"I'm sorry to say I'm running away now, don't worry you will be alright." – Cinderella, Britney Spears
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Martha stood outside of the TARDIS and let out a breath of air, and with it went all her stress.
She loved the Doctor and it would take time to get used to his absence in her life. She had wanted to stay with him, really she had, but as she said she had her whole life to plan. So she ran.
She was so tired of the emotional turmoil she was constantly going through because of him. Sometimes he would look at her and for the briefest second he would look disappointed, like he had expected someone else.
Like he had expected Rose. She felt anger curl up in her stomach just at the thought of the unknown blonde.
What the Doctor didn't know was that she saw what was once Rose's room. She had been bored and opened the first door she saw, and it just so happened to be Roses. It was messy and looked as if it was just waiting for it's inhabitant to return, to slide between its satin sheets and sleep away all their worries. The thing she noticed the most, though, was the very faint stains that littered the middle of the bed, stains she recognized but refused to acknowledge.
She knew that they had been close, but that just proved exactly how close.
The next thing that caught her attention was how one of her shirts was laying on her bed, wrinkled as if someone had been clutching it tightly. Next to it was a picture of the Doctor and Rose, arms wrapped around each other and though they looked to be just friends she would see the way the fabric of Rose's shirt crinkled, indicating he had a very tight grip on her. Much tighter then what friends would call normal.
She had left the room with anger clouding her judgment and stomped off to her room, a room she knew to have been used by several other companions if the clothes were any indication. She didn't even get her own room like Rose.
She quickly calmed herself and shook her arms and getting rid of her anger and scorn.
"He'll be alright," she whispered confidently as she hurried into the house, a smile in place to greet her family that, in the end, were more important to her then any stupid alien time traveler.
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another drabble (that's two in one day, yikes). Quite a challenge since I really dislike Martha. But I think I did well. Please review and tell me what you think.