AN: Okay… So this came about after my roomies and I watched yet another episode in a Doctor Who marathon. We have almost (not yet, though) watched every episode that we, or my boyfriend, owns. It probably doesn't help that at the moment I am running a high temp from the flu/strep, another has the flu & bronchitis, and one has only the flu. Needless to say we are pretty much confined to our room. :) (And what's worse is almost the entire campus is like this, a so called epidemic)
So here I write trying to sweat out the fever, with the windows opened to the falling snow, listening to orchestra play at midnight. That gives birth… to this.
Oh ya… don't own this… all belongs to BBC….
Thoughts from Martha as she leaves England 1913.
She is a widow once
A widow twice
In love with a man
who could never be
Left with his dreams
that is his reality
And isn't that
the worst fate of all?
This is a fatet
hat we all must face
I hear of Rose
and she met Sara Jane
We all loved the 'man'
in one way, or another.
Some passionately,
intimately
Like a father,
a friend.
And in the end
he leaves us all.
Oh yes,
he is a doctor,
But Doctor Who?
Oh... how I wish I could say that this is a one shot... but I've got more...
hope you like it. If not... go ahead and flame me. You wont be the first.