A/N: Here's the next chapter. I rather enjoyed doing this chapter. Yes this chapter is very shippy towards 8th and Martha but somehow I have a feeling that 8th and Martha would do so well with each other. That and well… I am a kind of against 10th getting involved with Martha. I have my reasons. Hehe. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for the reviews.

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Chapter Four

"Absolutely positively disgraceful, how could you kiss a girl like that? And not just any girl, a common housemaid," John smith said with a look of disdain on his face at the Doctor.

"I could say the same about you, nephew; kissing a nurse."

John coughed, "That's entirely different, but the point is that Martha Jones is….well she's…"

"She's what, a bit too ethnic?"

"Exactly. Your sister, my mother would be horrified that you kissed the hired help."

The Doctor looked a bit amused; he honestly hoped that his true self wasn't so…so bigoted. He chuckled lightly. "Honestly John, you are so narrow minded. What I do with Martha Jones is my affair. Martha is a charming, sweet, and intelligent young woman, John. If anybody should be ashamed it should be you. That girl has been nothing but loyal to you. She thinks the world of you and then some. I hope you eventually come to your senses and realize that she's worth so much more than you realize."

John Smith was quiet. He had never been told off in such a manner before. He looked down at his feet thoroughly shamed. The Doctor gulped, he hadn't meant to chastise himself so badly. But he felt that he had to defend Martha, since his other self was so buried under a false identity that actually believed he was a human named John Smith. Martha couldn't speak for herself, and the Doctor wasn't planning on having her treated so shamefully, particularly by a later incarnation of himself. If nothing else, his other self would thank him later.

The Doctor then put a hand on his alternate self and said, "Don't be so downhearted about it. You're only acting this way because it's the only way you know how to act. But someone has to speak for Martha and…."

John's eyes got fired up and the Doctor realized that he had said the wrong words, "So suddenly you think that you're her champion. That you can rush in and protect her, she's my maid, uncle and you are in no position to do anything of the sort."

The Doctor smiled lightly, he could actually see little glimpses of his true self in John Smith's temperament. He really did care for Martha, but that stupid thick headed human brain he now possessed made him so bloody thick. "Perhaps you should invite Martha to that dance I have heard was tonight."

"That is out of the question, Uncle Foreman, a man of my station inviting a girl such as her. She's just a common maid. And I already have invited someone..."

John sighed his eyes looked far away as he thought about her, "Joan."

The Doctor sighed, Martha was right. He had fallen for a human. Then again, Joan was a charming woman. He couldn't fault himself falling for her. In fact, the Doctor was slightly jealous of himself. His other self was living a life that he would have liked. Hadn't he said to Grace, that staying on Earth would have been so very 'tempting?'

He put a hand on himself and then said, "I understand. I understand so much more than you realize. Have fun, nephew. But that's all it can be…"

John looked at the Doctor, "What do you mean that's all it can be? I love Joan. My intentions are serious, uncle. I intend to marry her and have a family with her."

The Doctor looked a bit sad, "Nothing lasts forever, nephew. You'll understand that later on." The Doctor composed himself and then said, "I am going to invite Martha."

John looked incredulous, "You can't. You know what that will look like?"

The Doctor smiled, "Well you're not taking her. So what's your worry about appearances?"

John Smith threw up his hands slightly exasperated, "Fine….I really doesn't have time for this. Joan's coming here soon. You want to make a fool of yourself fine by me. Now if you excuse me, uncle. I am rather busy."

The Doctor nodded and then said, "Nephew, about that journal. Don't you wonder why my picture is in it?"

John looked at him, "I suppose so, but I really can't be bothered with that right now, particularly such a fanciful account of such rubbish. Sorry uncle, some other time."

The Doctor nodded but he was worried, somewhere deep inside himself, he knew there would be no other time. "I think we should talk about that now."

"Uncle, I am sorry but I really don't have the time. I'll talk to you as soon as I can, okay."

The Doctor nodded and then left John Smith's room. Why did he/himself have to be so bloody human? That was so typically human, I don't have the time. He needed to find Martha; after all he was going to ask her out to the dance. Asking her out to the dance meant keeping an eye on his other self, that's all it meant, at least that's what he kept telling himself. But the Doctor couldn't help but feel slightly giddy about the whole thing. He muttered lightly to himself, "I am not falling for her. I am not…" He then sighed, who was he fooling? His half human side knew better. He was falling for Martha Jones. Well if his other self couldn't, then why not? Personally he thought he was a bit more charming than his alternate self. He went outside, weren't there some flowers out there? It was going to get dark soon and he began to pick some flowers, flowers for Martha.

-0o0-

Martha Jones had finished tidying up. She had some tea and some cake that one of the other teachers did not want. She was planning on helping herself when Jenny walked into the room. Martha smiled, "Jenny, look…one of the teachers didn't want this and gave this to me. Wasn't that thoughtful?"

Jenny took a deep sniff and Martha frowned, "Are you all right, Jenny? You sound like you have a cold coming on."

"I am fine."

Jenny took a seat by Martha and Martha began to cut up the cake and serve the tea, "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, thanks."

"I honestly can't believe it. Mr. Smith, kissing Matron like that, it can't last though. We will be leaving soon. He'll be leaving her."

"Why?"

"We only have to stay here for three months."

"Why three months?"

"Well it's like his contract will be coming to an end. Oh Jenny, I wish I could tell you about some of the stuff we have seen."

Jenny inched closer, "Tell me. You can trust me."

Martha frowned, something wasn't right. Something was terribly wrong. She paused and then said. "I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot. And some mutton. Or sardines and jam, how about that?"

"I like the sound of that."

"Right. Hold on a tic."

Martha got up, she was nervous, she was terrified, oh God, this time the aliens had really found them. She walked out of the room and suddenly ran down the stairs she had to get to Mr. Smith. She had to find the Doctor, well both Doctors actually. She ran outside, she had to get to him. As if to confirm her suspicions, a blaster bolt of green light almost hit her. She ran as hard as she could.

She passed the Doctor, he smiled, "Martha these are for you." He handed the flowers over to Martha.

She paused looking over the flowers the Doctor had given her, she was touched but this really wasn't the time to be given flowers and she rolled her eyes a bit. Even though this was a different Doctor, some things never really changed because this was something she felt that the other Doctor would more than likely would have done as well. He truly was, the same man, "Doctor, there's no time. They have found us."

The Doctor looked at Martha, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. They look like us. They look human. I have got to get to the Doc…I mean your other self. I have to open the Fob watch."

The Doctor nodded and then he said calmly, "Martha, I know that this doesn't mean much considering the circumstances but…."

"No time, Doctor…." She ran off and the Doctor sighed, "Humans." He had so badly wanted to do this right, he had wanted to ask Martha out to the dance and then... He let out a frustrated sigh. Stupid aliens, he thought and he then went running after Martha.

-0o0-

Martha ran into John Smith's room. "They have found us. We have got to get out of here."

John Smith frowned, "Martha, how many times have I told you to knock?"

Martha looked around for the watch; it was no where in sight. "Oh God, it's missing."

"What's missing?"

"The watch, the Fob watch, it's missing."

Joan was sitting there alarmed at the behavior of Martha.

John said, "Now really, Martha this is no time to come barging in here like this…"

"But…"

"No buts…"

Martha pondered something for an instant, "I have got to get you back to the TARDIS."

"I am not going anywhere, Martha."

"I don't know how to say this, but you're the Doctor."

John Smith looked angry, "Martha Jones, those are stories….nothing more."

"I am sorry to do this to you, but…" She suddenly slapped him, "Snap out of it, you're the Doctor."

Joan gasped, that was completely unacceptable, and how could that girl slap him like that?

John glared at her, "That was completely uncalled for young lady." He grabbed her by the arm and forced her out of the room, "You have a week to gather your things. You're dismissed."

He slammed the door behind her.

Martha began to cry. She looked up and saw the eyes of the Doctor.

He held her in his arms, and hugged her. She said, "I can't find it…"

"Can't find what?"

"The watch, it's gone."

The Doctor froze, "Oh heavens…."

Martha began to cry again, "What do I do?" She sighed and gathering her thoughts said, "I know…come on Doctor, I have to get back to the TARDIS."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and Martha said, "I'll get the sonic screwdriver, yours I mean his sonic screwdriver. I'd use yours even but…it's not yours, umm his…" The Doctor laughed lightly, he knew what she meant. Martha continued, "He's had dreams about being a Time Lord. Maybe…just maybe it will snap him out of it."

The Doctor smiled and then kissed Martha on the cheek, "Martha Jones that is a splendid idea. Why didn't I think of that myself?"

Martha smiled, "It's because your too stuck being human."

The Doctor laughed, "Oh Martha. You know if I wasn't half human, I'd resent that. Come on….lets go get that sonic screwdriver."

-0o0-

The Doctor and Martha walked arm and arm to the dance hall with each other. He sighed, "You know Martha, I was planning on asking you out to the dance."

Martha blushed. "You were?"

"Yes…but something came up. A bunch of aliens."

She sighed and shook her head , "I don't understand."

"You don't understand what?"

"Your other self doesn't give me the time of day and here you are..." She paused, "Doctor, I….I believe I love you."

The Doctor sighed, "I know. I mean….well…." He said, "You know once this is fixed, you're going to have to stay with him, my other self."

Martha looked a bit sad, "But why? He's you. Does it really matter who I stay with?"

"Yes, Martha I am afraid it does. I really don't belong here. I am sure my other self would be saying the exact same thing to you. But if I took you with me, it would affect my own timeline as well as your own."

Martha began to cry, "It's not fair…"

The Doctor nodded sadly, he felt his hearts began to break in his chest. "I know…I know."

He took his hand and dried her tears. "Nothing is fair, Martha Jones. You have traveled with me long enough, to realize that, haven't you?"

Martha nodded. How she could fall for the same man, but in a different body was so strange. But she had, and now finding out that once this was all straightened out that she would have to leave this Doctor. It hurt. It hurt so badly. She sighed and quelled the sadness in her own heart. She then managed to smile, "Come on Doctor Foreman, we don't want to be late, don't we?"

"No, of course not."

They suddenly bumped into a young boy. He looked a bit disoriented and then he cried out, "Martha…"

The Doctor paused and so did Martha for a moment. Martha asked, "Did you say something to me, Doctor?"

"No…"

They turned around but the boy was gone. The Doctor frowned, "I could have sworn I saw a boy there earlier. And…." The Doctor frowned, "He chastised me earlier about taking a bike. Strange lad, very odd, I wish he hadn't disappeared like that, somehow…."

"Somehow what Doctor?"

The Doctor paused, he didn't know. He couldn't explain it. He made a bit of a face, he was slightly frustrated but there wasn't anything he could do about it and he sighed, "It's nothing, Martha Jones. Let's go."

They came to the door of the dance hall and saw a man, an old solider, "Sir, your servant is going to have to go through the back door."

The Doctor frowned and then said firmly, "She's not my servant, she's my date and she can come in anyway she likes."

Martha's heart leaped in her chest, she felt so thrilled to hear the Doctor, at least this Doctor say that.

The man grumbled a few racist obscenities under his breath and the Doctor looked at his bowl that was filled with a few assorted coins and he smiled, reached in his pocket and pulled out his bag of jelly babies. The Doctor then took his hand reached into the white bag and plopped a handful of jelly babies into the bowl. He put the bag back into his pocket and then taking Martha by the hand, they both entered into the dance hall.

The Doctor looked around and spotted his other self dancing with Joan. "Well Martha….I'd ask you for a dance but….you have got your work cut out for you."

Martha smiled and the Doctor and her went up to John Smith.

John Smith glared at them, "Uncle, Martha. This is absurd."

The Doctor said firmly, "Listen to her, John Smith. What she's going to say is important and you better listen to her."

Martha grabbed John by the hand and she placed the sonic screwdriver in his hand, "Do you see this? Do you know what this is? Can't you identify it? It's in your journal. But it's real. Don't you understand what this means? You're the Doctor."

The Doctor nodded and John Smith shook his head, "Unbelievable and now you have my uncle believing this claptrap as well. This has got to stop, Martha. I am not the Doctor."

They did not see the young girl with the red balloon listening intently to the information.

John Smith went off, extremely irritated, leaving Martha, the Doctor, and Joan by themselves. Martha took Joan by the hand. The Doctor followed them and they sat down at a table.

"Martha," Joan said, "This has got to stop. I realize that you're sweet on him, but…."

Martha sighed, "Matron you have got to listen to me. You told me earlier that there was something about him. Can't you see it in his eyes? Can't you realize he's different?"

The Doctor nodded, "She's right, Joan Redfern, Martha Jones is right, he's different. He's not like other men."

Joan was about to say something when there was a scream and a blaster went off, shooting a green bolt in the air.

The aliens came in and the young girl pointed to Smith. "I heard it; they said he's the Doctor."

The aliens looked at Smith and then Jeremy Baines laughed, "Doctor. What have you done to yourself? You made yourself human."

Another of the aliens mentioned, "We need a Time Lord."

Baines said firmly, "Change back, Doctor."

John Smith face was scrunched up oddly, "I don't understand. Your Jeremy Baines, you're a student."

Baines laughed, "And you have got a human brain as well. So thick, so stupid. Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things?! Has it made you better?! Richer?! Wiser?! Then let's see you answer this: Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid, or matron? Your friend, or your lover? Your choice!" One of the aliens grabbed Martha and the other grabbed Joan. The Doctor watched on in horror as they did so and so did, John Smith. The Doctor didn't know what to do. If he made a move, the aliens would find out that he was 'also' the Doctor. It was clear there senses were a bit off, they didn't sense him or they were confused. Maybe they didn't know there were two men in here, two men that were the same person. One human, one half human, both looked on in terror at the scene. Both of them, the Doctor, and both of them didn't know what to do…

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A/N: To be continued…. Only because I want to see Family of Blood before I decide how to continue this.