Tears of a Clown
Disclaimer: The BBC owns 'Doctor Who'.
A/N: The title of this fic is a song by Smokey Robinson and The Miracles.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, swaying to the music like the majority of the wedding guests. He hadn't been invited to her wedding but since when had that ever stopped him. He saw that her new husband had moved off to get drinks for them and managed to accost her while she was on her own.
"Hello, Martha Jones."
She looked at him quizzically. "Sorry, do I know you?"
Realisation dawned on him. "Of course. You don't recognise me and why should you? I've regenerated." He grinned, although not quite as manically as his previous incarnation, at her.
There was silence for a moment.
"Doctor? Oh my God, you look younger than I do." A pause. "So, how have you been?"
"You know me, Martha. I'm always keeping busy. Saving planets, fighting monsters and being pretty sort of marvellous." He said, with an air of fake superiority.
"Just the usual stuff, then." She smiled.
He'd missed that smile. All those moments, all those times she'd thought he wasn't looking. She was wrong. He had been looking, attempting to catch fleeting glimpses of the childlike wonder in her face, as they travelled to the far reaches of the universe and back again.
He noticed Tom Milligan heading back towards them. Martha twisted her head to follow his gaze but when she turned back to face him, he had vanished. Martha caught sight of a long dark coat heading towards the entrance. By now, Tom had caught up to her and asked 'Who was that?"
"Just a friend, that's all."
The Time Lord heard it all, his advanced hearing picking up every word, even over all the din. He walked away from the party quickly, so nobody could see the single tear rolling down his cheek.
