I hope this surprises you and that you'll like it. I had intended this story to be a one-shot but didn't click the 'complete' button in properties and only realized this after I had read your great reviews.

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II

Martha sat in her flat on Sunday morning wondering what to do now that she had two whole days off.

She'd spoken to Tish after the wedding, someone probably Linda or Abby had told Tish about Dr. Ricky Martin, that person had also sent pictures. Tish had so many questions about him, when and where had they met, she didn't believe the 'official story' as she called it, more importantly she was complaining about being the last to know.

Luckily for Martha Tish was too busy to come over today, so she had time to get her story straight.

She read the Sunday papers, attempted to do the puzzles and read the TV guide again. There was nothing she wanted to watch.

'I'll take a walk' she thought, 'along the river. When was the last time I did that?' she couldn't remember the lat she'd had time off. 'Maybe go shopping and watch a film at the cinema'. There was bound to be at least one good film showing.

The Doctor stood outside Royal Hope Hospital; he was ashamed to admit that until he'd been told that Martha was off, he hadn't considered that possibility at all. He'd assumed that if he wanted to see her then she would be available.

'Just because she made up imaginary boyfriends didn't mean that she didn't have an actual real life one. She could have one that she didn't want her friends to know about.'

Even as that last thought flitted across his mind he rejected it Martha would not have a secret boyfriend.

'Go to Tuesday,' he thought, 'that is the obvious thing. Go there, she will there.' He wasn't sure how that would change future events and he didn't want to cause any catastrophes because of a woman, even one as amazing as Martha Jones.

'So wait for Tuesday like a normal, ordinary human being. Wait and see what happens.'

'Coward,' he said to himself, 'you're afraid that it was just a one-off a wedding thing.'

He entered the TARDIS and thought of places that he wanted to visit all of them seemed lackluster now compared to spending time with Martha.

'I will take a walk,' he thought, 'clear my head.' As if it would help he shook his whole body as though to get into a better frame of mind. He locked the TARDIS and walked towards the water front.

Martha sat on one of the benches by the water front, thinking about how clear the water was, and how peaceful it was and of course Tina's wedding. It was strange, her meeting Ricky, 'I wonder where he and what he's doing.' He was the most charming man she'd met in a long time and if she was honest the most charming ever, his conversation had very exciting, he knew an awful about everything but about one topic he'd been mum, she asked him his name and what he did but somehow he'd dodged those questions. In fact he'd steered away from all personal talk.

'Get a grip, Martha, the man obviously didn't want to get to know you better, he was a just a 'fake date' nothing more.'

Still she wished she'd learnt his name.

The Doctor was walking down along the water when a young boy, about four years old crossed his path intent on following a puppy. The puppy ran to the edge and the boy followed it laughing loudly.

"Tommy," his mother called, "Tommy Hinson, come back here this instant." But the boy didn't heed her; the Doctor saw that she was busy strapping another child into a push chair and he went after the boy and brought him back.

"Here," he smiled at her, "no harm done."

"Thank you very much," she smiled back.

"If you could be so kind," she said, "I'm trying to leave but Tommy keeps running away and I can't leave Jessica alone."

The Doctor walked her back to her car.

Martha had stood up intending to go to one of the nearby pubs for something to eat when she saw 'Ricky' walking with a woman and two children to a car.

'So now you know, you can stop day dreaming,' she told herself and began to walk off in the opposite direction.

The Doctor turned and saw her; he couldn't believe it, what were the odds that they'd both be walking there at the same time.

"Martha," he called to her.

She turned. "Hi,"

"Hi," he smiled, "how nice to see you again," the woman and her children forgotten.

"I was just walking," she offered, "you know to clear my head and stuff."

"Me too." He was smiling widely, very happy.

The woman was looking at them; the Doctor still had Tommy in his hands. "This is Tommy."

Martha smiled at the little boy, "Hi Tommy, I'm Martha."

"Hi Martha," Tommy said smiling at her, "I want a puppy."

The Doctor and Martha stared at each other. "I'd better go," she began, "I'm sure you want to get home." She smiled at all of them, "It was nice running into you have a nice evening."

The Doctor was puzzled and then he remembered the child he was carrying and the woman. "No," he began, "it's not like that."

The woman had finished settling the other child and she took Tommy, "Thank you very much." She smiled knowingly, "you'd better go after her. I think she got the wrong idea."

"Martha," the Doctor called running after her, "wait up, let me explain."

"I understand, it was just a fake-date not even that, there's no harm done."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go back to your family," she told him.

"Would you believe me if I told you I just met her and her children a few minutes ago?"

"Kind of like how we ran into each other on my way to the bathroom yesterday, eh?"

"Martha, don't be like that. I don't know that woman."

"How can I know if you know that woman? I don't even know you I don't even know your name!"

"I'd like to remedy that if you'll let me," he smiled at her.

Martha didn't move she wanted to believe him, to get to know him, but could she let herself? 'What does it say about me that I am jealous of seeing a man I'm not even dating, whose name I don't know talking to another woman? I am pathetic; pathetic thy name is Martha Jones.'

"Martha Jones, I promise I will tell you my name and answer all your questions as well as I can if you just agree to give me five minutes of your time, ok, an hour maybe."

He held out his hand to her.

"Ok," Martha agreed walking towards him, "I'll give you a few minutes."

He was so happy he hugged her lifting her off her feet. 'It's a good thing I decided to wait and to take a walk,' he thought to himself, 'much better than running to Tuesday.'

Without thinking he planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and then he steeled himself for the slap that he was sure was going to follow.

Nothing.

Martha was just staring at him, then she put hands on his chest, first one then the other, he thought she was going to push him away but she just left them there.

His hearts were thudding very loudly, 'she must be hearing them,' he thought. She put her head on his chest and kept it there for a while.

"It's impossible but it almost seems as though you have two hearts," she said accusingly, poking him with one finger.

"You promised me an hour," he smiled laughing, putting one arm over her shoulder and leading her to a bench, "I promise to explain everything."

The end.

It's way out of character but anyway I hope it was good, please review.