This was quite a surprise, I honestly didn't intend on adding to this one but..ehh, whatevs.

I should mention that this story is started as a Martha'leven, but this chapter includes a flashback of Martha'ten. Just to articulate what a longstanding situation this is.

I don't own these people... but I wish I did. Enjoy!


That night, as she held the Doctor in her arms, she dreamt of the night when their friendship shifted- how their twisted relationship came to be. Martha knew better than many that the first time with someone new wasn't always the best time. But for her, her first night with the Doctor was notable none the less. It was when their friendship changed forever.


She put on a brave face. To her closest friends and family, to colleagues and bosses and acquaintances alike. To everyone who could possibly have the luxury of seeing her come apart at the seams, she put on her big-girl pants and said the obligatory, supportive spouse mantra:

"Of course, I'm happy for him."

"Yeah, it's going to be hard, but I'm glad he's going. He's saving lives."

"They need him a lot more than I do."

But that wasn't true. Not by a long shot. In truth, he had started his second tour in Africa less than a year after their wedding without consulting her, and she was positively boiling with emotions she couldn't even name. She hadn't been married for a year yet and he was already abandoning her. They'd pledged their love before God, so why did she feel like she was the only one committed?

She didn't need pity or kind words that didn't mean anything. She didn't need empty allowances for her to feel her feelings: the 'its ok's' and the 'you're entitled's'. Martha Jones was a woman of science and she needed cold, hard facts from her closest friend.

She called him and he materialized before she even hung up the phone. Her choked sobs conveyed her urgency even through her words. "If you're not too busy", she'd said as he pressed her into his chest, stroking her hair. She still had her ear pressed to the receiver.

She'd vented and he listened silently until she was done. "You know you're being unreasonable." He told her after she'd calmed down. It was exactly what she needed: for someone to tell her that she was being batshit, out-of-control, bonkers.

"He is saving lives over there and they do need him more than you do."

The unabashed, non-judgmental facts from her intergalactic BFF. They'd long since gotten over unfounded jealousies and romances that never were- Time Lord insensitivities and human hyper-sensitivities- and just conceded to a closeness that neither one of them expected.

So as they sat on her couch eating chocolate biscuits and ice cream, she bared all and her explained how wrong she was.

"Doctor?" She stared up at the tall bespectacled alien with perfectly coiffed hair and maroon converse.

"Could you stay the night? I just need to lay next to someone tonight." Her first night away from her new husband- she wasn't sure that she was strong enough to endure it alone.

"Martha Jones, It would be my honor."

He took her hand and led her to her room. The Doctor stripped to his T-shirt and underwear, leaving a pool of blue cotton on the floor. He then undressed her to her knickers, removed his own T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

"There. All better." Said the now bare-chested Doctor as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. She climbed into bed and drowned herself in the blankets as he climbed in behind her, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. But neither one of them slept. He kept a watchful gaze at the top of her head and she tried as hard as she could not to cry.

Finally, she couldn't hold it in anymore. It wasn't an audible cry, but he could feel her shake and shudder with sobs. He could only hold her tighter, feeling helpless against her wall of grief.

He felt her pain physically manifest itself within him, as if another heart, her heart, was growing in-between his beating two. He kissed the top of her head and rocked her gently. He then did the only thing that felt right: he turned her toward him and kissed away her tears. He planted his lips over the entirety of her face before landing them on her quivering ones. He wasn't put-off or discouraged that she didn't kiss back. After all, he hardly knew what he was doing with her; he was leading with his heart which was something he rarely did.

He placed another kiss on her lips as she stared at him, wide-eyed. This one was longer… slower... Coaxing. He moved so that he hovered her, silently requesting permission to continue. She responded by leaning up and kissing him softly. She needed this- this one reprieve from her heart-wrenching misery.

He lowered himself over her and deepened the kiss, feeling her pour all of her emotions into his mouth. He accepted, taking her burden as his own. She was no longer crying.

He didn't devour her hungrily, even as his desire to mount her grew. He simply poured his emotions out of himself the same way she did- exactly what emotion, he couldn't say. He didn't remove the shirt or knickers, but his need pressed against her ever moistening center. Finally, her fingers found his waistband and pulled down, his aching organ springing free, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

He moved her knickers to the side and entered her slowly, treating their first time together as if it was their first time ever.

She was tight... Tighter than he'd expected of a recently married woman. The way she squeezed him from the inside out let him know he was bigger than Tom; the way her body responded to him- arching and undulating against him, moaning encouragements in his ear as he continued to tenderly make love to her- let him know that he was better.

But he shook the thoughts from his mind: that's not what he was there for. Her pleasure was paramount, not his one-sided pissing contest.

She seemed to inhale him with her whole body. The tears she shed were ones of joy instead of sorrow. They came together in waves of sweaty ecstasy.

The backlash he expected from their lovemaking in her conjugal bed never came. Within minutes, Martha's small hands were roaming over his body once more. He took her again and again that night and well into the morning. Even when he was spent and had no more give, he continued to pleasure Martha, made insatiable by her distress.

When she finally collapsed into his chest as the sun rose, he promised that he'd come back to her as long as she needed him. She called him back every night that week and twice the next. Slowly the pain of her temporary loss subsided and a new door to their friendship opened.


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xoxo, LPL