Things had not gone how Kayla or the Doctor had thought they would. After Kayla had decided to be honest with Martha, the doctor-in-training that was their latest companion, the Doctor had gone to their room and grabbed the only copy of Shakespeare they had kept. The reason why they had no other works, why they had gotten rid of them, was because when they had gone back in time and met Shakespeare, a stray comment from Martha as well as her digging through the letters that Shakespeare's wife had sent had changed one of Shakespeare more famous plays, Hamlet, to Hamnet. If it had only been the title, then Kayla would have felt okay about telling Martha, though in a calm and soothing way as to not startle the girl, but it was more than that. The plot had changed as well, leaving out the entire subplot of the mother. The Doctor hadn't really been worried, and that should have been a sign to Kayla that it was all be okay, but the pregnancy had messed with her hormones and her brain and she thought that the best way to deal with the change was to hide it from Martha.

And then, when Kayla had decided to tell Martha what had happened, the black woman had not taken it well. Not well at all. She had yelled, had pointed out she would have been able to handle it if they had told her the truth, and then she had turned to the Doctor and told him to take her home, to take her home right now.

Kayla had pleaded, had begged the woman to rethink her choice. She promised that there would be no more lies, but Martha had said that she couldn't handle it anymore. The Doctor lying to her about his planet and now Kayla lying to her about Shakespeare…it had to end. So Martha Jones had left the TARDIS, leaving Kayla and the Doctor to travel alone.

It had been a bit over a month for Kayla and the Doctor. The Time Lady was still pregnant, about 16 weeks along, but looked well over that, over 30 weeks. The Doctor had been running scans on her, now that Martha was gone, and he had said that everything was going well, that things were going great, but in actually, he was lying through his teeth. He couldn't get a reading on what species their child was. He knew that, at the time the baby had been conceived, she was barely human, really a Time Lady, but now that he was having trouble he was worried, terrified really, that the baby was part human. There had never been a part Time Lord – part human child, and he had no idea what that would mean. Until he knew for certain, he was waiting on telling Kayla. If it was nothing then he wouldn't tell her because worrying her was just stupid, but if it was actually something, then he would tell her and they would discuss what to do next.

Still, just to be safe, he had decided to see if Martha Jones would rejoin them on the TARDIS. Kayla had been skeptical of his reasons by citing that him and her traveling by themselves wasn't a good idea, but she had agreed easily enough. She missed Martha and felt horrible for lying to her, so if he knew a way to get to come back in the TARDIS with them, then she was very, very happy.

He had told Kayla that he would go alone and she had agreed to that less easily, but once she had given her consent, he had piloted the TARDIS to Martha's flat and walked out of it. He expected to see the black woman sitting on the couch or something. He hadn't expected her to not be in. Not wanting to pilot further and risk something, he had sat on the couch himself, in the flat, waiting for her to arrive.

Three hours later, Martha arrived from what appeared to be a stressful day of work. Not looking over at the TV or the couch, she had walked into the flat and gone straight to the kitchen. Grabbing a frozen dinner from the fridge, she warmed it up in the microwave and walked from the kitchen to the couch and sat down….

"Hello," the Doctor greeted, figuring that being straightforward would be the best way to deal with saying hello to the old companion.

Martha screamed, the plate falling to the ground as she shot to her feet. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

The Doctor got to his feet as well and held up his hands. "I need you, Martha Jones."

Martha blinked at him. "You what?"

"I need you, Martha. Kayla needs you," the Doctor explained. "Our kid, we need an expert."

Martha shook her head. "You guys lied to me. Why should I do anything to help you two?"

"It's our kid, Martha."

Sighing, Martha nodded and looked over at the TARDIS. "How did I not notice that?" she wondered, motioning to the blue box.

The Doctor shrugged. "You were stressed?"

Martha nodded. "Yeah, my sister has some sort of thing tonight. Enlisted me to help since I quit my job."

"You quit your job?" the Doctor asked, while mentally asking Kayla to get the med-bay, which the brunette was going to from the console room.

"Yeah. I just…it didn't seem like all there was in life was working in a hospital. I wanted to help others more."

The Doctor grinned. "Martha Jones, helping others even when on Earth," he remarked. "I think that's brilliant." Turning away, though not before he saw Martha's pleased expression, the Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS and walked in, Martha following.

"She's in the med-bay," he called back to the black woman, making her nod. "I should warn you, it has been longer for us than you."

Martha frowned. "How much longer?" she asked. In answer, the Doctor moved to the side, allowing Martha to be able to see Kayla, who was sitting on one of the beds. "Oh."

Kayla got up and walked over to Martha, a hand on her stomach, which was large. "I know," she laughed, "16 weeks and pushing 30." The brunette gave Martha a sad, sad smile. "I'm so sorry," she apologized, "for everything, but especially for the lying. You're an amazing woman, you truly are. If you don't ever want to travel with us, I understand. But thank you so much for doing this."

For a long moment, Martha tilted her head and just studied Kayla, but then she sighed. "I've missed this," she admitted, "I've missed it a lot. Maybe…maybe we could try again?"

Kayla beamed and hugged Martha tightly, making the woman grin and hug her back. For a moment, they hugged, but then Martha pulled away. "Alright, now let's look at that baby."

Setting Kayla up on the bed, Martha quickly set up the scans the Doctor pointed out to her and placed a hand on the brunette's stomach. "So have you felt it moving yet?" she asked.

Kayla nodded. She had quickly tapped the Doctor with tears going down her face as about two weeks ago, she had felt the baby move inside of her. The Doctor had placed a hand on her stomach, felt some of the movement too, and had beamed and also started crying.

Martha grinned. "That's good," she commented. Turning to one the scans, she frowned slightly at the results, making the Doctor stiffen.

"What?" he asked quickly. "What's wrong?"

Martha crossed her arms. "The stomach is harder than it usually would be and it's messing with the scans."

The Doctor frowned. "But this is Gallifreyan. It's made to work through these problems."

"Well maybe this baby is just more special," Martha replied.

On the bed, Kayla's eyes widened. "Could it be because I used to be human?"

The Doctor turned to Kayla and took her hand and squeezed it. "It's going to be alright," he soothed. He had felt the tension and the worry through the mental bond and he didn't want Kayla to get stressed out.

Kayla gave the Doctor a grateful smile. "Thanks," she whispered.

Martha ran another scan, just to be sure but it still came up as it had before, inconclusive. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "But I can't tell if the baby is human or Time Lord or both."

Kayla slowly got up, the Doctor helping her, "It's fine," Kayla promised. "You did your best. Perhaps it's best if we don't know."

The Doctor nodded and grinned at Martha. "So, it's late. I'll just pilot the TARDIS into the vortex-"

Martha shook her head. "I can't. I have to help my sister with a party." She frowned. "It's going to be so boring. And this guy, he's creepy. He says that he's 'going to change what it means to be human.' Whatever that means."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "Would you mind if we went? That sounds…"

Martha shrugged. "Sure. At least something interesting might happen."

Grinning, the Doctor wrapped an arm around Kayla's waist, "You wanna go?"

Kayla rolled her eyes. "Do you honestly have to ask? Let me go get dressed."

"Mind if I tag along? I don't have a good dress."

"Sure."

As Kayla led Martha to the wardrobe, the Doctor leaned against the tree in the console room until Kayla called to him mentally. 'Get dressed! That suit won't work. It's black tie.'

The Doctor pouted. 'Fine,' he huffed, and then stalked off to go get dressed as well.

I set it up for the next episode, in case you didn't notice, but there's also a lot of foreshadowing for what's going to happen with the Master in the last three episodes of the season.

But never mind stuff you guys won't understand until you get there, here's the chapter! Martha is seriously one of my favorite characters and I hated how the Doctor treated her with the one trips and everything. This way I tried to give her more control with the TARDIS.

And...review time:

NicoleR85: Thanks!

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