Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Any situations or scenarios presented in this story that resemble another story are completely coincidental.

Author Note: I recently got into the Doctor Who Series and started to write this short story. I have not been following Classic Doctor Who episodes, so I do not know the entire history of The Doctor. If there are any discrepancies, please forgive me. I wrote this story because I can relate to Martha's unrequited love for the Doctor. How many times have we loved someone who did not love us in return?

Pairings: 10th Doctor and Martha


Single Point in Time


The TARDIS ripped through the time vortex without any destination. He was running away. Not from aliens. Not from the Daleks. But from the anguish within his hearts. The shot rang through his head, reminding him of that awful moment. He screwed his face in pain, pushing buttons, pulling levers frantically, trying desperately to forget.

It was easy not to care after Rose. It was better not to love. Being alone was something he should have gotten used to. And then she came into his life. There was a resistance on his part at first, but he was drawn to her intelligence and fearlessness. Although she was his companion, he convinced himself that he did not love her. Even after she had saved his live, it was best not to love her. Afterall, she was just a companion.

He was jolted back to reality as the TARDIS began to rattle and lurch. It seemed to be in as much pain as he was. He powered down his vessel and slumped in a heap on the grate. The shot began to ring louder and he could no longer take it.

The bullet pierced her body effortlessly, but she had enough fight in her to make it back into the TARDIS. She heard the familiar groan and whine of the machine and knew that he was safe.

"We made it." Martha said, barely audible.

"Of course." The Doctor began. "Always in the nick of…" And then he noticed it. The blood seeping through her blouse. In an instant, she was hunched over on the grate.

He turned her over and felt all of his lives run out. He knew the inevitable was about to happen.

"Couldn't let them shoot you…" She said, barely a whisper.

"What!? Why? You know that I can regenerate." He said, as he held her tighter. "Why?"

"Wasn't using my head, I guess…" She said, her smile fading.

"Martha, I…" He struggled with what to say.

"Don't say it if you don't mean it, Doctor." She said, her eyes half closed.

"I love you Martha Jones." He said with renewed strength, as he kissed her gently on the lips. Their tears mingled and then she was gone.

He gripped her tightly, weeping into her as he felt the life leave her body.

The End


Author's Note: I wrote this really quick. I didn't edit or do any planning. I just took an idea and ran with it. I have NO plans to continue with the story. I am leaving any background informations a mystery for the reader.