Firstly of all, sorry this has been so long to update, I've reached a bit of a mental block. But don't worry, I will overcome it! And here's the prove, a new chapter- not sure about the quality of it but take it while it's hot.

"A job?" said Martha. "What… both of us? You?"

"What d'you mean, me?" he asked. "Course me. I can do jobs. I have in the past. And the future."

"But we're talking England, 1941," said Martha. "England, 1941 where if we get fired we have no food, no clothes, nowhere to live… nothing. A solid month of working in the same place in a probably very boring, very same-ish job."

"You have to too," he said defensively. "You couldn't do it."

"I have," she said quietly. "Remember." He looked at the floor, ashamed.

"I do," he said. They sat in silence, remembering. Martha cleared her throat.

"I mean there are worse things…"

"Yeah," he agreed hastily.

"I'm not saying it was complete torture… I mean I had Jenny and I had a laugh with her sometimes and…"

"Yeah," he said again. "I mean a servant…"

"But it's just different to being a doctor," she said. "Isn't it." The Doctor didn't look up.

"I'm sorry Martha," he said. "Truly."

"I know you are," she said softly. He looked up and into her deep brown eyes. She smiled gently. "And thank you for being sorry." He swallowed, as their eyes locked and he licked his lips. Martha flushed and she twisted her head away. "What we gonna do then?" she asked.

"Uh… what?"

"About the jobs? I hate to doubt myself but I don't think anybody's about to hire… me. And I believe in you Doctor, I swear I do. But I don't know how we're going to manage, seriously, if we have to hold this out for a month…"

"It's ok," he said. "Honestly. We'll pull through, I swear. I'll tell you what we're going to do."

"What's that then?" she asked. He sat closer to her on the bed.

"We're going to go out," he said. "I think I have some money on me… somewhere… anyway we'll go look for a job. We'll look in shop windows, papers we'll ask people so-"

"So basically the same process we just went through looking for this place," said Martha, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Right."

"Right," said the Doctor. "Then I'll use some of the money I probably have in my pockets somewhere and we'll but some new sheets and some furniture and some new clothes and food." Martha was silent for a few seconds.

"Look, I'm no historian but I remember studying the Second World War when I was at school and they had those things didn't they, those… ration books or something and you needed them to buy stuff with. How are we gonna get them?"

"Physic paper," said the Doctor. "Although it might be worth getting some from somewhere… plus you need an identity card… God this is more complicated then I thought."

"We'll think about that when it comes then," said Martha. "So jobs?"

"Jobs it is," he agreed. Martha got up.

"Doctor, wouldn't it make sense to split up… say you do papers and shop windows and I do asking people. Then we meet up again at-" Martha checked her watch. "Half one and we'll figure out a battle plan over lunch." The Doctor shifted his position and Martha fixed him with a glare.

"Fine," he said. "Just don't go running into any homicidal aliens trying to change time."

"I'll try my best," she said. She sighed and looked down at the dress she was wearing. "I really hate this thing."

"Just a month," he reminded her. She nodded.

"After this you are going to owe my a nice relaxing holiday somewhere as far away from earth as possible."

"And don't I know it," he said. "Come on." He took her hand and they walked out the house. They paused at the garden.

"Right," said Martha. "How do we…" The Doctor began to edge forward slowly, feeling the ground with his foot. Martha shuffled after him. "This is gross," she muttered. "Gross gross gross."

"Just grin and bear it," he said. Then he fell forward and Martha caught him and pulled him back. The impact of this caused her to topple over and land heavily on the ground. She groaned.

"I hate you," she moaned. He helped her up and gave her an apologetic hug.

"I found the pond," he said. "I think we should mark it somehow so we don't fall in it." As he did so (with a tall stick) Martha brushed down her dress. They carried on until they made it to the rusted gate.

"We made it," she breathed. "Now, shall we meet…"

"At the butchers we both know where that is," he said. "Then we'll get some lunch, yeah?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'll go this way."

"And I'll go this way." The Doctor smiled sheepishly and pulled her into another hug. She smiled, enjoying the attention.

"What was that for?" she asked as she felt him resting his chin on her head.

"Nothing," he said. "See you later."

"Laters," she replied and they walked in opposite directions.

II

About half an hour had passed and Martha's search had been completely fruitless. She trailed down street after street, as she was treated with suspicious glances and one woman even purposely barged past Martha, hitting her with her bags. Martha winced and pulled her arm away. She kept to the sides of the streets, looking for somebody, anybody to ask about the jobs.

It had begun to rain, reminding Martha she was still in England, and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her clothes clung to her and she shivered. Then something big hit her full on and she stumbled.

"Sorry," she gasped. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Martha!" Martha looked up.

"Joe," she said thankfully, pulling the man into a hug.

"You all right?" he asked, holding on for a little more than Martha would have liked. She nodded. She shook her head.

"I don't know," she said. "What time is it?"

"One," said Joe after a quick look at his watch. "Why?"

"How close I am to the butchers?" asked Martha.

"About three quarters of an hours walk."

"Oh no," said Martha. "I was supposed to meet the Doctor there at one thirty."

"S'alright, I can give you a lift," he said.

"Really?" asked Martha.

"Sure, me cars just around the corner."

"I'm not mucking up your day or anything?"

"What? Nah, honest, I was just on me way to meet this bloke about some… stuff and the butcher's on the way anyways. No problem at all."

"Oh," said Martha. "Thanks Joe."

"Don't think about it," he said. "Come on this way." And he led her to his car.

II

The Doctor was sat in the waiting room for Swallow bank. Apparently there were three jobs going and the Doctor wanted to apply himself and Martha for two of them. He had been informed of this by Mrs May who had been wandering round town in a somewhat dazed fashion as if she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing. Somehow the Doctor didn't think this was rare.

A boy walked through smartly. "Mr Mainwaring will see you now," he said. Then he stopped. He gaped. "It's you," he said. The Doctor jumped up.

"Me?" he asked. The boy was about eighteen and was wearing a smart suit and tie that didn't quite suit him. His hair was neatly parted.

"That man from the blue box with Miss Jones… you were at the parade the other night!" The Doctor looked more closely at him.

"Frank Pike was it?" he said. Frank nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, that's right. You want a job here?"

"Martha, and me yes," he said. "Wait a second… did you say Mr Mainwaring."

"Well yes… he's the bank manager. And Uncle Arthur… Sergeant Wilson's the chief clerk."

"Right," said the Doctor. "So shall we…"

"Yes, yes," said Frank. He led the Doctor through the door. "Mr Mainwaring, this man's come to see you about a job."

"Nice office you've got here," said the Doctor. "I especially like the Lewis gun on the windowsill. What's that for?"

"Shooting people you damned fool," came the clipped reply. "Sit down then." The Doctor did so. Mr Mainwaring sighed and leaned back. "Can I see your references, please?"

"Yep," said the Doctor whipping out his physic paper. Mr Mainwaring scrutinized it.

"My my," he muttered. "Quite extensive for someone applying to be a cleaner."

"I clean very well," he said.

"I hope so. And the girl's?"

"The girl?" asked the Doctor innocently.

"The coloured girl's references, you fool!"

"If you're referring to Martha please use her name."

"I'm in charge, not you," he said. "This Jones girl's references let me see them." The Doctor hid the physic paper behind his back and brought it out from the other side.

"Here." Mr Mainwaring read hers as well.

"And she'll be applying to be tea girl?"

"Seeing as that's the only available job, yes," sighed the Doctor. Mainwaring nodded.

"Right. Now Mr…"

"Doctor," he said. "Just the Doctor."

"Well… Doctor there are certain things we require from staff at this bank."

"There always is," said the Doctor. "Enlighten me."

"I make every member of staff join my Home guard platoon… or else I refuse to hire them," he said.

"So that means me," said the Doctor. "In an army."

"Yes," said Mainwaring. "Unfortunately, we don't get to do any fighting, more undercover, behind the scenes work… vital of course."

"Of course."

"And I'd need Martha to assist Private Godfrey in making tea. He's getting on a bit, that's his role, so to speak, in our platoon. He makes tea and does first aid."

"I think Martha knows quite a bit of advanced first aid," said the Doctor.

"I very much doubt it. We can hardly expect a women to know these things, especially one of her colour."

"Neither the gender nor colour of a person determines their intelligence," said the Doctor.

"But it does," said Mainwaring. "So do you agree? You'll both join?"

"Yep," he said. "I guess we have to."

"Brilliant." Mainwaring leant across to shake the Doctor's pale hand. "See you on Monday at nine sharp. And the parades are on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. You will often have to sacrifice your weekends for exercises. Do you think you're up to it?"

"Easy," he said. "More than up for it. When can we start?"

"Well there's a parade tonight, Godfrey will sort you out in the means of uniform and as for the job you and that Jones girl can start on Monday."

"Please either call her Martha or Miss Jones, and thank you very much," said the Doctor. "What day is it again?"

"Friday, man," barked the bank manager.

"Friday, of course. Thanks again Mr Mainwaring."

"See you tonight then. Six o'clock sharp."

"Gotcha. Does Martha need to come."

"She does indeed."

"Right. Until tonight."

"Goodbye." The Doctor left the office and then the bank. He checked his watch. It was twenty to two. He was late for Martha. He began to jog.

II

"So there wasn't much point in rushing was there," said Martha. "He's late." She was sat in Joe's car outside the butchers, and had been there for the last fifteen minutes. And still no Doctor.

"Maybe he's got a job interview," said Joe.

"Mmm," said Martha. She sighed. "We still have to go shopping."

"Come to me," he said. "I can get you anything, anything at all. Stockings, elastic, carpets-"

"Carpets? You can get us carpets?"

"Sure, anything you like."

"Wallpaper? Sheets? Clothes?"

"Anything you like."

"Well, well Mr Walker, somebody's a teensy bit of a criminal."

"Women love a dangerous man," yawned Joe.

"Dream on," she chuckled. Then she thought of something. "Joe… if you are a criminal-"

"Listen darling, don't get the wrong idea," said Joe. "Sure I might bend the law a tad but in the scheme of things I don't do nothing to hurt nobody, I don't nick from poor people or nothing and I buy some of me own goods to sell…"

"I trust you," she assured him. "But would you happen to know… a forger."

"Well I can't really tell you that Martha, with all due respect, you know."

"What if I wanted to hire him." Joe looked around. His tone was hushed.

"What d'you want?"

"Identity cards and ration books," she muttered.

"Right," he said. "How many?"

"Two of each. When can your forger get them done by?"

"Tonight. What names should he put?"

"Martha Jones," she said. "And John Smith."

"Fabulous. And where shall I deliver them to? Where are you staying?"

"Mrs May's place."

"Oh," winced Joe. "You need carpets?"

"Carpets, sheets, a wardrobe, clothes, wallpaper, a mop a broom…"

"Wait, wait," said Joe. He was writing everything down in a small black book. "This is gonna be tricky."

"Sorry Joe," she said. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"Don't worry I think I know where I can lay me hands on some. They'll come with your ration books. In the meantime-" He opened his briefcase and pressed a few objects into her hand. "Spam. Tinned peaches. Milk. Butter. Bread."

"Joe! I can't except this!"

"Come on, it's on the house. Anyways, there's just enough for one night. Until you get your ration books."

"How much would it cost?"

"Nothing for you."

"That's not fair. If you won't take money let me do you a favour."

"Fine," he said immediately. "Let me take you to the pictures tomorrow night."

"Fine," she said. "And thank you." She leant in and kissed him on the cheek. "I think you may have just saved our lives."

"Don't think on it," he told her. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Martha! Not been waiting too long I hope!" Martha turned to see the Doctor jogging towards them. Martha opened the door and he came and sat in the back seat on the car.

"Look," she said showing him the food. "Joe gave them to us for nothing. And we've got some identity cards and ration books being forged for us and he'll deliver them for you."

"Right," said the Doctor unenthusiastically. "Well done… you didn't get a job did you?"

"No."

"Good. I got one for both of us."

"Doctor, that's great!" cried Martha, leaning over the seats to hug him. "What?"

"It's not the best," he admitted. "Not like what you had… before. It's at the bank."

"Swallow bank?" asked Joe curiously.

"Yeah," said the Doctor.

"Mr Mainwaring's bank."

"Mr Mainwaring," said Martha. "The captain?"

"Sorry," said the Doctor. "And there's a catch."

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