The Doctor and Martha Chapter 2, a doctor who fanfic

A/N So. What are you guys thinking? It's a lil diff from how I normally write, but I still like it.

Disclaimer. Forgot to put the disclaimer on the other one, so this counts for both. BBC own characters, but I own plot. Any characters you haven't heard of, I either made them up, or you just haven't seen them before. XD

"I told you to talk to her, Doctor. Not bloody snog her!" Grouched Francine Jones. "Big mistake, you silly, stupid old man." It was then that things started to get weird. Martha, who was right behind him, still sitting on the bed, started taking her clothes off, while her mother whipped out a rifle. Martha, now naked, got up and stood in front of the Doctor, between him and her mother. Martha's bits were blurred, like when you see bits on TV, and they look a little funny, and you can't really see them. The Doctor looked around her and stared at Mrs Jones, who then shot the gun. It went right through Martha's heart, and she started bleeding. Martha ignored that and just kept doing a dance. The bullet continued through Martha and got the Doctor right in his right eye. The Doctor didn't feel pain.

Martha stopped her little dance and came over and sat on the Time Lord's lap. Her mouth was dribbling out foam and blood, and she gave a grotesque grin before capturing his mouth with hers. It was then the Doctor woke up.

Martha groaned. "Whoever that is knocking on the door, will you please SHUT IT!" She yelled at her brown door, which was shaking under the force of whoever's fist was trying to annoy her, which they succeeded in.

"Good, you're awake." A muffled voice came when the shaking stopped.

Five seconds passed, and then Martha's brown oak door opened, revealing her mother. "You're upset honey. I know why, too. It's that bloody Doctor of yours. Call him, sweet heart. You gave him your phone, didn't you?" Francine continued when Martha nodded her confirmation. "Then you can call him. Do it. We don't need you. Well, we do, but the Doctor needs you more. I've seen the way he looks at you, but only when you don't know." Mrs Jones started to smooth down her daughters black hair.

Martha sighed in defeat. She knew that if she refused, her mother would push, and she would get her way, no matter how she did it. So, Martha played it safe and strayed away from that, agreeing straight away. "Alright mum. But only for you, not because I believe a word you say. The Doctor just loves Rose. No out. I need to call him, and, if he agrees, I've gotta pack." Francine smiled at her daughter and lent in to kiss her, but retread halfway with a look of disgust evident on her face.

"Blimey, have a shower first." Martha laughed and chucked a pillow at her mother's back, before doing what she just said.

Martha felt relieved after her long shower. Just to distract herself, and waste time from calling the man she loved she had packed her bags already. She knew the Doctor would say yes in a heartbeat, two in his case, and she could always put the clothes back if he didn't.

Martha was sitting on her bed, toying with the phone that was in her room, on her cluttered desk. She didn't want to do it. She couldn't do it. She wanted to do it. She would do it. She didn't have to do it. She had to do it. Groaning with frustration, Martha dialled her mobile phone.

The Doctor took a while to answer the phone, probably because he had never answered a mobile before.

"Hello? Who's this?" Came the voice Martha always urged to hear. The only voice and made her feel afraid, safe and like putty all at the same time. The voice of the Doctor.

"Hello Doctor. It's me, Martha."

"Martha! How are you? Doing well? How's the family? How's that firecracker Francine?" he asked in a breath, like usual.

"Fine, fine. All fine. Everything's fine. Hey, listen, I was wondering. Maybe, I could come travel with you again? I mean, I know it's only been a month, but I was missing you, and the family didn't really need me. They were all coping pretty well."

"Oh Martha. Martha Jones, of course! I would love to have you back on board!" The Doctor sounded over the moon.

Martha squealed in delight. "Thank you Doctor. Thank you so much! Meet me in my bedroom in about ten minutes." Martha then told him the coordinates. "See you soon Doctor."

The Doctor groaned and pulled himself up from the floor, apparently where he landed after falling off the seat behind him. He looked around before staring at the white doors that brought new adventures to his eyes. Carefully, he opened the door, staring out to see where he was.

The grass was red, and the sky was a burnt orange. He was still on Gallifrey. The Doctor sighed and closed the door, just about to put in some random setting to make the Tardis go anywhere when he felt a buzzing in the inside breast pocket of his light brown trench coat.

It was Martha's phone, telling him that Home was calling. Remembering the dream, he knew which button to press. After staring at it for a while, he pressed the green answer button.

"Hello? Who's this?" He asked uncertainly.

"Hello Doctor. It's me, Martha." He heard the woman he loved answer. The Doctor smiled at her voice.

"Martha! How are you? Doing well? How's the family? How's that firecracker Francine?" He asked, it all coming out in one breath, that he had to take another big gulp of air.

The Doctor couldn't believe his ears. She wanted to come back? Back to him and the TARDIS? He was over the moon.

"Oh Martha. Martha Jones, of course! I would love to have you back on board!" He was ecstatic! They would be reunited, going and fining trouble, just like old times.

The Doctor heard Martha squeal in delight. "Thank you Doctor. Thank you so much! Meet me in my bedroom in about ten minutes." Martha then told him the coordinates. "See you soon Doctor."

All the Doctor heard then was a beeping noise. He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.

The Doctor did what Martha had told him, and he slipped through the time vortex, bumping into god knows what. He raced around the TARDIS, trying, and failing, to have complete control over it. He knew he should have tried more to pass the exam.

He landed in front of Martha's house. Smiling to himself, he stumbled out of his TARDIS towards the front door. He knocked and waited impatiently. He hated waiting. After several minutes, the door opened to reveal a smiling Francine Jones.

"Hello Doctor. She's just finished getting ready. Her room that way." She smiled, letting him in.

The Doctor walked through the house and stopped at said door. He just stood there, recalling what had happened in the dream. Not focusing on the fact that her mother shot her and him, but the fact that they kissed.

The Doctor shook them off. They were just a dream, he thought to himself. Just a dream. The Time Lord pushed open the door, scaring Martha who was daydreaming on the bed.

Martha pulled herself up off of the ground, and catapulted herself on to the Doctor, engulfing him and a bone breaking hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head into her hair, smelling her. Her hair smelt a little like strawberries and chocolate. Martha relaxed in this hold.

The Doctor kissed her neck. "I missed you so much. I thought you didn't want to be my friend anymore."

Martha gave a small chuckle. "Silly man. Course I did. Just... My family needed me." Martha looked up and put her hand on his cheek. "I could never not want to be your friend." She smiled.

The Doctor smiled back. "Good."

Martha went back to the Doctors chest, and she remembered when he had last made her feel like this. It was in 1913, and he had kissed her.

Flashback...

Martha knocked on John Smith's door, holding a tray full of the man's breakfast in her hands.

"Come in!" She heard him call. Martha put on her best smile, and opened the door.

There stood John Smith, one of the teachers at this school. "Hello sir. Your breakfast is ready sir. Anything else you need sir?" She asked politely, hating the fact he didn't know who he really was.

"Ahh, yes. Could you please wash my best suit? I plan on taking Jo- ah, matron somewhere tonight." John was blushing.

"Yes Mr Smith. Anything for you sir. Though, sorry if I may seem too bold, what's going on between you two?" She asked cautiously. He was meant to be hiding, not bloody falling in love with a school nurse!

"That is too bold, Martha. Know your place!"

Martha backed away, trying to look ashamed. "Sorry sir. It won't happen again, sir."

"Yes, well. You best make sure of that. It is no business of yours to know what goes on in my social life. No go, wash that suit." He dismissed her, waving his hand, reading the paper that she had left for him while taking a bite out of his jam toast.

Martha left the room quickly, closing the door behind him. As she walked down the stairs, she bumped into the matron. "Sorry ma'am, I wasn't looking. Begging your pardon ma'am." She said with a curtsey, keeping her head low.

"Yes, well, you're lucky to even be here. You and your dark skin, you best be thankful of what Mr Smith has done for you. Now go. Out of my sight." The matron hissed.

Martha was about to comment, give a witty remark, but she remembered when she was, and bit her tongue. "Yes ma'am. I am, ma'am." Martha scurried away, not wanting to get into trouble.

The day's events passed quickly. She had fixed up John's room, washed his suit, and cleaned the schools floor with her friend.

She was in John's room, playing with the fog watch which was containing everything that made him a time lord. Two more weeks, Martha told herself. Two more weeks and we'll be out of here, just me and the Doctor. Just like old times.

The door opened, revealing John who was very drunk. Martha gave a small shriek, and dropped the watch. Marta mumbled apologies as the picked up the watch.

"Sorry Mr Smith, sir. I was just cleaning your rooms when I came across this. It's very pretty."

"Yes," He slurred. "I got that from... from... I don't remember." He had a cute look on his face. It was a mix between crazy, asleep, confused and sad that he couldn't remember.

"If I may ask, sir, why are you drunk?" Asked Martha after putting the watch back.

"Well. I had a few drinks with Joan, then she spilt that she loved me! Fancy that! Then, I told her that I didn't love her back, because I loved somebody else. Lovely girl. Joan got upset, threw a fit, slapped me, and I sat up drinking."

Martha sighed. She walked over to the woozy man and helped him sit down. "I'll go make you some tea sir. Then you can go to bed. We can't have going around and taking time off work because you've got a headache." Martha tsked and walked over to John's kitchen, beginning to make his tea, making sure there was enough for her too.

Knowing that John was pretty much out of it, she took a dare.

"Mr Smith? Who is it that you love instead?" She asked while bringing out the two cups. She sat on the couch next to him, handing him the cup while she did so.

John sighed and sat back, sniffing his cup before he drank it. "She's a very special girl. Known her for ages. As long as I could remember. She's completely loyal, and she does exactly what she's told, though I know she can do a lot more. When someone's rude to her, you can tell she wants to give a witty comment to it, just to teach them a lesson. She tries to seem like a simple lady, but she's much more. To tell you the truth, I look up to her." John looked happy, as if he was dreaming about her, which he probably was.

"Do I know her sir?" she asked.

"Yes. You know her quite well, actually."

"Oh." Martha was upset that it wasn't her. John wasn't much different from the Doctor.

John sighed. "Martha. Do you not know who I am talking about?" He asked while setting his cup on the small table next to the couch.

Martha, confused, shook her head no. "No. I don't. Sorry."

"It's you, Martha. It's you I love. Every day I watch you, and you seem completely oblivious to it. Every day, all I want to do is just kiss you, and tell you how wonderful and brilliant and beautiful you are. I love you Miss Martha Jones, with all my heart."

Martha just sat there shocked. She just stared at John while he looked at her, contemplating whether to do something or not, by the looks of it.

John, deciding he should, leant across to where Martha was sitting, still shocked, and took her head in his hands. "I love you." He whispered, before he planted his lips on hers in a soft kiss.

Martha gave a small moan and he deepened the kiss, and Martha responded with the same amount of participation. John groaned, and Martha caught herself. She pulled away from him and she ran out of the room, saying sorry, and that she loved somebody else.

The next morning, Martha gave John Smith his food and newspaper as usual, but got out of the room straight away. John was confused. He didn't know why she was acting like this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that John woke up on his couch with a killer headache, covered in his own vomit, and two stone cold cups of tea on the floor...

End Flashback...

Martha was thankful of the fact that he didn't remember what had happened that night. Martha, knowing the Doctor wouldn't like it, kept it that way.

A/N So? What did you guys think? Yeah, I know, it was awesome. Things like that just end up happening to me. No, really, tell me what you guys think, kay?