Martha stood there staring at the door for a couple minutes in complete shock. He had just went and left her… again! The Doctor had even left saying he couldn't be in the room. That was complete bollucks! It had to be because what in the world could she do that he couldn't witness. Martha told herself to think hard as her reverie was disrupted by the almost forgotten slightly younger female voice behind her.
"He always does that, yeah?"
Martha could do nothing but nod softly and sigh. "Yeahhh."
"So, do you know what you're going to do to, uh, fix me?"
Martha laughed, embarrassed, as Amy joined her. "No idea."
"So, same as usual then?"
Martha turned around and grinned at her. "Yeah." It was almost freaky how in tune they were with each other, but it was also comforting. It was like talking to yourself, except you were in another body. It didn't make much sense, but after living the life she had for the past year and a half it was normal. "But, that's just the thing isn't Amy? The Doctor didn't just strand me to be an arse. He did it for a reason. Him and Rose. What have they got in common?"
Amy concentrated, frantically trying to help. "They travel in the TARDIS. They, uh, Oh! The time vortex, they've both experienced the time vortex!"
"No, that can't be it. Besides, I'm not even sure the Doctor has experienced the same thing. Wouldn't put it past him though."
"They got shared history. They've both traveled with you!"
Martha grinned a million miles wide. "That's it! That's what they've got which is why they had to leave! They have memories of me and that is exactly what we can't have interfering with us because this time it's not an alien, it's not even a bloody thing! It's a process! And that's what's eating away at your memories! And I gotta reverse it!"
Amy shared in her excitement. "Your medical training. There's something deep in there. I can almost… can't quite… it's a therapy!"
"A progressive one at that. Hanson's Auditory Retroactive Displacement or HARD for short. I knew studying random things for my rounds would work out eventually!"
Amy frowned. "But, it's not proven. As you know it's for psychosis patients to relieve visions. You don't even know if it's going to work."
Martha stayed upbeat. "I don't, but we know a man, don't we? Flies by the seat of his pants every damn day, and you know what?" Amy nodded as she replied in tune with Martha. "He always goes with his gut!"
Amy became excited. "Ok! Now, I don't know the procedure completely, so…" She stopped suddenly as she screamed in pain holding her head with her right hand. "It hurts!"
Martha was already in take charge mode. "Lay down." Amy lay down, still holding her head, and Martha sat on the bed next to her staring into her eyes. "I want you to repeat after me, ok." Amy nodded fearfully. "I am not Martha Jones. I am not Martha Jones."
With an unsure fear she repeated, "I am not Martha Jones. I am not Martha Jones."
"Good keep doing it. Just, concentrate and close your eyes." Amy kept repeating the same five word sentence as Martha scanned the room hurriedly looking for something, anything to help. Oh, there was nothing! Her eyes fell on a picture on the wall of a younger Amy wearing a football uniform. Had to have been high school and it was a shot in the dark, but she had to try it. "I played football in high school." Amy repeated as Martha continued trying to find anything at all that would be a memory separate from her own. "I have a boyfriend named Zach. I…" Martha found a very old photo on the wall. An almost toddler aged Amy was holding a purple bike. She had to be four or five, but she needed to guess perfectly for it to work. "I received a purple bicycle from my mum when I was five."
Amy repeated the statement once, than began to spew other statements. "My dad's name is Joseph. My first job was when I was sixteen working at Barnaby's Grocery Store. I was born in 1959. My name is… I'm Amy Smith, but who is this Martha Jones person?"
Martha shushed her as Amy began to distance herself from reality. "Nobody. That's not even her name. That was that woman you met one day at Barnaby's, and her name was Jane Jones. Remember?"
Amy smiled as she drifted off. "Oh yeah… great woman she was. We had a nice chat about bananas and how she had been disrespected by that man, John."
"But, that was it, Amy. You never saw Jane Jones again. And you finally were able to rest for the test."
Amy muttered silently half asleep. "Thank you, miss. I never got your name."
Martha smiled. "I'm just a friend."
Amy was now sound asleep and Martha was overjoyed at herself. She had been beyond clever. At every turn she had been right and she had pulled off an almost impossible feat. Martha had found exactly what she had always been looking for and was ready. She knew what she had to do next.
The wind outside the dorm picked up as a blue box materialized right outside the window. Martha smiled at the box. The TARDIS. Her home for the past year and a half. The Doctor had believed one hundred percent in her to save Amy and she couldn't forgive him enough for it.
Martha grinned as she got up and found Amy's stack of stories. She gently pushed them into the nearby trash can and found a match after looking in several desk doors. Martha struck the match and threw it into the can. If Amy never heard about the Doctor again there would never be a relapse and she could go on living her life normally as she did before being affected.
As it burned Martha whistled a tune to herself. "Memories, memories. Sweet, sweet, memories." Martha smiled happily as she walked over to the door, opened it, and shut it behind her leaving Amy asleep and cured, and the story completely burned up.
Now, that was the easy part. Martha strode nervously toward the TARDIS. It was time to stand up for herself no matter how hard this was going to be. It was simply time.
The TARDIS doors opened normally as the Doctor called from inside, "See, I knew you could do it, Martha. Bloody brilliant, you are!"
It was now or never. Martha tried to smile as best she could to keep from crying as she met his eyes from the door. "Doctor, please take me home."