The Doctor sighed as he helped a loopy Martha into the TARDIS. He really should have warned her against drinking the water. Especially when served in pretty, glowing glasses.

"Let's get you into a bed, shall we? You're going to be feeling a tad green around the gills soon."

Green around the gills! Ha! He had always wondered about that little vernacular oddity. Gills and humans? Well yes. There had been that one time when...

She stopped, causing him to come to a sudden halt too. He looked down at her and saw her face close to his, her dark eyes peering at him in that unsettling way that she had.

"Martha?"

She swayed closer and them smiled luminously. He couldn't help but return the smile. Humans. So adorable in all their glorious vulnerabilities. Made him just want to gather them up and hide them away in his coat pocket, protecting their fragile existence from...

He never saw the right hook coming. Only one thought went through his mind before he blacked out.

"Her mom taught her well."

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