Martha starred. She just starred. Straight at it. The object in her hands. One little blue line, clearly shown. As clearly shown as the other five little blue lines she had seen before. This was her sixth test. Just to be completely sure, that she wasn't imagining what she saw. That it was for real.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. Martha thought in her head. She dropped the test into the bin, and walked out of the bathroom, and sat on the bed. What the hell do I do now? Suddenly the Doctor came bursting into the room.
"Helloooo my lovely. What you doing?" He asked, sitting down next to Martha.
"Erm, just, erm, thinking."
"What about?" The Doctor asked.
"Nothing in particular."
"Oh right, I need to use the bathroom." The Doctor began to stand up.
"NO!" Martha screamed at him. "I mean, I was here first darling." She smiled, and quickly walked into the bathroom.
Locking the door behind her, she moved so that she was stood with her back against the door. Martha looked at the pregnancy tests in the bin. She needed to get rid of them. Quickly. Pacing the bathroom, she tried to come up with a way, of getting the tests out of the bin, without the Doctor noticing them. She picked up a towel from the floor. That shouldn't be there, she thought. And then, it came to her.
Towel in hand, she moved over to the toilet, and flushed it. She then went to the waste bin, sat down, and laid the towel out on the floor. Martha then started to move the pregnancy tests out of the bin, and onto the towel. She messily wrapped them up in the towel, and then went to get more washing out of the wash basket. Collecting a few towels, she pushed the together, checked to see that no tests were on show, and quickly walked out of the bathroom. The Doctor was waiting for her.
"Alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, fine. Just going to do some washing."
"Oh, could you do a couple of shirts please?" The Doctor asked her, he then went to collect some from the wash box.
"Erm, next wash yeah, but this is a towel only." Stopping the Doctor from saying anything else, she rushed out of the bedroom. Now all she had to do was get rid of the tests.
She walked quickly into the kitchen, and got out a plastic carrier bag from the cupboard. She then shook the towels so the pregnancy tests flew out. Falling to the floor, Martha shoved all the tests into the bag. She then put the washing in the washing machine, turned it on, and yelled out to the Doctor.
"I'M JUST GOING OUTSIDE FOR A SECOND!" Martha was half way out of the Tardis door when he replied.
"WHAT?" The Doctor yelled back.
Martha didn't have time to chat, she walked out of the Tardis, and looked around for a nearby bin. There was none in sight. She walked a little bit further, passing kids walking to school. Children's excited voices filled the air, as they told their parents about their friends, and about the school day ahead. Martha's heart sank. She would have to decide, if she wanted that. A child. Someone to bring up. But in all this madness? With the Doctor? What would he say? These were the questions running through Martha's mind, ever since the first test said positive. The questions were still unanswered.
As Martha walked on, in the distance, she could see a bin. She continued to walk towards it. When she arrived, she threw the bag in the bin, and began to walk back to the Tardis.
The Doctor walked out of the bedroom, looking around, he couldn't see or hear Martha. She said something about going out, but he didn't quite catch it.
Walking over to the kitchen, he boiled the kettle, and made himself a cup of tea. As he finished pouring his own drink, he made a cup of tea for Martha.
Martha walked into the Tardis, and headed towards the kitchen. A cup of tea greeted her. She smiled at the Doctor.
"So, were did you go?" He asked. "You seemed in a bit of a rush?"
"Did I? I just went out for a walk, I felt a bit cooped up, and just wanted to get out for a bit."
The Doctor saw right through Martha's lie. She was not a good liar. But, all in time, she would tell him what was going on, and if it wasn't soon, then he was going to ask her. He let it pass.
"Oh right, fair enough."
Martha smiled. "I'm going for a lie-down." She walked out of the kitchen, and into the bedroom. She laid down for a few moments, and began to think about the decision she had to make. She was pregnant. She could keep it, or otherwise. Either way, the Doctor would have to know. It was his child. She was sure of that.
Subconsciously, her hand was on her stomach. She looked down. How could she get rid of it? When she had already formed an attachment to the baby. It was apart of her now. How could she get rid of something that was a part of her? It was then, that she knew her decision. She was going to have this baby.
Martha got off the bed, and walked to the kitchen, tea in hand. She could hear the Doctor doing something in the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen, he was stood, innocently eating a bowl of cereal. Martha looked beside him, and saw a box of coco pops.
The Doctor looked up.
"What?" He asked, innocently.
"Coco-pops? You are such a child!" Martha smiled at the word child.
"Wellll, you know what I'm like. I'm just a big kid."
"That you are." Martha replied. "Right, I think I'm going to have a bath. I'll be an hour or so."
"Okay." The Doctor replied. Martha walked out of the kitchen. He heard the bathroom door close behind her.
The Doctor finished his cereal, careful to drink all the milk from the bowl, without getting any on his tie. He placed the bowl on the side, put the cereal in the cupboard, and walked over to the dishwasher. As he put the bowl in the dishwasher, something small and white caught his eye.