So soon with an update? ! Oh my goodness. O.O

No, but . . . I thought, "Why not?" since I had the chapter ready (editing chapter four right now :) ), so here's a treat for you boys and girls with an early update. :D Now, it won't be every couple days with an update, like I said at first chapter, but an early chapter every now and again I can do. ;)

Enjoy! More notes to follow at the end of the chapter. :)

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"That Billy, never gets old, does he?"

"He certainly doesn't, I must admit." Martha laughed at their adventure together, the Doctor smiling right along with her. They were cruising along in the TARDIS after their adventure of meeting William Shakespeare and banding together with him to defeat the witch like aliens known as the Carrionites. Wicked little buggers, they were, "And you do this all the time, do you? Travel in time and space, saving the world when it needs saving?"

"In a nutshell, I'd say that's about right." he gave her a lopsided grin, her returning a grin that was nearly identical.

"So, Martha Jones," he started, adjusting a lever on his console, "Did that little trip frighten you off to the point you'd want to forget me, or," he looked at her expectantly, giving his ear a little tug as he started to ask his question, "Would you be willing to have another trip with me? You know, since you did so well with the Carrionites and all, should have one more trip."

"I'd love to. . . Though," His eyebrows raised the slightest bit, "I am a medical student. With the TARDIS, it seems like we could be gone weeks and you could just bring me back from just a few minutes after we left," He nods a tad at this, "Even though that would be amazing, I just can't see myself being a very good doctor when I work once every few weeks. I don't want my education to go all pear shaped. Could you, maybe, park for a bit so I could go in for my shift and we discuss this further after?" he smiled, giving her a little nod.

"Of course we can." She smiled, giving him an appreciative pat on his shoulder. Sure, it was a bit boring just sitting around for half the day waiting on your passenger, but he could get a bit of overdue work done around the TARDIS. And really, dropping Martha off at the hospital would give him the perfect opportunity to check in on Carla Snow . . . Well, he hoped that she was okay. Giving his coat a quick pat where his inside pocket was containing her sketchbook, he started to set the levers, pushed some buttons, and hit a spot on the top with his trusty rubber mallet. Soon they'd be landing right near the hospital.

After sending Martha on her way to work, the Doctor found the nearest nurses station he could find, asking if they could look up a 'Carla Snow' for him.

"Oh yes, right here," a bit of a portly nurse said kindly as she looked on at one of her station's computers, "Seems she's in treatment right now, but you can still visit her. Ward 17. Two floors up, go right when you get off the lift." She smiled at him, seeming happy to help.

"Thank you." he offered a smile back, feeling the weight he hadn't realized was there rise from his chest as he sprang forward toward the lifts. Not being one to wait (and as there was no one around), he discreetly took out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and used it on the button, hearing the machine whiz up to meet him in no time flat.

Stepping on, making his way to Ward 17, shifting about a tad uncomfortably as the lift made it's way two floors up, he started wondering: What kind of treatment did Ward 17 actually hold? Well, she did look like a normal woman (though looking a bit young, as he thought again), he just made the guess she was having a short stay, maybe having had a bad case of the flu or something. But having a treatment, that could be a number of things. . . Why exactly was he obsessing over it on such a short ride? He would see for himself soon enough.

He soon stepped off the lift, taking a right (almost taking a left, which he could have slapped himself for) heading a little ways down the hall, spotting to his left a doorway, the words WARD 17 printed boldly above.

Walking through, down another hallway (which was a bit smaller than previous), at the end he came upon another desk that was in the middle of the room (that was quite large with four sides), a mousy little woman typing away at one of the computers, looking as if she were secretary, a couple nurses milling about behind her, also seeing a couple hospital curtains in a couple corners pulled forward so you couldn't see what was going on.

"Hello! Excuse me," the woman looked up, a bit surprised someone was there, "I'm looking for a Carla Snow? She wouldn't happen to be here, would she?" The woman, going back to her typing, pointed to an archway.

"Beyond there, far left corner." She answered in a very bored tone, not looking up at the Doctor again.

"Thanks." he said a bit unsure. Walking through the archway, he spotted her immediately reclined back in a chair. He smiled as he started walking toward her. He however stopped quickly, a tad in shock as he saw exactly what her treatment was: She was on dialysis. Looking around, seeming just to make sure, he spotted a couple other patients on the same kind of machine, one was watching the telly, but not a very good show, he noted.

Walking up to her once again, he found up close that she had dozed off, head leaning to the side a tad, her mouth very slightly open as her hands were folded on top of her stomach, seeing those hands rise as she took in deep, restful breaths. The Doctor smiled a small smile.

Taking out his glasses, he walked over to the machine that had tubes running all around it to inspect it further, the machine clicking and popping and whirring away as blood was running through the tubing. . . Really, kind of siphoning it out of one tube of the woman from the North, cleaning it of it's toxins, and injecting it back in another. The Doctor scanned it very briefly with his sonic, putting it back in his coat quickly, his hand reaching up to pull on his ear in thought.

"Tad barbaric, but efficient for it's time." he commented to his self as he looked down at Carla, seeing the tubes running under her shirt (a t-shirt with the "Underground" symbol on it, no less, which made the Doctor grin), an outline of said tubes looking to run up to her chest, "She looks so young. . . Looks like she could even be in her teens." The Doctor raised an eyebrow, reaching into his pocket once again, pulling out his handy screwdriver.

Studying his little gadget for a moment; he looked over his shoulder for a second to see if anyone was looking. When he found no one was, he pointed the device at her, scanning her carefully. He brought it back up to inspect, his eyebrows raising high in surprise.

"Almost twenty-six. You are indeed young, but not as young as I made you out to be. What else... Complete renal failure, body scan shows you've been on dialysis for a little over three years, seem to be doing pretty well, considering it's hard on the body. Let's see...Blimey! A pacemaker? Not even in the normal place, it's right at the top of your stomach!" He ran his hand through his hair quickly, quite impressed that that little gizmo was there, "Amazing!" he looked upon her with a grin as she squirmed a bit in her sleep, turning her head with a content sigh; she was still once again, still sleeping away.

The Doctor placed his sonic screwdriver back, noticing a chair by Carla's. Taking up residence in said chair, leaning back to get comfortable, he decided to wait for her to wake. After all, he did have a bit of time on his hands.

She was having such an odd dream. She had traveled even further than she ever could imagine, the places she was seeing brighter and more fantastical than even the stars and Earth she saw up close a few days ago on the moon. But there was trouble. Such trouble that she couldn't even fathom it all, it was either her or . . . But then, the dream switched gears quite unexpectedly. She was queen of fruits and desperately trying to slay the monkey hoard that was trying to rule over her banana empire. Why in the world was she dreaming this?

Slowly, she started to wake, smelling banana as she did so. Why was their banana near her in Ward 17?

Her eyes squinting awake, an outline of a man started to form, rather too close for her liking as she had no clue as to who it was. About a foot away, brown, spectacled eyes came into view along with a bit of a hooked nose, and a side-burned face that was filled with an abundance of freckles.

"Hello!" He said a bit loudly and cheerfully, making her jump into a full sitting position, hand springing to her chest again in shock, the machine beeping in protest to her sudden movement. She put her hands down slowly as if in surrender, the machine stopping it's beeping as she realized who had surprised her.

"My Lord...Fancy meeting you here." She said in a sleep laden voice, running a hand through her hair quick as she looked over at him, noting him munching on a banana as he grinned at her.

"Why are you eating a banana?" she realized even in her half awake state how silly that question was.

"Was hungry." He simply said as he took another bite, "Bananas are good." He added after he swallowed.

"They are," She agreed, "Can't have them much though, too much potassium." she babbled on as she started to wake more.

"What a shame! Always keep a banana on me." He nodded as the last bit of his banana was eaten, tossing the peel in a near by trash can.

"Hi." She said softly after a moment, studying him a tad bit.

"Hello!" He said just as cheerfully as the first time, that lopsided grin remaining.

"So, 'The Doctor'," She started, still studying him a bit.

"Yes, Carla?" she smiled a bit at him remembering her name.

"Why are you here?" she blurted out before thinking, feeling her cheeks turn pink. He just chuckled, her cheeks feeling a bit more warm as she felt so rude at her bluntness.

"Well," Again with that very long dragged out 'well', she noted, "I wanted to see how you were, honestly." she blushed a bit more at his words as she saw him tug on his earlobe a bit, "And, oh!" He continued as he reached into his coat, "I found this, thought I'd return it." He handed her a sketchbook. . . her sketchbook. She took it, seeming to be at a loss for words.

"I thought this was gone for good. . . Thank you, so much, but . . . You went back to where we were?" she said softly, a bit in shocked awe as she placed the returned book in her lap.

"Of course. Had to see how the Scandinavian of the North faired after this hospital came back form the moon. Not an everyday occurrence that people go through." He gave her a cheeky grin, her chuckling at his ever seeming goofiness.

"All good, though? Nothing out of the ordinary besides-" he seemed to stop himself before he could point out the obvious, now blushing a bit himself. She smiled at him in understanding.

"Yeah. Just a bit weak for the rest of the day, that's all." he nodded with a smile.

"I'm glad," He answered nicely, "Been in here long? I mean, not for-" he pointed toward the machine, sounding a bit flustered, "It looks like, seems like you've been on this thing for a while, is all." She just chuckled a bit more.

"Just the week. My line had an infection. They caught it quick though before it got too bad, which can be a nasty ordeal. Two month stay instead of a two week one. Not much fun." he smiled again at her, nodding his head in understanding.

They fell a bit into a comfortable silence after that, just kind of sitting with one another. She had to admit, it was nice having someone sit with her again, even if it was a doctor doing his job.

"I like your trainers." His compliment jostled her from her thoughts, laughing a bit as she looked at him and his wide grin as he pointed to his own sneakers after complimenting hers, they matching in the color cream except hers had a couple patches she had sewn on herself (which in all honesty, probably wasn't the best sewing at all).

"Thank you," He grinned a bit wider, "I like your glasses." his eyes looked to the top of the rims of his glasses, looking as if he just remembered he was still wearing them. He giggled.

"Thanks. We match!" he cheered out, making her laugh more.

"We do." She said as she looked on at her shoes on the foot of the recliner, tapping her fingers on her sketchbook cover when she suddenly remembered, "Oh! Hold on..." She flipped through her sketchbook quickly, finding the last page. She looked over with a small blush, looking back as she tore the page out carefully.

"I don't normally hand out a sketched page to people I don't especially know, but," he looked on expectantly, as if he knew what was coming, "I thought, well. . . you might like this." she handed him the sketch of the moon a bit shyly, biting her lip as she did, keeping her eyes on the now blank page.

When she didn't hear him say anything, she looked over at him carefully, only to find that he was smiling very nicely and very widely.

"This is amazing! Thank you, Carla Snow, very much." she grinned back, feeling it a stupid grin, the Doctor giggling a bit with glee.

"Your name, though," He started, sounding a bit serious.

"What about my name?" She said, sounding almost a bit defensive. He formed a wicked smirk, chuckling.

"You're from Minnesota, and your last name is-"

"Yes, Snow, my last name is Snow, we have more than enough snow in the winter, funny, ha ha." She finished, thinking it almost odd that he was so enthralled by her Minnesotanness. He suddenly burst out laughing right as she finished, she feeling so confused.

"What?"

"They way you say 'snow' with your accent. Brilliant!" she just put her face in her hands, shaking her head with a groan at his easily amused nature, hearing him giggle a bit more.

The machine started to beep, but not because she was moving around, but because her run was over. Already seeing the nurse making her way slowly toward her, she looked over at the Doctor, giving him an appreciative smile.

"Thanks for visiting, Doctor."

"Thank you for the art." He said brightly, standing from his chair, seeming to hold the page that held her sketch especially with care.

"No problem." she smiled, not especially believing that she had actually given a man out of the blue one of her sketches.

"So, Carla of the great white North," She could see that he was pushing it with the names from the little smirk that was hiding in his face, "What days do you have dialysis?"

She was taken a bit back by this. Why would he want to know?

"Um, well... I run Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Why?"

"I was just thinking that I'll probably be around here and there, maybe you wouldn't mind a visitor now and again?"

"What? !" she was surprised more than anything.

He knew he shouldn't have presumed she'd want a visitor. He just knew it. How old was he and he still hadn't learned not to get his hopes up?

"Truthfully, not exactly the reaction I expected," he said with a bit of a scrunched up face, finally removing his glasses and sliding them into his pocket, "But, you don't know me, perfectly understandable. I mean, I could be like Jack the Ripper, and you wouldn't know it. Not that I am, mind you, almost caught him though, you know, almost, but he was such a slippery fellow," he knew he was babbling, "So, have a good day, Carla."

He turned around and started walking toward the exit when he heard a , "Wait!" He turned around to see Carla looking at him, her cheeks pink once again from blushing, her chewing her bottom lip once more.

"I didn't mean how that came out." She smiled shyly, the doctor walking back toward her chair (the nurse that had been heading toward her chair seeming to be distracted by another patient), looking down at her with a small smile as she continued.

"I just . . . It's just that not many doctor's here seem to be very personal, and you're not even my doctor, and your visiting invite surprised me." He grinned at this (a bit at her babbling too) and the fact that she still thought he was a doctor, "Plus. . . I haven't especially gotten to know many people since moving here and, well, having a visitor would be amazing." She smiled brightly, her green eyes shining from it, him grinning wider.

"Oh, I'm not a doctor." He decided to set her straight, even if he was tickled by her thinking he was a doctor.

"You're not?" she asked surprised again.

"Nope, well, not really. Yes and no, it's all a very complicated matter to explain."

". . . If you say so." She said a bit unsure, the look on her face making him giggle.

Noting the nurse was on her way again, he held out his non-holding sketch hand, she figuring out very quickly that when he held out his hand, you were supposed to take it. He gave her hand a squeeze and gave her a smile, her returning each gesture.

"I'll see you for a visit later on, then." she gave him a nod and a smile, and with that, he took his leave right when the nurse came up to the machine, him grinning on the way out of the dialysis ward, liking that he had found something fun to do, someone that seemed interesting to visit, for when he had to park the TARDIS.

And there was chapter three, huzzah! :) I enjoyed writing the monkey hoard part, I have to say. Hee. :D But yes. He'll get to visit while Martha does her doctor-y things. Fantastic, yes? :D I thought it was a fun idea. . .

Even angels Cry - Oh, I understood perfectly (I've reviewed stories in the wee hours of the morn as well, ha :D), so no worries. :) Thanks so much for the kind review, lovely. :3

Paraiso - I'm glad you're enjoying the fic so far. You write such lovely reviews, thanks so much for your kind words and encouragement. :D

And there you be. :) I hope you all enjoyed and the next chapter should be up in the next few days. Until then, happy days!