This is my new Doctor Who fanfic, while my last one is on hiatus.. Not much to say without giving the story away. Read and review please!
Confessions Of Broken Hearts
Chapter One
Martha turned and watched as the TARDIS disappeared. She sighed deeply and headed back into her mother's house. Francine handed her a hot cup of coffee, and sat on the chair opposite her. ''Are you okay?'' Francine asked, feeling just as weak and frail as Martha now looked.
''Yeah...I'm fine.'' Martha told her, taking a large sip from her cup. ''I'm going to need a new phone though.'' She added, explaining how she gave hers to the Doctor. After she'd finished, she headed up to the spare room, collapsing onto the bed. Even though the Doctor had managed to reverse a whole year, her flat had still been blown to pieces by the Master. Martha's head hit the pillow softly, and she was soon fast asleep.
11 months had passed since she had seen him. She'd phoned him a week after, but he never answered. It worried her, that he never answered, but she thought nothing of it. She resumed her daily schedule; work, study, eat, sleep. Now and again, she'd go for a drink with her workmates, she even managed to find the time to date again, although she had an unhealthy habit of comparing the men with the Doctor. Not something she was proud of, but not something she could stop either. A few months passed, she would phone him everyday, but again, no answer. A sense of dread washed over her, like being swept away by a tidal wave. She'd phoned Jack, visited him too at some point, but even he had heard nothing of the Doctor. Martha's work slipped slightly, as did the dating seen. She hadn't spoken to her mother in weeks, too busy trying to locate the Doctor's whereabouts, although living on Earth didn't exactly give you much variety of finding someone.
11 months. Christmas Eve. Almost a whole year since the Doctor had spoken to her. In that time Martha had managed to redecorate her flat and only just managed to pass her exams. Not exactly a lifetime's acheivement. Martha left her small flat and headed over to her mother's house, bearing gifts for christmas that she'd only just remembered to buy. Martha didn't stay long at her mother's house. Francine would moan about 'that Doctor man' and how 'he's no good for you'. Along those lines, anyway. Martha had mastered the skill of ignoring her mothers whining, or making up some excuse to leave. This time her excuse was that she'd left the oven on. A small white-lie.
Walking down the road, the snow fell heavily, a blanket of whiteness covering her path. A familiar sound echoed around her. A small light shone on and off, in rhythm with the noise. A blue box appeared before her, petite and wooden, bearing the words 'police box' above the door frame. Martha stood, frozen to the spot. The doors opened and out stepped a short, plumpish woman, chestnut coloured hair, her skin covered in freckles. She was laughing with a tall man, wearing orange flowered shorts and a palm tree covered shirt, a straw hat lay upon his head.
''Doctor...''
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So, while Martha has been worried sick because the Doctor wouldn't answer his phone, he's been off enjoying himself with the runaway bride, Donna. I think someone's got some explaining to do, don't you?...