Title: Hello Stranger

Author: Jasmine Shigeru

Pairing: Martha Jones/The Doctor

Summary: Throughout her life, Martha Jones keeps running into strange men.

AN: Alternate Reality

Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor Who nor do I wish I do. This is just for my entertainment and whoever wishes to read it. I am not making any profit from this and do not care for that matter.

Rating: T

Hello Stranger

By: Jasmine Shigeru

Chapter One

Age 6: At the Park

The first time I met The Doctor, I was 6 years old. I was alone in the park closest to my family's townhouse. I had somehow gotten separated from my sister and my brother. I can't remember why or what happened. All I remember that I was sitting on a park bench. I knew it was after lunch. It was a clear, hot day. I remember crying.

A strange man sat beside me. I remember he was old. His hair was white and touched his shoulders. I remember he had friendly blue eyes but his face was set in a scowl.

"He-Hello…" I stuttered.

The man started. He must not have seen me sitting on the bench.

"What? Who are you?" he asked.

"Martha Jones," I answered meekly.

"Martha Jones," the man repeated in a pondering voice. He stared into space for a moment. Then, he turned to me.

"I see good things in your future, Martha Jones," he told me.

"How do you know?" I asked wiping the tears from my face.

"Because we've met before," he said as if it were the simplest answer.

I did not understand him then but someday, I would come to believe him.

"That's a lie," I said. "You're a liar."

I pouted and crossed my arms.

"That is quite an accusation, young lady," the man said.

I raised a brow at him. He sighed.

"You were much older when I met you for the first time," he said finally.

"That's impossible," I said with a giggle.

"Hardly anything is impossible, my dear girl," the man chuckled.

"My mummy told me what is real and what is pretend?" I said.

"How do you know what I am saying isn't real?" The man asked with an 'hmm' at the end.

I shrugged.

"You will see, you will see," he smiled and his eyes danced happily.

"Martha!" I heard my mother call out. She came up to me and snatched me up from the park bench.

Leo and Tish, my brother and sister, were crying behind her.

"Who are you, talking to a helpless little girl?" Mummy shouted at the man.

"No one," the man answered without flinching. "Just an old man, sitting on a park bench."

My mother glared at him.

"He's a nice man, Mummy," I said.

"He's a stranger," Mummy said giving me a harsh shake. "You do NOT talk to strangers, Martha Jones. Do you hear me?"

"Yes," I said as fresh tears formed in my eyes.

Mummy pulled me away from the bench and the man.

It was two years later that I saw him again and learned his name. It was 6 years later that I learned that the man I met when I was 6 and again when I was 8 and again when I was 9 was the same man I was meeting again at 12. And it was 12 years that I saw the face I first met.

END OF CH. 1