AN: short simple…I cant sleep.
He was writhing and crying out in pain as the strange device on his head pulsed with energy. Martha had been given the strict instructions 'not to touch the device at anytime…at all'.
It took all her will power and strength to stay away. His deep brown eyes suddenly flung open in a final cry…then he stopped. His prone body slumped into the chair and the device slowly slipped from his head and retreated back upwards into the higher reaches of the TARDIS.
Martha stood there for a while…silently sobbing as she watched the Doctor lie in the chair…quiet, deathly quiet. So unlike his usual hyper self.
She heaved his body from the captain's chair and dragged him out of the TARDIS and laid him by the side of a wall while she locked the TARDIS doors and stepped out into the road. He had arranged the landing so that a farmer would pass by.
Martha flagged the disgruntled man to help the Doctor, all the while he was grumbling racial obscenities at Martha. She arranged to be John Smith's maid, held her composure while he led a normal life for three whole weeks.
All the while, she wished that the Doctor would come back. To tell her that is was all right. That she had done well and the nightmare would be over. But there she stood before him, in the brutal grip of a scarecrow with an alien device aimed at her head.
She knew he would pick 'her' over herself. That look in his eyes.
She had hit him…and she would pay for it when the device would fire and go straight through her head.
She didn't want it to end like this…he promised.
'Don't let me abandon you'.
She was going to die…that was the simple fact…and for the first time since she had met him…the Doctor wouldn't be able to help.