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Chapter three: Happy Birthday, Martha!

Martha was doing her morning rounds, but for some reason she felt depressed. She received cards from her family and they even left happy birthday messages on her mobile. She was never depressed on her birthday and yet today, she didn't think much of it. Maybe it was the rain, but there were times it rained on her birthday and she still enjoyed it despite the rain. She wasn't going to call the Doctor. She didn't want to bother him and his friends. Besides, he didn't know anyway.

Martha, wearing her white coat, walked inside a room where a young woman in her 20's was lying in bed. She had a splint on her right foot which was propped up on some pillows.

"Hello, Ashley," Martha said with a pleasant smile.

"Hello, Dr. Jones." The dark-haired woman replied, smiling.

Martha picked up the clip board and read Ashley's chart.

"Yesterday you had a fever and a chest infection. You were given antibiotics. How do you feel now?" Martha sat in a chair.

"Better. How did I get a chest infection? All I have is a broken foot?"

"Probably from one of the patients. I see you have a very low white blood count and when that happens, you get more infections."

"It was silly of me to fall down the stairs."

"You're not silly. Accidents happen, especially in the home. You'll be able to go home tomorrow and you have to take more antibiotics. That splint would need to come off. You'll be given a boot and crutches.

"Thank you for being so nice to me."

"Awww," Martha bent down to hug her. "And you were one my best patients. You have to go to physical therapy and that foot will get better. Do you have anyone to take you home?"

"My boyfriend."

"Okay, good. Oh, and you'll also need to take vitamins so that your white blood count can come back up. I'll have to check that when you come to the clinic. All right then?

Ashley nodded.

Her rounds were over. She felt so agitated and yet she had to pretend she was fine to all of her patients.

"What's wrong with me?" Martha thought. She should be happy. It's Friday, it's her birthday and she had a whole week off. She worried she needed to see a shrink if this continued. She went down to the end of the hall and looked out the window. It stopped raining. She smiled a little. At least she thanked God for that. It was time for her to go to the clinic and see some of her patients. First she had to get some coffee inside the cafeteria downstairs. She didn't sleep much last night and she was very exhausted.

She went over to the elevators and when one opened, Martha waited for several people to come out and she stepped inside with some other doctors. They all got off on the second floor. She dragged herself into the cafeteria and over to the table where the coffee pot sat. She picked out a brown cup and poured the hot coffee into it. Black and no sugar, that's the way she liked it. Martha sat down at a round white table and sipped the coffee.

"Martha!"

She was startled by a voice from behind and then he sat in front of her.

"Martha Jones," he said with an American accent.

"Hello, Brian." She smiled at him. He was the first American she met at the hospital. Brian Brewster, a blonde with blue eyes that matched his Caribbean blue shirt beneath the white coat. After she broke up with Tom, she thought he was attractive. They've been friends for a while and now she could tell he wanted to be more than friends.

"How are you?"

"I'm good and you?"

"I'm doing okay; finished my rounds."

"Me, too."

"That's all you're having is coffee?"

She nodded and sipped more.

"Wait, I'm forgetting something."

"What?"

"I'm thinking. What is it? Oh, it's you birthday! Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks," she said, still feeling depressed."

"Do you have anyone special who can take you out for dinner?"

"No," she said solemnly.

"Well, how about we go out?"

"Brian, I'm sorry but I'm really exhausted. I have to go to the clinic and after that, I'm going to bed."

"Okay, we don't have to go out. I can come over with your favorite wine. We can relax, talk."

"All right," Martha smiled.

"I'll meet you outside the clinic and drive you home. It's raining again and I don't want you to take the tube in this weather."

Martha's face brightened a little. "My last patient is at 4:00."

"Mine is at 3:00, so I'll get a bottle of wine and then I'll see you later."

When he left, Martha continued to drink her coffee. She thought, "Maybe it'll work out with Brian." She hoped something would work out with someone.

The Doctor took a stroll around the corridors. Lately he's been restless and cranky. He had no idea why. The Time Lord had gone back inside the console room. He walked around until he leaned against it. "What's wrong with me?" He mumbled and held his head down. Amy and Rory skipped down the stairs.

"It smells yummy in the kitchen," Amy said and licked her fingers.

He looked up. "Hmm?"

"I said it smells yummy in the kitchen. Doctor, are you all right?"

"What?"

"You're usually so…cheerful." Amy replied.

"You don't look good." Rory said.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Amy asked.

The Doctor forced a smile. "Yes! I'm fine. Let's go back in the kitchen to see what else we can make.

Martha opened the door to her flat and Brian came in after her.

"Wow, it's really coming down." Brian said and closed his umbrella. He put it inside the umbrella stand. Martha had done the same. She took off her black jacket and underneath she wore a white blouse and black trousers. She laid it over the side of the couch and took his brown jacket and put it near hers. Brian placed the wine onto the coffee table. She sat down and he joined her.

"I'm sorry, Brian. I know you bought the wine, but I'm really not in the mood."

"What's wrong?" He asked, moving closer and circled his arm around her.

"I don't know."

"You were like this all day? Come on, tell me."

"I can't tell you what I don't understand."

"I think you know Martha and just won't admit it. Is it Tom?

"Maybe, I thought it would work out between us but-" She shrugged.

"Would you feel better if I said you were always special to me? I love you, Martha."

Martha smiled and when they kissed, something didn't feel right. She pushed herself away from him. "Brian, I can't."

"Why? Don't you love me?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then what's the problem?"

She got up, frustrated, she leaned her fingers against her forehead.

"Martha?"

She was suddenly startled by the doorbell. Martha looked through the peephole and sighed. She opened it. "Hi, mum, hi, Tish."

Francine rudely marched inside with Trish behind her.

"Martha," Francine said, worried and upset. "Didn't you get our birthday messages?"

"Yes I did mum and I appreciated them."

"What's wrong with you? You don't usually act like this on your birthday? Are you feeling well?

"I'm okay, mum."

Tish tapped her mum on the shoulder. "I think she's celebrating it at home this time." She turned Francine around and her mum looked at Brian. She grinned.

"Brian! It's so nice to see you!" She turned to Martha. "You didn't say you had company?

"You didn't give me a chance."

"Brian, I want to thank you. You were there for Martha after she broke up with Tom and she needs someone like you."

"Well, thank you Mrs. Jones. I'll make sure I'm there for her."

'Good. Well, Martha, you have a great birthday."

"I will, mum."

She hugged Francine and Tish. They left and Martha closed the door. She stood there, staring at Tom and waiting for him to leave.

"You want me to leave?"

"I'm sorry, Brian. I'm just exhausted. Another time okay? I promise."

He slipped on his jacket and took his umbrella out of the stand. "I'll call you tomorrow, and you can keep the wine for another time." Brian kissed her glossy lips and then he closed the door behind him. Martha locked it. Sadly, she took her jacket and had gone into her bedroom. She opened the closet, hanging it up. She then stared into the mirror and pinned her hair up. Suddenly she heard a familiar sound in the living room. She rushed out and there it was…the TARDIS materializing. She walked over to it but no one came out. She opened the door and peeked in. Dead calm. Martha wondered what was going on. How can the TARDIS land with no one on it?

Slowly she walked up the ramp. "Doctor? Amy? Rory?" No answer.

"This must be a joke." She said smiling. "Come on, Doctor?"

Silence.

She ran up the stairs and down one of the corridors. "Amy? Rory?"

Nothing.

"Doctor?"

Worried she grasped on doorknobs. They were locked. "Come on!"

She turned a corner and gasped.

"Hello, Martha." The Doctor said, standing against the wall with folded arms.

"Doctor! You scared me! Why didn't you say anything?"

He took her hand and led her down the corridor.

"What's going on?"

There was another door and when he opened it, Amy and Rory screamed…"Happy Birthday, Martha!"

The huge kitchen was decorated with balloons and various flowers all around. Food sat on the table and in the middle, a big cake that read: Happy Birthday Martha.

She gasped again. Her eyes wide, she was shocked at what she saw.

"I don't believe it!"

Amy gave her a big hug and so did Rory.

The Doctor stretched out his arms and Martha fell into them, giving him a tight embrace.

"How- How did you know?" She asked him.

"I've gone back to your past. You were born on July 29th 1986. When you were older, I saw you blow out the candle on your cake. You were very happy; laughing with your family and friends. We wanted to do this on your special day."

"I—I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, just enjoy your birthday!"

He pulled out a chair and she sat down.

"Here's fish fingers and custard," The Doctor said, "And fish and chips."

"Fish fingers and custard? I've never heard of it but I'll try it."

"You wouldn't like it," He warned her.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

Martha looked at him strangely and then she shrugged. "I'll have the fish and chips then."

They were all eating, drinking and having a wonderful time. And then…

"Okay, Martha," the Doctor said, grinning. "Take a deep breath and blow!"

Martha blew out the one candle and everyone clapped.

Amy cut the chocolaty piece of cake and gave it to Martha. She cut the rest and put it on their plates.

"Mmm," Martha said. "This is delicious!"

"We're glad you like it," Rory said. "It was Amy's idea."

"Amy, it's delicious. Thank you."

"I wasn't sure if you liked it but then the Doctor told me you love chocolate."

Martha smiled at the Doctor and they stared at each other until Martha cleared her throat.

"So, when did you two meet?

Rory began, "We were childhood friends."

"Really, so you've known each other for a long time."

"Yep," The red-head said. She embraced him and kissed his cheek.

Martha finished her cake. "I'm stuffed."

"So are we," Amy said,

"Me, too." The Doctor patted his stomach.

Amy and Rory left the kitchen, saying goodnight. Martha threw away the paper plates and cups. The Doctor got up and leaned against the sink. She was uncomfortable but continued to wash the cake knife.

"Do you have to go back to your flat?" He asked her. "

"Yeah, I'm really exhausted."

She picked up the glass cake stand.

"I've got it." He put the stand into the refrigerator.

"Thank you, Doctor…for everything."

He took one of the roses and handed it to her.

Martha took it, smelled it and smiled.

"Why don't you stay?"

"Doctor-"

"One night."

She sighed. "Okay, one night."

Martha followed him upstairs and he opened the door not far from his bedroom. Inside was a brass bed and there was a tall brass mirror. The Doctor opened up a closet full of clothes and some of them were his shirts. He reached inside and picked an ivory one.

"What is this doing in here?"

She grabbed it. "It's mine now."

"Okay, take it. Goodnight Martha."

"Goodnight."

During the middle of the night, Martha put on the sonsa perfume and went back to bed. She couldn't sleep, no matter how hard she tried. She rolled her eyes and turned over on the other side. This was going on for some nights. Suddenly, she heard a voice in her mind.

"Go to him. He needs you."

She sat up, frowning.

She jumped from the bed and wondered what was going on. Slowly she opened the door, stepping out into the dimly lit corridor. She didn't know why she was nervous. She saw his door, knocking on it softly.

"Doctor," She whispered against the door. Silence. This time she raised her voice. "Doctor! Is everything all right?"

"Come in." She heard him say.

Martha had gone inside and saw him lying on the bed. He didn't undress, still wearing his bow tie and suspenders. He stared at the ceiling. His hands tucked beneath his neck.

"Are you okay?" She asked him.

"I can't sleep."

"It's funny, I can't sleep either."

She sat on the edge of his bed.

The Doctor said, "I haven't been myself."

"I haven't either"

"Do you know what it is?"

"No I don't."

He sat up from the bed. "I think we know."

She shook her head.

"In my dream you said, we were always meant to be together, but at another time."

"I moved on with my life. I'm dating Brian now."

"Are you?" He touched her cheek.

Martha sprang from the bed, backing away from him. "I can't." She ran out of the room and suddenly froze. She shut her eyes. A few tears snaked down her cheeks. She turned and dashed toward his door. Before she can even touch the knob, he quickly opened it. They stared passionately at each other and then…she jumped into his arms and hugged him, not wanting to let go.

He held her face in his hands; their foreheads leaning against each other.

"I've never made love to a human."

"I've never made love with an alien."

"Rassilon would never like it, but then I stole the TARDIS."

"You were always rebellious…a mad man in a box."

The Doctor kissed her cheek, along her ear and down onto her neck.

"You're wearing the sonsa perfume…I like it."

Martha ran her hands through his hair. She could feel his breath on her face as his lips neared hers.

"You're so stunning, beautiful, brilliant, fantastic…Did I say beautiful?"

She laughed. "Yes you did."

He grinned. "I love you."

"I love you, too. I always have."

They kissed and their bodies slid down along the wall; both tasting their lips. They wanted to explore more as their tongues wrestled deep.

The Doctor and Martha took a break from snoggling. Wanting her badly, he quickly took off his bow tie and pulled down his suspenders.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had." Martha whispered dreamily.

He unbuttoned the shirt she borrowed. 'It's not over yet."

Their moans could be heard outside in the corridor until the door was slammed shut.

TBC

Let me know what you think about this chapter? I wanted there to be some sexual tension between them until they finally got together! But there's more! :D