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A/N: This is set after Martha's been with the Doctor about a year. I think this is original, I haven't read any other fics that are like this, but if I'm wrong, feel free to tell me. R&R
Chapter One"Right, Miss Jones. Where to?" The Doctor randomly adjusted some levers on the console, and smiled broadly at his companion. "What about.." He ruffled his hair in thought. "I know! What about the first Olympics? Have to disguise you a bit, mind. No women in those days. Or, what about we go and see my old friend the Pope! Not the modern Pope, though. He knew how to party! Once, I think it was about..ooh, 1750 something, he had a party that started at 6, and carried on until-"
"Doctor." Martha interrupted. "I've been thinking…" The Doctor looked at her, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. "I never.." She stopped, looking down at her shoes. "Actually, don't worry. Shall we go see the Pope then?" She wandered over to the seats, and sat down heavily.
"No, Martha. What was it you were going to say?" He went over to join her. She turned away from him slightly. "Martha. Whats wrong?"
"Nothings wrong. Nothing." She turned back towards him, and gave him a smile. "I'm fine." But the tears in her eyes betrayed her.
"You're not fine, Martha. Tell me" He took her hands from her lap and held them tightly. "Whats wrong?" He stared into her eyes, and she felt herself weaken.
"Today." She looked at her watch, which had the date as well as the time. "It's the anniversary of..of the battle." She looked down at the floor, and the Doctor shut his eyes, forcing back any emotion.
Martha recomposed herself, and spoke again. "And the thing is…" She stopped, trying to find the right words. "I never got to say goodbye. To Addy, I mean. I missed this family party thing a couple of days before. Everyone else saw her, and they were all comforted that they got to talk to her and everything. And there was me, the only one who never got to say goodbye. I was working. I didn't even need to, but I took on the extra shift." She stopped, her breathing slow and ragged. She wouldn't cry in front of the Doctor. She wouldn't.
"And you want to say goodbye?" His voice was cold and emotionless.
"I just want to see her. I want to know..I want to know how she died. No one ever told us. They never even found her body."
"Martha. I can't. I told you. Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. And even if it was ok, d'you really want to see your cousin die? Are you honestly telling me you wouldn't try and stop her dying?"
"But Doctor, we cross into established events all the time. The Shakespeare thing must of happened. We just stumbled in! Couldn't we just do the same?"
"Martha, I've done something like this before, with Rose." At the mention of her name, Martha rolled her eyes, but the Doctor didn't notice this. "She tried to stop her father dying. There were monsters, Reapers. They nearly destroyed the future. I can't do that again."
"Doctor, I wont do anything. I just want to say goodbye, to tell her I love her. And see how she died. If she died."
"Martha." He looked at her cautiously. "I can't."
"Please." The Doctor got up, and adjusted the levers.
"Don't touch anything. We're leaving as soon as you say goodbye. And Martha" he added, "I'm not letting you see her die. Thats thr worst type of torture." She nodded at him sadly, and let her lips break into a smile.
She ran up to him, and threw her arms around his shoulders. She whispered in his ear "Thank you Doctor" and let the tears trace their way down her face.
TBC
Tell me what you think, I'm not that sure?
