A/N: Quite a short one this time, but I hope you enjoy!

If you love someone, let them go. If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don't, their love was never yours to begin with.

Martha Jones watched as the Doctor bounded around the console, an old dance that he'd perfected numerous years ago. Martha's heart lept, as it had many times before whilst she had been glued to this wonderful alien. His eyes were always wild with adventure, and yet shrouded with an ambiguity that made him so endearing.

He had altered her life forever; for the better. The things he made her feel were almost impossible, in her eyes.

But did he feel the same? Sometimes, when she'd figured out something he hadn't, or when she being so human and so different, and he looked at her...it gave her hope. But then his eyes would melt, and it was obvious he wasn't thinking about her. His mind was in a world where a certain Rose Tyler was also living. Crashing back into reality, the last place he wanted to be, the Doctor never seemed to notice what was right infront of him.

Jealously was relatively new to Martha. She'd never really liked a male this much before, probably down to her parents' issues with each other. But with the Doctor...well, she hoped she'd never get to meet Rose Tyler. She couldn't stand it to see the Doctor happy with another woman.

She mentally slapped herself. She wanted the Doctor to be happy, she did. Jealousy isn't pretty. Never was, never will be.

At the beginning of her time with him, she had a plan to cure his heartache. Just impress him as much as she could, so he'd fall in love with her, surley and forever. Yes, it was a little shallow, but Martha figured it could work. But she soon became conscious of the fact that it was all one way traffic.

"So, Martha Jones," The Doctor announced, interrupting her thoughts, "Where to now?"

"I get to choose?" She stuttered, lifting her eyebrows.

"You sound surprised!" The Doctor pouted, his lower lips jutting out profoundly. Martha tore her eyes away from his lips, hoping he didn't catch the slight pink tint developing in her cheeks.

But, surprise surprise, he didn't notice. He never notices.

"So. Where do you wanna go?" He reiterated, his feral hair bouncing about the place. Martha smiled bitterly.

A place where no-one else can get to us. A place where you're not an alien and I'm not a human. A place without Rose Tyler. A place where I was first. A place where you love me the way I love you.

"Anywhere."