As the quickly descending sun hovered over the plain rooftops on London, Martha stared quietly down at the pavement as she walked sluggishly to the meeting place the Doctor had picked. When she had agreed to travel with the Doctor, she didn't sign up for being trapped in old, cold 1969.

Nineteen bloody sixty nine… she thought as she kicked an idle stone from her path. Not only were the people completely different that she felt like an outside, next to nobody was willing to give her a job due to her… skin colour. The thought gave her a negative shiver down her spine as she entered the square the Doctor had chosen, sitting down on an old and near rotting bench. She cheered up slightly at the lovely woman that had given her a place in a small shop just up the road, most likely out of pity.

She sighed with impatient-ness, the hotness of her breath mixing with the cold air, making a wisp of white flurry in front of her. She smiled slightly and sighed again, the whiteness erupting from her mouth. As she watched the ice white substance disappear, she noticed something in one of the corner alleys; a blue, eliminating flash.

Frowning, she stood from the bench and stared at the alleyway entrance. As she tip toed further, she heard a groan; several in fact.

Peering her head around the corner, she saw the collapsed figure of a woman, a dark helmet clutched securely in her arms. The woman was dressed in similar dark clothing, something that screamed to Martha this woman was defiantly not from this time period. Her blonde hair was tussled from pulling the helmet off and her chest was heaving for breath.

There were a few moments of silence (excluding the woman's heavy breath) before a red blinking appeared on her coat; a radio, walkie talkie- whatever. "Captain Tyler?" a male voice came. "Come in, Captain Tyler."

The woman tiredly brought her left arm from her side and pushed down on the side button. Taking another breath, she replied, "I'm good, Mickey. Just a little bruised is all."

"Want me to bring you back?" 'Mickey' asked, several tapings of a keyboard clearly hear able over the radio.

"No," the woman said quickly, pulling herself into a sitting position. "Nah, I'm fine," she looked down at her wrist watch as she got to her feet. She gave a half hearted laugh as she taped it. "Well, well, Mickey. 1969, that's way off! You should be ashamed of yourself," Captain Tyler continued in a joking manor as Martha stayed just outside the alleyway, listening intently to the conversation. It was obvious that this Tyler was a time traveller, maybe she could help her and the Doctor get back home. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to speak to this young woman. Something was… off about her.

"Shut up," the man laughed lightly. "He could be there, you never know."

Shaking her head in doubt, Tyler brought her hand to the radio again. "Oh, c'mon. What would the Doctor be doing in 1969? Besides telling NASA how they could get to the mo-"

"Captain Tyler, I'm getting readings of someone nearby," Mickey interrupted cautiously.

Captain Tyler's face instantly turned from humorous and light hearted, to serious and ready for anything. Martha swallowed to sudden lump in her throat as the woman took something from her leg pocket, inching quietly towards the alleyway entrance. "Come out," she barked, fingering whatever she had in her hand.

Martha stood completely still as she felt the woman getting closer and closer. What harm was this Tyler be to her? Plus, she apparently knew the Doctor- heck she was even looking for him! And he'd be here soon anyways…

Sighing quietly, Martha came out from her hiding spot, her hands in the air. The woman didn't move a muscle, but eyed the intruder intently, as if judging whether or not Martha was an actual threat. Coming to the conclusion that she was harmless, she put whatever was in her hand back into her pocket, standing up straighter as Martha put her hands down. "Hello," Tyler greeting somewhat kindly.

"Hi," Martha replied, looking her up and down. She was right, this woman was defiantly not from this time period, and from the look on Tyler's face, she was thinking the same thing. "Where are you from?"

Tyler's face lighted with slight laughter for a moment, replying eagerly, "Do you mean where or when?"

Martha smiled at the woman, a giggle emitting from her lips. "How about both?" she said. She walked forward and extended her hand. "Martha, London, twenty first century."

Tyler eyed her hand before taking it firmly in her own, shacking it happily. "Same really. I can't really tell you who I am, thought. Sorry, timelines and all that jazz."

A sigh came from over the radio, another voice coming through. "Captain, do you want the team over?"

The woman smiled again, bringing her hand to the device. "No, I don't think so, Jake. Over and out." She removed her hand and looked around the city square. "So, what would a twenty first century girl be doing in 1969?"

Then Martha remembered; the Doctor. "Trapped," she said in monotone. "With and by our mutual friend it seems," she added teasingly, Tyler frowning in confusion. "The Doctor," she ended with a smile.

"Told you…" Mickey said again, Tyler bringing her hand up to turn of the radio. "Excuse me?"

"I'm here with the Doctor. You said you were looking for him, didn't you?"

Tyler looked shocked at first, then a small amount of glee expressed on her face, which soon fled after she shook her head. "I'm probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I've probably got the wrong Doctor. As you know there are a load of him running around," she joked, mainly to herself.

"Tall? Really skinny? Great big mop of brown hair?" Martha asked, Tyler giving a small nod.

"Does he still wear that brown suit?" she asked quietly, Martha giving a nod in reply. Tyler gave a stiff chuckle, near tears. Martha, seeing the tears in her eyes as she looked down at the ground, was getting the sense that she shouldn't have said anything and just walked away. Nobody cries at their reunion with an old friend. Well, not just friends anyway.

There was a long silence, which was broken by the devil himself. "MARTHA!" he called, his voice echoing through the alleyway.

Martha waked backwards towards the entrance, Tyler following her slowly, as if daring herself to do so. "I'm here, Doctor!" she called back, watching as the Doctor turned from the centre of the square and towards her, a smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, there you are," he said happily as he sauntered over. "What are you doing in an alley- doesn't mater. I got us this little flat not too far from here and we're good to move in toni…" he trailed off, looking to who was behind his companion, his voice leaving him when he saw her face. The smile left his lips as he stared at her, his expression mirroring hers. Both were shocked, him more than her, a smile tugging at Tyler's lips as a lone tear ran down her cheek. "Hi, Doctor," she said weakly, slowly tip-toeing towards him.

A smile played on the Doctor's own lips as he advanced toward her himself, meeting her halfway, grapping her into a tight hug which lifted her off the ground. He breathed her in, whispering her name repeatedly, the name Martha was worried about hearing.

Rose.

Martha stomach dropped as she watched the reunion. This was Rose Tyler. The Rose Tyler that the Doctor never shut up about. The Rose Tyler who went missing more or less a year ago. This was the woman whos shadow she'd been cowering under ever since she'd met the Doctor. This was the woman… who he was hopelessly in love with, that it physically hurt her.

Now she was actually here, she was back in the Doctor's life. Martha couldn't believe the overwhelming sense of jealously she felt when she saw the look in the Doctor's eyes. He was happy; happier than she'd ever seen him before.

Martha turned and walked back toward the slowly rotting bench that greeted her, sitting on it slowly. She didn't want to look at the couple behind her. In fact, she was envious.

As soon as she heard the Doctor's name over that radio, she should have turned around and gone in the other direction as fast as she could, taking the Doctor with her. And now look what was going to happen. Martha predicted carefully, as she gave a quick glance behind her, quickly looking away as the Doctor and Rose… kissed… that she would become the third wheel, Rose's shadow once again.

No… she thought as she heard the two behind her giggle. She'd leave. A few more trips, she promised herself, and then she'd disappear from the Doctor's life. It was obvious, now more than ever, that he couldn't give her what she wanted.