(3rd Person POV)

The Doctor and Martha stare shocked at the odd girl passed out in front of them for a second before the Doctor bursts into action. He dashes to her and quickly checks her pulse. He sighs in relief when he feels the beats of two strong hearts.

Martha approaches warily, yet concerned, "Doctor, who is she? What just happened?"

"I'm not sure entirely who she is, she hasn't had a chance yet to tell us, but she is definitely from Gallifrey." he replies as he gently picks up the young lady.

Martha frowns slightly, confused, "Your home planet? But I thought you said all of your people were gone, dead."

"That's what I thought too, but maybe she left before the war." He begins to carry her further into the TARDIS, closer to an empty bedroom.

Martha looks down at the discarded pocket watch and bends down to pick it up. The watch seems old and scratched, almost as if someone tried to take good care of it but couldn't manage it. Martha takes the watch with her as she follows the Doctor into the new bedroom that had appeared on the TARDIS. "Doctor, you never explained what just happened. Surely that isn't normal! I mean she used to have black hair, and now it's strawberry blonde! And she's at least 2 inches taller than she was before."

The Doctor looked up at Martha from beside the young Gallifreyan where he was continueing to make sure she was ok after her first regeneration. "It's a sort of defence mechanism for Time Lords, when close to death, we completely remake ourselves. New cells, new face, new body, even a new personality, but we keep our memories. One body dies, we make another. Although, it isn't normal for her to regenerate at this time. She didn't seem to be dying, so here's the question: why did she regenerate?"

"I dunno, why?" Martha asked, going along with whatever he was babbling on about.

"I dunno, I'd say it was from getting her memories back, but my people have done what she did before now, and there are no stories about forced regeneration. However, she did seem a bit desperate to keep that watch with her, didn't seem like she even knew why. My guess is that she ran away, and the memory of whatever it was, was too much for her to take in all at once. She also might have been injured before she became human. It can hide the damage for a bit. But I'm not sure, until she wakes up, this is all speculation."

They hear a small groan from the girl, and they turn their attention back to her.

"Will she be aright, Doctor?" Martha was not only concerned about the girl, but also about the Doctor. He might have just gotten someone back from his planet, one of his own people. She could see the hope in his eyes and didn't know what she'd do if that hope left. She knew he would be devastated if the girl didn't wake up.

The Doctor looks back up at her with a smile, "I'm sure she'll be fine. The regeneration seems to have gone well, so no reason for her not to be okay." He seemed to be trying to convince himself of that fact, because he seemed worried as well. "Why don't you go make some tea? That always seems to help us recover from regeneration."

Martha nods silently, not sure what to say in response and goes to make the tea.

(Original POV)

I wake up with a groan, at first not remembering my time as a human and panicking, thinking that I had been captured, but then I realized I was on a bed. If they had caught me, they wouldn't have put me in a bed. They would have chained me up in a room. Then my time as a human came rushing back to me, and I cringed. My life on earth wasn't much different from my life on Gallifrey, but there was one difference that stood out to me. On earth, I thought the people had loved me, I had hope. And that's what made it worse than on Gallifrey. They didn't love me, they loved my singing and what I could do with it.

I tried to pull myself out of my dark thoughts of the past and focused on waking up. I could smell tea. Oh, it smelled delightful, and I don't remember liking tea all that much. Maybe that's new? I feel the warm delicious liquid go down my throat and I swallow. Oh yes, the taste for tea is definitely new. I like that, the newness. Maybe no one back home will recognize me.

I open my eyes slowly and look around. The man and woman from before, Doctor and Martha, I think it was, are looking at me curiously. I frown, "Have i got something on my face?"

The Doctor cracks a grin, "Not at all, just waiting for you to wake up."

I grin and sit up, "Well, no more need to wait. So, who exacltly are you both? I believe I know your names, but a name is merely a name. It holds little explanation."

The Doctor spoke with a smirk, "I am the Doctor, Time Lord of Gallifrey, and this is Martha Jones, human of earth."

My eyes widen when I hear he is a Time Lord, and I feel myself go pale. I bow my head, hoping against hope that he is not one of those who kept me prisoner for 10 years of my life.

The Doctor frowns at my reaction, "Who are you then?"

I gulp down my fear and hesitation and reply, "On Gallifrey, I was known as the Singer."

The Doctor frowns deeply, "I am sorry, I am so sorry."

Martha frowns in confusion, "I'm sorry, but what did I miss?"

The Doctor sighs, "On Gallifrey, there were always rumors of a young girl that had been taken out of the Acadamy because her amazing talents were more useful elsewhere.
More useful for certain people's personal agendas, that is. A young girl who could control things with her amazing voice. She was called the Singer in the stories, and aparently in reality as well."

With my head bowed, I had tears running down my face, just remembering what I went through in a place I used to call home. Martha gasped in shock and surprise.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, it must have been horrible." Martha said with pity in her voice.

I nod, "It was. That's why I ran away. Got shot for my efforts though."

The Doctor nods, "Well, you have no need to fear, you won't ever have to go back."

I smile at him gratefully, "Thank you. Thank you so much!" I surprise myself and him and practically attack him in a hug. I didn't used to be a hugger, I guess that's new too.