Summary: The Doctor's back, and he's helping Martha through a tough time. The cause of it? Him. And will he learn something along the way? (10th and 11th Doctor. David Tennant-Matt Smith)

A/N Yay, My second Doctor Who fanfic. Martha's just left, but she doesn't tell him that she loved him like she did in that episode. She had just said goodbye. Funny thing, starting this when I haven't even finished chapter three of my other one. But don't worry; this one's going up after I published the whole other story. XD Hang on, which you would already know, because you won't be reading this till then, now for you. Wow, now I know exactly what wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey means.

Martha Jones watched as the Doctor stole away in his Tardis from the living room window. She turned and pressed her back against the cold hard window that she could still feel under her many layers. I let him go, she thought. I let him go and I loved him. Martha's mother saw her and was about to question her when she saw the tears going down her daughters face. It was then she realised how much the Doctor really meant to her. She walked over to Martha and pulled her into one of her very rare Mother hugs. Her daughter needed her, but, more importantly, she needed the Doctor.

"I'll get him back for you somehow. I promise." She whispered, making sure Martha didn't hear her.

Martha looked up and gave her mother a small kiss on the cheek and she ran to her room. She locked the door. She needed comfort, but none of them outside could bring it to her. One man could, and he was totally oblivious.

Martha went down on her bed and silently wept. Wept for the man she loved. Wept for the fact he didn't know about her love, wept that she let him go, wept that he let her let him go. Wept that all the she was doing was just crying, crying over nothing. Martha did this every day. She never came out unless she wanted food, she needed the toilet, or she went to have a shower. Other than that, she tried her very best on not existing.

The Doctor sighed. She didn't want him. She had told him to leave. She may have said it nicely, but he knew when someone didn't want him around. He ruined her life. He didn't blame her, she had reason. The Doctor walked around the Tardis before sitting down on one of the seats. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes with his fists. It had been about a month since he last saw her. He had gone back to his home planet, Gallifrey. He had walked through the fields of red grass, and he had collapsed. He broke into sobs, which turned into screams of anguish. "Why?" He had cried. "Why do I always lose everything?" He ran back to the Tardis, and that's where he was right at this moment, in his beloved Tardis, on Gallifrey. It was at that very moment he heard ringing.

The Doctor jumped up with fright. He was confused, and it took him a moment to realise it was Martha's phone, the one she had thrown to him as she left the TARDIS. He looked around on the phone, but he didn't know how to answer it. He looked at the screen and saw the words 'Home, Calling'. Looking at the keypad one more time he noticed a green button somewhat in the shape of a phone. He was unsure, but he pressed it and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" He said, though it was more of a question. He still wasn't sure if it had been the right button.

"Where are you? You left my daughter, and we haven't seen her for ages. She's been locked up in the bloody bedroom of hers and she won't come out. I've tried everything. The smell of bacon through the door, yelling at her, bribing her, asking her nicely, but she hasn't uttered a single word since she came back! You and that bloody blue box better get here ten seconds after I hang up, or I'll find you. I'll find you somehow, and I'll make you beg for mercy. Got it?" Came the angry, threatening voice of Martha's mother.

"Mrs Jones? How did you know I had Martha's phone?" He asked carefully. He was afraid of this woman.

"I didn't Doctor. I just guessed. I searched Martha's room when she went to have a shower and I couldn't find her phone, so I called it and ended up with you. I'm about to hang up Doctor, so don't test my patience."

"Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. I need directions. Time and date please, oh, and location. You may have moved, for all I know."

"Exactly that Doctor. You know nothing anymore. We're still living in the same place. Exactly a month after you left. 3:45 pm. Now Doctor!" All the Doctor heard after that was beeping noises. After asking if she was still there, the doctor assumed she had hung up. He shoved the phone into one of his many pockets in his trench coat and put in the proper coordinates, making sure he was a minute earlier than what Mrs Jones had said.

He was thrown around the huge room squashed inside his space and time ship, got up, and then proceeded to fly the thing. Well, at least he was trying. He landed in front of Mrs Jones house, where Martha was currently enclosed. He looked in the front window, watching Mrs Jones. He saw her talking to him. He knew she was angry when he was talking to her, but watching this now, he saw that she had been furious.

The Doctor waited till Mrs Jones had hung up before he rang the doorbell. He was scared. He was going to see Martha again. To find out why she was sad. It couldn't be for him, could it? He shook the thoughts away. She had pushed him away. She didn't want him like that.

The front door was wrenched open and there stood Mrs Jones, lips pursed, eyes narrowed.

"Get in." She growled, and grabbed the Doctor by his tie, throwing him through the door. "Her bedroom's that way. Go. Now!"

The Doctor stumbled up, tripping over the rug on the floor in the process. He walked in the direction Mrs Joneses finger was pointing. He walked into the lounge room and out of site. The Doctor looked at the door. More than a few times he put his hand to the door, and took it back just as quickly. He was scared. He didn't know what to expect. Swallowing down his fear, he pushed open the door after sonicking the lock. The Doctor walked in, looking around the room as he did so.

The walls were a light violet, the rims a pale blue. There was a reading chair and a bookcase to one side and a desk scattered with books, paperwork, pens and a laptop. But those he didn't care for. Right in the middle of the room, lying down on the double bed, was Martha Jones.

Strong Martha Jones. Sweet Martha Jones. Beautiful Martha Jones. Brave Martha Jones. The same Martha Jones that had travelled with him for a while. The same Martha Jones who should not even be acting like this right now, was lying on the double bed. She was asleep, and the Doctor almost didn't want to wake her, to ruin it all. He walked over to face her and crouched down, putting his face in front of hers. She was so beautiful. He could see her eyes moving around, telling him that she was dreaming. Of what, he didn't know.

The Doctor carefully put his hand on the doona that covered her shoulder and shook her slowly, getting faster every time. Martha groaned, rolled over, and settled back down. The doctor stood up and resumed his shaking. Martha just groaned again and rolled over, this time accidently whacking the Doctor up the chin as she did so. The doctor fell back. Not from the force, but because he wasn't expecting that. The Doctor sighed and shook his head. He walked back over to Martha's sleeping figure and shook her even harder.

Martha got up and looked around. She looked at the Doctor and smiled.

"Hello Doctor. How are you?" She asked, still half asleep, before falling onto the bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she jolted back up again. "Doctor?" She asked. "Are you really here? I'm not just dreaming? Again?" She held up a hand and poked him hard in the chest.

The Doctor ignored the pain and smiled at the dark skinned woman he loved.

"No, it's me Martha. The Doctor. I'm here to help." The Doctor rubbed her back and kissed her forehead before sitting down next to her and pulling her into a hug. "What's the matter?"

"After you left, i just couldn't believe I did that. I was so rude, and I never even told you why. I didn't want to leave you, and regretted it as soon as i did. I missed you straight away, and i didn't even get to tell you I loved you. I had the chance. I could have ran back and kissed you. I was going to, but I got scared. You don't even feel that way about me. You don't even see me. All you think about is that bloody Rose. As soon as you left, I wanted to ran back to you and apologise, but I knew I couldn't, and that ruined me. I love you Doctor, and I ne-" Martha stopped, seeming to realise what she was confessing. She looked up at the Doctor with tears running down her cheeks and a worried look on her beautiful face. The Doctor just smiled and pulled in for a kiss. Martha gasped, realising what he was doing and was shocked.

It took her a moment to respond but then she opened her mouth slightly to let the Doctor tongue in, which had been rubbing her bottom lip, begging entrance. They were kissing and the Doctor loved it. He loved her. She loved him. What more did he need? Martha pulled away and the Doctor sagged, disappointed. Martha looked at him, her dark brown eyes searching his light brown ones. The Doctor smiled at her and she smiled back before capturing his mouth for another kiss. The Doctor paid more attention this time. Her mouth tasted sweet, like lemon honey sugar tea. Her mouth was warm, and it comforted him, made him feel safe.

Martha wrapped her arms around his neck, twisting the hair at the nape of his neck, but not hard enough to cause pain. He responded by putting his left hand to her waist and his right hand to her neck, using his thumb to massage the start of her cheek, the bit right in front of her ear. The Doctor pulled away. He loved kissing her, but he needed air if he wanted to keep at it. Martha smiled and moved her hands to the middle of his back, putting her head on his chest, listening to his hearts beating. The Doctor pulled her up, placing his love on his lap, pulling her into a big, loving hug. They sat like that for a while before they resumed kissing, this time a lot more slower. This lasted a while. They were quite content sitting there, kissing each other. That is, until the door was banged open, by none other than Mrs Jones, who had another stern look on her slightly wrinkled face.

A/N Okay. I loved it. What do you guys think? Man, I am so tired. Better get to sleep. Night night.

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