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A/N: I have decided I LOVE (in a non gay way..) Martha, and there aren't as many fics (nice ones at least) about her as there should be, so enjoy chapter two of about 5.
Just something random, if I ever mention the Doctor's suit in any of my stories, it WILL be brown. I like the blue suit, but brown is just…faints
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The TARDIS landed in front of Canary Wharf, the rough blue of the box contrasting harshly with the flawless, glittering sliver building. People bustled past hurriedly, and didn't notice the peculiar new arrival. From the box stepped two people: a tall man in a brown suit and long coat, and a dark skinned girl in a red leather jacket and jeans. Both looked nervous, and somewhat frightened. The girl clung onto the mans hand, and he squeezed it reassuringly.
"Martha." He looked into her eyes, as if desperately trying to change her mind. "Are you sure you want to do this? Can you honestly tell me you won't warn her? Won't try and prevent her ever dying?" Martha took a deep breath, and began walking towards the entrance.
"Martha." He caught up with her, and stood in front of her. He gripped her arms tightly. Martha was alarmed at the strength of the grip, and became nervous. Her eyes pleaded with him to loosen his hold, but it became stronger.
"Has it never occurred to you that maybe I wanted to say goodbye? To all the people I lost. But I couldn't. Because I knew I couldn't trust myself." There was a slight crack in his voice, but he swallowed and carried on. "Can you promise me" he retained eye contact with her, "can you promise me you wont try and stop fate?"
"No, Doctor. I can't promise you that. As long as you stay with me, I'll be fine. Just promise me you'll stop me, Doctor." He nodded, and let go.
"Come on then." He said sadly, pointing his head towards the door.
Martha stopped suddenly, and the Doctor looked at her like she was mad. "What? You don't want to go now?"
"Doctor, you said.. you said you were here. At the battle. On the moon, that's what you said. So, won't you see yourself?"
"Not if I'm careful." He replied sadly, and strolled into the building, Martha running behind him.
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"Here she is! Rose Tyler. She's not the best I've ever had." He said, looking down at Jackie distastefully, enjoying this glorious moment of revenge. Serves her right for slapping him! And kissing him. He wasn't sure which was worse. "And just last week she looked into the heart of the time vortex and aged 57 years."
"I'm 40."
"Deluded. I should trade her in. D'you need anyone? She's very good at tea. Well, I say very good, I mean not bad. Well, I say not bad..Anyway. Alonze! But slowly, her ankles going."
"I'll show you where my ankles going." He grinned. Oh, he could wind Jackie Tyler up. Now, if he could just figure out what the hell was going on.
A/N hope you liked it! Review: )
