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That night as John laid down to sleep. He kept replaying what Martha had said in his head. "Yes it is." Those three simple words would not leave him. It wasn't that she had said them. It was how she had said them. The look she had on her face was amazement. Like she should of said "yes it is, but it's also so brilliant." Brilliant had Martha ever called anything brilliant. Amazing, wonderful, all those other words, but had his Martha ever referred to anything as brilliant. He didn't think so yet he was sure she would. Why was he so sure? It somehow thrilled him that he didn't know. His Martha was shaping up to be quite the mystery and now he'd admit that he was set on figuring her out.

Suddenly He realized that he'd been thinking of Martha as his, and not in the she's my servant type of way. What had gotten into him. He hadn't thought of her that way since he was a kid. Thinking back he remembered one of those childhood times he'd been so careful not to think about.

"You're supposed to be the princess that I'm rescuing."

"I don't want to be the princess. The princess always has to be locked in a tower or dungeon and never does anything about it. My idea of a prince wouldn't be rescuing me I can do that myself. My idea of a prince would be taking my off to fight dragons and save villagers with him!" A very frustrated Martha had declared.

"A princess is supposed to be to soft and delicate for that sort of thing."

"Then who would want to be a princess, and why would anyone want to marry one."

"Guys like being the hero. It's what we're supposed to do."

He couldn't help but smile at that memory. How silly he'd been of course he'd take a woman that could stand beside him. At least he thought so there were the early dreams. That girl she'd been there for the adventure but how much help had she been most of the time. He got the feeling that it wasn't much yet he still felt he had been drawn to her. Maybe he was still as silly as that little boy on some level, especially when he thought about the other two guys he hadn't mentioned when describing his dreams. It was as if they were somehow rivals even if they were friends and a part of him knew that it was about that girl. He always thought of her as a girl like she hadn't quite grown up yet.

Well whoever the dream girl was he didn't think he cared anymore. Martha on the other hand was a different story. Maybe he was reading to much into things and it meant nothing but maybe she knew more about hospitals on the moon then she let on. If so, John wanted to know what else she knew.

Martha's response was quite puzzling. Joan laid pondering trying to go to sleep. Of course as things were going Martha was becoming quite puzzling herself. Who is she what does anyone know about her? John said they'd grown up together as her parent's worked for his, but what did anyone truly know of John for that matter. Wait what was she thinking? John may have magnificent dreams but that was just a sign of his magnificent mind. No all the disruption was Martha's fault. How dare she look at John the way she did. "Yes it is." What was she playing at? They were just dreams. To think otherwise would be absolutely ridiculous. John was way to slack with her. Either Martha needed to learn her place or she needed to go.

"Yes it is." The words kept replaying themselves over and over in Martha's head. How could she let herself make such a massive mistake. There was no denying that both Joan and John had caught it, and she wasn't about to lie to herself saying she recovered well. What a disaster.

I have to pull back she thinks. Maybe this can all blow over. There are still almost a full three weeks until it's time to go. I can not mess this up now. The Doctor is counting on me, and I will not let him down for the first time now. Martha thinks this with more than loyalty behind the conviction in that thought, but at the same time Martha is resigned. She realizes now that the Doctor will never love her. If he can't now without the full weight of Ross to hold him back he never will. If she ever had a chance it was now and boy did she just blow it. So much for smooth finesse. Where was the mystery I was suppose to invoke.

That's it I will not see hope where there is none. I will not tear out my own heart again and again. If he sees me just as a friend then I will be his friend nothing more. Martha silently vows this to herself and she means it. With those thoughts she very effectively closes her mind to a possibility of more with The Doctor. She was always good at doing what was necessary, but she is also smart and knows her own limitations. So, as she drifts off her last thought is; I think I will have to be leaving him soon.

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