It was their fourth time to watch the Moon landing.

Martha and the Doctor sat comfortably at the edge of the TARDIS, its doors wide open to accommodate the two spectators. Mugs of hot chocolate were placed strategically between them, the small bits of marshmallows swirled around in the dark brown liquid. The static transmissions between Moon and Earth boomed within the console room out of what Martha figured to be invisible speakers as they looked on eagerly at the man taking his first steps (for the fourth time) on the Moon below them.

"This is brilliant! Four times watching this thing and it still feels weird. I wonder what it feels like to walk on the moon." She shook her head in amazement, her smile spread from ear to ear. He turned to his Companion, an answering grin appearing on his face.

"Oh come now, Martha. I distinctly remember meeting you on the Moon. That makes for interesting dinner conversation, don't you think?"

"Yeah, but I've never actually walked on it," Martha answered logically. The Doctor scratched his chin.

"You know, we can always take a short trip down there once Mr. Armstrong is finished." He winked conspiratorially. Martha frowned slightly and cocked her head to the side.

"Well, as long as you're sure we'll get there after and not before he arrives."

"Of course we will! You wound me, Miss Jones!" the Doctor exclaimed, slamming his left hand theatrically on his chest. She chuckled but remained skeptical.

"You haven't exactly been spot-on with your landings lately, Mr. Smith. I wouldn't want us causing an uproar." He now drew two exaggerated Xs over his hearts.

"I promise I won't get us into trouble. Well, maybe a bit of trouble, since after all this is kind of mocking one of, if not the biggest, event in human history thus far. Although, this is technically his fourth time walking on the Moon for the first time, so I suppose it's not all that bad," the Time Lord rambled on as he suddenly jumped up and made his way to the console to set the coordinates for their destination.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, though her senses tingled with anticipation. She stood up and closed the TARDIS doors before walking up the ramp to sit on the captain's chair located a few paces away from where the Doctor stood pushing buttons and pulling levers. He slammed his elbow down expertly on a blinking light before he paused to look up at Martha, whose eyes were twinkling with mixed amusement and wonder. He smiled fondly at her, his excitement giving way to thoughtful appreciation for this woman who chose to travel with him. In such a short span of time he had already forgotten how it felt to be alone, to choose random numbers as coordinates just to have somewhere to go. He may still choose random numbers, but at least when he's running for his life, she will be right beside him holding his hand to run with him.

He released the handbrake and soon after the TARDIS shuddered, signaling their arrival. The eager Time Lord turned around to face his Companion, delight and adrenaline bubbling to the surface of his skin as he held out his hand to her.

"You ready to take your first step on the moon, Miss Jones?" Martha slipped her hand in his (like she'd been doing it forever, but it's only been a month) and beamed.

"Our first steps, Mr. Smith," Martha replied.

The Doctor opened his mouth to answer but chose to nod his assent. He had been on the moon several times before, but this time felt like the first time, and that's what matters in the end.