A.N: I'm so sorry I wrote this at the end of April and just couldn't get to post it. It s faraway from perfect to far away in fact but after Saturday I'll be free for 3 months so I'll have plenty time to update Smith And Jones, Candles and We Could Be The Same.

Disclaimer: I don't know why I'm even bothering to write this..no, I don't own anything at all.

Smith And Jones Part 2

From her not so important memories of childhood, Martha vaguely remembered her plan about signing for doctors without borders in an order to save as much as life as possible. She was just seven when she'd decided to be a Doctor, at the time when it was still all black and white for her. She wanted to be a heroine, a character who popped up from magical tales she had been reading for like, forever. Seeing the way India suffered through the Masters monstrous reign just broke her heart. As a country poor from the start India was even worse than Britain had been. Whole country was battered and broken, children were bathing in blood, dying maybe not because of Toclafane but infections around them.

She remembered entering the country with non-stopping screams and a smell so bad that made her want to puke, the smell of death. Mickey had closed her eyes, refusing to show her what was happening. Her companion seemed to stand strong against this terror from an unknown reason. She had no idea who he was or where he came from but she trusted him completely within days. She didn't know why, he made her feel safe.

Now they were wandering around in the darkest streets, trying to find one particular man. A man who said no and survived with severe injuries, a man who had the ability and fame to start a rebellion at India, Aadi Maneesh.

Martha stood there in the dark, afraid to get noticed by anyone. Mickey was holding her hand protectively and carrying a gun with his free hand. Nobody seemed to care because they didn't matter to anyone. Perception filters were really doing their work, protecting them from the crowd.

Then a girl came near them. She was covered with mud, her dress was dirty and old, it was also too big for her. Her black hair was ruined and her eyes were glistening with tears. ''Your earrings are shiny.'' She said with a small voice.

At first Martha didn't notice. She was too occupied with the crowd. People were suffering, dying from blood loss, exhaustion and hunger. She felt so useless, they were dying and she couldn't do anything…at all.

Times like this she really wondered what was the advantage of being a doctor when you couldn't help people. But no, she was wrong. She was helping the Doctor, himself. Crossing countries just to give him hope, hope was all they needed.

''Thank you.'' She said with a smile, her voice was as sweet as it could be in the middle of a war.

''But that gun scares the other children.'' The girl said slowly. She was obviously wise beyond her years. She pointed her finger at Mickey, who just chuckled and lowered his weapon.

'Doesn't it scare you too? ''

Martha was being as sweet as she could but girl's eyes were hard, like she knew something Martha obviously wasn't aware of.

''My father says not to be scared of anything, our hopes should protect us.''

Oh Doctor, you would have loved her.

''What is your name little one?''

Girl smiles half heartedly, she isn't sure if she can trust this foreign woman, but then curiosity took over and she eventually she gave in.

''Aleesha, what is yours ?''

''You've seen these kind of destruction haven't you?''

They were sitting in front of the campfire, talking slowly so the children wouldn't wake up. Camp was inside of a warehouse but the walls didn't protect them from the cold. They had to sit close because it was dead cold and they only had one blanket. Mickey was ready to fall asleep when Martha started to talk. He just looked at her face, ghosts of his past forming behind his chocolate eyes.

''Yeah. '' he said after a while, he was unsure if he should tell her or not. Rose was so sure that he could have trust this woman.

''Ever heard the battle of Canary Wharf ?''

Martha's mood completely changed and she started to look to her hands.

''My cousin died there. Addie. One day she went to work and never came back.''

Mickey looked at her understandingly, Canary Wharf was a fixed point in time, no way to change it.

''Well a couple of months before Canary Wharf in your timeline I went to a parallel world with Doc and Rose. Ended up staying there fighting for the sake of human race because that world was invaded by cybermen. I practically watch them born. Then one day they disappeared, we fallowed after them and found ourselves at Torchwood Tower. ….''

''You are Torchwood then.'' Martha said with a small smile. It was going to be interesting.

''You don't seem surprised.''

''Jack is Torchwood, from Cardiff.''

So Harkness was in this mess too, no he wasn't surprised but no matter how much they hated each other Jack was now another poor soul tortured by Master.

''Oh, that's Torchwood 3. Rose and her dad are the directors of Torchwood One back at home…well it was never home. I have my own field team, head of the agent force. Anyway my mission is to help you to get the Doctor to the right place and the right time.''

''Why ?''

''Because we're playing matchmaking. First one gets Rose and the Doctor together wins.''

''That is a joke right ?.'' Martha thought for a moment, she should have been jealous but she wasn't not anymore. Mickey just grinned evilly.

''It is my ultimate revenge on Jack Harkness.''

Next on Smith and Jones The Saxoncode...

Fires burnt through the Bosphorus, between two collapsed bridges there was a ship trying so hard not to get burnt. With him at her side Martha Jones felt no fear.

''So that was his plan.''

''Do you think we can do it ?''

''Rose certainly thought so.''