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Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
He was in her room again. Not doing anything, just sitting and moping. This was becoming a more regular occurrence, Martha noticed. She didn't see what was so special about this Rose person. Sure, she had traveled with the Doctor, but so had a lot of people and Martha didn't see him going into their rooms and moping. But the worst part was he never talked about it. Just kept it bottled up. Sure, he put on a happy face and would start talking at ninety miles an hour about the most random things, but you could see the pain in his eyes. That, in Martha's professional opinion, was not healthy.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Sometimes he would take her to this amazing place that was so beautiful it made her cry. He'd thought she would like it. Out of all the people in the universe he had brought her there. For once, she didn't get a second hand planet. Then he would look at her face and say "That was Rose's reaction too." then go on about the adventure he and Rose had here and Martha's little day-dream of being the only one he took here would shatter. So she would pretend it was her he was talking about and he was reminding her of their adventure here. But in the end, she was not Rose Tyler, she was Martha Jones. And nothing would change that.
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Martha would sometimes say something or do something and he would look at her and she knew it was not her he was seeing. It was Rose. She wondered what the Doctor would have been like if she had met him before Rose. What their relationship would have been like. She liked to pretend it would have been different. That maybe, just maybe, he might care about her like he did Rose. The he would stick his head in her room and say something along the lines of "Come on Martha! We've just landed on (insert planet name here). Lets look around!" and she would have to leave the day-dream behind.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl
Martha finally found a picture of Rose. She had to admit, Rose was very pretty. Bleach blonde hair, nice smile, very fit (probably from all the running you do when you travel with the Doctor). And the Doctor looked so happy in the picture. She'd thought she'd seen him happy before, but this… and the way he was looking at her… Martha wished he would look at her like that. Just once would be enough. Even the T.A.R.D.I.S., right behind them, looked different. Martha couldn't quite put her finger on it. She would say more vibrant but that wasn't it. Whatever it was, everyone in the picture looked so alive and happy. Martha knew then, that she could never compare to Rose.
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl.