Martha had woken up several hours after the Doctor, surprised when she came down that he was sitting there with two cups of coffee waiting. She joined him, taking her own cup and drinking the warm bitter liquid. It diminished the tiredness which racked her body, awakening every cell in her. She took another sip, balancing out the initial shock of the drink to calm the quarrel of her tired mind and her woken body. She looked back at the Doctor, the slender man not moving as he gazed out the window. He must have been lost in his own mind, since it seemed her appearance had not do a thing to his concentration on the small shop across the way. He was just sitting there, motionless which made Martha worry a bit as her concentration was on the man she had traveled with for so many months.
"Doctor, are you alright?" She asked, the mug within her fingers feeling cooler and her hand adjusted to the radiating warmth. She brought it back to her lips and took another drink, waiting for his answer.
He shuffled, his head turning back towards his companion. She was still colored with the sleep of last night, though she continued to drink the bitter caffeine in her palms. He himself couldn't drink the liquid, it being much too bitter and pungent for his taste buds; it just sat there, warming the skin in which it touched. He had been thinking of ways to approach this situation, how to attend to such a thing as another Time Lord, rather a Time Lady, being in the universe other then himself. He was ecstatic, he was confused, he was dismal, he just couldn't figure out which was the one he wanted to be true. He wanted to just do what he always did, run. He wanted to just fly away and leave the artist to live away the rest of her life; yet he couldn't find it in himself to do such a thing. He wanted, if not needed, to be forgiven. He wanted to pour out his wrong doings unto another Time Lord and beg for forgiveness in knowing that his actions had been rectified and of well intentions. That was all he wanted; forgiveness.
"We need to go back to the TARDIS. I have a scanner there that can confirm if she is Gallifreyian; even through the biological configuration." She nodded, rising from her seat after her alien companion.
The two of them began towards the door, the two mugs forgotten on the table by the window. The room was silent besides the steps of the travelers, though the scuffling amongst the kitchen staff in the back was echoed towards the front. Martha followed behind her Doctor, his long seeping brown jacket pulled back as his hands were stuffed in his pockets. His features were stern, as though he was inwardly fighting himself. Martha wondered what was racing through his mind, so much had happened since falling out of the vortex only the other day and here they were, now debating on what to do about the possibility of another Time Lord living along the surface of Earth. As they reached the pale white door, pulling it back, they were met half way by a tall figure. Martha nearly ran into the men before her, peeking out from behind the Doctor to see who now stood in their way.
She raised a brow, the man being about the size of the Time Lord, maybe even inches taller. His wide broad shoulders and olive skin gave off a sense of an intimidating spectrum towards the companion; the Doctor and the human's eyes locked in a sort of battle themselves. Martha ignored the somewhat thick atmosphere which boiled around them, her eyes examining the tall handsome man. He had a lean built, his features somewhat hidden by the suit he was dressed in. His dark hair was smoothed, combed in such a way that it made it look like a neat mess, giving his dark emerald eyes a sort of, hidden and mysterious look. As she looked between the two, it was as if they were mirroring the other; their hands both stuffed within their pockets, their heads somewhat tilted back as if examining the other. Martha wanted to cough or create some distraction for each other to break the thickening tension in the small space within the door threshold.
"Jensen! On time as always." Sounded the angelic voice of the pale Mair who trotted down the stairs. "Oh, I guess you've met my new friends."
The attentions of the three people were transferred from the tension built in the door towards the younger and smaller girl now slipping on a pair of tattered trainer. Mair had come down dressed in a faded grey jumper which hung around her shoulder, the cream colored tank top peeking over her shoulder, a tight fitting black skirt which hugged her hips and magnified the pale flesh beneath the fabric and a printed scarf to curve around her thin neck to finish the look. Martha groaned inwardly as the small girl looked wonderful, with her pale blonde locked twisted into a messy bun with her bangs swept across her brow to frame those nearly translucent blue hues. She had painted her lips in a brilliant shade of cherry red, which showed brightly across her dusty pink cheeks.
"Yeah, just sort of ran into them. Well, I'm Jensen, Jensen Williams. You are…?" The broad man's lips tugged into a prideful smile as he extended his hand outwardly towards the Doctor, who stared down at the extended limb before grasping it firmly and giving it a stern shake.
"I'm the Doctor, pleasure to meet you." Martha could see past that façade of smiles and wit which the Doctor showcased for the man whom he had created such a tension within just mere seconds upon meeting.
"Doctor huh? Doctor of what exactly?" Jensen raised his deep seated brow, questionably, his hand dropping back to his pockets; the Doctor following suit.
"Oh you know, a little bit of everything really." Martha felt a pang of anger as she seemed to go unnoticed by the two men, though it seemed if she were a pale blonde Welsh girl, their attention wouldn't have left her. "Oh, and this is my companion, Martha Jones. Go on and say hi."
Martha was used to the normal antics of the men she met alongside the Doctor, most of them taking her hand gentlemanly and pressing a light kiss upon her hand with a smile peering right up at her. She hated the look in which he gave her, merely nodding his head and turning back towards the slender man whom had brought up the conversation around the word Doctor.
"I'm also a doctor, though of medicine." Jensen replied only to look past the Doctor and Martha towards Mair; a brilliant smile of conquest upon his lips. "I have a new test I want to run by you."
The Welsh girl smiled up at him, in which the Doctor seemed to have a fierceness brighten in his eyes. He didn't enjoy the sound of people testing the naïve girl whom believe she was a sickly human. It scorned him to relive such medical testing's in which he, himself, had undergone in his previous incarnation. He hated the image of them tying her down as they scanned her for any difference, only to be dishearten upon finding that nothing was out of the ordinary; then to continue with another test. He felt a feeling of protectiveness growing stronger beneath his skin as he watched the Ghost of Gallifrey take hold of the mysterious man's hand, like he was losing her if she left.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you two and you're welcome back anytime." Mair waved as she led the way out the door, Jensen leading her into a black SVU; the window dimmed and blacked.
He turned around, closing the door after the blonde disappeared in the vehicle. A smirk poked at his features as he looked back at the Doctor and Martha. His face gave Martha the chills, as his eyes once more locked with the Doctor's. He stiffened, something of distaste and anger beginning to form on his face as he looked back at the man. Martha didn't like the looks they were sending, didn't like the tension which was created by this Jensen Williams character. Bringing two fingers together, he gave something of a half hearted salute to the Doctor and his companion, a small arrogant laugh leaving his lips as he called back to them before entering the machine.
"Be seeing ya, Doctor."