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They start by having the Doctor (and sort of Rose) as their ‘in common’ thing and they meet up for a drink and have a good old complain session (Martha wins because of ‘walk the world while a nutso Time Lord has conquered Earth’ beats ‘he got me accused of my girlfriends murder’ hands down.) 

But they find as time goes on that they’d rather talk about the stuff going on in their own lives now, whenever they meet up for drinks. 

They’re both free-lancing for Torchwood and occasionally for UNIT. 

Mickey wins tickets to a West End show and asks Martha if she’d like to go, because why not? (He only entered the raffle because the ticket proceeds went to charity.)

Martha thinks ‘well why not?’ 

(Her romance with Tom Milligan hasn’t worked out. Not really Tom’s fault either, but it turned out neither Martha nor Tom could do a long-distance relationship. She’s just glad they figured it out before the wedding. They’re still friends and they message each other occasionally. Mostly ‘hey check out this funny meme’)

So they go. They both get dressed up (and have a brief moment of ‘oh she/he’s gorgeous’) and sit in the very good seats that the tickets were for. The show is amazing and funny and the cast are brilliant. Martha & Mickey have a fabulous time. 

They both realise that they enjoy hanging out a lot and want to do this again. So instead of just meeting up for a drink, they start to do other stuff together. They go ice-skating, they arrange a monthly cinema night and argue about their favourite actors. They go to cons together.

And then someone asks Martha on a date. She’s with Jack at the time (they’re cleaning after up the latest Cardiff rift crisis) and before Martha can say yes or no Jack says ‘she’s already got someone’

Martha’s response is along the lines of ‘what? I have? Since when?’

Jack: Uh yeah, Mickey?

Martha: MIcKEY??

Jack: Yes, Mickey? Mickey Smith?The very hot guy you’ve been going on dates with for months?

Martha: *suddenly realising that she kind of has been dating Mickey* Oh my god.

Jack: Wait, you guys haven’t been dating? Really?? Because if he’s available I know at least three interested parties …

Martha: OHmYGoD.

A lightbulb goes on in Martha’s head. She offers her apologies and rushes out of there. Calls Mickey on the phone and arranges to have lunch with him because she’s got something she wants to ask him.

So she’s there at their favourite café. (We have a favourite café, she thinks, oh my god) and wondering how to make herself ask Mickey on a date-date. Because while she’s just realised that she is very attracted to him, she’s known for a while now that his friendship is very important to her and she never wants to lose it.

And then Mickey says he knows she had something to ask him, but he has something to ask her first, if she doesn’t mind?

Martha nods, expecting it to be a work favour or something. Sure, she says, what is it.

And that’s when Mickey asks her if she’d like to go to dinner with him. At a very fancy restaurant. Like, you know, a date.

A date, says Martha, who can’t quite believe her ears.

Yeah, says Mickey, you know, a proper date-date. 

Martha stares at him. He’s blushing, but still meeting her eyes. 

I really like you, Mickey says seriously. And I though, I think that maybe you’re interested in me too. Not sure why, cos you’re amazing and beautiful and incredible and I’m just-

Incredibly amazing, says Martha, cutting him off. You’re incredibly amazing Mickey Smith. And you’ve got a fantastic ass. I’d love to go on a date with you.

And they just sit there in their favourite café smiling at each other until Martha’s phone vibrates. 

It’s a text from Jack. 

SO IS HE AVAILABLE? it says.

NO, Martha texts back. HE’S MINE.