Hello! Thank you all for reading and reviewing! This will be my last chapter for a little while, but don't worry, I will come back to this!
For the time being, I will be working on There's An Angel in My Living Room, (sounds like it is), and my other story I Stole a Time Lord will
be updated occasionally. It is seasons 1-6 and beyond told from the TARDIS's perspective.

Thanks again for reviewing!

Disclaimer: Insert witty disclaimer here.

"Doctor, is that actually going to do any good?" Martha asked skeptically. The Doctor looked up at her. He had been sonicking a garbage can out of (what it looked like to Martha) frustration. He pulled a scowl. Jack seemed distracted; he was looking around at all the commotion. He seemed slightly nervous, and Martha noticed.

"Well…" said the Doctor as a cat leaped furiously out of the garbage can and scampered off.

"Jack," Martha interrupted as the Doctor was about to answer her question. "What's the matter Jack?"

The Doctor looked over at him, and it took Jack a moment to notice that both of them were looking at him. He smiled cheekily, but failed to hide the nerves underneath.

"Nothing," he said. "Just…looking around," the Doctor looked at him a moment, and started rummaging through his pockets muttering to himself. He seemed slightly worried. Martha tried, and failed to get something out of him, and for lack of anything better to do, she looked around at the dark, disgusting alley.

They had been looking all over this god forsaken town, in the middle of a German air raid, and they had found nothing. Absolutely nothing. She walked over to the overturned garbage can and sat down.

"Hardly a good spot," said Jack, who had sat himself down on an old desk. He patted his knee. "Come have a seat."

Martha snorted.

"Jack, I'm married," she said, rolling her eyes. Jack raised his eyebrows at her.

"Could have…" he stopped mid sentence, and his eyes widened in horror. Well…perhaps not horror, but it was the closest thing to horror you could get with Jack: a mixture of awkwardness, amusement, and fear. Martha stared at him.

"Jack," she said somewhat urgently. "Jack, what is it?"

Jack didn't reply, he was to busy staring at a point over their heads. As Martha turned to look, Jack leaped to his feet and without a word; he sprinted out of sight, and down a separate alleyway.

"Jack!" Martha called. The Doctor looked up from his rummaging.

"What?" he said. He looked around. "Wha…what was that for? You scare him off or something?"

"I…I don't know…" Martha trailed off, and then she stiffened.

"Doctor," she said sharply. The Doctor looked up at her, and followed her line of sight. Martha prepared to run for her life as the person…it looked like a man came nearer and nearer. He spotted them and slowed to a stop, breathing heavily. He smiled at them, and there was something about him that made Martha believe he wasn't going to hurt them. The Doctor didn't say anything.

"Hello," panted the man.

"Hi," Martha said uncertainly. She looked to the Doctor, but she couldn't see his face.

"Sorry to bother you," the man said. "In a bit of a rush," he straightened himself up and looked over them. He looked at the Doctor, a little bit worried.

"Feelin' alright there mate?" he asked him.

"Sorry!" said the Doctor, and Martha realized his voice had gone up about two notches; he sounded rather squeaky. "Right…sorry, er, yeah I'm fine, great! We're all fine, brilliant in fact!"

"Right," said the man. He paused a moment, as though pondering something. "What's your names?"

Martha was about to respond when the Doctor cut her off. His voice was squeaky, almost like he was shouting, but it was the sort of squeaky voice you hear on television, or in a movie when the character runs into his girlfriend while on a date, or is put in an extremely awkward situation.

"This is Angelina," he said, gesturing to Martha. "And I'm…Bartemius…Crouch…." He trailed off. Martha had to suppress a snicker. The man was looking at him with raised eyebrows, but he still smiled none the less. Martha did not question why he had given her a different name, but at the moment, only one thing was running through her mind.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor," said the man. Martha stared at him, and blinked. No, this was the Doctor, right next to her. Out of pure confusion, Martha asked him a question she had sworn never to ask in her life.

"Doctor who?" she asked. The man grinned.

"Just the Doctor," said the "Doctor". Martha surveyed him. Was it a different regeneration? The man who was standing in front of her was tall, and was wearing a leather jacket. He had rather large ears, and not much hair, but his disposition seemed pleasant enough.

"This might seem a bit weird," said the "Doctor", "But have you seen anything fall from the sky recently? Would have been about a month ago, and looked something like this,"

He held up a piece of paper with a small sketch of a slightly round, cylindrical looking object.

"Ah," said the Doctor. Martha's Doctor. "Yeah…seen that I think….fell a month ago?"

"Yes!" said the other Doctor excitedly.

"Mmm…well, I dunno," the Doctor scratched his head awkwardly. "It was a while ago, sort of…a bomb that wasn't really a bomb? Ask that girl….that local, oh what was her name…" the Doctor snapped his fingers, trying to remember. "Nancy!"

"Nancy?" asked the other Doctor, surprised.

"Yeah, her, look for her," said the Doctor somewhat lamely. The other Doctor frowned slightly, but shrugged.

"Thanks," he said as he turned to leave. "Wait," he paused. "Just one more thing. I'm looking for a blond in a Union jacket,"

The Doctor made a funny choking sound that seemed somewhere between shock and laughter. Martha stared at him.

"A blond?" she asked.

"Yep,"

"In a Union jacket?"

"Yep."

"In the middle of a German air raid?"

There was a pause. The other Doctor shrugged.

"I know, I told her, but she thought she'd take it out for a spin," he sighed. "Have you seen someone like her? Oh, and it's a specific one, I didn't just wake up one morning with a craving."

Martha snorted.

"Have you checked the sky?" asked the Doctor vaguely. The other Doctor looked alarmed.

"What?" he asked. The Doctor shrugged.

"A blond, in a Union jacket in the middle of a German air raid…well, that'd be the first place I look."

The other Doctor stared at him for a moment, and he seemed somewhat confused, but then he shrugged, and grinned.

"I suppose…"

"I wouldn't be surprised," the Doctor finished his sentence quietly. The other Doctor stared at him, and laughed.

"Fantastic!" he said.

"What is?" asked Martha. The other Doctor shrugged.

"I dunno…just sounds good," he said with a grin. "Thanks!"

With that, he turned and dashed off down the alleyway and into the darkness. The Doctor shook his head, and then closed his eyes.

"Of all names…" he muttered.

"What is it with you and Harry Potter?" Martha asked, grinning. "Angelina? Barty Crouch?"

"It was Bartemius," he snapped. Martha rolled her eyes, and then frowned.

"Mind you," she said, looking at him almost alarmed. "You do look a lot like him in the movie," she asked. The Doctor didn't answer.

"Let's go find Jack," he said evasively. He turned and started walking off.

"Doctor! You have to tell me, what the hell was that all about?" she asked.

"I came here about…oh, eight years ago or so? Rose and I…yeah, she was the blond in the Union jacket, we hadn't exactly expected to land in 1941, but there you have it. We were chasing that thing, the bomb, that medical box, with the nanogenes, I thought it was dangerous, and well, it was. Oh, and we met Jack here, that's why he disappeared, he didn't want to be seen, could have upset the time line, and who knows if he had met him already or not? We were alright, I didn't know who we were at that time, but I was looking for the bomb, and Rose,"

"What did you mean by 'check thesky'?" Martha interjected. Why again had she asked for an explanation? She had understood probably two or three words in that sentence.

"Oh, she was hanging from a barrage balloon," the Doctor said casually. "Only she could do that."

"A WHAT?" Martha said. The Doctor shushed her.

"Oi! Pipe it down, will ya?" he growled.

"Sorry," Martha mumbled.

"Yeah, I don't have any idea how she managed it, but well…she did," he grumbled.

He was walking extremely fast now, and it was getting hard for Martha to keep up.

"So what made you say Barty Crouch?" she asked, trying to pick up the conversation again.

"Bartemius," he grumbled.

"Well? God! The more I look at you, the more you look just like him!" she said, almost afraid now.

"Well…" the Doctor said without looking at her. Martha stopped dead in her tracks. The Doctor kept on walking.

"No."

There was no answer.

"No way."

"Come on Martha!"

"DOCTOR!"