The Doctor and Martha Jones ran hand in hand towards the protection of the Tardis. Both were smiling and laughing as they piled into the doorway and collapsed in a heap on the ramp.
The Doctor kicked the door shut and scrambled to the console to make their way back to the Vortex.
"Now, that was fun!" Martha breathed as she got up and looked at the cut on her arm, nothing serious.
The Doctor hit a couple of buttons and turned a dial, they felt a gently pull and they knew that they were floating along.
"Quite right, Martha Jones, I needed an adventure to say the least. But for safety sake let's make that planet down in the 'Adventure Extreme' file."
Martha shook her head, "Well, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to take a shower and clean this cut." She motioned to her arm.
"Not serious is it." The Doctor queried noticing the ribbon of dried blood on his companions forearm.
Martha shook her head, "Nah, just a cut, no stitches or anything. Well, I'm off." Martha turned and walked down the corridor to her room.
The Doctor sat down and put his feet on the console, 'what a day.' He mused.
The Tardis made a soft beeping sound.
The Doctor looked up, "Now don't bother me, girl."
The Tardis beeped again.
The Doctor sighed deeply, "I said not now." His temper slightly rising in his voice. He was amazed how he could love the Tardis and hate her sometimes.
The Tardis was not content by being shrugged off, she would be heard, she gave a loud groan, a flash of light and a shudder. It was small, but large enough to throw the Doctor off his sit, and mostly likely fling Martha around in the shower.
The Doctor picked himself up and rearranged his jacket, "Now what was that for, because I told you to wait?" He said aloud.
Silence answered him.
"Well, you have my undivided attention, please whatever you have to say, say it." The Doctor politely commanded.
The Tardis groaned softly, and the Doctor knew what she was going on about. The Doctor bowed his head, 'it couldn't wait? We were having such a wonderful day, granted it could have been better. I mean being chased with spears is not my idea of a romantic date but Martha seemed to like it…' He was rambling, he had to get back to the matter at hand. 'But, I was going to wait, tell her in my own way.' He paused and waited for her reply.
'of course I have to tell her, it is the best thing, the only thing to do.' The Doctor sat back down again and glanced down the corridor, Martha had not yet come out. The Tardis' little fit must not have upset her enough to investigate. Or she was unconscious, with panic in the front reaches of his mind he set out towards her room.
Their conversation would wait, he had time.
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