A/N: Do not own Doctor Who just saying.

Summary: She did do anything for her magnificent Doctor. Even walked the earth for a year by her lonesome self with death marching at her heels. He knew it and it makes him kind of jealous.

Chapter 4: Some old…

"Excuse me," The jolly looking man said from across the room. "But what the bloody hell are you doing? And who the bloody are you?"

The doctor paused in his climb for a moment, pulled up his dimensions viewing glasses and glared down at the fat man. He was not in the mood for humans at the moment. But of course whenever he had no time for them they always seems to popped up like bunnies; especially the annoying ones.

"Oh you know." He said placing on a false smile. "Checking the ceilings for any unwanted bugs. I am John Smith by the way. I worked with the department of health and this is a unannounced visit. You know to see if this building is up to code and all."

"Really? Now?" The fat man said. "I have friends in the health department and none of them told me anything about a checkup. What sector and what is your number?"

The doctor smile weaned a bit but he kept it on. He guessed it was time to used his psychic paper once more. Climbing down the ladder he continued chattering away.

"Oh you know," He said. "How it is. Sometimes some check up are secret. Kept from everyone except for those one with the need to know. This is one of them. All hush hush. To keep it fair and clean. Mr…?"

"Mr. Daniels." The fat man said. "And I do not care I need to see some papers. So show me some papers Mr. Smith or get out and off my property."

The doctor feet touch the ground and he pulled out his wallet with the psychic paper and flashed it at Mr. Daniels. Mr. Daniels stepped forward, pulled out some glasses and stared at the paper. He squinted his eyes and read. A few minutes later he raised his head and smiled.

"Well Mr. Smith why didn't you tell me you were the chief head at the london health department?" Mr. Daniels said all smiles and the doctor frowned glanced at his psychic paper then glanced back up.

"Right…" He said. "Forgot. Sorry."

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Closing the basement door to the shop, the older man stepped into the crowded room. Women laughing, giggling, talking, passed him by. They were shopping for whatever. Doing normal human things. Pulling on his suit cufflinks, he remade to moved forward. However, before he could moved more he felt someone bumped into him from the back, causing him to stumble.

"Oh sorry," A familiar voice said causing him to paused. Turning around, his gray eyes meet dark brown ones. Sarah Jane Smith. His Sarah Jane Smith.

"Sorry mate," A different, but familiar, voice spoke as dark hands reached forward to stabilize his old companion. "It was my fault."

He turned his head and stared at the dark woman before him, Martha Jones. She flashed him a quick smile.

"You see the is this sale to die for and I wanted us to hurry." She said. "So I wager a race. Never thought Sarah was going to run into someone." She turned and smiled at her companion, a smirk on her lips. "Getting kind of old are we?"

Sarah smirked back at her. "Nonsense! I stay got a few years left." She stood up straight, stuck out her right arm and introduced herself.

"Sarah Jane Smith at your service sir. I do apologize. Mr…?" She said looking him up and down.

The doctor blinked. "Um….Jo-" He paused. "Um...Peter? Right Peter! Just call me Peter."

"Right, Peter. What about a cup of tea as compensation?" She Jane asked and Martha bursted out laughing. The doctor looked between the two as Sarah give her companion a glared then back to Sarah again.

"Yeah," Martha said echoing Sarah but with a lace of amusement in her voice. "as compensation of course."

"Well…" He begun. "Thanks. I would love to drink and chat but I have a thing or two to do."

"Oh…" Sarah Jane said a bit disappointed. Martha glanced from her to him and said quickly.

"Oh come on mate. It is just one cup of tea. I mean what kind of Brit will we be if we did not properly apologize the British way?"

"Well…"

"Come on it will be fast." She flashed him another smile. "I promise. Beside it might be worth your while." She winked at him. He raised a brow but then lower it. Oh! He thought.

"Yeah," He said feeling a bit nostalgic. What was a bit of tea between old friends? It was not like they knew him. He would just grabbed a bit of tea. No harm. Clara could wait a bit and so could the Tricorn. Beside it was a dead end at the moment and it was just one cup of tea. "Alright."

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A/N: Sorry everyone but I got a new job that keeps me very busy. So busy I barely have time to write. This was meant to be longer but...am sorry.