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It was all a bit rushed through, really.

The paperwork, the exams. They all seemed so much easier and so much less daunting than she remembered them. Of course, UNIT insisted that she be pushed through ahead of the other waiting doctoral candidates, and who would argue with them? It seemed like no time at all passed until she was stepping out of the ceremonial building, a fully qualified doctor.

She thought it would feel different, she supposed. Being a doctor rather than an intern. But no, no. It still felt the same. She just had a bit of paper that said she was Dr. Martha Jones, now. She took a breath and stepped outside for a bit of fresh air. The party inside was a little overwhelming.

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"I already know I'm going to have to pay for it." She shook her head and rolled her eyes in mock-irritation.

But no, no. That wasn't what the Doctor meant. From the way he stood, hands-in-pockets and somewhat closed off, he was trying to keep some distance. Which was right, it was right. She wanted space. She wanted to get out. And there she was, inviting him to chips.

"You're right," she said. "Shouldn't...well."

That was it, then. Another goodbye staring him in the face. But it was the right thing. He had to do that more often.

The Doctor gave a sniff, nodding as he rubbed his nose. "Right, shouldn't. Well!" He looked back up with a warm smile that reached his eyes. "Martha Jones. You've already saved the Earth. UNIT shouldn't be too hard. The parties are nicer anyway."

"Right."

This was harder than before. Before she just had to deny him as he expected her to be there. Now, he had gone so far as to come to her. She took a few steps forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug.

"Thank you," she said. "For coming tonight." It was hard to express how much it did mean to her.

The Doctor hesitated only the smallest fraction of time before returning the hug, arms wrapped around her tight.

"My pleasure," he said and actually meant it. Even if it meant this goodbye. The Doctor just smiled as he carefully slipped back, ready to disappear just as easily back into the alley.

It was everything in her to let him go. Better this way, she had to get over him, move on with her life. She had a job, now. Proper training for UNIT and she had plans to meet up with Tom...

And still she didn't want him to go. God, part of her hated him for getting so deep under her skin. She turned as well. It would be easier if she didn't have to watch him. If she---

The silence of the alley was suddenly interrupted by a scream. Obviously distant but definitely there nonetheless.

The Doctor stopped dead in his tracks. Everything left over from the moment, his inhibitions and his worries, were gone. Instead they were replaced by the same mix of emotions that always came with trouble. It was dangerous. A thrill. And he even had someone with him to help.

"Now that sounds like trouble," he said. He was already at Martha's side and there was a familiar look in his eyes, his hand itching to grab her's. "They might need a doctor." The word was given emphasis and a slight grin flickered over his face. "C'mon!"

Oh, it would be no fun to run in these high heels. But the way the Doctor grinned at her, how could she refuse? She returned it widely and ran alongside him.

Doctors Smith and Jones, back in action. At least for a little while. Part of her still wanted to reach out and grab his hand as they ran.

She called over to him as she ran. "It sounded human, do you think someone was attacked? There haven't been any alien sightings for weeks according to UNIT manifests."

"Probably attacked, yes!" the Doctor called over the rushing of their feet. "Sightings don't always help. It could have been dormant! Maybe a pod landed and no one noticed. Might even be a homegrown mutation? Could just be a robber, I suppose. Or came through that rift. Jack mentioned trouble with it."

He reached into his pocket as they ran, pulling out the sonic screwdriver and flicking it on. His fingers deftly turned through settings as his mind raced. "I was going to ask him about that, actually. Never got the chance. Really need to."

The Doctor suddenly skidded to a halt, only to face an alley. The darkness blurred the edges, making it seem like a mouth. He held up the sonic screwdriver.

"I think...it came from in there."

"Checking for lifesigns?" Martha asked. Well, it's what she would do. Or alien tech, or...well, there were a number of things. She reached down and picked up a broken chair leg from where it had been discarded on the ground.

"I've seen the Weevils back in Cardiff. Terrifying things, all twisted and mutated faces." And she doubted her ability with a chair leg, but it was probably better than the Doctor with the sonic screwdriver. Most of her other UNIT crew had a gun, but Martha didn't want one. Guns were only good for killing. The chair leg, at least, could subdue and keep whatever was hurting the screaming person alive.

The Doctor gave a short nod. "Two. One's not human. You might be onto something with that Weevil thing." The ever so slight difference in the sonic's whine indicated that the human life sign was going to need help fast. They had to hurry. If it was a weevil, then they might already be too late.

"Whatever it is, we don't need to startle it." Then again, he didn't need to warn her. Martha knew what she was doing. Instead he raised his voice just a bit, just enough noise so the beast wouldn't be surprised. "Hullo?" The Doctor kept the screwdriver's light focused, cutting through the dark. "We're not going to hurt you."

"Learned about it during UNIT training. They're pretty prevalent in Cardiff, something about the rift activity there."

She took a few breaths and steadied herself as they stepped into the alley. Her grip on the chair leg was steady. She'd done worse in her time than beat down an alien intruder.

"Oh, god."

A hand protruded from behind a rubbish bin, the owner of said hand clearly unconscious.

"Doctor, do you see---"

"I see it." The Doctor shone the light around the region, walking closer. He bent down as soon as he'd cleared the bins. It was a woman, dressed normally enough, probably in her mid-20's. The more alarming thing was the condition of her shoulder. Something had definitely gotten a hold of her.

"Martha, can you do anything about that?" he asked, looking up at his companion.

However, a crash sounded not too far away in the gloom and the Doctor stood quickly, pointing his screwdriver into the alley. He saw it, standing there, hunched over and curious. A Weevil.

Martha started towards the injured woman but froze when she heard the crash. It was a Weevil. She'd only made a guess, she didn't expect the monster to actually be there.

But the woman was injured. Martha had to do something. She crept slowly over to her and knelt down. "Compound break and some torn flesh...she's losing a lot of blood, Doctor."

And blood didn't do good things to Weevils.

"Be careful!"

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