A/N: Maybe this chapter will actually get reviews : (
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Martha: Why did you take The Doctor's memory?
Me: I'm sorry! I couldn't change it because I don't own it!
Chapter 1: Martha, 1ST PERSON
I didn't exactly like the maid cover.
I spent my days scrubbing the floors, then delivering meals, then scrubbing the floors again because the boys didn't bother to wipe their feet.
I especially disliked the racist comments from the boys. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to get The Doctor back and get out of here.
The only person who was nice to me was Jenny, well, except for John Smith, who was The Doctor's made up character.
I had just finished my breakfast round with Jenny when the boys that attended the school began to sing and raise the flag.
That was our signal to get back to our room until the boys got into class.
As I was walking up the stairs, The Do- no, Mr. Smith, walked by.
"Good mornin' sir." Said Jenny happily
"Morning." He said absentmindedly.
Just as we got back to our room, one of the teachers began to ring the bell.
I heard stomps and yelling below us. I heard a quick shout and it quieted down.
After all the classes started, Jenny and I grabbed our supplies and went downstairs to scrub the floor.
We had made it to our third stop, next to the stairs, when Mr. Smith walked by again.
"Good morning sir." I said, wanting to be the one to say hello this time.
He turned to look at me. "Yes…" he said, turning away and walking up the stairs.
"Head in the clouds, that on." Said Jenny. "Don' know why you're so sweet on 'im."
"He's just kind to me, that's all." I said. "Not everyone's that considerate with me being a…" I pointed to myself.
"A Londoner?" Said Jenny happily.
"That's right! Good ol' London town!" I said.
Just then, two of the boys walked by. Something Baines and… I honestly didn't know.
"Now the, you two." Said the one I think is Baines. "You're not paid to have fun, are you?
"Yes sir, sorry… sir." Said Jenny. She sounded like she just wanted to strangle the kid.
"You there, what's your name again?" Said the other one, rather rudely.
"Martha… sir." I said, suppressing the urge to strangle them myself. "Martha Jones."
"Tell me then Jones." Said the boy. "With like those, how can you tell if anything's clean?" He finished, laughing.
Baines joined in and they walked away laughing.
"That's very funny sir." I mumbled to myself.
"Now don't get mad." Said Jenny.
"I want to smack my bucket over his head." I said.
"Oh I wish!" Replied Jenny, trying to suppress her laughter. "Imagine though. In a few years, boys like that will be running the country!"
"1913… they may not." I whispered.
John Smith, 1st person.
I was walking down the hall, carrying a rather large stack of books, when I was startled.
"Good morning, Mr. Smith." Said a voice next to me.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, dropping my top book.
I looked over to see the Matron trying to suppress a smile.
I tried to get my book. "Here, let me help you." Said the Matron.
"No, no, I've got it." I tried to think of a way to grab the book.
"Here" I said, handing her the stack of books.
I bent down to pick up my book.
"So how was Jenkins?" I asked after picking up my book.
"Oh, just a cold. I think he was missing his mother." Said the Matron.
"Now we can't have that." I said.
"Yes, well he received a letter this morning and he was a lot more chipper… I appear to be holding your books." She said.
"Oh! Oh yes! I stuttered out, trying to take the stack of books back.
"Why don't I take half?" She asked.
"Brilliant idea!" I said, taking the top half. "Perfect, division of labor."
"We make quite a team."
"Don't we just."
"So, were these books heading in any particular direction?" She asked me.
"Yes, this way." I said, turning around.
She followed me, and we started up a conversation. I called her Matron, and she interrupted me.
"When it's just you and me, I'd prefer you to call me nurse Redfern." She said. I nodded.
"Though we've known each other for all of two months, you could even call me Joan." She said.
"Joan?"
"Well, yes. That is my name."
"Oh…"
"And its John, isn't it?" she asked me.
"Yes."
"Well John, have you seen this?" She asked, gesturing to a flyer about the village dance.
"The village dance tomorrow. It's nothing formal but rather fun. Do you think you'll go?" She asked.
"Uh… um… I-I don't…" I stuttered.
"It's been a rather long time since someone's asked me to a dance." She said.
"Well… uh… I should imagine that you'd be… I mean… I never thought you'd be one for… I mean… there's no reason why you shouldn't… but even if I did I… I mean… I would want to…" I stuttered.
"The stairs." Said Joan.
"What?"
"The stairs!" She shouted.
Suddenly I was falling.
Rose Tyler, 3rd person.
It was impossible. It couldn't be happening, but yet it was.
She sat, staring at the readings on her computer at Torchwood base. She had been staring at them for ten minutes… or was it thirty?
"Impossible." She kept muttering.
Suddenly, a tear slipped down her cheek.
"Johnson!" She shouted for her co-worker. "Johnson quickly!"
It was impossible, completely and utterly impossible, but it was staring her right in the face.
The walls of the universe were cracking in places… which meant she could find him.
She could find her Doctor.
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