"Martha RUN!" The Doctor cried out, hoping Martha could hearhim.
The Doctor's voice was ringing in Martha's ears. Run. So she did. As hard and as fast as she could. She ran through the forest, avoiding large rocks, and tree stumps. Branches brushed against her face and body, giving her scratches and marks on her face and hands. The wind blew agaisn't her face, cooling her down as she ran on. She had no idea where she was running to. She just knew she had to run. She had to get away. From what, she wasn't entirely sure.
The Doctor spoke to her again, he seemed to be close, but Martha couldn't feel him. "Faster Martha, you have got to run faster!" She did what the Doctor told her, and ran faster, as fast as her body could go. Her heart was thumping in her chest, and it was beginning to become hard to breath. I can't go on, I have to stop.
"NO!" The Doctor cried out at her, hearing her thoughts. She ran on, sweat dripping down her face, the wind disapeared.
As Martha ran on, her sprint became a fast jog, she was getting more and more tired. A small drop of water hit her face. Then another. And another. Quickly dozens of drops of water were hitting Martha. Bloody brilliant, rain. Martha's jog became slower and slower, until it was a pathetic jog, practially a fast walk.
"You can't give up now Martha! They are coming. They're after you! Run!" The Doctor's warm voice didn't comfort Martha like it normally did. A surge of panic ran through her, scaring her. I can't Doctor, I'm too weak, it's cold, and I'm alone.
"Don't talk like that Martha. I have faith in you. I love you." The Doctor's words filled Martha with happiness and joy. It was all the encouragement she needed. She pressed on. Running faster than she had ever ran before. She could see a clear in the forest, and headed straight to it. She hoped and she prayed that the Doctor would be stood there, outside the Tardis, waiting to take her away from this nightmare. She came to the outskirts of the forest. But no-one was there. It was deserted. Completey deserted. Martha looked around. She was disappointed. Disappointed in the Doctor. He wasn't there. He wasn't waiting for her, and this disappointed her. Panting, she fell to the ground, she couldn't think clearly, she couldn't even breath properly.
She couldn't control herself, tears began to fall down her face. She didn't make any attempt to prevent them. Martha thought about the Doctor. A feeling of hurt rushed through her body, she was alone. More alone than she had ever felt before in her life. A part of her was missing, and the Doctor had it. Along was the feeling of abandonment and disappointment, she felt alone. As alone as she had felt when she left the Doctor. Her sobs grew louder and the tears ran faster. She had lost the Doctor.
Martha woke suddenly. Her eyes were wet with tears. Again. She had been having the same dream every night, for the past two weeks. A dream that made her realize what it would be like to loose the man she loved, to be completely and utterly alone. The Doctor had no idea about the dreams, she couldn't face telling him. She knew he would feel partly responsible for them, when they really weren't his fault.
Martha sat up in bed, and wiped her eyes. The space beside her was empty, the Doctor was probably working on the Tardis control, or trying to improve the power of the cooker in the kitchen.
Martha swung around, and got out of bed. She walked into the bathroom, and began to get ready for the day. When she finished in the bathroom, she started getting dressed, and then put on her make-up. When she was ready, she walked out of the bedroom, to look for the Doctor. As she got nearer the kitchen, the Tardis was filled with a soft tune. The Doctor was cheerfully whistling in the kitchen. Martha didn't recognise the tune.
"That's a new one." Martha said to the Doctor, as she entered the kitchen.
"Oh, it just sort of, came to my head." The Doctor looked up at Martha, giving her a warm smile. Martha returned the smile.
"Pretty much like everything else, just kind of comes to your head?" Martha asked the Doctor, giving him a cheeky glance.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"And apparently cooking just kind of came to your head?" Martha looked at what the Doctor was doing. He was actually cooking. Cooking a full english breakfast. Normally, for breakfast he would be starring at the toaster, waiting for his burnt toast to pop. But this time, he was stood at the cooker, tossing bacon and frying eggs.
"Yeah, I wanted to bring it to you this morning, but well your up now so..." The Doctor was still concentrating on his cooking. Martha smiled. The thought of the dream melted, just like it always did when she was with the Doctor. When the reality kicked in, that she was really with the Doctor, and not on the edge of some forest, on her knees, out of breath and crying. Martha knew in her head that she couldn't carry on, she needed to tell him. He could help, and she knew he could, but she wouldn't let him. Maybe it was because the Doctor saw Martha as someone that was strong, not easily broken, and this was a sign of weakness. Or maybe it was because a very, very small part of Martha was waiting for it to end, this beautiful, crazy and wild dream, she had to wake up sometime surely?
"There you go." The Doctor placed a plate of food down infront of Martha. Smiling, she sat at the breakfast bar, picked up her knife and fork, and began to eat. The Doctor had done a pretty good job, the bacon was crispy, but not burnt, exactly how Martha liked it. The eggs were runny, the sausage was slightly burnt, but Martha wasn't complaining. She continued to eat the breakfast, spooning beans into her mouth. When she had finished, she looked around for a drink.
"One thing you forgot." Martha smiled at the Doctor.
"Erm, mushrooms? I knew it, you like mushrooms don't you? Ah."
Martha laughed. "No, not mushrooms. A cup of tea."
"Ahh, I was going to say that next you know."
"Really?" Martha said as she boiled the kettle, and set down two mugs. She then walked over to the breakfast bar, picked up her plate, then the Doctor's, and walked over to the sink, to begin running the water. The kettle boiled, and she made the tea, and then began to wash the dishes.
After she had washed a few items, she felt the Doctor's arms wrap around her waist, and his soft voice whisper in her ear. "And what have you forgotten?" The Doctor asked, his breath warm on Martha's ear.
"I have no idea, what did I forget?" Martha asked as she set down the plate on the drainer. The Doctor spun her round so she was facing him.
"Hm, how about a good morning kiss?" The Doctor said to her, smiling slyly.
"Well, considering you did such a good job on the breakfast, how can I say no?"
"My point, exactly." The Doctor whispered as he entered the kiss pulling Martha agaisn't him. Martha's body sunk agaisn't his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands ran through his hair, leaving a trail of soap behind, but the Doctor didn't seem to mind. His arms hung loosely around her waist, slowly moving up her back. The kiss became more intense as Martha pressed her body agaisn't the Doctor, his grip on her tightened as she hung on to him. The kiss became more intense, and the Doctor had to pull away with the little self control he had left. He looked down at Martha, and smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, as he left for the Tardis control.
Martha stood there, as she watched the Doctor walk out of the kitchen, a gentle smile played on her lips. She rolled her eyes, and then carried on doing the dishes.
The Doctor strolled over to the Tardis control, thoughts of Martha running through his head. Somthing was wrong. She was hiding somthing. Behind those gorgeous eyes, behind her soft smile, was a secret. It was a secret the Doctor desperatly wanted to know, but he would wait for her to talk to him. He wasn't one for trying to 'get things' out of people. Only when absolutely necessary. He made a deal with himself, that if Martha hadn't told him in a week, then he would find out what was wrong.
When the Doctor arrived at the Tardis control, he moved around it slowly, taking in each detail, looking for any obvious problems. The Doctor was pretty much on top of Tardis maintenance these days. He pushed some buttons and all seemed well. He moved away from the Tardis control, to go look for Martha.
After looking in the libary, bedroom, kitchen and lounge, he finally found Martha in the study, glued to her laptop screen. He walked in, and carefully closed the door behind him. Martha still didn't look up. He walked closer. Surely she could hear his footsteps now?
Martha could feel the Doctor walk up behind her. She moved around in her chair, looking up to see the Doctor's hazel eyes starring straight at her. She melted as she held his stare. The Doctor bent down and gave her a warm kiss on her lips. He pulled away quickly.
"Hello you." The Doctor smiled down at her.
"Hello." Martha replied, as she slowly stood up. The Doctor was quite close to Martha, she hadn't realized, as she tilted her head to look up at him. Her heart poundered in her chest. They just stood there, looking intently at each other. Martha smiled up gently at the Doctor, he returned her smile with a sly grin. It was the kind of grin that made Martha melt inside. Completely melt. As if she was a young girl again, and someone she 'fancied' had looked at her. It was the kind of grin that made her feel warm inside. She looked up and down at the Doctor, taking in his blue suit, red tie and the red pair of converse on his feet.
It was the Doctor who made the first move, which surprised Martha. She thought it would be her to either move away, or start it. The Doctor moved his head down to Martha's neck, and began to gently kiss it. Martha melted as his lips touched her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck. The Doctor moved up to Martha's face, found her lips, and began to kiss Martha gently. Martha surrendered to the kiss, and began to kiss him back. She felt his hands move up her back, along her spine, until they were gently holding her face.
Martha was waiting for it. For the teasing to stop, and for the Doctor to walk out of the study and go off somewhere in the Tardis. But surprisingly it didn't. The Doctor continued to kiss her, every now and then stopping and moving to her neck, and then back to her lips. Inside Martha's head she was urging him to go on, to go further. The Doctor moved his hand's away from Martha's face, and ran them down to the base of her spine. She shuddered under his touch. It was clear to Martha he wasn't going to take this any further, he would of done it by now. It was time for Martha to tease the Doctor. She moved her hands up to his hair, and began to run her hands through it. She put more into the kiss, surprising the Doctor. It was then, that she broke away, moving out of the study, and heading for the kitchen.
The Doctor stood there, a little bit confused about what had just happened. He walked out of the study and followed Martha to the kitchen.
When he arrived, she was drinking a glass of water. He waited for her to finish drinking before he began to talk.
"Urm, what just happened?" The Doctor asked.
Martha looked at the Doctor, his hair was incredibly ruffled, and he looked sexier than ever.
"I went to get a drink, thats what happened." Martha replied.
"Oh, right. So well, urm." The Doctor stammered on the last few words, he knew Martha knew exactly what he was trying to say.
"I'm sorry what?" Martha asked as she set down the empty glass on the side.
"Well, I urm, I thought nice things were going to happen. Really." The Doctor looked down on the floor, like a schoolboy that had been caught doing somthing cheeky.
"That was a nice thing that happened."
"Yeah, but, well, you know."
"Oh, you mean? Ah yeah, well you see, that's how I feel, when you snog me senseless and then bugger off!"
"Oh, ah, well urm, I feel pretty crap if I'm honest. Sorry about that, won't happen again." The Doctor looked up at Martha, and was greeted with a loving smile. She meant what she said, but she didn't mean it in a horrible way. That was one of the good things about Martha, she could point somthing out that you had done wrong, and still sound perfectly nice about it.
"Yeah, that's how I felt, anyway, I'm not in the mood for it at the moment if I'm honest. I'd rather, I don't know, watch a film or somthing? Unless you have somthing that needs doing?"
"Nope, everything is sorted at the moment, I did a quick check before I came in to see you, well, actually I think I missed somthing out. Oh bugger. Hang on right, you get the film, and I'll just finish up the check."
"Okayyy." Martha walked out of the kitchen, but stopped to give the Doctor a quick kiss on the lips.
The Doctor walked quickly out of the kitchen, and walked over toward the Tardis control. He knew somthing was wrong, he could feel it. He looked over at the screen facing the captains chair. And in bright red writing was a message.
Doctor, we are in trouble, we need your help ASAP. We have been taken to some planet. People talking in different language. Please come. Serena and Mark.
The Doctor relooked at the message. It seemed pretty urgent.
"Martha." The Doctor called out. A few seconds later, Martha appeared next to him, reading the message.
"Any idea where they are?" Martha asked concerned.
"Nope, not a clue, I'm going to message them back, and try and get some details. But I don't know how much danger they are in. They might not be able to message me back."
"Can't the Tardis locate them?"
"Afraid not." The Doctor was typing on the keyboard. Martha read the message as he typed.
It's okay, we are on our way. Can you give us some details about the planet or where you are? It would help us find you.
"So, who are Serena and Mark?" Martha asked.
"I'm not sure, I think I met them once, whilst I was on Earth. Somthing like that."
"Oh right."
The Tardis made a bleeping sound, and Martha and the Doctor moved over to the screen.
We think we heard the people call it 'Dunkerwald'.
"Right then," Martha started, "looks like were going to "Dunkerwald" Martha smiled up to the Doctor.
"You don't mind?"
"Of course not!" Martha replied. The Doctor smiled back, as he typed in the co-ordiantes for Dunkerwald.