It's Not Stalking

Jones

He felt ridiculous in the tux. Kept fiddling with the collar and waistcoat. Bow ties felt just wrong with this face. It's just for a few hours, he told himself, watching the door of the restaurant carefully. They'd be here soon, he'd checked the reservations and consistently ignored every couple that weren't who he was looking for. When they did enter, he realised he wasn't ready at all. Hopefully they wouldn't question why the matre d was all misty eyed. Two regenerations ago was last he saw them, running away from Sontarans together and here they were now, looking pretty dapper.

Martha and Mickey. Yes, the lovely Martha had wound up with Mickey the idiot. For life, according to the little metal ring on her finger. Maybe Mickey was smarter than he gave him credit for.

The Doctor smiled as he showed them to their seats with an unnecessary flourish. The pair gave each other equal looks of amusement and followed the Doctor through the crowded restaurant. Amused, yes, but no recognition passing between them. Ah, new faces had their uses.

"Free bottle of bubbly. On the house." The Doctor grinned, placing it on the table. "Its not very nice, mind you, but it's tradition right? For celebrations. Birthdays, anniversaries..?" His thick Scottish accent drawled.

Martha Jones -wait, was it Martha Smith now? God what an terrible name- raised her eyebrows and smiled a little at Mickey, "Did you..?"

Clueless as ever, Mickey shrugged a shook his head. Somethings never change. "Wasn't me." He answered intelligently. "But free champagne, always good." He grinned at the Doctor.

Martha agreed and the Doctor poured them each a glass, "For the happy couple." And he was glad. Happy in fact, for them finding each other. It was difficult to walk away, but he did. He didn't go far and kept a close eye on them as they ate, ignoring the world around him in favour of listening to their conversation and stealing prawns off passing dishes.

"We really shouldn't be out tonight." Martha mumbled as she poked around the food on her plate.

Mickey however, had none of her reservations and was heartily tucking into his food. "Hey. It's our anniversary, we deserve to get out and do something for us." He said around a mouthful of steak. Really Martha?

"With a Weevil loose in town? Its not like we're taking an hour away from the office." She said with a raised eyebrow.

Mickey swallowed his food, thankfully, and took Martha's hand. "Relax. Its only Weevil, UNIT will take care of it. They can function without us y'know." Not entirely convinced, Martha went back to her food.

Minutes later, a scream sounded from the back of the restaurant and the customers began running around like headless chicken, staff ushering people out of the door and food sliding off tables as they were tipped. Amidst the clatter of smashing glasses and screaming, the young couple exchanged a knowing look.

The Doctor couldn't help the grin that blossomed across his face as they jumped up and ran against the crowd, towards the action.