Stay with me, i think you guys are going to like where i take this one, at least i hope so. Its starting to take shape,

She turned and looked at the opened door. "You've brought me home?" she asked, voice cracking.

"Well, yes " the Doctor nodded stepping out into her apartment.

Martha raised her head and fixed her face in a steely glare. "Fine." And pushed past the Doctor, stormed into her room.

Amy and Rory exchanged looks before rushing to catch up with the Doctor. "You brought her home?" she asked.

"Well yes," the Doctor repeated. "Why wouldn't I? She needs to get her things, right? You women seem to have numerous amounts of things that you need to take with you." he waved away the notion..

Amy smacked the back of his head. "You idiot! She thinks you brought her home."

"Ow, what's you do that for! I did bring her home, and don't do that again" he rubbed the side of his head for emphasis.

"You idiot!" Amy smacked the other side of his head. "She thinks you are leaving her at home."

"Ow! Why would I do a silly thing like that…oh!' It was as if the lights had been turned on in a very dark room. The Doctor's eyes became as large as saucers as he made the connection. "Oh, yes I did do that once."

"To Martha?" Amy asked angrily.

"Well, it was only supposed to be one trip, and admittedly it turned into like four or five…oh" the lights came on brighter as the Doctor twirled his way to the now shut door of Martha's bedroom. "Martha?" he tapped gently. "Martha I think you misunderstood me. I didn't bring you home. Well I did bring you home, but I didn't do it to drop you here."

The door remained closed and Amy and Rory stood across the room from the Doctor. "She isn't going to open that door. " Rory smirked, arms folded.

The Doctor continued to talk to the closed door. "I mean I did bring you here, and I intended to stop. But, I t was to only grab a few things for our trip." The Doctor looked over th=o his friends, who, through hand gestures and muffled instructions, attempted to get him to keep talking.

"The thing is, I know the last time I brought you home, I did intend to leave you here. Well, he did anyway.: the Doctor tapped at the door again. "Martha, I am trying to apologize but that is really really hard when you are talking through a door. "

Rory shook his head as Amy pantomimed a pleading tone.

"Please?" he asked Amy more than to Martha. "Oh right. May I come in, please."

The door remained shut. The Doctor offered his arms out in submission then began to dig for his sonic.

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She was livid. Beyond that point in fact, if there was a point where one could go once absolutely furious was passed. He had brought her home. And truly she knew it was just to get her things, but the fact that it still bothered her, bothered her.

She was now locked into a behavior. The angry w=jilted woman was a hard dress to return. She didn't want to be that anymore, but she did not want to let him off of the hook so easily either. She wanted to lay out a few ground rules and get some old things off of her chest.

But it was hard to be stern when he was standing outside of her bedroom door fumbling for the right words to say.

Martha leaned against the door listening to the Doctor stumble through a stilted apology, When he threatened to open the door himself, she threw open the door, grabbed him by the lapel and dragged him inside, shutting the door behind them.

"Well, that was clever." He offered, straightening his jacket.

"We need to talk."

"We are talking."

Martha sighed and sat on the overstuffed chair in the corner of her bedroom. "I don't want to go with you if this is how things are going to be."

"I don't understand what you mean." He admitted.

"I don't want to keep holding on to the past. I assumed you had brought me home to drop me here—"

"Just like I did that time." The Doctor nodded, easing himself into the opposite chair. "I don't know how to explain to you that I am a different person now. Quite literally."

Martha nodded, "I know that, in here." She pointed to her head. "But I don't know that in here" she pointed to her heart. "Do you have any idea how much I –This is a bad idea, maybe I should just stay here. "

"He knew Martha, he knew and I know." The Doctor seemed to grow uncomfortable at the conversation. "Look, do we really need to hash this out?" he rose and opened her closet door, "Here, I will help you pack..."

Martha laughed and rushed to the closet. "You are insane, I mean more so than last time." She giggled. "Here, you get down my suitcases off the top shelf and I will start to get my things together."

"Truce?" he asked earnestly "No more living in the past."

Martha realized she liked this softer less human version of her friend. He was still in there, somewhere, that brilliant insufferable man. But he also possessed a vulnerability that his former self lacked. There was still an air of supreme arrogance, but Martha got the impression that he was more likely to get things wrong, get messy, break shit, and admit to being lost.

An hour later they were unplugging appliances around her apartment while Rory raided her DVD collection. "Infinite time and space." He mumbled as he tossed her copies of Harry Potter into a bag. "And we can't get more than basic Sky."

Martha's sister Tish had dropped by to meet the new Doctor and offered to let her family know she would be gone for a while. "I can't believe you are going to just take off at a moment's notice. Well, then again it is the Doctor. I suppose you'd drop even labor for that one."

"Tish!" Martha admonished but smiled nonetheless. "That is not true. I just want to go and see what else is out there. I don't even feel the same way about him. He is a completely different person now. " she defended.

"Yeah, right. I said that about me ex." Tish murmured as she helped get her sister's things into the TARDIS. "You have been redecorating. Doctor." Tish marveled at the steam punk décor.

"Yes well, one tires of Emo Goth " he grinned. "Now, it's time for you to say your goodbyes, it's been great but time marches on. I have been in the same place for." He checked the watch on his arm that Martha guessed didn't really tell time at all. "oh a whole hour. All right, off we go then."

Tish promised to let everyone know she had gone, and Martha promised a visit soon. By the time Tish shut the door, the strange blue box was already dematerializing.

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"So, Wraivlyk 7." The Doctor through his arms wide as the small entourage emerged from the TARDIS "The great thing about this planet is that they have absolutely no currency. You have to barter for everything."

"Everything?" Martha asked, wondering if she should be wearing her favorite earrings.

"Yes," the Doctor turned and placed his index finger upon her nose. "Everything.." he smiled before trotting off toward what resembled a large open air market.

The trio offered each other identical glares of long suffering before hurrying to catch up to the hyper man.

They marveled at the sites while the Doctor tried to explain everything to them as they went. Speaking quickly and often rambling, he pointed out things they would want, dug into his endless pockets for trinkets and safe things to barter. Martha did relinquish her favored pair of costume earrings; in trade for 12 carat diamond ones.

"I don't see what you humans have for that bit of glass. Those earrings you gave up are worth far more than these." The Doctor prattled. "Diamonds are not even the strongest substance in the universe.'

"I'm hungry," Amy pouted as they passed by the third booth offering smells of roasting meat.

"You don't want to eat that." The Doctor led them away to another section to the market. "Here is human safe food. You'd have eaten that stuff and we would have to go visit the hospital over there."

The three looked to the large white building off in the distance. It stood out like a sore thumb against the endless sprawl of third world looking merchant booths. "How do you know that's a hospital?" Rory asked.

"The green moon on the side of the building, see it? That is the universal symbol for hospital.' The Doctor explained.

The three settled into what tasted a lot like turkey sandwiches and tomato soup. "We could stay here tonight; the hospital also doubles as a hostile."

"I don't know how I feel about sleeping in a hospital when there is nothing wrong with me." Amy shrugged,

"After a twenty eight hour shift, you get used to it." Martha nodded.

"Amen." Rory agreed.

By the time the second sun was beginning to set, the four decided to make their way back to the TARDS to put away their bags and grab a change of clothes.

As she came from her room, Martha could hear a shouting match erupting from the console room.

"You said the food was human safe, why is she sick?" Rory was shouting at the Doctor as he waved his screwdriver around Amy who sat on the jump seat shivering.

"Amy, sit still. Rory, shut up." The Doctor rose from the floor and began to pace.

"What's going on?" Martha asked, feeling herself going into doctor mode.

"Finally, a real doctor!" Rory announced rushing over to Martha. "Amy suddenly started to feel sick, she passed out."

"Did you now?" Martha asked taking Amy's hand to get her pulse. "What happened before you fainted?"

"Martha, all that is unnecessary. Put her hand down. You are not going to figure out what's wrong with her that way."

"Oi! I see you are still pushy."

The Doctor stopped pacing and turned to face the three. 'pushy or not, I know what's wrong with Amy, and we have a big problem. Huge."