I know it's been awhile, and that I should be working on other stories... but this one finally made sense in my head.
So, without further ado, for c.e. abyss, whose idea this was...
Hospitals, the Doctor told Amelia, were not his favourite places in the universe. But that was where Rory was, and Amy didn't want to go without him. He tried to tell her that it was just going to be a quick trip, but she just planted her hands on her hips and glared. At least she agreed that the TARDIS was a better choice than the Underground.
He set in what he was pretty sure were the right coordinates, flipped the switch, and barely waited for the TARDIS to stop before catapulting out the doors.
Straight into a storage closet.
"Right, then!" An adventure! There was nothing for it but to track Rory down on foot.
"Do you ever end up where you're supposed to be?" Amy hissed as he inspected faces in the hallway, one after the other.
"Yes, always," he replied, affronted. He was busy calculating the number of people in the hospital, how long it would take to sneak into wherever they kept the intercom and hijack it, and how many coat stands he could possibly fit in each hallway. Somewhere behind him, Amy had a better idea.
"Excuse me, doctor, I'm looking for my husband."
The Doctor whirled around, momentarily confused, caught a glimpse of the actual doctor Amy had addressed, and froze.
"You must be Amy," she said.
It was none other than Martha Jones. She was wearing a lab coat and, he noticed with a slight pang of jealousy, a very official-looking clipboard. She had the same neat hair and helpful smile that he remembered.
"Yeah, I am. Do you know where Rory is?"
"He should be doing rounds on Wing Five. Do you want me to page him?" That was his Martha, always offering a solution.
"No, thanks. I'll go get him. Come on, Raggedy Man." Amy shot past him with her usual determination. The Doctor barely noticed, staring at Martha with his mouth open. She noticed his attention and turned her smile on him.
"Can I help you?"
He sputtered, suddenly unsure of what to say.
"Uh, no. Well, possibly. Actually, no, it's just," he gestured at her excitedly, "you're in a hospital! This hospital!"
She nodded slowly, one eyebrow raised in a familiar gesture of amusement. It made his hearts pound a little strangely.
"Well, I am a doctor."
"Yes! Yes, you are, Martha Jones. The very best kind of doctor."
He took her abruptly by the shoulders and hugged her once, which she accepted with confused grace.
"Doctor!" Amy poked her head back around the corner. Both the Doctor and Martha looked up, expectant.
"You," he waggled a finger in Martha's face, "You just keep being doctor-y, Martha Jones. There are people to save!" He flashed her one brilliant smile, then took off down the hall after Amy.
Martha watched him go, standing completely still, and wondering what had just happened.
So, thoughts, feelings, impressions? More to come, and I'm always open to suggestions!