A/N: Ok, sorry it took me so long to update, my life has been a bit crazy, but it's slowing down now. Thank you for all the reviews and the story alerts and favoring! I love all the positive response.

So the first few chapters are going to be a little slow. I really wanted to give them a basis for a relationship. If you haven't guessed now, I'm an English major with a love for English lit.

Disclaimer: I own zilch, nada, zip.

Martha loved her afternoons off, the days where she could go and visit the TARDIS. She used it as a symbol of hope, a reminder that she was not a part of this place. She was Martha Jones, medical student, modern woman from 2007, and traveler of the stars. She sat there and stroke the console, it was much darker than it usually was, or was it the Doctor who gave it its glow with his manic energy and wide smile. Without him the place just seemed empty.

It had been a few days since she saw John Smith in the kitchen. Ever since then they had played the same roles: she was his housemaid and he was her employer, but something had changed. He seemed to smile at her more and ask her things like, "How are you today, Martha?" and "Do you think it's going to rain today?" Once he asked her if he should read Tennyson or Blake to the boys. She said Tennyson; the poem "Ulysses" reminded her of the Doctor.

Something about that night made her take pause because with him she became Martha Jones, the Woman instead of Martha Jones, the Maid. She shook her head. Now isn't the time to get attached, she thought. I just have to protect the Doctor and then I can go home.

She knew she had to get back to the school soon, so she gave the console one last stroke before gathering her things and locking the door.

Jenny needed her bike this afternoon, so Martha decided to take the long walk. It was a beautiful fall day, so she wandered around, not really going anywhere. She was almost twirling as she looked up at the sky in between the branches.

"Martha?" she heard some call. She turned and saw Mr. Smith walking up to her.

"Martha Jones, like a tree nymph fallen from the branches."

"Hello Mr. Smith.'

He raised an eyebrow to her, "It's after hours,"

She smiled, "Hello John."

"Hello, Martha, what brings you out here?"

"Had to go visit an old friend of a friend. I promised him I'd take care of her so I visit whenever I can. I was just walking back to the school."

"Do you mind if I walked with you. I came out to get some air and I- well- I seem to have-"

"You got lost, didn't you?"

He blushed, "It would appear so."

She shook her head at him in disbelief, "Well then, it's a good thing one of us knows where we're going."

They started to walk together in silence, both of them not really sure what to say next.

"How are you sleeping these days, Martha?" John asked.

"Oh," she said, startled. "Fine, no problems since that night."

" Well…good."

Martha took a good look at him. He clothes were wrinkled, his hair was looking similar to the Doctor's, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

"You still seem to be loosing sleep, John," she states. "Still grading papers?"

He gives a little chuckle, "No, nothing like that," he says tentatively. "I keep having these…dreams, and I wake up wanting to write them down before I forget."

"So what are they about, these dreams?"

He looked at her, unsure if he really wanted her to know.

"Come on," she said encouragingly. "You listened to all my ranting and raving, it's the least I can do."

"Well…they're quite…strange,"

"Dreams often are," she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, so you're being Dr. Freud now?" he joked.

She gave a cheeky grin, "Well if the bifocals fit…"

They both laughed.

"So, come on, this dream."

"Right, the dream. Well, I'm some sort of traveler, but instead of traveling the world, I travel through time and space in a little blue box that's not really little."

Martha's eyes went wide, but he didn't seem to notice.

"And I'm not completely human, I call myself a Time Lord and I have two hearts, for some strange reason. I also call myself The Doctor, I mean, what kind of a name is that?"

Martha couldn't bring herself to speak; she had a stream of questions flitting through her mind. He has the Doctor's memories, does that means he's coming back? Does it mean the family is going to find us? What if he realizes they're not really dreams?

"So what is your diagnosis, Dr. Freud?" he asked, bringing her out of her questioning. His smile at her made her forget her trouble all together.

"No idea," she smirked. "But it would make a brilliant adventure story."

"That's what I thought, so I began to write it down." He took a book out of his jacket; the title was Journal of Impossible Things. "I've even started illustrating it."

She recognized some of the illustrations of the TARDIS and the Judoon, but there were a few she didn't recognize from other adventures, probably with other companions. Probably with Rose, she thought with a twinge of jealousy, and kicked herself soon after. She knew she couldn't make the Doctor to love her more than she could make rain fall, and she had to accept that.

She wondered what the Doctor would think of her friendship with John. Would he consider it a way for her to protect him, or would he think she was getting too close?

"You're a good artist," she said after looking for a while.

He beamed at her, "You think so?"

"Definitely, I can't draw like this, but I do wonderful stick figures."

He laughed, "I'm sure you do. Thank you for the complement."

"You're welcome."

They smiled at each other again and Martha noticed that unreadable look in his eyes. They looked back at the path and saw the school looming towards them. They finished the rest of the walk in silence, knowing they had to go back to their roles of teacher and housemaid very soon.

When they reached the gate, John took her hand, "Thank you, Martha, for helping me find my way."

"My pleasure, John," she said as she shook it.

They both walked in opposite directions and Martha felt a little happier, but even more confused about her relationship with John Smith.

Well, there you have it. By the way, I used a line from one of my favorite musicals. If you guess which one, you will be totally awesome in my book.