"London. We're still in London. Doctor, are you sure you know how to drive this thing?" Clara shouted back into the TARDIS, a grin plastered across her face. She loved teasing him.

"Oy! I'm a great driver thank you very much!" His head popping out of the TARDIS door, his purple bowtie askew. Reaching over to fix it he batted her hand away. "Now stop distracting me so I can go check where we are!" He disappeared from view once more and reappearing just as quick. His face filled with excitement. "We're in London!" He exclaimed.

"I told you so." She replied in a singsongy voice, getting a stuck out tongue in reply. Clara laughed. He could be such a child sometimes, she thought.

"Now then, Miss Clara Oswald lets go meet one of my friends!' He face full of delight. He held out his arm to Clara and as always she linked on. Locking the TARDIS like a car they walked away and down the road.

"Doctor?" Clara asked in a whiny voice. They had been walking for several minutes and her feet hurt. She wasn't one to usually complain but then again they weren't usually just walking down a road. It was always running and always towards or away from the chaos. Life with the Doctor was always on adventure.

"Yeah?" He responded, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Where ARE we going?"

He laughed, gaining a punch in the arm accompanied with a glare. Oh Clara Oswin Oswald She always stubborn, always intrigued, always impossible. He thought to himself before saying out loud. "If I told you it wouldn't be as fun."

Clara rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath about how annoying he was.

"Anyway you've met them! Clara you've met ALL of them, you impossible girl."

"Yeah but not properly anyway, they haven't met me. The real me, not a copy but me. Doctor, do you think they'll like me?" She had stopped walking and was now facing him. Her face full of worry. "Maybe this was a mistake."

"Oh Clara, they will LOVE you. You'll be fine. Anyway its not like they'll know who I am because the thing with time is that people just assume its a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff." Part way through his little babble of nonsense his voice had gone into a slightly Scottish accent causing Clara just to stare at him with utter confusion.

"WHAT. THE HELL. WAS THAT." Clara shouted, gobsmacked at the change she had just witnessed.

"What? Stop looking at me like I'm mad!" He said, his voice full of offence.

"Doctor. You ARE mad!" She shot back. She started to storm off back to the TARDIS when she realised he had grabbed her arm, pulling her back to her position.

"Look." He whispered, nodding towards her.

Clara looked the direction he was starring, unable to tear her eyes away. They had reached a pretty little house surrounded by deep blue forget me nots, it's door painted a light sky blue with dark blue frames around its windows. It was not a house you would expect to see in London. But then again Clara was used to expecting the unexpected by now. The house seemed strangely familiar to her, it reminded her of the TARDIS.

"So what do we do now?" Clara asked, looking towards the Doctor who was fiddling with his bowtie.

"Erm I don't actually know, I was hoping you'd have thought of that..." His voice trailed off. He was nervous, very nervous. The TARDIS had said that this was the home of Martha Smith Jones and Mickey Smith and last time he saw them was moments before his regeneration, helping them out a situation with a sontaran. How would they react to him just turning up, out of the blue. Thinking back people normally shouted at him, but most had slapped him. He still had nightmares about that time with Jackie Tyler. He shuddered.

"Doctor?" Clara pulled him out of his thoughts and back to London. "Coming?" She was standing at the door, her hand ready to knock.

"Ye-Yeah." He sped down to the path and arrived just as Clara knocked on the door.

A few moments later the door opened. Standing there was Martha. Good old Martha Jones. He grinned and then remembered that she wouldn't recognise him. He was different.

Clearing his throat he spoke. "Miss? Can me and my associate come in?"

"Who are you?" Martha asked curiously, leaning against the door frame.

"This is my associate Miss Clara Oswin Oswald-." He yelped with pain stopping him in he tracks. Clara had stomped on his foot.

"Just Clara Oswald, no Oswin." she smiled through clenched teeth.

"Err yeah anyway" he said continuing. "And me. Well, I've been a lot of things in the past Theta Sigma, The Oncoming Storm, Doctor James McCrimmon, Spartacus, Spaceman, Raggedy Man, Thief, The King of Okay, but you'll probably just know me as John Smith."

Martha stared, The Doctor knew it would take her time to process it and put it together in her head. He counted down 5, 4, 3,2, 1. Martha shrieked and ran at him embracing him in a hug.

Before pulling back quickly and slapping him across the face.

"Don't you ever leave without saying goodbye ever again." She pulled him back into another hug and stayed like that for a few minutes. When they finally moved away from each other the Doctor rubbed his face in pain. Martha just grinned. "Well come in, come in! I've got to get Mickey he's gonna love this!" Running into the house she shouted up the stairs "Mickey! You'll never guess who turned up!"