Martha sat in her desk, typing. Suddenly, her cell phone rang from beside her. She jumped slightly, unprepared, but quickly picked the device up. It was an unknown number. Slightly puzzled, Martha pressed answer call and brought it up to her ear.

"Hello?" Martha asked. The Doctor's voice immediately rang loudly into her ear and she winced, bringing the phone away slightly before returning it to its original place at her ear. She listened, waiting.

"SHIELD? Never heard of it, Doctor. But I'll ask around. . . yeah, okay. Got it. Don't worry, we'll get you out of there." She placed the phone in her pocket and stood up, going swiftly to her office door. She smiled.

Rescuing the Doctor, just like old times.


"Martha, where're we heading exactly?" the pilot asked, flipping a switch above his head. Martha, without looking at him, replied:

"Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Use the scanner. It should tell us where the Doctor is at."

"On it." The pilot glanced at a small screen down by the controls and pressed a few buttons. A regular yellow circle on a green background appeared. A line went around, searching. A beeping sound filled the aircraft. A small dot blinked into view.

"Look, there he is. Shouldn't be too long until we get there. About seven hours," the pilot said, pointing.

"Alright. Just find the helicarrier and we'll get him back," Martha directed, smiling. She couldn't wait to see him again.


"Who'd you call?" Tony asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh," the Doctor smirked, "just an old friend."

"You've got some trick up your sleeve, haven't you?"

"Me? No~" The Doctor winked at Stark.

"Oh, you haven't, haven't you? You've totally just done something."

"Maaaaaybe."

"Whatever it is, I'll be waiting."


"Wow, that is one huge floating ship," Martha breathed in wonder as she gazed at the helicarrier, still with the invisibility engaged. They were high up enough so she could clearly see it.

"Landing in three, two, one," the pilot started, angling the jet towards the floating base. There were already dozens of workers watching the spectacle of two dozen armed ships with their guns aimed on them. Martha waited, guns ready, for them to land. As soon as they were settled, she opened the drop door. A few soldiers walked out with her, guns in their hands.

At once, a man with an eyepatch walked up to them. He glowered at them, aiming his gun at them. "Who are you?"

Martha pulled up a badge, showing it to him. "Martha Jones, with the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, otherwise known as UNIT."

"I'm Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," he said. "If you don't mind, why don't you tell me why you're here?"

"We've had reason to believe you may be harboring an alien on board."

"Oh, really? And just who told you that?"

Martha glared at Fury. "I know you have him. Is the Doctor available for call?" She smiled coldly.

Fury growled. He knew he shouldn't have trusted that damn alien.

"Yes, we have him. But you're not getting him."

"That's not a suggestion. He's under our protection. UNIT deals with aliens; whatever operation you're running here doesn't have the authority to. Now, it'd be a really good time to take us to the Time Lord."

Knowing he probably wasn't going to win this, Fury turned around. "Follow me."


The Doctor sat in a glass cell, looking fairly bored. Martha smiled upon seeing him; although, really, was the prison necessary? The Doctor wouldn't hurt anyone, even if he's being held hostage in some American fortress.

"Doctor! I'm here to take you home!" Martha announced as she walked in. The Time Lord shot up, grinning. The man next to him started, turning around.

"Finally! Martha, I've been waiting for nine hours-"

"I don't need the exact time, Doctor."

"Oh, right."

"So, this is what you were planning? Of course, you're friends with some sort of alien agency," Stark muttered, rubbing his chin.

"Alright then, Director Fury. If you'd please?" Martha turned to the one-eyed man glowering by the control panel. Without a word, he opened the cell. The Doctor stepped out and immediately hugged his old companion tightly.

"Good to see you too, Doctor," Martha choked. She pushed him away.

"Now all I need's my TARDIS and I'll be good," the Time Lord said.

Martha smirked, snapping her fingers. The blue box was rolled in on a platform. "Already got it covered, Doctor."