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6. The Forgotten Memories - Part 1

The Doctor was fast asleep within seconds after Martha had closed the door, he could sort out the memories from the memory lock while he was asleep and so he did just that, he needed to place every single memory in its timeline to sort it out, in the meantime he also needed to figure out why he had put up a memory lock in the first place. This would take hours, so he picked the first memory he saw and began.

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The Doctor fiddled with the bow tie of his tux as he waited for Martha to get dressed. They had agreed to go to this party from this guy called Lazarus, he would've been gone if it hadn't been Martha's mother calling and saying that her sister was on TV and then this Lazarus guy had said that he would change what it means to be human and this had sparked his interest. He actually hadn't wanted her to leave, but he knew that it was a bad idea for her to stay so she had to leave. That hadn't changed change the fact that it had actually hurt to leave her, something he cursed himself for, he had only known her for a few days! But he could actual file that away as his natural hate for goodbyes.

This is different!

The rebellious voice in his head said which he quickly silenced, it wasn't true after all.

He somehow was glad that he had a reason to stay a bit longer, though. This really surprised him, it meant that he would have to say goodbye a second time and that was something he liked to avoid at all costs, he would rather just say goodbye and never come back to have to face it another time, but somehow this felt different.

He got pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the door to of Martha's bedroom open to reveal Martha dressed in a dark purple dress that went to around her knees. She had her hair braided and had let it down, which looked really nice on her. In fact, she was so beautiful that his brain short-circuited for a moment and he couldn't help but stare at her.

Martha, who, unbeknownst to him, had been eyeing him in his tux as well, seemed to notice this.

"Doctor?" She asked cautiously, this was enough to reboot his brain.

"Yeah?" Had his voice always been that squeaky? He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yeah?" This time his voice sounded normal.

"How do I look? Do you think that this will do?"

"You look bea-BRIliant." He had nearly said beautiful, he didn't want her to think that he fancied her, he didn't, absolutely not, but she might think that. "I think that will do, besides I don't think that you have enough time left to change anyway."

At that, she turned to look at the clock and noticed that he was right.

"Yeah, we should probably go." She agreed with him then she looked him over another time and looked down at his shoes. "Really, you're wearing Converses with your tux?" She asked him.

"What's wrong with that? They're comfortable and knowing my luck I'll probably end up running at some time."

She shook her head at him fondly, as she had to agree with him. "Fair enough."

"I believe we got a party to attend." He offered her his arm, she took it and they left Martha's flat together.

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John Smith was working on the details of his drawing of his maid, he knew that it was improper but he just couldn't keep his mind from it and he simply had to draw her. Martha Jones was beautiful and kind and different, she actually had a bit of trouble with authority but he found that he liked that, she wasn't as average as everyone else. He was just finished as he heard a knock on the door he quickly the drawing under some of his paperwork and quickly busied himself with them.