The vampire sauntered down the street, his anger has dissipated now, the little human might have fooled him but sooner or later he would catch up with him. Much harder to cope with was the laughter from the Doctor who had started singing the Mickey song to him.

"Shut up" the vampire said, to which he received a strange look from a passing woman.

"Make me" quipped the Doctor and continued to sing and laugh.

The vampire pursed the Doctor's lips, feeling his pointed fangs pricking them. "I know what will shut you up" he grinned triumphantly as he smelt a wonderful aroma that from his examining of the Doctor's memories he knew could only belong to one person, Miss Martha Jones.

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Martha had just got out of her bath, she had had a hard day at Torchwood, chasing Weevil along alleyways, and arresting a seven tentacles green woman who had been terrorising a modelling agency angered that they wouldn't take her on their books.

She padded to her bedroom and quickly dried herself and dressed in warm flannelette pyjamas and a valour dressing gown. She put on pink fluffy kitten slippers and went downstairs to make herself a hot drink before she went to bed.

"Hello Martha" a voice echoed from her lounge.

She was instantly on the defensive. She picked up the nearest weapon she could find, an old frying pan, and silently stepped back into the hallway, wishing all the while that her gun wasn't in her bedroom next to her old teddy blue bear.

"I'm here" the voice said, and a young man waved at her.

"Who are you?" she said, "you should know I know Kung Foo."

"Course you do" the man sniggered, "who taught you? Shakespeare?"

"What?"

"Or maybe it was the Jadoon; you know when they took the Royal Hope Hospital to the moon."

"How?"

"Maybe it was a weeping angel."

Martha shook her head to clear it, "I am sorry, who did you say you were?" she said with confusion, wondering why she wasn't shouting at him to get out.

The vampire ignored her question, and kept up with what he was saying.

"Maybe the Master taught you Kung Foo, though knowing him as I do, maybe not. I know who it was, it was Jack Harkness."

"Jack Harkness?" she felt strangely drawn to his eyes.

"Yeah Jack Harkness, otherwise as the Face of Boe."

"Doctor?" she trembled, "is that you?"

"Give the girl a sticker and send her to the top of the class."

She had no doubt anymore; there was only one person who could know what he had talked about, "Doctor, what happened?" She ran to him, feeling herself enveloped in his arms.

"I will tell you all about it, just as soon as I have a bit to eat" he mumbled into her neck.