Summary: It was the second week in February, the week of Valentine's Day. Martha Jones had no plans or concerns about the hallmark holiday...until she started receiving gifts from a secret admirer. Handy/Martha -Pete's World-

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

Martha rolled her eyes as she sat down to dinner with her family. They were fighting again. Her father was crossed her mother had bought her airheaded boyfriend, Andy. Leo and Addy had taken their father's side in the heated debate. Tish was supporting their mother's happiness. The boyfriend in question was a suave Dominican that enjoyed talking with the Jones children. He was also slightly annoying with his bright personality.

And Martha just wished everyone would just get along.

Leo and Addy exchanged looks, "Mum…dad…this is why I didn't want to celebrate my birthday with everyone. I could be studying for my exams right now." The only male Jones child chimed in. The handsome boy wore a white button down and black slacks. The birthday boy was dressed up, along with everyone else because that's how Francine liked things.

She liked everything classy.

Except her husband whom she was leaving for her much younger and fit boyfriend Andy. Andy was an alright bloke, he wasn't very bright and if he wasn't dating her mother, Martha would've mistaken him for one of Tish's boys. That was the thing that bothered Martha she didn't understand why her mother was interested in such an airheaded guy.

That and she didn't understand why her family bothered trying to have family outings anymore. The doctor tried to placate her family members before they were kicked out of the restaurant. She needn't bother because the Jones family arguing loudly was done with their own company. Martha sighed; rather despond as she sat alone at the table. She refused to join the ruckus in the door way.

The waiter came by offering her the check and Martha rolled her eyes.

Martha didn't get to pick up the book holding the check as a familiar hand, without checking it, slid a card into the book, "Rough day, Martha?" The man asked as he handed the book to a waiter.

She stared at John Tyler as if he'd grown another head.

"Did you just pay for that check?"

John picked up a bread stick and munched on it as he tilted his head adorably. "Well, they left you to pay for it and I happen to be finishing my meeting with Pete. Figured, what the hell? I'd help Martha."

"You paid for a meal you had nothing to do with…out of pity?!" Martha asked calmly.

John blinked and stared at Martha as if she were mad, "Of course not. You'd slap me silly for even thinking of it." He studied the dark skinned beauty. Her hair hung down in loose spiral curls held out of her face by a black headband. She wore a teal colored dress that showed off her petite waistline. "You look beautiful tonight."

"I…" Martha paused as she took in John in his tux with his cute bowtie. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself."

John winked at her. "Would you care to go on a walk Doctor Jones?"

Martha didn't like John Tyler. However, it was hard to just be mean to a guy that was being well…sweet. "I don't know…how long is this personality transplant going to last?" She was half joking, half serious. The small grin she offered him kept the skinny male from being offended.

"Oi, what's that mean?" John asked with a slight smirk. "I happen to think I'm adorable."

Martha laughed at John's serious expression. He was pouting and it looked adorable. "Next you're going to tell me you're Dean Winchester and that you're actually a Hunter?"

"Well…now that you mention it…" John teased. He grinned as Martha laughed. He preferred her this way, not depressed over her family. Joking with her was the perfect way to change her opinion of him. The waiter bought back the receipts and John signed them all, before taking his card and pocketing it, "Allonsy Martha Jones!"

Martha raised an eyebrow at the French word, as she grabbed her wristlet and her coat. "Allonsy? You even say it with a slight French accent."

"Yes well," He winked and sent her a grin before taking her coat and helping her into it.

Martha studied the gentleman that was known as John Tyler. He was being the perfect gentleman and he was making her laugh. She remembered the way he had called her a star the day before because she agreed to go on a date with him. Martha wondered if perhaps she had misjudged him…

Then she resolved to think on it later and come up with a better conclusion.

He was still an arrogant toe-rag.

Though now that she thought on it…hadn't Lily Evans thought the same thing about James Potter?

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John walked beside the dark skinned beauty, his hands moving wildly as he told Martha modified versions of his adventures. "So, I'm standing there with this gas mask on as the bloke is telling me the problem. When he turns to me, I say 'Are you my mummy?' of course he doesn't get it and asks me to be serious." His expression was positively lit up. Martha laughed at him.

They moved about the cool London night heading somewhere. Martha would be lying if she said she didn't like this side of her co-worker, because she did. And he seemed to have endless stories. She found him to be less dull than she originally thought.

In fact he was a huge improvement from Morganstein.

"Are you there Doctor Jones?" John teasingly asked as he tapped her nose. Swatting his hand away, Martha shoved her hands into her pockets and looked at the dark sky. John followed her glaze to the moon.

There was silence as they glazed up. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Martha finally asked as she pulled her eyes away from the mesmerizing sight.

"Very." John whispered, his brown eyes looking at the young doctor. This was a Martha whose hospital had ended up on the moon and gave her last breath to save Sarah Jane. Something Sarah Jane had repaid in kind the moment the hospital had landed back on Earth. This Martha had never met a mysterious stranger that could and would take her away from her dysfunction family. Martha hadn't inspired Shakespeare in this timeline. She hadn't walked a burning Earth and more importantly- she hadn't been hurt by him. Her love for him hadn't been rebuffed before he could realize that he wanted her as well. That's why John was going after her this time around, he would pursue Martha Jones until she was his or she really rebuffed him.

John supposed he could be like Donna and chase Martha as aggressively as the redhead had chased her fiancée. They had been engaged and were getting married.

Though, the bloke had tried to feed Donna to a giant spider in the end.

Martha might shove him off a cliff or something.

He grinned widely at that.

"I've always loved the moon…ever since…" She trailed off and looked at him with a thoughtful expression.

John tilted his head before offering Martha his hand, "I went to the moon once."

"Really?" She asked her voice was guarded.

John nodded, "It was beautiful standing in the Earthlight."

"It was," Martha smiled softly getting lost in her own thoughts. "Do you suppose other species exist? I mean the universe is so huge and to think we're the only living beings around…" Her small hand grasped the larger one.

John glanced at the sky again. "Oh, we aren't alone Doctor Jones. Never think we are." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Martha, I do have to ask…"

She looked at him. Those brown eyes of hers filled with curiosity as she searched his face for a clue on the solemn tone. "Yes?" She really hoped he wasn't about to ask if she would be his girlfriend. It would ruin the nice evening they had been having.

"Why do you seem to hate me so much?" John finally asked. "I mean this evening we got along well, but tomorrow…tomorrow will you hate me again?"

Martha resisted the urge to pull her hand from his, instead she shook her head. "I don't hate you. I might think of you as an arrogant toe-rag…but your heart is in the right place." She replied. "At least I think it's in the right place."

"Then why…?" He trailed off confused as Martha started leading them from the street corner they had been standing on.

Martha sighed, "When you first arrived at Royal Hope…I was still mourning over the death of my fiancée. The more we talked and interacted the more I found it easier to smile. To laugh and by the gods did I enjoy that, but then it all crashed around me."

"Rose." John muttered finally understanding why Martha seemed to hate him. It was like a reverse to what had happened with the Doc-

Martha interrupted his thoughts as they continued walking towards her flat, "I knew you had to have a girlfriend. I even convinced myself that we could be just friends. Then things started changing between us, we both knew it. Finally, Rose appeared. You guys had that giant row and I didn't want any part of it. I felt like a mistress on the side and I hated that feeling."

John stopped in his tracks and forced Martha to face him. Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look at him. "You were never my mistress or some bird on the side. I can swear that to you." Those dark eyes of hers looked lovely as she stared at him. "Martha, things did change and honestly before anything would happen between us…Rose and I would have been over. I'm not that kind of man."

She smiled softly and John released her chin, turning his head to the side.

"I suppose it's my fault, I met you and we just clicked." John told her, "we clicked so well and I enjoyed that."

Martha squeezed his hand this time around. She started walking again, this time her head full of his words. His reassurance and her own hesitance…

Could she trust his words?

And more importantly was she ready to be in another relationship?

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Gloria looked up from her assignments to greet the delivery man. The entire day had been slightly odd. Doctors Jones and Tyler were actually on speaking terms. They even planned to get lunch together in the hospital cafeteria. Miss Williams could already tell those two would be getting together soon. Doctor Morganstein had been poking about trying to find out more about the flowers being delivered to Martha. Gloria was glad to say she knew nothing other than they had been dropped off.

The receptionist signed off on another set of flowers the next day. She delivered them to Martha with a giant knowing smile. The surgeon hadn't been as amused by Gloria's interruption. She had been discussing with a patient the procedure they would have to go through and the effects before the knock had come. The patient, a young male with short blond hair and brown eyes, was trying to have a tumor located in the lower brain removed. His mother sat as well asking persisting questions.

After her patient left, Martha looked at the box and carefully opened it before she gasped in surprised.

Before her admirer had sent roses, but now…

A dozen moonflowers laid there waiting for a vase. The beautiful white petal flowers with healthy looking green stems.

A trembling hand picked up the card that lay on top of the purple box. Martha bit her lip as she opened the card.

My Moonbeam,

You look radiant in the Earthlight, never forget that.

I can't wait to take you to see the stars, you'll fall in love with them Martha Jones. And I think that's what I'm excited for Doctor Jones.

All of time, all of space…I hope you aren't intimidated by the thought.

-Your Admirer

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Hoshi: Day 4…Martha's slowly having a change of heart.

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREEMA! That gorgeous woman just turned 34! I've got one other update for you guys as a bday gift! (That's if you read my fic 'Love Takes Time' sooooooooo updating that tonight!)

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