Doctors POV

"That could have gone worse." I think to myself as I begin engaging the Tardis's controls. Normally dropping off or losing companions is quite difficult, but Amy and Rory took it in stride, simply making me promise to pop over for Christmas and Thanksgiving, with River and possibly some appetizers preferably. Very humany-wumany. The Tardis groans as I yank too hard on a lever and I stroke her console apologetically.

"Sorry Old Girl. I have been moving a bit to fast lately, hmmm? Don't worry, we'll park in the time vortex for a bit and do some repairs." My ship hums in approval and I beam at her before sending us hurtling into the vortex. Half an hour later,(and in the middle of some VERY important repairs) the phone rings. I sigh and extract myself from the various wires, tripping over a few on my way to the phone, but getting to the phone in one piece(despite the Tardis's shocks). I pick up and say,

"Hello, Doctor sp-" The rest of my sentence is cut off by a hasty flurry from the person on the other end,

"Hi Doctor? It's Martha."

"Ah! Martha how are things on earth? Why are you calling? Are the Daleks back?" I say in a worried tone.

"No."

"The Sontarons?"
"No."

"The-"
"No Doctor!" I hastily jerk my head away from the receiver at her last sentence, and still sustain mild damage to my hearing.

"No need to be touchy."
"Sorry Doctor," she says, with a touch of a smile in her voice.

"That's better. Now, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have a companion with you?" Well this is a touch unexpected.

"No, as a matter of fact I just dropped some off. Why? Do you want to come back?"

"Oh no! Just- Ugh." I feel faint as a horrible thought crosses my mind.

"Is it Jack? Tell me it's not Jack? Please not Jack!"

"No! I would never be that cruel. Its just I have someone you might be interested in. Can you come by?"

"Well, sure, when are you? And where?" I say, exiting into the universe, despite the Tardis's grumble of protest.

"Just come straight to earth from whenever you are."

"Huh?" I say.

"What time is it for you?"

"Earth time it is October 20th 2010."
"Yeah us too."
"Weird." Martha hesitates on the other end, as if she is choosing her words before letting out an exasperated sigh and saying,

"Just come to Torchwood headquarters. Or so help me I will send Jack with you."
"You wouldn't" I say, faking horror. Though to tell the truth I am just a bit afraid of that ever happening again. Ok more than a bit. The only answer I get is a growl from Martha, who then slams the phone down. I quickly move to the controls, sending us spiraling through space towards earth, and whatever it is that has Martha so worked up.

Third person POV

The whooshing sound of the Tardis fills Torchwoods headquarters. All within hearing range look up in wonder, a few even move towards that sound. Like the universe itself is breathing. But a shake of their superior's head sends them back to their work.

The Tardis materializes in Martha's office, and when he steps out he looks down in horror, he has somehow managed to land on her desk. Her former desk now. He looks up and sees two dark brown eyes staring into his and smiles guiltily.

"I'll replace it?" He says apprehensively, a question in his tone. Surprisingly Martha does not attempt to murder him, but instead pries his hands off the Tardis and drags him behind her into another room before whirling to face him."
"Be kind alright? No poking with the sonic screwdriver. Or going all superior Time Lord on us. Ok?"
"Ok. But what is this all about?" He asks shakily, the look on Martha's face is an expression he has never seen, apprehension, with a bit of fear, and, yes, there it is. Guilt. She just shakes her head and quietly opens a door. He expected an alien corpse, or perhaps a horrible new weapon. A young woman sitting quietly in a chair, behind a plastic folding table that has an untouched plate of food on it. He looks at Martha and she nods slightly, go ahead. So he walks cautiously into the room and waits. After a few seconds he walks closer, until he is standing directly next to the woman. She is looking down, hands in her lap, deliberately avoiding his eyes. He crouches down, and says, very softly,

"Hello, I'm the Doctor. Who are you?" She looks up and, hesitantly, meets his eyes. At first panic flits across her features, but then she composes herself in an instant tightening of the jaw so quick that he almost misses it.

"Who are you?" He repeats, gently.

"My name is," She pauses, choosing a name, he could see.

"Rebecca. My name is Rebecca Erikson." She says, definitively. He turns to look at Martha, and she shakes her head.

"This is the first time she's spoken since I brought her here."

"You brought her here? Where was she before?" He inquires in a kind enough tone, but with an edge behind it that makes her nervous. But Martha simply shakes her head, biting her lip. The Doctor nods slowly. Something to do with Torchwood, most likely. He turns again to face Rebecca, but she is no longer there. He stands up with a start, and then notices her standing a few feet away. She is watching their half-silent exchange impassively, her head cocked slightly to the side. She opens her mouth and says,

"And who are you?"

At this he smiles and says,

"I told you. I'm the Doctor."

"A doctor is a profession. It is not a name."

"I don't think you've given us your real name either."
Her lips twitch up a bit, not a true smile, but close enough to one to make the Doctor grin.

"You are correct. Doctor."

She says the last word uncertainly, as if testing it. Then she shrugs and walks quickly over to him.

"So what do you want? I have heard people talk about you, you do not show up without cause."

"Weeeelllll. I just dropped off some of my companions and I'm in the market for a new one."

"So you are here for the dark-skinned woman? Martha, I believe?"

"No. You."

Her eyes widen a bit, and she takes a step back. But then she stops and says,

"How do you even know about me?"

"Our mutual friend Martha called me up and asked if I needed a companion."

"So…"

"So if you want you can come with me!"

"To where?"

He smiles secretly and answers,

"To where and when would be a better question. To anywhere! To any when! Are you in?"

She shrugs and looks a bit behind him, he realizes that she is looking at Martha for approval, turning his head around he sees Martha smile. Rebecca looks at him again, waiting for a second before nodding and saying,

"Alright."

"Wonderful!" He crows as he grabs his new companion by the hand and marches her out of the room. As he enters Martha's office again he hears someone clear their throat behind him. He turns and sees Martha standing with her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised.

"My desk?"

"Riiiiggghhht." He says, nervously. She laughs and shakes her head, before stopping and looking behind him, gasping, sharp surprise on her face. He turns again and sees Rebecca pushing open the door to his Tardis. His supposed to be locked Tardis.

"How'd you do that?" He asks. She turns her head a bit before answering,

"I opened the door. Not exactly rocket science." Then she pushes the Tardis's door open the rest of the way.

"Hmmm. Interesting." She says as she peers inside.

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