John Smith Part 2.
"So what's the sitch?" Buffy asked, plopping herself down on the stone wall next to Martha.
She'd been silent in her approach, as always, so her question had surprised Martha out of her reverie, as she stared at the moon and thought of the adventure that had taken her there, and how it had been far easier than this waiting.
"Waiting," Martha said out loud, before she'd had a moment to think. "Some aliens, the Family Blood, need the Doctor's time energy, they're dying, but they had a time machine, so we're hiding, and I'm waiting."
"I met him earlier, definitely doesn't seem like the guy I met in France."
"Mid-18th century, robots from the future tried to steal Madam du Pompadour's brain."
"Oh, well, that makes sense."
They laughed, because that's all they could do.
"The Doctor used this thing, a chameleon arch, to turn himself human for a bit, and it reformed the world to fit him, changed him to fit it."
"Just him, not you?"
"You're telling me. At least he's not getting into trouble though."
"And you've got me to help out."
"That's supposed to be reassuring? You're just as bad as he is," Martha grinned.
"Hey! That's not fair, we just met," Buffy wrinkled her nose, indignant at the thought. She had
left Pompeii long before the volcano.
"You just met me, but I know you well enough. The Lady Summers is just as much trouble to travel through time with as the Doctor himself."
"Sure it's not just him dragging me along?"
"Yeah, highly doubt that," Martha laughed and rolled her eyes as she jumped down from the wall. "Come on, he left a message with instructions in the TARDIS. You should probably see it too if you're going to help me keep an eye on things."