurse said after she checked the computer. Martha was a little hesitant with working with someone named John Smith, after past experiences. It was hard for her to see a human in his place when all she wanted was to see her old friend. "They are in room 8."

"Thank You," Martha said before turning towards where she knew room 8 to be. She had to remind her self that the man couldn't possibly be him, and that she had to focus on her patient and not the past.

As she approached the room she found it a buzz with activity. When she walked in she immediately took in the situation. The smell of antiseptic was strong and there was an underlying tinge of metallic that she knew to be blood. There were six people in the room, including the patient. There were three nurses working on the patient, two of which she knew by name. The patient herself caught Martha's attention next, she was a beautiful young brunette. Her skin was unnaturally pale and sweaty indicating that she had lost of blood on the transport over. There was a bag of O blood hanging on the hook next to a bad of saline leading into her arm. Her sweater and blouse had been cut up the front to get to the wound that was having pressure applied to it by one of the nurses. She appeared to be in a state of semi-consciousness, her cloudy, pain filled eyes trained on the man that must have been John Smith.

John Smith was an interesting man to look at. He was older, probably in his early sixties, his hair was an interesting salt'n pepper color and curly. His clothes were something you would see on 19th century men. The final nurse was taking care of a nasty looking cut along the man's scalp. The man's eyes were trained on the young woman but as if sensing her presence the man's eye suddenly snapped to hers and she was lost in memories of eyes so similar. Eyes that shadowed pain, guilt, and memory. Eyes that were older than time its self. Eyes that she had last seen in the face of a young man who had brown spikey hair and was thinner than a stick. Eyes that belonged to only one being in the Universe. Eyes that belonged to The Doctor.

Martha felt her own eyes widen as she realized just who was sitting in her Emergency room. He may carry a different face and wear different clothes, but there was no way she wouldn't know the eyes that she dreamed about so often. He was still the Doctor, no matter what his face looked like. She knew the moment that the Doctor realized she knew who he was because his eyes crinkled slightly at the sides showing that he was glad to see her.

"Doctor Smith-Jones," The Doctor said, and what a surprise it was to hear a Scottish accent coming from the Time Lord. "I need your help."

"That's why I'm here," Martha said with a small smile, and she saw him relax ever so slightly knowing that she would save his friend. Martha walked to the counter to retrieve a pair of gloves before turning to look over Clara. "Nurse Balk, what's her condition?"

"The bullet entered the upper left hand side of her chest," Said the nurse that had been monitoring her vitals. "We think that it missed most of her vital organs including her heart and lungs. We have ordered a portable X-Ray to make sure. She is lucky, she is breathing on her own and her heart rate, while low, is steady. It appears that she is only suffering from blood loss and shock."

"Good, that's good," Martha said as she checked the wound under the gauze. "Nurse Zonts, please go call Doctor McGee and tell him that there is a gunshot victim who is needed in his ER as soon as her X-Rays come through."

"Yes ma'am."

And with that the next 20 minutes were spent checking Clara's X-Rays and getting her prepped to go into surgery to repair the damage done by the bullet and retrieve it before it caused an infection. When Clara was finally wheeled into the OR Martha was finally alone with the man she had thought about frequently since she last saw him. She took a seat next to him in the deserted waiting room for OR 5. The alien was sitting with his head in his hands gripping his hair. They sat in silence for a moment before he finally spoke.

"Thank you," was the quiet whisper. Martha almost thought she had imagined it.

"Oh Doctor," She sighed. She hesitantly put a hand in his back and began to gently rub soothing circles. He tensed a moment before finally relaxing. "There is nothing to thank me for. She is strong, she'll be just fine."

"I know," he said finally sitting up and catching her eye. "But you didn't have to treat her. I was told you were on break after working for more than 12 hours. Thank you for taking care of her. I don't trust many humans to take care of the people I care about."

"I found it strange that I would be called when I still had time for my break but something was telling me that this would be a case I couldn't miss," Martha said with a small smile. "You've changed Doctor. What happened? I don't mean your face either, Mikey explained regeneration. I mean, you seem more…weary."

There was silence for another moment as The Doctor looked her over and took in the changes that had happened since he left. She was older, but in a good way, she was no longer a medical student trying to prove herself. She was no longer under UNIT's thumb as an ex companion. She was a married woman who finally found her notch in the world. And he couldn't be more proud of her. He sighed deeply.

"It has been a very long time since I last saw you Martha Jones," He began. "I've regenerated twice. I've seen many things that even I wish I hadn't. I found love again and lost then her. I traveled with some of the most amazing people, much like you. I've solved mysteries and I've come across just as many more. Big Bang 2.0, Weeping Angels in Manhattan, Devils Run, World War Two with Daleks, and so much more. I've seen my own grave and changed time…I found out that the Time Lords aren't as dead as I thought…"

He trailed off with a haunted look in his eyes. Martha didn't know what to say at first, then it came to her.

"Stay here, with me," the doctor looked at her with an incredulous expression and she hastened to explain. "Just for a little bit, just till Clara recovers. You can stay with Mickey and I. As guests. You need to relax and not worry for a little. Clara isn't going to be able to go anywhere just yet and I have a feeling that she is just outside her time so calling an emergency contact would be bad. I can take care of her, as can Mickey."

"Thank you," The Doctor said after a moment of thinking about it. "I think I might just take you up on that offer."

"Good," the smile that lit up Martha's face was blinding at all at once The Doctor felt like he was looking at the young woman who had been so excited to see Shakespeare, before she became the Woman Who Walked The Earth. Then in an instant Doctor Smith-Jones was sitting there with a professional air about her. "How did she get shot and are the police involved?"

"We were mugged," The Doctor sighed again, he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. "We had been walking back to the TARDIS from where we had stopped to have diner. The street was empty seeing as it was closing in on midnight when we left the restaurant. We were just about to turn down the street where the TARDIS was parked when a man came up behind us and pulled a gun from within his jacket. He told us to freeze and turn around with our hands in the air. After ordering us to turn out our pockets and found that we didn't have anything of value he turned the gun on Clara. He knew I hadn't taken everything out of my pockets, but you know how badly that could have ended if I had. Clara took a small step forward and tried to reason with the man, but he wasn't having any of that. He didn't even hesitate, and pulled the trigger, shooting her in the chest. I went to catch her but he turned and took a shot at me but I managed to turn at the last second at it grazed my scalp instead of hitting me. I went down though because it was still strong enough to knock me out. Someone heard the two shots and called the police. I woke up just as they were arriving, there was an off duty doctor keeping pressure on Clara's wound and keeping her awake. The ambulance and the police arrived soon after. One rode in the ambulance with Clara and I, and he took the story from my point of view. You're supposed to call them when Clara is able to give her story."

"Of all the trouble you get into and come out fine," Martha shook her head. "and walking down the street you get mugged and shot. I just don't understand your luck sometimes Doctor."

"Believe me, neither do I," he muttered with a shake of his head. "Clara isn't afraid do what she can to get us out of tight spots. Always looking out for me in ways that I haven't seen since I traveled with you, my dear Martha. When I learned that we were being brought here I knew that I would want you to treat her."

"Speaking of," Martha said confused. "How did you know that I worked here?"

"Oh Martha," The Doctor said with a sad smile. "I always keep track of my companions. Even after they have left me and this life behind, because it may not always leave them behind. I always make sure that everyone is happy and cared for. Long after I have gone."

Martha didn't know how to respond to that. So she just reached out and pulled him into a hug. He flailed his arms for a moment before hugging her tightly to him. She pulled back after a moment.

"I may not work for UNIT any more but I still have some contacts there," Martha said after a few more moments of silence. "I'll give them a call and see if they can get your TARDIS moved to my place so you won't have to go move it."

"That would be great if you could Martha," The Doctor said with a small smile.

"Also Mickey now works for the police after having been given a great recommendation from UNIT," Martha contemplated. "Let me give him a call and see if he can't take over your case. The less people who are not in the know that are involved, the better."

"That's right," The Doctor said surprised. "I forgot that he was transferred to the London police after you all left UNIT after the debacle with the Daleks and the Earth being moved."

"Yes, he moved through the ranks quickly and is now a detective inspector!" Martha said proudly. She stood and started rummaging through her pockets. "Let me just go give them a call. I'll be back in a few moments."

The Doctor nodded before she turned and made her way outside so she could get cell service to make her calls. It was about fifteen minutes of sitting in silence by himself before Martha rejoined him in the waiting room.

"Where exactly did you park the TARDIS? I need to send the address to my people so they can move it," Martha asked as she sat back down. The Doctor thought for a moment then recited the address of where he remembered parking it. (I'm lazy and don't want to have to come up with an address, I also have never been to London.) The text was sent less than a minute later. "Mickey said that he had already been assigned the case. He arrived a few moments after the two of you had been picked up. He had seen the TARDIS parked around the corner but didn't think it had anything to do with your case. Mickey thought it was just a coincidence, but now he knows and is getting ready to come here so he can wait with us for Clara to come out of surgery."

The Doctor simply nodded. The day was catching up with him. He hadn't sleep in nearly four days, he had thought that after they had gotten back to the TARDIS that he would sleep. But that obviously didn't happen. He didn't need as much sleep as humans did so he thought he would have been okay. Well now he is falling asleep waiting for Clara to come out of surgery. He was vaguely aware of being pulled into a comfortable position against someone as he slowly started to lose awareness.

"Sleep Doctor, I'll wake you with news," and with that his world went dark.

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