![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Doctor Who fic: Living in a beautiful world (1/1)
Title: Living in a beautiful world
Author: dk323
Rating: PG-13 (for mention of violence)
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, OCs
Spoilers: AU! Takes place during their time in 1969 and diverges from there.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Doctor Who, just playing with its characters.
Summary: Time didn’t stop for them.
A/N: This is a one-shot fic that I never posted even though it's pretty much complete. I noticed it in my folder and decided I should put it up. I think it's a sweet story, maybe a little sad too. (I should stop myself from reviewing my own story, lol. ;)The title is from the Coldplay song, "Don't Panic." (Reassuring, I know ;)).
~ * ~
“The TARDIS will be back soon. The Med Bay…” He informed her, trailing off.
The Doctor was only stalling. He knew what he had to do.
“I need medical help right away, Doctor. I could die.”
He shook his head, “No, I can’t. I’m sorry Martha, but I can’t take you to the hospital. Remember what I told you?”
Martha’s eyes widened. She knew full well what he was insinuating and she didn’t like it one bit.
“The doctors at the hospital – I just need the proper medical treatment and I should be fine.”
“Martha, it’s 1969.”
“What difference does that make? People still get shot in 1969.”
“You’re my responsibility – how can I be sure they won’t kill you inadvertently?”
She quickly shut the door, “She’s coming, Chris!”
But then the girl noticed the big, old grandfather clock in the corner of the room and heard the familiar whirring sound. She couldn’t help but grin. It was only a few days before Christmas and that meant presents.
“This is grandma’s room, isn’t it, Martha? And that sound --” Chris began.
“The Doctor’s ship!” Martha smiled excitedly at her brother, clapping her hands.
They saw Marie, their older sister; rush in rather uncharacteristically for her (she prided herself on acting grown-up – walking all calm and proper like into a room – her younger siblings thought it made her look more pompous than anything else).
“Did you hear it, Martha?” The 14-year old asked, excitement lacing her words as she looked to her younger sister.
“Yeah, grandma’s come to visit.” She said, spinning around.
“Stop that, you’ll get dizzy.” Marie reprimanded out of habit, though she was more focused on watching the ship materialize into the room.
The TARDIS appeared before them.
Their grandmother came out of the TARDIS, smiling at her grandchildren.
The Doctor came out after her, leaning against his ship and watching her interact with her grandchildren with an affectionate eye.
Chris went up to him, tugging on his coat, “Can I say hello to the TARDIS?” He asked, an innocent look on his face.
The Doctor laughed. “Of course, on one condition though.”
Their grandmother looked back at him, an amused expression on her face.
“What?” Chris asked.
“You can only press the buttons I tell you to.”
“All right, I can do that!” He said earnestly.
Martha hugged her two granddaughters, one of them named after her, and then she listened intently to what they had to say. Meanwhile, the Doctor led Chris into the TARDIS. Through all this, no one seemed to notice that Martha Jones didn’t look a day past thirty.
In fact, Marie had seen a photo of her grandmother with her son – Marie’s father – taken at his 10th birthday party. And in all those years, their grandmother had barely aged a single day.
*
“No, go away. You’ve done enough today.” She said, her voice muffled with the door as a barrier.
“We have to talk.” He said firmly, trying to convey the urgency of the matter.
Martha opened the door slightly, “What?” She bit out as she let him into her room.
The Doctor couldn’t help but notice the steady glow of light coming off of her body.
“How are you?” He asked softly.
Martha looked down for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, “I want to go back home, Doctor. Even with this change…I need to get back to my life.”
“If that’s what you want…”
Martha nodded, “It’s what I want. I’m sorry.”
The Doctor sighed, “You’ll have to come back at some point, mind you.”
“Why?”
“You’ll know when it’s time. You don’t need to know why.”
“I have a right to know, Doctor.” She said fiercely, staring him down.
“Who shot you, Martha?” He asked, purposefully avoiding answering her question.
She shrugged, “It doesn’t matter. I’m still alive, right?”
“Martha, please.”
“Forget it, okay? It doesn’t matter. We’re not in 1969 anymore and we’re not going back there. And why aren’t you telling me what I want to know, Doctor?” She practically yelled at him, breathing heavily.
She started wavering as a dizziness spell overtook her, “What is happening to me?” She asked breathlessly.
The Doctor caught her before she fell and held her in his arms.
“You’ll be fine.” He reassured her, kissing the top of her head.
He picked her up and laid her carefully on the bed.
Before he could move away, Martha sat up abruptly and pulled the Doctor toward her.
“Not so fast, mister,” She said.
She kissed him on the lips – the light surrounding her growing brighter.
“Martha, this is--” He tried to say after she let him go.
She smiled at him, placing her hand over his cheek. “One trip, Doctor. And then I want to go back.”
He kept up his happy façade and smiled back at her – though inside, his hearts broke for what his companion would have to go through. And all because of his selfish decision to give her the one thing anyone would want – life…
But sometimes you could have too much of a good thing.
And so he gave himself to her – all the while hoping she would forgive him for his actions.
*
The Cybermen had a plan for revenge. They had engineered this portal that would suck in any human who had time traveled in the near vicinity. And send them to dead space…Hell. Permanently.
The Doctor was never able to find out who the mastermind was behind the plan, but afterwards, he vowed to get rid of every last Cybermen he happened to come across.
Two Cybermen held him back as he watched Martha get pulled against her will into the portal.
He yelled frantically – realizing at the last possible moment what she could do, “The locket, Martha!”
She looked down at the locket around her neck. The Doctor had given it to her as a sort of goodbye present before they went on that ‘one trip’ compromise that she had allowed him. Without hesitation, she took hold of the locket and closed her eyes – hoping and praying.
And she was transported to another room, but she still felt the strong pull of the portal trying to suck her in. Though it didn’t feel as strong as when she was in the same room with it.
She almost gasped when she saw someone else in the room. Martha only saw the person’s back, but from her blonde hair she assumed she was a female. And she could see through her – as if she were a ghost…
The girl turned around, a clunky magnaclamp in her hands. She looked around Martha’s age, maybe a few years younger.
She ran over to Martha, “You’ve got to listen to what I tell you to do yeah?”
Martha shook her head, “Who are you?”
But the girl had already walked away. She firmly placed the magnaclamp on the wall.
“All right, Martha, come here.” She directed.
“How do you know my name?” She asked, her confusion growing, but she walked toward the other woman anyway.
“No time! Now, you don’t feel the pull yeah?” She asked Martha.
Martha just then realized that the pull of the portal was completely gone. As if it had never been there.
At Martha’s nod, she grinned, “It worked – that’s good. But it’ll come back, Martha. I can’t keep it away for long. You have to be ready.”
“What do you want me to do?”
She pointed to the red button at the top of the magnaclamp, “Press that and hold on tight. Do not let go. Will you do that for me?”
Martha did as she was told and gripped the handle firmly as the pull came back with a vengeance.
“Can you please tell me who you are?” Martha asked again, curious.
The other woman sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she answered, “I was a companion of the Doctor’s – just like you are now. I came to help. Us companions need to look out for each other yeah? And don’t worry – the Doctor will find a way to close the portal and you both will be back on the TARDIS before --”
She snapped her fingers, smiling at Martha before she faded away, the word “Snap!” being the last she heard from her.
A few minutes later, the Doctor rushed into the room she was in and he chattered on about closing the portal – finding a way to recalibrate it so that the Cybermen would be sucked in too -- and how glad he was that she was alive.
He picked her up and spun her around in a big hug. Though Martha had planned to tell him about her mysterious meeting with a former companion of his, any memory of the blonde girl had faded away once the Doctor had come back for her.
All she could really remember were the words:
Do not let go.
So despite her hope to get back to her life and normalcy (as normal as she could get after having met the Doctor); Martha couldn’t say no to the earnest look on the Doctor’s face.
He was trying. How could she fault him for that?
“Okay, let’s go to the moon.”
“Brilliant. You’ll love it.” He said, grinning at her.
She smiled back at him.
Do not let go.
The two of them sat on a picnic blanket, watching the stars in the sky. The picnic lunch before them was mostly untouched.
The Doctor placed his arm around her, telling her stories of planets he’d visited in the past.
“Doctor?” Martha asked during a lull in their conversation, “Why can’t I stay on Earth and live my life on my terms? What aren’t you telling me?” She finished, looking at him.
The Doctor didn’t say anything at first, but then he said softly, “Do you believe in forever, Martha?”
“That was out of left field. What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, somewhat frustrated at his cryptic answer.
He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. Martha was sure it had to do with her condition, but his kisses – in fact any touch from him – were more intoxicating than ever.
Martha reluctantly pulled away, saying, “Forever is just a dream. It never comes true – reality always wins out in the end.”
“Don’t be so sure, Miss Jones.” He countered.
After their peaceful picnic on the moon, the Doctor took Martha back home – as she had requested. Martha made him promise that he’d find another companion, so that he wouldn’t be traveling alone. Because she knew he needed someone - and if the person couldn’t be her, then Martha trusted him to choose the right person for the task.
Martha Jones refused to dwell on his assertion that she would have to come back on board the TARDIS. If he refused to explain himself, then she wouldn’t agonize over it.
That’s how it would be.
A few decades later…
“Martha, love – you don’t look well.” Her husband said, concerned.
Martha looked at him, “It’s nothing, Peter. Just the flu. Don’t worry about me, all right?”
“I have to worry about you, Martha. I still don’t understand why you haven’t aged. Our son is at university and yet you’ve seemed to only age a few years since we first met…”
She really didn’t want to get into this discussion again, especially when she was feeling like her head was on fire. She kept hearing a loud ticking of a clock inside her head. But it sounded all wrong – as if the clock was broken and there was no rhythm to the hands as they made their way around it.
“Pete, I’m sorry, but can we not go into this now? My head hurts.” She told him.
Martha stood up and was about to leave the kitchen, when Peter grabbed her arm, “I saw him the other day. That man you told me about – the Doctor.”
He didn’t miss his wife’s sharp intake of breath at the mention of the Doctor.
“He just stood there on the other side of the street. Waiting. I know there was a history between you two, but why is he back now? Why after so long?”
Martha looked back at him – trying to keep the tears from falling, “You know I love you, right? And I’m sorry. If you could find it in your heart to forgive me…”
“Martha, what are you on about? You sound like you’re going to leave.”
She smiled half-heartedly at him and kissed him.
“I’m going to rest, okay? Don’t worry about it.”
“If you would just tell me what is going on...” He pressed.
Martha shook her head, placing her hand to her forehead as the incessant pounding grew even worse.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.” She said apologetically.
Before he could reply, she left the kitchen and went up the stairs to their room to lie down on the bed.
When she woke up a few hours later, Martha surprised herself by not crying out in alarm at the sudden appearance of the Doctor at her bedside.
“Does it hurt?” He asked her quietly.
She nodded mutely.
“I’ve missed you, Martha Jones.” He said fervently before he kissed her.
Not too long after, the Doctor told her the truth.
Her own timeline was toxic to her now. The Doctor had only managed to give her long enough to start a family and see her son off to college. But now, she had to stay with him.
The TARDIS would take care of her – keep away the pounding in her head that she felt every time she visited her timeline – where she was supposed to live and die – but now it only caused her pain.
Fortunately, she could visit her family – her son and later on, her grandkids -- for a short period of time granted she took the necessary precautions. But she found that as long as the Doctor was near her, she felt fine for the most part.
Though she felt horrible for not being there as much as she wanted to for her family, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. After much thought, Martha had accepted the Doctor’s decision.
Once in a while, she did feel angry at the Doctor for doing this to her – he had no right to change her life so drastically that she had no choice but to --
Then again … he needed someone to look after him, didn’t he?
And what had drawn her to the Doctor and what he could offer – oh so long ago after their first meeting on the moon --
Imagine, the moon…
Author: dk323
Rating: PG-13 (for mention of violence)
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, OCs
Spoilers: AU! Takes place during their time in 1969 and diverges from there.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Doctor Who, just playing with its characters.
Summary: Time didn’t stop for them.
A/N: This is a one-shot fic that I never posted even though it's pretty much complete. I noticed it in my folder and decided I should put it up. I think it's a sweet story, maybe a little sad too. (I should stop myself from reviewing my own story, lol. ;)The title is from the Coldplay song, "Don't Panic." (Reassuring, I know ;)).
~ * ~
“Martha? I’m--” The Doctor stopped in his tracks after he opened the door to their tiny flat.
Stranded in 1969, still, but not for long. Things were coming together and soon the TARDIS would come back to them…
He thought his hearts would stop beating at the sight of Martha lying on her back on the kitchen floor, a knife loose in her grasp and a small pool of blood forming beside her.
The Doctor rushed toward her, kneeling beside her. He checked her pulse – it was still there, but rather weak.
“Martha…” He murmured, feeling a bit at a loss over what to do.
“Hospital, Doctor. I’ve been shot. ” Martha said so softly, he could just hear her.
“The TARDIS will be back soon. The Med Bay…” He informed her, trailing off.
The Doctor was only stalling. He knew what he had to do.
“I need medical help right away, Doctor. I could die.”
He shook his head, “No, I can’t. I’m sorry Martha, but I can’t take you to the hospital. Remember what I told you?”
Martha’s eyes widened. She knew full well what he was insinuating and she didn’t like it one bit.
“No, you can’t. It’s not right. Please don’t do this, please.” She pleaded with him.
“The doctors at the hospital – I just need the proper medical treatment and I should be fine.”
“Martha, it’s 1969.”
“What difference does that make? People still get shot in 1969.”
“You’re my responsibility – how can I be sure they won’t kill you inadvertently?”
When Martha didn’t answer, the Doctor went ahead and kissed her, a glowing light entering into her as a result.
After that day, Martha Jones was never quite the same again. She was given a gift and a curse.
*
Two children – a 10-year old boy and a girl - ran into a room, laughing as they fought to regain their breath.
“You think Marie is close?” The boy asked.
She quickly shut the door, “She’s coming, Chris!”
But then the girl noticed the big, old grandfather clock in the corner of the room and heard the familiar whirring sound. She couldn’t help but grin. It was only a few days before Christmas and that meant presents.
“This is grandma’s room, isn’t it, Martha? And that sound --” Chris began.
“The Doctor’s ship!” Martha smiled excitedly at her brother, clapping her hands.
They saw Marie, their older sister; rush in rather uncharacteristically for her (she prided herself on acting grown-up – walking all calm and proper like into a room – her younger siblings thought it made her look more pompous than anything else).
“Did you hear it, Martha?” The 14-year old asked, excitement lacing her words as she looked to her younger sister.
“Yeah, grandma’s come to visit.” She said, spinning around.
“Stop that, you’ll get dizzy.” Marie reprimanded out of habit, though she was more focused on watching the ship materialize into the room.
The TARDIS appeared before them.
Their grandmother came out of the TARDIS, smiling at her grandchildren.
The Doctor came out after her, leaning against his ship and watching her interact with her grandchildren with an affectionate eye.
Chris went up to him, tugging on his coat, “Can I say hello to the TARDIS?” He asked, an innocent look on his face.
The Doctor laughed. “Of course, on one condition though.”
Their grandmother looked back at him, an amused expression on her face.
“What?” Chris asked.
“You can only press the buttons I tell you to.”
“All right, I can do that!” He said earnestly.
Martha hugged her two granddaughters, one of them named after her, and then she listened intently to what they had to say. Meanwhile, the Doctor led Chris into the TARDIS. Through all this, no one seemed to notice that Martha Jones didn’t look a day past thirty.
In fact, Marie had seen a photo of her grandmother with her son – Marie’s father – taken at his 10th birthday party. And in all those years, their grandmother had barely aged a single day.
*
Past
From the console room, the Doctor heard the door to Martha’s bedroom slam shut. He rubbed his face tiredly and set about the task of getting the TARDIS back into the Vortex.
After possibly the longest hour of his life, he decided to check on his companion.
“No, go away. You’ve done enough today.” She said, her voice muffled with the door as a barrier.
“We have to talk.” He said firmly, trying to convey the urgency of the matter.
Martha opened the door slightly, “What?” She bit out as she let him into her room.
The Doctor couldn’t help but notice the steady glow of light coming off of her body.
“How are you?” He asked softly.
Martha looked down for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, “I want to go back home, Doctor. Even with this change…I need to get back to my life.”
“If that’s what you want…”
Martha nodded, “It’s what I want. I’m sorry.”
The Doctor sighed, “You’ll have to come back at some point, mind you.”
“Why?”
“You’ll know when it’s time. You don’t need to know why.”
“I have a right to know, Doctor.” She said fiercely, staring him down.
“Who shot you, Martha?” He asked, purposefully avoiding answering her question.
She shrugged, “It doesn’t matter. I’m still alive, right?”
“Martha, please.”
“Forget it, okay? It doesn’t matter. We’re not in 1969 anymore and we’re not going back there. And why aren’t you telling me what I want to know, Doctor?” She practically yelled at him, breathing heavily.
She started wavering as a dizziness spell overtook her, “What is happening to me?” She asked breathlessly.
The Doctor caught her before she fell and held her in his arms.
“You’ll be fine.” He reassured her, kissing the top of her head.
He picked her up and laid her carefully on the bed.
Before he could move away, Martha sat up abruptly and pulled the Doctor toward her.
“Not so fast, mister,” She said.
She kissed him on the lips – the light surrounding her growing brighter.
“Martha, this is--” He tried to say after she let him go.
She smiled at him, placing her hand over his cheek. “One trip, Doctor. And then I want to go back.”
He kept up his happy façade and smiled back at her – though inside, his hearts broke for what his companion would have to go through. And all because of his selfish decision to give her the one thing anyone would want – life…
But sometimes you could have too much of a good thing.
And so he gave himself to her – all the while hoping she would forgive him for his actions.
*
So the Doctor took her on that one trip.
The Cybermen had a plan for revenge. They had engineered this portal that would suck in any human who had time traveled in the near vicinity. And send them to dead space…Hell. Permanently.
The Doctor was never able to find out who the mastermind was behind the plan, but afterwards, he vowed to get rid of every last Cybermen he happened to come across.
Two Cybermen held him back as he watched Martha get pulled against her will into the portal.
He yelled frantically – realizing at the last possible moment what she could do, “The locket, Martha!”
She looked down at the locket around her neck. The Doctor had given it to her as a sort of goodbye present before they went on that ‘one trip’ compromise that she had allowed him. Without hesitation, she took hold of the locket and closed her eyes – hoping and praying.
And she was transported to another room, but she still felt the strong pull of the portal trying to suck her in. Though it didn’t feel as strong as when she was in the same room with it.
She almost gasped when she saw someone else in the room. Martha only saw the person’s back, but from her blonde hair she assumed she was a female. And she could see through her – as if she were a ghost…
The girl turned around, a clunky magnaclamp in her hands. She looked around Martha’s age, maybe a few years younger.
She ran over to Martha, “You’ve got to listen to what I tell you to do yeah?”
Martha shook her head, “Who are you?”
But the girl had already walked away. She firmly placed the magnaclamp on the wall.
“All right, Martha, come here.” She directed.
“How do you know my name?” She asked, her confusion growing, but she walked toward the other woman anyway.
“No time! Now, you don’t feel the pull yeah?” She asked Martha.
Martha just then realized that the pull of the portal was completely gone. As if it had never been there.
At Martha’s nod, she grinned, “It worked – that’s good. But it’ll come back, Martha. I can’t keep it away for long. You have to be ready.”
“What do you want me to do?”
She pointed to the red button at the top of the magnaclamp, “Press that and hold on tight. Do not let go. Will you do that for me?”
Martha did as she was told and gripped the handle firmly as the pull came back with a vengeance.
“Can you please tell me who you are?” Martha asked again, curious.
The other woman sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she answered, “I was a companion of the Doctor’s – just like you are now. I came to help. Us companions need to look out for each other yeah? And don’t worry – the Doctor will find a way to close the portal and you both will be back on the TARDIS before --”
She snapped her fingers, smiling at Martha before she faded away, the word “Snap!” being the last she heard from her.
A few minutes later, the Doctor rushed into the room she was in and he chattered on about closing the portal – finding a way to recalibrate it so that the Cybermen would be sucked in too -- and how glad he was that she was alive.
He picked her up and spun her around in a big hug. Though Martha had planned to tell him about her mysterious meeting with a former companion of his, any memory of the blonde girl had faded away once the Doctor had come back for her.
All she could really remember were the words:
Do not let go.
*
”What about,” The Doctor spoke up, “A picnic on the moon? What do you think?”
So despite her hope to get back to her life and normalcy (as normal as she could get after having met the Doctor); Martha couldn’t say no to the earnest look on the Doctor’s face.
He was trying. How could she fault him for that?
“Okay, let’s go to the moon.”
“Brilliant. You’ll love it.” He said, grinning at her.
She smiled back at him.
Do not let go.
The two of them sat on a picnic blanket, watching the stars in the sky. The picnic lunch before them was mostly untouched.
The Doctor placed his arm around her, telling her stories of planets he’d visited in the past.
“Doctor?” Martha asked during a lull in their conversation, “Why can’t I stay on Earth and live my life on my terms? What aren’t you telling me?” She finished, looking at him.
The Doctor didn’t say anything at first, but then he said softly, “Do you believe in forever, Martha?”
“That was out of left field. What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, somewhat frustrated at his cryptic answer.
He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. Martha was sure it had to do with her condition, but his kisses – in fact any touch from him – were more intoxicating than ever.
Martha reluctantly pulled away, saying, “Forever is just a dream. It never comes true – reality always wins out in the end.”
“Don’t be so sure, Miss Jones.” He countered.
After their peaceful picnic on the moon, the Doctor took Martha back home – as she had requested. Martha made him promise that he’d find another companion, so that he wouldn’t be traveling alone. Because she knew he needed someone - and if the person couldn’t be her, then Martha trusted him to choose the right person for the task.
Martha Jones refused to dwell on his assertion that she would have to come back on board the TARDIS. If he refused to explain himself, then she wouldn’t agonize over it.
That’s how it would be.
A few decades later…
“Martha, love – you don’t look well.” Her husband said, concerned.
Martha looked at him, “It’s nothing, Peter. Just the flu. Don’t worry about me, all right?”
“I have to worry about you, Martha. I still don’t understand why you haven’t aged. Our son is at university and yet you’ve seemed to only age a few years since we first met…”
She really didn’t want to get into this discussion again, especially when she was feeling like her head was on fire. She kept hearing a loud ticking of a clock inside her head. But it sounded all wrong – as if the clock was broken and there was no rhythm to the hands as they made their way around it.
“Pete, I’m sorry, but can we not go into this now? My head hurts.” She told him.
Martha stood up and was about to leave the kitchen, when Peter grabbed her arm, “I saw him the other day. That man you told me about – the Doctor.”
He didn’t miss his wife’s sharp intake of breath at the mention of the Doctor.
“He just stood there on the other side of the street. Waiting. I know there was a history between you two, but why is he back now? Why after so long?”
Martha looked back at him – trying to keep the tears from falling, “You know I love you, right? And I’m sorry. If you could find it in your heart to forgive me…”
“Martha, what are you on about? You sound like you’re going to leave.”
She smiled half-heartedly at him and kissed him.
“I’m going to rest, okay? Don’t worry about it.”
“If you would just tell me what is going on...” He pressed.
Martha shook her head, placing her hand to her forehead as the incessant pounding grew even worse.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.” She said apologetically.
Before he could reply, she left the kitchen and went up the stairs to their room to lie down on the bed.
When she woke up a few hours later, Martha surprised herself by not crying out in alarm at the sudden appearance of the Doctor at her bedside.
“Does it hurt?” He asked her quietly.
She nodded mutely.
“I’ve missed you, Martha Jones.” He said fervently before he kissed her.
Not too long after, the Doctor told her the truth.
Her own timeline was toxic to her now. The Doctor had only managed to give her long enough to start a family and see her son off to college. But now, she had to stay with him.
The TARDIS would take care of her – keep away the pounding in her head that she felt every time she visited her timeline – where she was supposed to live and die – but now it only caused her pain.
Fortunately, she could visit her family – her son and later on, her grandkids -- for a short period of time granted she took the necessary precautions. But she found that as long as the Doctor was near her, she felt fine for the most part.
Though she felt horrible for not being there as much as she wanted to for her family, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. After much thought, Martha had accepted the Doctor’s decision.
Once in a while, she did feel angry at the Doctor for doing this to her – he had no right to change her life so drastically that she had no choice but to --
Then again … he needed someone to look after him, didn’t he?
And what had drawn her to the Doctor and what he could offer – oh so long ago after their first meeting on the moon --
Imagine, the moon…
-- she still felt that way. She wanted to see as much of time and space as she could. And anyway, she had achieved what she had always hoped to do: complete her medical studies and become a proper doctor -- Dr. Martha Jones -- during her few decades back on Earth ---
-- living a normal life, settling down, having a child, watching him grow up . . . having to leave that all behind.
Though now with the Doctor, she accepted the fact that for as long as fate would allow – she’d be his companion. The Doctor’s companion.
But Martha was certain of one thing – she would make the most of it because the Doctor was worth the monsters. Every single one of them.
Martha did have one small consolation. At some point, she would die. The Doctor had been kind enough to let her keep that part of her humanity. And for that, she was grateful.
But as they traveled in time and space -- becoming legend as they went from one adventure to the next; Martha couldn’t help but entertain the notion of forever.
That is, until reality set in once again…
no subject
no subject
Thank you for reading. :)
no subject
This was really unexpected. I don't think I've read a fic before told from an angle such as this. It was really interesting and pulled me right in.
Loved it! :)
no subject
Anyway, thanks for reading. :)
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Thanks for reading. :) I appreciate it.
no subject
no subject
Thanks for reading and commenting. :)