A/N Okay, extra amount of awkwardness in this chapter at the start. Yippee! And I just watched an episode of 2 broke girls and it was really funny, ha ha.

Martha groaned. She was sore all over, and she had absolutely no memory of last night. But she knew that she did not get drunk, because she smells non-alcohol-y, and she couldn't have had a shower, because she stank of something else.

Martha was fully awake when she heard someone next to her groan. Slowly, she turned her head in the direction of the owner of the groan. And groaned. Martha started remembering what happened last night. Slow dancing with the Doctor to Grace Kelly, kissing, then things that involved male and female anatomy, and kitchen tongs. Right, gotcha.

"Kitchen... tongs. Why have I got kitchen tongs pinching my bum?"

"Probably the same reason why I have sex hair."

"What about my hair then?"

"You're hair is still gravity defying. You could have sex hair and no one would be able to tell the difference."

"I that a good thing then?"

"It is when you lose your hair brush."

"Ah. Good. Because I think I actually have lost my hair brush. I haven't seen it in five days."

"Last I remember, you shoved it in your trench coat when we went to Dublin, in the 17th century."

"Ahh, now I remember. Thanks." And with that, they both remembered exactly what went on last night.

"How are we gonna get out of bed?"

The Doctor sat up, and looked around the room. "Well, I can see my pants, so if you close your eyes, I'll pop over and get them on, then leave the room so you can get out."

"Alright. But tell me one thing. Do you remember where my bra is?"

"... You threw it out the window."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jack and Melody~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~

"Did you sleep well?" Jack grinned at Melody, who was currently attached to his side.

"Not really. Martha's squeaky springs need an oil up. Seriously. I'm happy for them and all, but I barely git sleep last night. They were worse than rabbits."

Jack couldn't keep his giggles in. Therefore, neither could Melody, and the two giggled on mercilessly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When everyone sat down for breakfast that morning, something was off. Every time Melody and Jack looked at Martha –who was looking wonderful now- and the Doctor, they would blush as red as a tomato. Martha sat at one end next to Amy, while the Doctor was with Jack and Mel, and the couple wouldn't look at each other. I'll have to ask the two later.

Amy looked down at her bacon and eggs that she cooked (the Doctor turned his nose up at the thought of bacon being on his plate, of course.) and played around with it. The atmosphere could be cut through with a knife, and Amy was tempted to do exactly that if it got everyone chummy again.

Instead, a weird, groaning noise filled the room. Everyone stiffened and looked to the source of the noise. Which happened to not be there all of a sudden. The Doctor instantly stood up and ran to the living room. A few decorations changes had been made. Which consisted of a certain blue police box not being there anymore.

"She's gone. Just... gone. Poof. She's-" The Doctor started, but was cut off when he suddenly disappeared, as if he had used a vortex manipulator. Martha screamed and ran up where the doctor was recently standing, and she promptly disappeared.

Melody took hold of Amy and Jack's arms as they, too, tried to follow the couple. "Don't. We don't know what's over there. We'll find another way." The two didn't look as though they believed what she had said, but at least it was a small comfort. Melody continued to look at the now bare square in front of the flat's door. She wasn't even sure if she believed herself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Martha and the Doctor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"-gone. Hang on. Ouch." Suddenly, a frizzling noise sounded, and the Doctor sat up from where he was sprawled on the ground. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Doctor?"

"Martha! Martha, where are you?" The Doctor got up and took a few steps what he thought he forward since he couldn't see anything. After a few more steps, he heard a screech. It sounded quite unhuman. "Martha, call out to me! Where are you?"

"Underneath you foot! Now get the hell off me!"

"Ooh, sorry. I'm so sorry." At that point, both Martha and the Doctor stiffened.

"What was that?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"Look, we'll worry about that later. Can you help me up, please?" Martha sat up and the held her hand out, waiting for help. As soon as she was up and standing next to the impossible man, the whole room shook. Luckily, it wasn't that bad of a shake, so the two managed to stay upright.

"Where are we anyway?"

"Well, we're in a room. I know that much. And I think, I'm not sure, but I think we're inside the TARDIS."

"Inside the TARDIS? What do you mean? The TARDIS disappeared."

"Yeah, then so did we. We were standing in front of the TARDIS just after it disappeared, then I walked up to it, then appeared here. Next thing I know, a frizzling sound happened then I heard you. Speaking of which, how did you get here anyway?" All through this conversation, the Doctor and his lovely companion were walking around.

"I don't know. You disappeared, then I tried to go after you. Then the same thing happened to me. Ouch." As she was speaking, Martha walked into a wall with a dull thud.

"Careful." The doctor sounded amused as he chastised her. Then immediately, he suffered the same fate Martha had just seconds ago.

"Ha ha. Look who's talking now."

"I would if I could, but as you can't see, it's pitch black in... here..." As the Doctor spoke these words, a bright light filled the room. It was oblong, and filled with a green light. The room was bare, no doors, no windows, no sign of life, other than which what was contained in there (A/N yeah, you try saying that while drunk!).

"Who the heck are you?"

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Dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnn. So, what happened? Did Martha or the Doctor lose their memories of one another? Was there somebody else in the room? Did the walls talk? Were they transported somewhere else? FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER!

...When I post it.

And I'm getting a little bored of this Doctor, so I'm just gonna sorta fast forward and change my plans.

Review, please. I need more reviews. The more reviews, the more people that might come along and read it. I hope. Ta-ta.