Ok, so there's multi-chapter stories I should be writing, but I've wanted to write this for a LONG time. I mean, seriously, the Doctor stuck on the slow path with no TARDIS and the fate of the universe resting in the balance? How can I resist? So, enjoy my take on what the Doctor and Martha got up to during "Blink".

Dobby's Polka-Dotted Sock

Chapter One

With one final shudder, the TARDIS stopped, and she loosened her tight grip on the console's railing, her lifeline during the particularly bumpy trips. Martha Jones had learned such precautions were necessary when travelling with a mad man for a pilot.

The man in question leapt up with a grin, already looking eagerly to the door and what lay behind it. "Right then, here we are!"

"And where's here?" She asked. He turned his manic grin to her as he shrugged.

"Not a clue. But! it's got to be somewhere interesting—the TARDIS kept picking up strange temporal fluctuations. What say we go and find out what's causing it, Dr. Jones?"

"Excellent suggestion, Mr. Smith," she played along, unable to keep from smiling back at the Doctor's enthusiasm. He gestured her forward and so she lead the way down the ramp, pushing open the door and stepping out. Her face soon fell, however, as she took in her surroundings. "A front lawn?"

He'd followed her out, his face scrunched up in that unbelievably endearing way when he was caught off guard, both a fortunately and unfortunately rare occurrence. Usually if the Doctor didn't know something, something bad was about to happen—but it was one of Martha's favorite faces.

"What? No, that can't be right. Hang on—I'm going to check," the rest of his sentence went unheard as he turned and dashed back into the ship. Martha shrugged to herself; if they were here, she might as well have a look around.

Heading down a path- though it was hard to tell, everything was so disorderly and overgrown –she slowly approached a rather sizable house. It appeared to be the only one in the immediate vicinity, with a wrought-iron gate to keep out trespassers. Of course, the TARDIS had landed them on the other side, permitting them special access. The house itself was done in rather standard, almost bland colors, but obviously a long time ago, as she could count several boarded up windows, a few shingles were missing from the roof, and the paint appeared to be chipping in some places.

The lawn contained more greenery than simple grass, and she thought that it was probably a rather pretty garden back when it had been tended to. But now it was just as wild and unplanned as the rest of the property, the only vestige of grandeur left over being a tall statue of an angel with eyes covered by its hands.

"Martha?" The Doctor called, and she spun on the toes of her boots, not having realized she'd walked out of sight of the TARDIS.

"Over here, Doctor," she responded, raising her voice loud enough so he would hear. The crazy mop of hair soon poked around the corner and he smiled, trotting up to her with hands in his pockets.

"Taking in the scenery?"

"Yes, actually. It's all rather pretty, in a bit of a sad way," she told him. Everything around them abandoned and left to struggle on on its own.

"Yes," he murmured, nodding slowly in agreement. His eyes slid her way and a smirk crossed his face. "Still, it means no one will mind if we just take a little peek instead, doesn't it?"

"I suppose it does," she acknowledged, shaking her head with a grin as he took long strides to the door.

"It's locked!" He called over his shoulder and shortly afterward she heard the familiar whir of the sonic screwdriver. Martha hurried after him, ducking under the outstretched arm of a statue placed just off the path. He waited for her on the threshold and then pushed the door open. Together, they stepped into the dimly lit front hall.

Passing from room to room, Martha began to notice a pattern. The walls were bare, the rooms sparsely furnished, and what furniture was there was covered. "Doctor, I think the people who lived here were moving."

"You're probably right," he replied, crouching down and lifting a flap of white cloth to look at the couch underneath. "But for whatever reason, they didn't get to finish."

"You mean they just stopped?" She couldn't help giving a little laugh at that. "If that's the case, why aren't they still here? Where'd they go?"

"Where indeed?"

She sighed, glancing once more at his turned back before stepping into the next room. It appeared to have been the sitting room, with large walls and peeling paper covering them. She was about to head back when something caught her eye. It looked almost like a corner to a drawing, just poking out beneath the wallpaper. Reaching up slowly, she tugged on the brittle paper, removing a whole strip to reveal the letter B.

"Doctor!" She shouted, and he rushed into the room. "I think somebody's written a message on the wall underneath this wallpaper."

"It appears so. Good eye, Martha," he complimented, and she blushed, glancing away as he dug around in his pockets. "Hm, seem to have misplaced my glasses…" he muttered, taking out various items, many of which that just should not have fit; a Rubik's cube, a cricket ball, a Yale key on a chain—identical to the one she owned and treasured—and 3D glasses among them. The Time Lord placed them in a pile on the dusty mantle, a frown marring his features. "Maybe I left them back in the TARDIS," he was speaking mostly to himself now, turning and walking to look out of a window at the ship.

Martha returned her attention instead to the letter on the wall. "Should I uncover the rest of it?" She suggested, curious to see the entire message.

"There's something missing," he said, and when she faced him again he was still staring out of the window.

"Aside from your glasses, you mean?" She joked, but he did not share in her amusement.

"Martha…when we came here, wasn't there something outside? Besides the plants, I mean."

"Um, maybe?" She offered, not having expected a quiz. "A- a statue, I think."

"A statue?" He whirled about to look at her, alarm being the primary emotion displayed.

"Yeah, there was a statue," she repeated, sure of herself now. He raced back across the room to her.

"We need to leave. Now," he ordered, his tone brokering no argument. But that just left her baffled.

"What- Doctor, why?" He didn't seem to be listening, running a hand through his wild hair. "What about the message?" She asked instead, gesturing back to the wall.

"No, no, don't uncover that, there's no time. We've got to get out of here." He snatched the assorted pile of his belongings off the mantelpiece, but in his haste some of it fell to the floor. Grumbling at himself under his breath, the alien crouched down once again and began stuffing things in his pockets. She simply could not understand this. It wasn't like the Doctor to want to leave a mystery untouched.

"Don't you want to know what it says? What's so important about a—"

He'd glanced up at her briefly with a look of irritation before returning to his task, but his eyes suddenly widened in horror as his head snapped back up.


But something cold and hard touched down on her shoulder and everything went dark.

So there's the first chapter! I was originally going to make it a one-shot, but I thought that would be too long. This won't be as long as my other multi-chapter fics, so don't worry about that. At any rate, thanks for reading and please review!