Donna pulled up to an iron gate in front of a disturbingly large building. Guards lined the outside walls, moving every now and again and not taking too kindly to Donna turning the radio up whilst she waited for someone to let her in. A guard soon came over, still maintaining a tight grip of his gun, and Donna rolled down her window.
"Can I help?" He asked sternly.
"I wondered if I could talk to Martha. Dr. Martha Jones," Donna leaned out of the window, and whispered "I'm a, uh, friend of the Doctor." She gave a sly wink.
The guard stared at her blankly. "You're a friend of Martha Jones?" He asked in confusion.
"No! Well, sort of, don't really know her that well. I mean THE Doctor. UNIT's 'special friend'" Donna air quoted and nudged as much as she could but nothing seemed to be getting past the blood red beret.
"I'm going to have to ask you to turn around madam. It appears you're lost. There's a hospital just of Kings' Street down there." The guard pointed down a road in the opposite direction, and seemingly stepped back to give Donna room to reverse. But, of course, she didn't. Instead Donna sighed heavily, opened the car door as violently as she could in hope of hitting the guard, and stared the half-wit directly in his blank eyes.
"Look here Brigadoon," Donna yelled, poking the guard in his bulletproof chest plate "We both know exactly what I'm talking about. You UNIT lot can be as naive as you want with the general populous but I've been dragged across the universe and nearly died who knows how many times in the last few months and I would've thought that would earn me at least a smidgen of respect from an idiot such as yourself." Donna breathed and stared into the guard's petrified eyes, who could only manage an elongated "Um".
"Donna?"
Donna twisted around and saw a familiar figure striding towards her. Martha Jones. She was in a lab coat, and was carrying a few loose files and folders under her arms. Donna preferred seeing Martha out of her military garb. It made her feel so much more human. Donna gave a warm smile when Martha was a few metres away and Martha immediately threw her arms open as the two hugged.
"Donna it's great to see you! Where's, uh, you know who? I'm going to guess this visit has got something to do with him."
"Hasn't everything?" Donna sighed "He's out doing some investigating of some kind. Got another alien problem."
"Something we should know about?" Martha asked, already looking slightly on edge.
"Well, sort of. Nothing of massive world-ending concern, we just found an alien living in a house. I thought you guys might want to take him and, you know, look after him." Donna looked at Martha hopefully who immediately looked away.
"Oh, Donna, I wouldn't think that's best. We're better at...stopping aliens rather than rehabilitating them. Seems a bit odd that the Doctor would suggest that; he's not UNIT's biggest fan."
"Yeah, well, it was more my idea. We had differing opinions on what to do with the over-grown smurf." Donna rolled her eyes.
"He gets like that," Martha smiled and Donna nodded solemnly. "The trouble is more often than not he knows what's best."
Donna sighed as an inevitable apology reared its ugly head on the horizon.