A Woman named Jones

Note: Not to fear- Weeping Angels of Beacon Hills Part 2 will be uploaded soon. In the mean time, enjoy a little bit of filter (it isn't filter actually this is pretty damn important.)

~.~

He slides up beside the woman in the white coat. A doctor and small and beautiful, she looks out the window and seemingly sees past what her vision allows as though she sees through time itself. It's a laugh and he chuckles as the woman straightens her bun. She has seen time and space and a year that never happened not long ago for her but a lifetime ago for him.

Stiles, age 25, places his hands on her shoulders and gives them a squeeze. She relaxes automatically, trusting him.

"Martha Jones." He says in a voice that carries none of the hysterical boyish charm it did when they first met. "As I live and breathe."

"Live and breathe, that's rich." Martha says as she turns her back to the window and stares up at the boy (the man) she thought she'd never see again. "I heard you were gone."

Her voice lowers, nurses and doctors and patients walking passed them. They are easily swallowed up by the crowd easily ignored.

"Yeah?"

"The angels. Derek Hale, older than I thought I would ever get to see him came in through my bedroom window and told me that you were gone not two months ago."

"Yeah. " Stiles laughs, its rich and hollow all at once. "Gone."

"Any particular reason why he thinks you've been sent off by the weeping angels? You're right as rain apparently and right now."

"Fixed point Martha." He says. "Anyway, I was hoping to spend a day with you, if you aren't, you know. Being a busy Doctor or Unit person or, you know, you."

"Are you flirting with me Anaxagoras?"

"Well maybe a little. But I'm holding back since you're a married woman now."

"What? I'm not married."

"Oh...too soon I see. Way too soon."

"I'm not asking. At all."

"Yeah, best that you don't. Might make you reconsider all your future life choices."

~.~

"So is he handsome?" Martha, dressed casually in jeans and red strapless top, sucks on her slice of lemon before dropping it on her plate. "This husband of mine?"

She sips at her drink, her dark eyes twinkling over the rim of her glass. From across the small table Stiles groans into his mug.

"Ugly as sin." He answers. "All warts around here," he motions at his face. "and the breath? Ugh! Horrible...but he's got the sweetest disposition and oh so meek and shy. So, all in all you two make the handsomest couple to ever marry."

"So he's moderately attractive, hot-headed and maybe a bit daft."

"You're good."

"I know. So, An, what are you really doing here?"

There is a silent lull and Stiles sips his beer slowly. Its bitter and he's never been a fan of alcohol, but today is a special day. It's the kind of day when you drink and drink and never stop being thirsty. "Does there ever have to be a reason Martha. Can't it be that I just really missed you?"

"No. It is sad to say, that with certainty that it is not." She leans back. She isn't drunk. Martha has always been good at pacing herself never going past a few cocktails (two) or three beers or four shots...

He has missed her. Spending a year together saving each other's asses from near and certain death did things to people. Created bonds that would never ever be undone no matter what timeline or world you're living in.

But she's right.

He hadn't missed her enough to show up at her work. If he had, Stiles would have seen her immediately after returning to his time. He could have called and dealt with Mickey. Could have dealt with being questioned over and over again about why he still sounded so young despite the years that had passed since they'd last seen one another.

"Everything has its time and everything dies Martha. Even me."

"Dying? You're going to die?"

He breathes out of his nose, takes a deep gulp and finishes off the mug. He looks to the waitress and gestures towards his empty mug. Another, he will need another to properly explain himself to her. He needs to. That's why he's here.

"Soon, very soon I will find myself in 1941 during the blitz. I'll burn." He says. "But before it happens right before that happens, Martha, you've got to be there to pull him out."

"Derek?"

"Yeah...damn it. I waved at the waitress didn't I? She saw me right?" He waves frantically at the blond from across the bar. She sees him and twitches just so. "Yeah, hey, can I have another? Really need that other been otherwise I might end up too sober to over tip you."

"You're going to die and you want me to pull Derek out of the fray instead of save you?"

"Well yeah. But you have to remain unseen by anyone but me. And Derek. Obviously. I don't want him to see it happen to me." The waitress places another heavy mug filled to the brim in front of Stiles who picks it up and has another long sip. He winks at the over tired woman as she saunters off. "Otherwise he'll have to see it happen and smell it happen-you know werewolves. They've got this over sensory thing going on. Could you imagine how my burning flesh will smell to him? Ugh. Gross! Now I'm thinking about it."

"But you're going to die."

"Yeah."

"And you're not going to stop it? You're going to let it happen-wait, isn't this bad then? Telling me?"

"Not in the least." He says. "I have to tell you. You have to know. That's just how it works."

"And the angels?"

"Oh, they'll get me. Otherwise how am I gonna end up when I'm supposed to."

She shakes her head. It isn't in her right now to grieve or to beg him not to do this. She knows how it goes. It's that song and dance. Fixed points in time and space is what the Doctor called them.

"I wont do it." She says anyway. Martha knows she'll do whats she asked, knows that she is essentially sending off an old friend to die a horrible and painful death. But she has to say it anyway, has to hope that she can change this even if she knows it cannot be done. "I refuse. This isn't you! The Anaxagoras I know would never, in a million years allow himself to die."

"But it is me Martha. You know its me." He says.

"No. No this isn't you. You'd never let yourself die like this. Besides, time can probably be rewritten. Just look for the Doctor. You're being a coward if you roll over like this when he can save you. When he can change it."

"No he can't!" Stiles slams his hands on the table sending his full mug teetering towards the edge. Brown fluid runs through the spidery cracks of the glass as she waitress rushes over to clean up the mess.

"An-"

"Martha. Please. This is me. All that counts is here and now and I'm asking you to make sure that Derek doesn't go up in the blast with me. Call it cowardice if you want but damn it, its important that this happens. There's a kid who goes up in the blast and something is going to happen to this boy, something that will set a con-man on the right path with the Doctor. Do you get that?"

"But why me?" She asks. "Why?"

He shows her his wrist and grins.

"Is that?"

"You always were a quick study Martha. You'll figure out how to use it with this," He slides a piece of paper across the table towards her. He undoes the wrist strap and places it in front of her beside her empty glass. "In five minutes I'm going to get up and walk out of the pub. I'm going to call a cab and take it to Baker Street. In one hour, use that."

"Alright. Okay. I will but can I ask one question?"

"Shoot."

"Baker street? Is that where the weeping angel is?"

"Yeah and besides," he mulls over the question and grins. "I've got this friend I haven't quite met yet, that I've gotta leave something with." He plucks a letter out of the pocket of his leather jacket and peers at the curling script and chuckles at what's written there.

'River,' He thinks, 'has always had a way with words even if they are final.'

"Whats written there?"

"Spoilers."

~.~

Muse: And here I am setting up the major point for The Impossible Future (Chapter 5) plus there was a tiny inconsequential bit of Sherlock thrown in there. I'm just gonna say now, I am a SuperWhoVengerLock fan. I've already got the Who (Obviously) and we've seen the Venger (Captain America) and now it's time for the Lock (Baker Street.)

The Super(natural) will be coming soon along with the continuation of The Weeping Angels of Beacon Hills part 2. I'll finish that one up as soon as I'm able and hopefully without any kinks. Hope this was to your liking and please review. I love reviews. They make me happy.

No flames though. I don't like flames.