A/N: Needs a beta, the end is rubbish (well, not the very end). But I think it's cute and I hope you enjoy. At the moment, it's just a one shot. I've considered writing all of Blink from the Doctor's POV, but I have no time and make no promises. As per usual, nothing is mine.
He ran into people from his future occasionally. Usually they were trying to kill him. It always excited him, knowing that another adventure, another fascinating time filled with fascinating people, another chance to save the world, lay ahead of him. Well, from his point of view. From the perspective of the other people involved, it had already happened. Amazing thing, time.
This encounter was a little different. Oh, it gave him the same sense of anticipation he usually got. And, while this time, the people on the slow path didn't want to kill him, he still didn't have time to stop and chat.
He had been having a perfectly ordinary day (for him) chasing four things and a lizard across London. He and Martha stepped out of the borrowed car, determined the direction and were about to renew the chase on foot when a voice yanked him back.
The girl--woman? girl?-- who had called his name, or what passed for his name did not look familiar. And he really didn't have time for this. "Hallo. Sorry. In a bit of a rush. There's a sort of thing happening... Very important that we stop it." And he intended to run off again. But the wonder in her voice stopped him.
"Oh my God, it's you. It really is you."
He felt a very little bit bad that he didn't know who she was, but it wasn't his fault really. But he wished he didn't have to see her face fall when his lack of recognition showed so clearly. "Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"
Martha was trying to hurry him along and he knew he should go. But he had to know what this was about. "Look. Sorry. I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times. Especially a weddings. I'm rubbish at weddings. Especially my own. "
And she understood almost instantly. He wondered what he had done with her, where he had taken her, for he already know that she would be a brilliant companion. But he had to ask. "What hasn't happened?"
She was talking again, mostly to herself. "None of it... It was me. Oh for God's sake it was me all along. You got it all from me. "
He didn't understand. He hated when that happened. "Got what?"
She pulled herself together with some effort and handed him a purple plastic folder. "Okay. Listen. One day you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you. You're going to need it."
He went to follow Martha. But he stopped again. "What was your name?" He always had to know, even if he never expected to see them again.
"Sally Sparrow."
It suited her. "Good to meet you, Sally Sparrow."
Someone else came up, staring at him in a way that said he was surprised the Doctor even existed. But he didn't have the time to explain again and Sally Sparrow was already pulling him inside. Hopefully she could do the explaining.
He tucked the purple folder into one of his coat pockets (bigger on the inside...) and promptly forgot about it. He had more pressing things to deal with. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard.
