Disclaimer: I asked for DW for Christmas but it didn't materialise, so no I don't own anything here apart from my ideas and OCs.

A/N: Hey there everyone! I am kind of supposed to be revising but as I kept getting notifications about new follows on this story I felt obliged to write more to welcome you all. Now I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good but I am currently feeling drained creatively because of all my revision… I was going to introduce a certain Amelia into this chapter, I had actually written the whole chapter and everything but then just as I was going to publish I suddenly decided not to...

"Hello, is this little Melody?" A large redheaded woman bent down and smiled at Melody, her large buck teeth decorated accidently with a bright crimson lipstick. Just the sight of her made Martha tighten her grip around Melody's hand. "The little dear will have so much fun here. Won't you love?"

Melody looked up at Martha in confusion, her forehead crinkling in worry. Beside her Martha felt her breath quicken and her legs began to sway. What was she doing? How could she let Melody leave with this woman, this precarious stranger? What was she doing? She couldn't do this. "It's just not right for her to be alone all the time-" "She needs some friends of her own age-" Mickey's words ran throw her mind and she stuttered as she realised the woman was staring intently at her, with a look of confusion spread across her face.

"Mummy?" Melody's small nails dug into Martha's palm and she blinked with uncertain of what to say.

Finally the words fell out of her mouth in jerky motion and she forced a slight smile "yes. Yes, of course you will darling," she pressed her teeth against her lips and silently peeled Melody's hand from hers and pressed it against the nursery leader's hand. Then she watched the leader take her daughter away and introduce her loudly to another girl.

"This is Lily. Melody, say hello-" The leader crouched down in-between the two and pushed them together. "Lily, you'll look after Melody. Wont you?" The young brunette uncurled her fingers in a small wave and Melody's forehead creased as she peered at the other child, unable to decide whether to trust her. From the doorway Martha watched her daughter in concern her breath held for Melody's next move. Silently Melody brought up her hand mimicking Lily's and watching Martha let out a sigh of relief. She waited as Lily gently touched Melody's hand and pulled it into her own. Slowly she began to lead Melody into a soft carpeted area full of children adorned in dress up outfits, it then Martha started to smile properly and with a nod from the leader began to walk out the door.

"-She ok?" Mickey looked up from the paper as Martha slipped down on the seat next to him. She nodded, silent. "-You did the right thing," he tried to reassure her as he reversed out, his eyes too focussed on the mirror to see Martha's steady her shaking figure.

"Did we? Did we really?" She sat slumped in her seat, her body posture showing her defeat. Melody had been gone five minutes at the maximum but Martha already missed her.

"Yes. Yes we did. Now come on Martha, where's that smile I'm used to?" She shot him a weak smile as he glanced at her sternly. It hurt him to see his wife like this but he knew it was best. It was best. It really was. Wasn't it? He tried not to let any thoughts make him think otherwise. He had to be strong. He had to be strong for Martha. "They're all really excited to see you back." She shrugged at his attempts to cheer her up. Straightening her uniform in an attempt to steady her nerves Martha watched the road ahead as they drove. Melody's smiles danced in front of her eyes, her quiet, happy laughter filling her ears and her slight fingers curled round her hand. In the corner of his eye Mickey saw his wife's body jolt as he drew to a stop at the gates. Awakening back into the real world Martha flicked at hand up at the guard as he let them in, the stark black uniform reminding of where they were. UNIT. United Nations Intelligence Taskforce. Her old home.

"-They've got an emergency, I said of course we come. They need us to do some 'research', it will be near home so I thought it would be a perfect chance to get you back on your feet."

"I don't need to get back on my feet, didn't it ever occur to you I actually might like having a normal life?" Martha murmured angrily as Mickey opened her door, the February wind whipping her cheeks in painful strikes.

"You enjoy it really!" Mickey protested leading her out of the car with a gentle arm. "Just think Ma, the old team back together, us doing what we're good at!" He pulled her through the winding corridors with a grin in attempts to cheer her up. As they reached the office her stubbornness had begun to wilt and a smile had formed on her lips.

-x-

Melody was alone when Martha finally arrived. The skies were dull and cloudless as Martha entered the nursery and Melody was perched on a step.

"Mummy?" Her face lit up as she saw Martha approach and she ran towards her, wrapping her hands round Martha's knees, "mummy where you go?"

"Melody?" Martha bent down in panic, consoling the slight figure with a tight hug, "mummy had to go to work. You know that darling, mummy and daddy told you,"

"I miss you" her daughter murmured into Martha's shoulder as Martha held her up.

"Oh darling, we missed you too, I missed you," She felt a tear being to form as her daughter's sticky paws tightened round her clothes. "We'll get you home and you won't every have to go here again,"

"Promise?"

"Promise," Martha promised not only Melody but herself, she couldn't send her daughter back here.

The bustling redhead woman arrived before them with a smile, "hello! Everything alright here?"

"Yes, yes actually," Martha told her with a rising authority "as you know, today was just a trial run. Unfortunately we have decided that this place is not best suited to Melody's needs. Thank you for the day, a check will be arriving in the post," with that, Martha hoisted the dropping Melody a little further up on her hip, and walked out.

"Everything alright?" Mickey smiled as Martha strapped Melody into her seat, "good first day love?" He turned to ask his daughter.

"Trail day," Martha interrupted and he shot her a confused look, "Melody's not going back there, I've informed the leaders."

"Martha! Couldn't you have at least discussed with me?" His voice began to rise as Martha took the seat next to him.

"Not now," She hissed, gesturing with a turn of the head back to Melody.

He sighed; throwing his hands up in a dramatic defence, and began to drive.

So what do you think? What would you like to see in the next chapter? Your wish is my command.