A/N: So I was going through my writing tumblr earlier and realized that I have an interestingly large amount of IWoAH/SASBB prompts that I have yet to share here. This is where I'm going to post them for everyone to read, as little side-stories that cannot be stretched into a chapter-length post.

Prompter: Anonymous

Prompt: How Danny met Martha in SASBB

Originally posted: 12 April 2015

Notes: 1159 words; not written in the normal SASBB voice because I want to use their names, holla; takes place when he's 36 and she's 31 and is only their first meeting

Daniel's stomach churned as he sat in the medical tent waiting on the physician. Medical Officer Jones was due to meet with him any moment now—a gifted field surgeon, he only heard praise of her talents when it came to battle-gained wounds and bodily alterations. She had been able to ungraft an eye stalk that had been fused to a soldier's skull while in Daleki custody, even separating it from the corneal nerves without much damage. If anyone had any hope of helping him, it was her.

"Jones will be with you dalek, Your Lordship," someone said, poking their head in the tent flap. They quickly ducked back out again—Daniel was used to it. Since he returned to Kasterborous three years prior, he was on the receiving end of more stares and hushed whispers than when he had been courting his old love, his impossible love, the one who was whisked off and wed before he could find her again and mourned him while growing another romance anew as he survived the icy cold Hell that was the prisoner camp. Even the King could not keep his eyes on him for too long while honoring the torture he endured with a title and estate. He was lonely and withdrawing more as time went by, and with any luck the best surgeon in Kasterborous's army, possibly the best surgeon in the kingdom, could help him reverse that.

Before long, a woman in a long medic's jacket stepped into the tent. She was slim in build and possessed the same deep coloring he did before his complexion became permanently ashen. Her eyes flicked over him quickly before she put on her professional's mask.

"Hello there," she said congenially, holding out her hand. "I'm Medical Officer Martha Jones."

"Daniel Pink." He shook her hand and watched as she pulled up a chair and straddled it while examining the contents of the clipboard in her hand. "Thanks for agreeing to see me."

"It's not a problem," she replied. "Alright Baron Coal-on-the-Hill, I know why you're here, but I would like to hear it in your words,"

"Daniel, please," he insisted. "I'm just like you; I just got into an interesting situation, is all."

Martha narrowed her eyes as she studied his face—it was not as responsive as most normal faces. He had held near the exact same expression the entire time she was there. It was sad and defeated, though there were twitches, tells, that gave it more life than that.

"Go on."

"In a little over a year's time, I'm going to enter the household of the Marquis of Kasterborous and Gallifrey as personal tutor to his daughter Lena," he explained. He folded his hands and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The Marquis and Marchioness do not fear me, but I've purposely stayed away from their children because I don't know how they'd react to my face. I want…" Tears welled in his eyes and his voice cracked as he tried to keep his composure. "I want to know if you can change me back."

Sighing, the physician took a kerchief from her pocket and handed it to her patient. "Here—dry your eyes and take off your shirt. I need to see what I'm up against before I can give any sort of diagnosis."

"Thank you," Daniel nodded. He wiped the tears from his eyes and complied, shedding his jacket first and then his shirt. Watching Martha's face was a welcome sight, for she didn't flinch or cringe like so many others had before her. Instead, she stared with the utmost curiousness.

"May I?" she asked, motioning towards him.

"You may," he replied. Carefully, Martha touched the delicate metal plating on his chest, the studding along his arms, and the knobs at various pressure points across his torso. She made careful notes on her clipboard, making impressed noises all the while.

"I have to say: you're the most complete Cyberconversion I've ever seen that still has his wits about him," she said. Tapping the end of her pen on one of his knuckle caps, she frowned in thought. "With that being the case, I'm not sure how much use I'll be to you."

"I was told I can take as long as I need to for the recovery," he said. "If it's a matter of multiple surgeries over a period of time, I can handle it."

"It's not that; this is all drilled into your bones and in some cases integrated with your muscular system." She shook her head and put her hand on his shoulder. "The next-closest Cyberconversion I've ever seen, that our medicine has ever seen, was collarbone and wrist studding, and when we tried to extract the modifications she died. You may have heard about my expertise, but it's in reversing Daleki alterations. Dalek's conversions aren't as permanent as Cybera's, and once they're in you they're there for life. These are benign otherwise, correct?"

Daniel nodded quietly.

"Then you will simply have to continue living life as you have since you returned from Cybera. I'm sorry."

"At least you looked—not many people will even look."

"If someone can't stomach the opportunity to observe Cyberconversion close up like this while being safe at the same time, then they should turn in their medical licenses," Martha scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You're a marvel, and I wouldn't hide if I were you."

"…the kids though," Daniel sighed. He sniffled and wiped his nose with the kerchief. "They need to be able to trust me and know I'm their friend. How many children are friends with monsters?"

"How many children get the chance to inherit a marquisate?" she shrugged. "Don't worry about it—if the Marquis and Marchioness don't fear you, then their daughters won't. He's a thick-skulled blockhead, but Johan Lonan is a good man."

"I could report you for treason," he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching up. He pulled his shirt back on and reached for his jacket. "Johan Lonan might be merciful, but I hear his wife is the one to watch out for."

"You would know, from what I gather," Martha smirked. She then turned her expression softer, kinder. "This is the only diagnosis medicine can give, you're aware of that, right?"

"I had an inkling before I came, but I had to be sure," Daniel said. "Can I be bold and ask a favor?"

"Sure."

"Let's part as friends," he offered. "There aren't many willing to treat me as you do anymore."

"Everyone deserves a friend," Martha agreed. "You're a human being, Daniel, and all human beings need friends."

"It's actually Rupert, but Daniel is better," he chuckled, shaking her hand. "I hope we meet again soon, and on more pleasant terms."

"I'd like that, Daniel." She watched as he left the tent and disappeared into the main of the encampment, leaving her to resume her normal routine.