Martha woke with a start. She had that strange dream again, the one with the nurse named Rory. It was weird how real it felt, but it was just a dream.

Wasn't it?

She sighed softly and closed her eyes. Why was it that you could never re-join a dream where you left off?

Her mobile rang on the nightstand next to her bed. She felt for it blindly and answered. "Hello?"

"Hiya Martha!" The voice of her best friend Nicola was on the other end. "Shit. I didn't wake you, did I?" She groaned softly. "I never could get the hang of that whole time difference thing."

"It's a six hour difference between England and Illinois," Martha replied as she pulled herself from bed. "But you didn't wake me. I was getting up anyway. I'm due at work tonight."

"Our little Martha Jones, a big fancy doctor in America," Nicola retorted. "How is it there?"

"Chicago or the hospital?"

"BOTH!"

"Chicago is great. It's big, but it doesn't feel as busy as London. Cost of living is definitely lower," Martha commented. "Loyola is great too. The level of care in America is brilliant, but I still feel a bit like a fish out of water, you know?"

"You'll get the hang of it," Nicola insisted. "Maybe even meet a nice bloke. Your very own McSteamy or better yet, Clooney."

Martha laughed. "Contrary to what American television would have you believe, I have yet to meet any doctors that even remotely resembled Eric Dane or George Clooney. Besides..." Thoughts of her dream nurse popped into her head. "Maybe what I need is someone who isn't a doctor."

"Does that mean I can give Tom a ring?" Nicola joked.

"Actually, the two of you might be good for each other."

Nicola laughed. "Really?"

"Yea, just name the first one after me."

"Done!" Nicola laughed harder. "I gotta let you go. My break is nearly over and Oliver's been on a power trip lately. Talk to you soon love!"

"Bye Nicola."

Martha tossed her phone on the bed and began to get ready for work. If she hurried, she'd have enough time to stop at her favourite diner before her shift began.

Martha smiled as she walked inside the diner. It brought back memories of a chip shop she used to go to back in London. It was funny how the little things always reminded her of home.

"Martha!" the waitress behind the counter beamed when she saw her. "The usual?"

"Yea." Martha nodded as she headed for her regular seat in the corner of the diner. "Thanks Linda."

As she passed the counter, Martha was certain that she caught the bloke eating pie checking out her bum. American men seemed to be more blatant about those sorts of things, but at least he was attractive. That was more than she could say for some of the elderly arse pinchers she came across at work.

After a few minutes, Linda delivered a cheeseburger and a plate of chips along with a large coffee to Martha's table. It wasn't the healthiest dinner, but the combination of caffeine, protein and carbohydrates would get her through the late shift in the trauma centre.

"Is this seat taken?" a male voice asked from above.

Martha looked up, half expecting to see the cute bloke from the counter. Instead, she found herself staring into the grey-green eyes of a man she had only seen in her dreams. She dropped her burger. "Doctor?"

"Hello, Martha." The Doctor smiled as he took a seat across from her.

Once the initial shock wore off, the reality set in. "So it was all real?" she asked.

The Doctor nodded as he helped himself to her chips. "Latent memories of an aborted timeline."

"Does he remember me?" Martha asked before she could stop herself.

The Doctor averted his eyes and that was the only answer she needed.

"It's for the best," she replied for her own benefit. "He has Amy back and it's June, so they'll be getting married soon."

The Doctor forced a smile, but there was sadness in his eyes. Martha stared at him closely and realised that he was older than the version she remembered. Much older.

"Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling me?"

"I kept my promise," the Doctor told her simply. "They lived well and they were very happy."

Martha nodded slowly. A strange sensation churned inside of her and she decided not to press him for details. "River was right. It is bizarre having more than one timeline in your head at once."

The Doctor shrugged. "Just a regular day for me."

Martha smirked. "She said you'd say that."

"You could come with me, you know." The Doctor suggested. "Give me another chance to right some more wrongs," he added hopefully.

"I think you've more than made it up to me, Doctor," Martha insisted. "Besides, I'm gonna try being average for a bit."

"Oh, Martha. You could never be average."

"But I can be happy," Martha retorted. "River told me my future."

The Doctor frowned. "She did what?"

Martha waved off his frustration. "No major details. Just that I was going to meet an American in a hospital and that we'd fall in love."

"She should not have told you that." The Doctor fidgeted with his bowtie. "I swear, when I get my hands on that woman."

Martha leaned in close to him. "Do you know something?"

"Spoilers," he replied defiantly.

"Just give me a hint," Martha begged playfully. "Anything!"

The Doctor exhaled as he stood up. "Foreknowledge is—"

"A dangerous thing," Martha completed his sentence with a roll of her eyes. "I know."

"Good." The Doctor nodded resolutely as he straightened his bowtie.

"Will I see you again?" Martha asked.

"I might pop in from time to time."

Martha smiled. "Answer your phone if give you a ring."

"I'll answer," the Doctor promised. "And Martha." He reached in his pocket and tossed something to her.

Martha turned the object over in her hands. "Psychic paper?"

The Doctor nodded his head towards the guy at the counter and winked before leaving the diner.

Martha opened the flap on the psychic paper and smiled as she read it to herself. 'His name is Dean Winchester.'

******Author's Note: That's the end my lovelies. As I told you before, the epilogue leads into a second story. I think you can guess that with that last line the next one will be a crossover story. River's line about Martha falling for an American wasn't just a throwaway line. So if you're a fan of SuperWho crossovers, please read my next story, Hold On. If not, thanks for reading Chasing Pavements. I hope you enjoyed it! ******