Martha sat alone in the kitchen sighing on the TARDIS. It was right after their last adventure on board the S.S. Centari fighting those Ice Pirates and her patience was wearing thin. Her friend Rose had been hurt and had developed a very nasty burn on her chest in the process. Never the less all of them had went into the TARDIS with a genuinely content attitude.
Martha had recommended they eat which brought her here. At first conversation was light and Martha got more than an explanation than she needed about how the Doctor and Rose figured out how to defeat their foes, but soon everything got awkward when Rose's injury was brought up.
Martha couldn't be certain, but it sounded as if it was the Doctor's fault. Although, hasn't he always claimed it was his fault? What really irked Martha was when Rose didn't really want to talk about it either. It wasn't that she resented the Doctor or was ashamed of herself because she really just didn't want to talk about it. She was the first to leave the table citing that she was in pain and had to lie down. The Doctor of course offered to tend to her, but it was obvious that solitude was what Rose had wanted.
A couple of interestingly awkward minutes followed between Martha and the Doctor before he muttered something about needing to repair the console and left her at the table alone.
Now, with absolutely no clue what had just transpired and no real idea what she should do Martha was truly lost. Neither of them represented any reason for her to stay in the TARDIS. That may have been the case a couple of months ago when she really struggled with her attraction to the Doctor, but now she was almost ready to leave. Unfortunately, she couldn't. She was still searching for something, anything really to happen in one of their next adventures that would tell her that it was time to go. The annoying part was that Martha had no idea what that anything would even be. It was like waiting on a blind date, but no arrangements were made to meet at a certain place and no pictures were exchanged. The very action or message that she needed may have just been sitting at the table next to hers all night long because that's just how life is sometimes. It makes sense why some people would say God has a sense of humor.
All Martha knew was that her time on the TARDIS was nearing its end and despite the recent squabble and uncomfortable awkwardness the three of them really were like a family. Rose was like a sister and the Doctor was, well she couldn't very well say a brother given the feelings she used to have for him. The Doctor was more like the handsome boy or more likely nerd next door. Yup, definitely a family.
Martha smiled having found some peace for the night and made her way out of the kitchen to her room. There were still adventures to be had and Martha was ready and willing to experience them, but they would have to wait until after she fell asleep and dreamed a little bit.