Author's Note: It's been nearly two years since I first published the first version of "Of All Things" on Fanfiction – and even then it wasn't finished. So I've decided to try this over again; and hopefully I'll get this finished this time. :P

Summary: Remembers in the comic sketch with David Tennant and Catherine Tate, the Doctor was pretending to an English teacher right? But, why? And secondly, what was he doing there?

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, Lauren Cooper, or anything to do with the BBC.

Of All Things

Prologue: Stuff Happens

"THAT IS THE LAST TIME I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU!" screamed Martha Jones as she hurled a book at the Doctor, which barely missed him by a millimetre.

"Ok, I'm admit that taking the shortcut was a bad idea, but -!"

"No buts! I had to spend about a whole night in a cage full of stinkin' pigs! And on top of that, my mum's going to kill me for ruinin' my new jacket!" she glared at him and sat down on the couch in the TARDIS' control room. The Doctor stared warily at his companion from the other side of the room.

What happened earlier…

"Oh, come on Martha. It'll be fun," grinned the Doctor, happily. He had decided that the two would do something relaxing as a change from the constant running and adrenalin rushes. So he brought them back to Earth for a little stroll in the countryside; the countryside of 1785 to be more exact. What they found was a village in the middle of no where; even the Doctor couldn't figure out where they were.

"I don't know Doctor; this place seems a little deserted…"her eyes darted from house to house.

"Well…I'm guessing that they must be at church right…" the Doctor scratched his head. He looked around until he spotted what he was looking for. "A-ha!" he began walking towards what looked like a chapel standing on top a hill, near the village.

"Where are you heading to?" asked Martha. (She obviously hadn't seen the church yet.)The Doctor turned around to face his friend.

"To the church, over there," said the Doctor, gesturing his head towards the building. "Bet you anything that the people of this village are in there… Race you to the top!" And with that, the Doctor started to sprint.

"Always with the running, isn't it…"muttered Martha, as she tried to keep up with the energetic Timelord.

Little did they know, a pair of small glowing eyes watched them raced up the hill from one of the alley ways of the village; licking its' lips with hunger….

(End of Flashback)

"Never again," huffed Martha, angrily.

"Well, it couldn't have been that bad…" Martha glared at him when he said that. All he could do was give a small smile. It was pretty funny though, when I found her covered head to foot with all that mud in the pig pen. He snickered mentally at the memory.

Martha continued to stare at him for a full minute until finally:

"I want to go home," she said.

The Doctor was dumbstruck. "You ... you want to go home."

Martha eyed him curiously. "Yeah, I want to go home."

"So, you're leaving then?"

"What! No I'm not!"

Oh, thank Rassilon. "Umm... Any particular reason why?"

Martha just stared at him.

"What?" said the Doctor, worried that he might have done something wrong again.

Jees, he can be completely clueless sometimes. "Look, I just want to go home and rest for a bit; besides, Mum's probably worried sick about me right now and –"

"You don't need to worry about your mother. You should already know by now that we've got all the time in the universe to do whatever we want," said the Doctor, trying to reassure Martha of his capabilities in time travel.

But all she did was stare at him grimly. "Her birthday is coming up soon and I still need to buy her a present."

"Oh… well I guess that would be alright to do then …" replied the Doctor, tugging at his ear. "But don't expect me to do anything domestic," he added quickly. And with that he entered in the coordinates to Earth, year 2007.

I just hope that I won't be need for the entire time … he said to himself.

"That is the last I'm doing that," huffed the Doctor to himself, as he started walking to the TARDIS.

"Doctor!" yelled a voice behind him. The Doctor froze in his tracks, half expecting a broom to come down and start whacking at his head.

"Doctor," repeated the voice, after catching up with him. He had turned around to find Martha standing behind him looking back at him.

"What … what is it Martha?"

"Sorry about Mum… well you know how she's like…"

"No problem, I've had worst situations involving mothers before; so no biggy," grinned the Doctor cheerfully.

"MARTHA JONES, YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" yelled Francine from the door of her house.

The Doctor glanced at Francine who was glaring furiously back.

"I think you should stay here for a while, Martha. Just until your mother cools down," muttered the Timelord, coolly. "She needs you more than me right now."

"You sure about this…?"

"Martha, you're starting to sound like my mother – of course I'm sure about this. Look I'll come back in – oh I don't know – two, three days time to pick you up and we'll go somewhere else," he smiled warmly. And then he looked to the side, staring blankly into space.

"… Fine," murmured Martha. "But you had better come for me as you said."

The Doctor looked back at Martha once more and smiled knowingly. There was an awkward pause.

"Well," sniffed the Doctor. He glanced at the now vacant spot that Francine had once stood in. "I think I'd better go before your mother comes and starts to attack me a broom or something." All Martha did was give a small smile.

"I'll see you around," and with that, the Doctor walked towards the TARDIS, entered it and closed the door behind him.

The TARDIS groaned softly.

"I know, I know," sighed the Doctor, tossing his coat to the side. "I should have left her there in her flat the day after that incident with Lazarus." He frowned. I hate it when things get complicated.

Suddenly, the TARDIS lurched, tossing the Doctor on to the floor of the control room. The Doctor had barely gotten up when he was thrown into the control panels.

"OY! What's the matter with you?"But the TARDIS at this point was acting completely on its own. The Doctor lunged forward and landed on to the floor with one of his hands on the control panel. The moment he found out where his hand landed, his pupils shrink.

"Oh dear."