Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who…..

Note 1: Okay, this is supposed to be right after 'Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks'. Kind of what happened before 'The Lazarus Experiment'. So the references to the beginning of that episode are a bit off…just to warn you so you don't get on my case about it later….

Note 2: I forgot if Martha lived in a house or an apartment. So I put a house. Please, don't kill me if I get it wrong.

Martha's POV

"So I was thinking we could go to the moon of Carentan next. Beautiful place. Pink sky, water that glitters like gold, under two suns. And don't forget the blue plants that grow by night. Instead of sunlight they use the lack of light to grow. Can you imagine that? Darkness used as energy. Amazing! Or…we could go to the beach of Carver, the most beautiful beach in the universe…But I've been there just a bunch of glowing sand that's all. I much rather go to the moon of Carentan. Now that's a beautiful place…" said the Doctor with a voice like a kid in a candy shop.

"Uh, actually Doctor. I was thinking we could go home. I kind of need to change out of these clothes," replied Martha Jones, the Doctor's latest companion.

"Oh, of course. To Earth we go…" responded the Doctor, sounding a bit disappointed.

And with that he began to run around the center control panel. Pushing a pulling levers and buttons, hitting things with a mallet, and all the while keeping an eye on the relatively small control screen. He did this all with a virtual grace and made it look like it was as simple as driving a car. The Doctor was easily the most amazing man Martha would ever meet.

As Martha watched, her thoughts wondered to when they had met. Meeting in a hospital that had just transported to the moon, is a pretty odd way to meet someone. But then again, the Doctor is a pretty odd person, thought Martha. She still could barely believe that she was traveling with the Doctor. Zooming through time and space in a Police Box that was bigger on the inside. Yep, pretty weird. But Martha didn't care. She liked it. She like the excitement and the clarity that it gave her. She liked the ride.

"Okay, we should be there right about….now," said the Doctor just as the sounds of the TARDIS stopped, meaning that they had landed.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief. She was on the verge of stinking in her clothes, what with all the running and the sweating that caused. She could do for a shower and a new set of clothes. She hadn't had a chance to change because that 'just one ride' in the TARDIS had morphed to well, a lot more than 'just one ride'.

"I'll be back in about half an hour," Martha told the Doctor as she headed towards the door.

"'Kay, I'll stay in here. But hurry up! I want to show you the moon of Carentan. You'll love it, pink sky and all," replied the Doctor.

Martha smiled and walked out of the TARDIS. The Doctor always seemed to be stuck in his head. I bet you need to be, considering what he has gone through, thought Martha thinking about this mysterious Rose he was always sad about.

The TARDIS had landed on the across from her house. And as she started over to the front door, a wave of relief washed over Martha. She knew she would die of embarrassment if the Doctor saw the state of her house. It was a mess, last time she remembered. And she wouldn't like the Doctor seeing that. Despite herself, she had developed a little crush on that strange and charming Time Lord. Not that he noticed. Martha sighed as she dug in her pockets searching for the key to the front door. He was probably still too busy thinking about his last companion, Rose Tyler. Who as far as Martha could tell, he cared deeply about.

She walked into her house. Picking the mail off the floor on the way, she strolled over to her bedroom. Throwing the mail on her bed, and pushing the button on the answering machine, she stared to pull out some clothes.

"Martha, where are you? You disappeared right in the middle of the party. Mum is worrying her butt off about you, and dad's new girlfriend is not helping. Call me when you get this."

Beep!

"Martha, it's me again. Why wouldn't you pick up your bloody phone? Hello…are you there? ... Fine then, call me when you get this."

Beep!

"Martha, for God's sake! Pick up! I got some good news. I got a job! It's with the Lazarus Corporation, and they're having this party thing tomorrow night. I want you and the rest of the family to come. Hope you can make it. Call me when you get this. Bye!"

End of Messages

Martha sighed as her sister's voice stopped blared through the answering machine. She would have to call her and tell her that she's alright and congratulations on the new job. That last message was from earlier today, so if Martha was able to convince the Doctor to come along she would be able to make it to that party thing. That would make her sister happy.

She finished stuffing sets of clothes into her gym bag and pulled out her cell phone. Fingers poised over the number pad, her eyes drifted over to her mail lying on top of her bed. Amongst bills, sat a bright red envelope. Dialing her sister's number, Martha picked up the envelope. Her name and address was written on the paper in old style cursive. There was no return address.

"Hello?" came her sister's voice from the cell phone.

"Hey. It's me, Martha…" Martha answered distractedly as she fiddled with the envelope to get it open.

"Oh, Martha! Finally! Now Mum can stop bugging me about you. Where have you been?"

"Off with a mate. Traveling. Been kind of busy, sorry I didn't call," replied Martha, pulling the note out of the envelope.

While her sister went on going about how whether or not this 'mate' of hers was of the opposite gender and whether or not he was nice and hot, Martha read the note. It was on white paper and written in that same old style cursive. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought this was written way back in the 18th century. It read:

Dear Miss Jones,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been invited to a special gathering at the Worthington House at 8 o'clock, Friday night. You have been selected out of millions for this once in a life time opportunity. I am sure that you are well aware that this year is an election year. Among many wonderful and intelligent candidates that are running for the position of Prime Mister, is the beautiful and brilliant Ms. Regina Jones. I've come to understand that it is necessary for her to connect with common people, such as yourself, to comprehend what is best for the country. Hence the gathering you are now invited to. If you come to this event, you shall have a magnificent opportunity to have input in the advancement of your government and your everyday life. The attire will be formal. I dearly hope that you can make it.

Sincerely,

Jonathan Casberry

Head Campaign Adviser to Regina Jones

"Martha? Oy! Martha, are you there?" exclaimed her sister, forcing Martha's attention away from the letter and back to her phone conversation.

"Sorry…What did you say?" answered Martha.

"I said, are you going to make it to the party at the Lazarus Corporation? It's Saturday night. You know, tomorrow night," replied her sister.

"Uh…Maybe, I have to talk to my mate first…" absentmindedly spoke Martha as she put the letter down on the bed and headed over to the computer.

"You never did say who this 'mate' of yours is," said her sister.

"You'll find out later…hopefully. But now I have to go. See yah."

"Okay. Talk to you later," said her sister with a sigh.

And with that, the line went dead. But Martha didn't care. She was now at the computer looking up Regina Jones and this Jonathan Casberry. She wasn't going about to go to a 'gathering' if she had no clue who the people that invited her were. Plus that handwriting that the letter was written in gave her a strange feeling.

"Here we are," said Martha as she found a web page about both of them.

"What are you looking at?" quizzed the Doctor, suddenly looking over her shoulder.

Martha almost fell out of her chair in shock. She turned to the Doctor.

"Wh-what are you doing here and how'd you get in??" stuttered Martha, heart pounding from the surprise.

"Front door and you were taking too long. Just thought I'd come in and….gosh you sure do have a messy room," answered the Doctor taking his eyes off Martha and looking around her bedroom.

"Hey, I was going to clean it, but you and your TARDIS got in the way," huffed Martha, turning back to her computer before the Doctor could see her red cheeks.

"Yeah…so, you never did say what you're looking at," said the Doctor spinning back to Martha and her computer.

"I got this invitation in the mail and I was looking up who the people inviting me are," replied Martha, her heart slowly slowing down.

"And invitation, eh?" commented the Doctor.

"Yep, it's on the bed," casually said Martha, trying to focus on the web page she was currently looking at.

The Doctor picked up the letter, and coming back to Martha reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of spectacles. Putting them on, the he began to read the letter.

"Interesting…" muttered the Doctor as he read.

"What's interesting?" asked Martha, looking back at him.

"Well, it's just that….I could swear I've seen this handwriting before," answered the Doctor.

"It looks like something out of the 18th century doesn't it?"

"Yeah…It does…"