The Doctor and Martha

'It wasn't that bad,' the Doctor exclaimed, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

Martha Jones stared at him, her dark eyes wide. 'Not that bad? We nearly died!'

The Doctor shrugged, 'Yes, well, that nearly happens every time we travel somewhere. Although, this time the TARDIS was right on the mark.'

'On the mark?' Martha questioned, forgetting momentarily that she was angry at the Doctor. She could never stay mad at him for long. Travelling through time and space with someone, and having him save your life every time, was something that had made Martha feel very close to the Doctor. Unfortunately, he did not feel the same way. Martha had the sinking feeling that the Doctor was still thinking about his last companion, Rose. Martha asked about her, but the Doctor's face always grew solemn and he changed the subject.

'Yes, on the mark,' the Doctor said. 'Normally she's all over the place, although that can be expected with something older than me.'

'And you're old,' Martha said. The Doctor raised an eyebrow and Martha hesitated before saying, 'Well, not that old. But you gotta admit; you're all over the place sometimes.'

'I am not,' the Doctor began before rethinking. He walked around the TARDIS, staring at the controls, as if willing them to come up with an answer for him.

'Well, I guess I am a bit. But I always get us out of trouble.'

'We wouldn't need to get out of trouble if you didn't always get us into it,' Martha said.

'Hey, come on, that's not fair,' said the Doctor. He paused before grinning widely. 'It's not always my fault.'

Martha smiled. It was easy to forget sometimes that the Doctor wasn't just a skinny computer geek. He was an alien, a powerful Time Lord and the last of his kind. This made him seem even older and wiser to Martha, although sometimes it was hard to tell. Especially when he sent them flying onto a planet where the local delicacy was human.

'They nearly ate us!' Martha said, remembering why she had been yelling at the Doctor.

'Nearly being the key word there, Martha,' the Doctor said with his cheeky grin. 'They didn't get very close.'

'They had the pots boiling.'

'Yes, well,' the Doctor trailed off. The TARDIS was silent for a few seconds before the Doctor jumped up, clapping his hands together.

'Well you can choose the next place, Martha Jones, where do you want to go?'

All anger vanished as Martha walked up to the Doctor, staring at the dials and hoses that ran out from the heart of the TARDIS. She had no idea how the Doctor worked it, and she had a feeling that neither did he.

'Somewhere sunny and warm, like the Mediterranean,' Martha said, looking up into the Doctor's face.

The Doctor cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. 'You do remember what happened the last time we were there?'

Flashes of ash and dust entered Martha's mind as she remembered the eruption of the local volcanos. 'That was your fault.'

'Me? How was it my fault?' the Doctor asked.

'You shouldn't have taken us there.'

'We saved people's lives,' the Doctor said as he began to fiddle with the dials of the TARDIS. He looked up at Martha and grinned, a look Martha new all too well. 'Hold onto something.'

Martha barely had time to grab one of the TARDIS railings before the blue police box began to shudder as she and the Doctor were whirled into time and space. They could end up anywhere, but Martha was glad to be travelling with the Doctor. But when the time came to leave, would she be able to?