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Summary: Martha has no one to tell her extraordinary stories to. While sitting down on the park bench thinking to herself, a surprise comes along to find her. Set after LOTTL.

Earth Walks Blindly

Martha Jones walked slowly down the concrete path, her head lulling forwards; she kicked the firry autumn leaves beneath her feet. She sighed miserably, knowing that there was to be no one to hear her stories, or even begin to understand them. She got to taste the sweet and sour splendour of the universe at the tip of her tongue.

Right now, that splendour had to vanish for a while, until Martha could reunite with the Time-Lord once more. Nevertheless, she feared that he might not return to her, that that was going to be the end of everything she seen. Martha bit the bottom of her lip slightly and prayed to herself that this wouldn’t happen and that the Doctor would come back, one day.

The sun was warm on her back, even though the cold air was giving her the chills. She snuggled her neck against her scarf and then stuffing her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. Maybe some time on her own didn’t seem such a bad idea, and then she could think things over in silence. Martha had to plan ahead quickly, with or without the Doctor. Her future was still available to her.

Martha sniffed and coughed out a little; a cup of hot tea would be lovely right now, Martha thought. She sat down on a park bench, leaves covered the bench and Martha began to brush them to one side. She shivered slightly, her teeth chattered behind her closed lips. Martha could do nothing but think about the Doctor, what he had said and done... it’s nothing to what any other man could do. He was amazing.

An elderly man with short grey hair, in his early sixties, and holding onto a brown walking stick, had made his made his way towards the bench. He wore a navy blue blazer, a creamy white shirt and pair of grey trousers with black brogans. His still looked a bit young, even for a man of his age. He had a square jaw and pale blue eyes that behold many things – things beyond people’s imagination.

Martha didn’t realize he was there until the old man cleared his throat. It bother Martha that he sat down beside her, she was far too focused on the Time-Lord. She wanted him to stop invading her thoughts – but she couldn’t move him, he’s there, all the time. She shook her head a bit.

“Are you alright, my dear?” The elderly man wondered while removing the dark brown hat, that was fixed neatly on his head.

Martha shook her head again and smiled nervously. “I’m fine, thank you, just wondering to myself.”

The elderly man just simply nodded, he placed his cane in the middle of his legs, and he rested both hands over the silver coloured knob. He kept his face straight; his eyes examined the various people that walk on by him. Martha looked sideways and noticed that he was sad. She knew she should at least say something to him, try comforting his sorrows.

“Do you ever get that terrible feeling of being lonely, even though you’re not?” He spoke. Martha just nodded.

“Sometimes I do.” She shrugged. “I’m feeling it right now.”

“I’ve been feeling that feeling for over thirty years now, and no one knows or understands why I am, because they don’t know.” He looked over at him. “Why do you feel it now?”

Martha shrugged lifelessly again. “It’s something... unexplainable, really. I wish I could tell you, but I can’t – you’ll never believe me if I told you.” At first, Martha thought that this guy was pervert of some sort. But he had done nothing to upset her so far; nevertheless, she’s keeping watch on him encase he might.

“Oh dear, where are my manners? - my name’s Harry, by the way, Harry Sullivan.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

“Martha Jones.” She said softly and then shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Martha.” He smiled. “So, do you often get that loneliness?”

“Not until now – it was ever since I’ve met this man.” Martha flashed a half smile to herself. “God, he was incredible, a flippin’ genius and king of his own little world... I liked him a lot, even though he can really eccentric sometimes.”

Harry chuckled. “Sounds just like somebody I once knew – he was exactly like the way you’ve described him as, eccentric. It’s been a very long time now since we’ve last met. The only things I’ve got left of him are the memories we had and another friend of mine, Sarah Jane.” He crackled. “He just left, and I still find it hard to accept. He was... never to be seen again – I think now he’s dead.”

“He must have been close to you.” Martha said sympathetically.

“You have no idea - I considered him as my best friend, even though we sometimes don’t act like it. We used to get on each other’s nerves for the slightest things, but we were always there for each other.” Harry bit the bottom of his lip. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound so depressed.”

“It’s okay,” She half smiled. “Sometimes it’s nice to talk to someone, let them know how you feel.”

“I would have done just about anything to know that’s he’s alive, somewhere. But that was so many years ago, he could have died for all I know.” He sniffed sadly.

Martha cleared her throat and fiddled with her fingers. “Hay, it’s okay.”

“Before I even knew him, I was a medical doctor of the Royal Navy. I was titled Lieutenant Surgeon Harry Sullivan back then.”

“I’m a medical doctor too. Well, ever since I met this guy, that didn’t matter anymore.” Martha raised her eyebrow; suddenly, something had struck her curiosity. “What was your friend’s name?”

“He’s called the Doctor, but sometimes he calls himself John Smith.”

Martha’s jaw had almost dropped and then whacking on the ground. This had to be the same man he was talking to her about; there could have been no one else who just calls themselves the Doctor. Martha was frozen for a moment, making sure that that information was sinking in deep. She felt like screaming with excitement at the top of her lungs, just to let everyone know that she has found someone who finally understands what it’s like being with the Doctor. But she remained calm and cleared her throat.

“Harry,” She chucked. “Are you sure that it’s the same man you’re talking about? I mean, did he always go by the name the Doctor?”

“He uses it all the time – sounds like you know him.” It was then Harry’s turn to go numb. His eyes widened in shock. “You... you’ve seen the Doctor?” He stuttered.

Martha grinned. “Know him, I travelled with him!” She said excitedly.

“He’s alive!” Harry grinned back. But they had to clam themselves, since some people were giving them odd looks. Harry lowered his voice to her. “Where is he now?”

Martha’s amazing grin had suddenly turned sad. “He’s gone now... he went not too long ago.”

“And does he still wear that ridiculous long scarf of his? One of these days he’s reliable to break a limb or something.”

Martha shook her head. “He doesn’t wear a scarf of any sort. The Doctor wears a long brown coat, pinstripe suit, red and white converse shoes... unless he has regenerated.”

“Why, what does yours look like?”

“He’s tall, very thin, has spiky brown and deep brown eyes.” Martha said.

Harry sat back and smiled to himself. “My one had a very haphazard appearance. He always wore a very long multicoloured scarf and a brown hat. He had a mass of curly brown hair, big blue eyes and a smile like the Cheshire cat’. He was a very wild man, completely unstable – sometimes I felt like putting a tranquilizer to him.” He chuckled. Martha giggled.

“My Doctor could have done with one – maybe two, if I’m lucky.” She laughed, Harry laughed along with her.

Harry got up from the bench and placed his hat back on his head. “Well, I must be going. Its lovely meeting you Martha, perhaps you would like to come and visit me someday for a cup of tea. There’s just so much we need to talk about. Look, I’ll give you my number.” He pulled out a pen and piece of paper; he quickly wrote down his number and handed it over to her. “Until then, goodbye.” He tipped his hat and walked off.

Martha stood up in silence, looked down at the number and smiled.