Timeline (Doctor Who and Divergent)

Chapter Four

Author's Note: I understand that you may not know some of the cast members. So. The picture is my Cara. Yes, Cara and not Clara.

Martha's POV

There's someone else at the door.

I sigh and stand, walking out of the room again. Mickey follows me out and walks beside me.

"So as it turns out... aliens do knock the door," he points out, and I can't help but laugh in response. "Are you okay?" he asks, his tone suddenly gentle. I give him a small smile and nod.

"Yeah. I just don't like seeing my sister so upset, y'know? When there's nothing I can do about it and everything." I say quietly.

"That... that must be horrible."

"Yeah..." I pause as we get to the door, and then I open it and look out at the couple on the doorstep. A redhead women, and a man beside her who is , at a guess, her husband. "Um... can I help you?"

"Yeah... we got a note telling us to come to this adress," the woman speaks in a Scottish accent.

"Who sent it?"

"The Doctor... You do know the Doctor?"

"Of course! You're old companions?"

"Yeah. Amy. Amy Pond."

"Williams," her husband pipes up, speaking for the first time. She glances over at him for a moment and raises an eyebrow. "I... I mean that's me. Williams. Rory Williams."

"Martha Jones. Well, Smith-Jones. And this is my husband," I say, gesturing to Mickey.

"Mickey Smith," he says, leaning forward and shaking their hands. "Well, Smith-Jones."

I hit his arm and shake my head, and then I invite the couple inside, showing them the way.

"Look..." I say to Mickey afterwards, as we follow them. "Would it be okay if Chris stayed with us for a few days? With how she's feeling and everything... I doubt she'd want to go back to an empty house in a hurry."

"Sure. Sure, that's fine. I know I wouldn't want to be alone if something happened to you."

I smile at him as a way of thanking him and understanding what he means, and then I walk through to the living room after Amy and Rory. The Doctor looks up at them, and seems mildly shocked, but just smiles at them and hugs them.

"Ponds... I'd be more surprised to see you, but with the day I'm having... This is normal. Anyway. You probably want to get to know everyone," he starts introducing everyone, pointing to them as he does. "Donna, Rose, Ruby, Christina... I'm sure you know Martha and Mickey by now. Everyone - this is Amy and Rory."

Clara clears her throat.

"Oh!" The Doctor exclaims, "and this is Clara. I forgot Clara."

"Right - but what are we doing here? One moment we're in New York in the 1930s and the next we're here. In London. With a note from you." Amy crosses her arms and scowls at him.

"I wrote you a note?"

"Oh. Sorry. Spoilers."

"No need to sound like your daughter."

Daughter? Huh.

"So... Are you going to explain this to us?" Rory asks, cautiously taking a seat, looking towards me as if for permission. I nod and take my original seat beside Christina, who leans against me and sighs.

"Ah. Right. Yes. Explaining. We're not actually sure what's going on. Basically time's gone... I don't know. Strange. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey."

"Oh God, not that again," I mutter under my breath, hearing Ruby try to stifle a chuckle.

"And what are we doing about it exactly?" Rose asks.

"I'm not altogether sure... Martha? A word?" The Doctor says to me, nodding in my direction. I stand and follow him out.

"What is it?" I ask, trying to keep the exasperation out of my voice.

"Martha, you said a family member died."

"Yeah...?"

"Who? Martha, this could be very, very important. Who was it?"

"My brother-in-law..."

"But I thought Mickey didn't have any.... Oh!"

"Yeah, well done."

The door knocks again.