Cold and Alone
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A/N: Spoilers for Ep. 308 Human Nature.
It was nightfall, the year was 1913 and Martha Jones, a woman out of time sat in her quarters staring out at the full moon. Three months, that was all it was supposed to be; then she could open the watch and awaken him from his long sleep.
He was so different now. The way he spoke the way he acted, there was no trace of the man he used to be. He was exactly what he needed to be…and it was almost too much. He still remembered bits and pieces, but he blew them off as dreams and nothing more. Sure he found them fascinating, but not reality. No, was no longer fascinated by the simplest thing, the far away look that had been in his eyes had dwindled down to almost nothing, and his worst nightmares had been turned into cartoons and fiction…well most had been anyway. Even he didn't know his own danger anymore.
"It's all up to you Martha."
She sighed. Yes it was up to her, but she didn't know how to respond to every situation. She wasn't him…heck he wasn't him anymore. He was John Smith a professor at a boys' military school. He was Human.
Martha shivered and closed the small window she had been sitting by. She moved over and sat on her small bed. The room was still cold and lit only by the moonlight and a small candle sitting on the table by the bed. A thoughtful look went across her face before she bent down and pulled out a small book from under the bed. It was his. The Journal of Impossible Things it was called. He had given it to the Matron…Joan.
Martha's breath stilled and her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day. She had walked into his study, again without knocking, to find him with…her. He'd fallen…oh God he'd fallen. Memory of her own words in the TARDIS came back to her mind. "Had to go fall in love with a human…an it wasn't me."
A single tear rolled down her cheek. The pain she felt in her heart stung like the blade of a knife to her single, human heart. At least when he was himself, he was somewhat more discrete. Martha flipped through his book and came to the picture that she knew was of his friend, only she knew that this girl had been more than just a friend. Rose. She briefly wondered what this woman would have done in her situation before thinking back on when she had wandered in on 'John Smith' and Joan.
"What am I supposed to do?" Martha whispered. "How am I supposed to make you understand?"
Frustrated, Martha slammed the book down. Oh Doctor…
The last thoughts that passed through her head before she drifted off into a restless, cold sleep were his word to her in his message. "You…Don't let me abandon you."
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