AN: Hi! This is my first story. It started out as nothing, but we'll see how it goes. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, sadly.
Run
"Run!"
It was a word Martha Jones was used to hearing. She had heard him say it so many times, yet with each new issuing, she felt the same rush of adrenaline; the same sense of urgency. Every time he said that word, it was for a different reason, a different threat coming, and that was what kept those feelings fresh every time.
She swung her head around, hoping to catch a glimpse of exactly what they were running from. All she saw, however, was a skinny man in a long trench coat running in her direction. As he passed, he grabbed her hand, but never stopped running. He pulled her along with him, and together they flew faster than she ever thought was what she lived for; his feeling completed her. It was the one reason she traveled with the Doctor. She never wanted it to end.
AN: That's it! Just having some fun. Review, favorite, and I'll love you forever.
-M
