Although I really do like Rory and Amy as a couple, I've read numerous Martha and Rory fics and they have really caught my eye, so I decided to write my own. AU Rory is a nurse at the Royal Hope Hospital and ends up travelling with Martha and the Doctor. If enough people like this chapter then I will be going on to rewrite the whole of series three and some extras with Rory as a companion as well as Martha.

"My mate, Ben," he had seem so certain when he said that, "my mate, Ben," she hadn't the heart to call psych. If he wanted to believe it, well he wasn't hurting anyone. He had two pulses, or was that just her imagination? Her finger must have slipped. The soft murmur of her phone caused to forget the man for a moment, as she listened to her sister spill the usual river of problems.

"That's our inheritance she's spending, on fake tan-" Martha nodded absentminded, watching the rain drops chase each other over the pane. A young man hovered in the doorway, an empty mug dangling in fingers. She motioned for him to come in; instead he just stayed, looking straight past her.

His eyes fixed on the window he let out a hushed gasp, "the rain, look at the rain,"

She rolled her eyes in exasperation, running her fingers along the sideboard "we live in England, of course it's going to rain," she told him with a mocking laugh.

"No," Tish answered her, unaware of the man's presence, "no. Martha the rain is going up. Martha?! Oh my god MARTHA?!" Tish's cry was manic as the call disconnected and under a thunder bolt hospital disappeared. Around her pedestrians began to weave past, their faces ashen and in shock, "my sister, oh my god, my sister's in there," she murmured, watching smoke drift from the crater in disbelief.

Crumpled against the wall Martha was in awe of the silence that had spread across the building, then as the lights flickered and the rain drew to a halt, like an orchestra they began. From every direction noise rose, their cries foetal and petrified. Beside her the young man clambered to his feet, out stretching a hand towards her. "Well I don't think we're in Kansa anymore Toto," his lips stretched into a forced smile, and she let out weak snort of laughter.

"It felt like an earthquake," she tried to state but it came out as a question, hanging between them in the air.

"It's dark outside, it was lunch time,"

"Well it can't be night," She pressed herself against the cool glass, turning back in swift twirl of surprise, "we're on the moon. We're on the bloody moon." He came and stood beside her, and gently their noses pushed against the pane in awe.

They were only beckoned away from window by the draw of the hysteria from outside the room. "All right now, everyone back to bed," together they composed themselves into professionals, "it'll all be okay, everyone just calm down,"

Side by side they began to walk the ward, escorting wandering patients back to bed with a gentle tug, until they came to a halt at the end. As Martha peered outside, the man stuck out a hand and shook hers with a smile, "sorry, I never asked your name, I'm Rory Williams,"

"Nice to meet you Rory, I'm Martha. Martha Jones. Now hold on, these windows aren't exactly air tight-"

Rory murmured in agreement, running his fingertips along the seals "if the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened,"

"Good points, brilliant in fact!" Behind them a man drew the curtain back with a flourish, "what was your name again?" he asked Martha, sauntering up to them and throwing open the window.

"Martha."

"And it was Jones, wasn't it? And what's your name?"

"Rory, Rory Williams,"

"Well then, Rory Williams, well then, Martha Jones," he flashed them a smile of anticipation "the question is, how are we still breathing?" without waiting for an answer he begun to amble down the ward, "you two coming or what?" he asked them, pausing for a moment until they were at his heels.

"Umm, just wondering, umm, where are we going exactly?" Rory stuttered, his breathing laboured as he struggled to keep up with the man's fast pacing.

"There must be a balcony on this floor, or a veranda? I want to know why, why we're still breathing and why, why they are keeping us alive,"

"They, who's-"

Martha interrupted Rory with a sudden thought, "there's a balcony by the patient's lounge, it's just round the corner,"

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Come on!" with a flourish he grasped Martha's hand in his and together they began to weave through the corridor, Rory stumbling behind them. They ran until they halted suddenly at the fastened doors, "fancy going out?" the man asked stepping outside.

Together they stood, the doors swinging behind them and the craters and dips of the moon spread out ahead.

"I've got a party tonight. It's my brother's twenty first," the words hung between them, the event now insignificant and trivial.

"You okay?" Rory slid his fingers between Martha's, clinging to each other as if to prevent the other from floating away into the vast black sky.

"Yeah," she slipped him a small smile and in return he gave her fingertips a tight squeeze.

The man gave her a concerned glance, "want to go back in?"

"No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful. How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are. What do you think happened?"

"What to do you think?"

"Extraterrestrial. It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days?"

"There was that spaceship flying into Big Ben, that star at Christmas-"

"- and those ghosts, sorry cybermen and those daleks," Martha finished off, "My cousin, Adeola, she worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home,"

For a moment they averted their eyes, and Martha stared straight ahead, her words trembling, so quiet and yet so loud in the vast empty space.

"I'm sorry," Rory let the words slip from his lips; he wanted to say more but nothing seemed right.

"I was there, in the battle. My friend, she, she-" gently Martha cradled the man's hand in hers, linking the three together.

"I promise you, Mr. Smith, if we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."

"It's not Smith, that's not my real name. I'm called the Doctor."

Hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review and tell me what you think and whether you would like to read more.