A/N: If you are reading this, thank you for continuing. Sorry for the delay in this chapter. The time between school and work…well, you know.
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Martha woke up to find the bed empty. She stretched her arm over her head, and arched her back. She sighed deeply, and fell softly back onto the comfort of her pillows.
She rubbed her fingers across her eyes to get rid of the sleep that had gathered there during the night. She reached over to the side table, grabbed a scrunchie, and wrapped it up in her hair.
She listened intently to hear any movement within the room. But, there was nothing, not a sound.
"Doctor?" Martha called out.
She waited for a response, but once again, there was silence.
Martha pushed back the sheets and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The air was cool, but not so much that made her want to crawl back underneath the warmth of the bedding.
Martha stretched once more, this time both her arms overhead, her hands met and interlocked causing the dormant muscles to come alive yet again. Her green undershirt that she had slept in crept up her midsection exposing the flesh underneath.
Just then, the door opened wide and Martha dropped her arms quickly, her shirt came to rest in its original position.
The Doctor had not noticed Martha's conscious form sitting on the bed as he placed a brown paper bag on the table in the front of the room. Martha smiled to herself as she heard his gentle humming.
"Good Morning." She said in a gentle tone.
Martha laughed softly as the Doctor jumped a little as she made her presence known.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't." The Doctor said, as he composed himself and went back to his task. "Did you sleep well?" He asked as he set what looked like bread on the table.
Martha sighed, "Yes, thank you. And you?"
The Doctor nodded, "Yes, best sleep I've had in ages." He looked up at her and smiled before adding, "And that's saying something."
He gave a wink, in which Martha ducked her head and smiled.
She really couldn't believe that in the course of a day, she and the Doctor were on this brand new road. A road teaming with possibilities, ones, Martha thought, could happen in her dreams. Yet there they were; suppressed declarations of love out in the open. They even shared the same bed together, although Martha wished they could have moved things more quickly. Still, at least it was a better experience then the last time in Shakespearean England.
Martha rose from the bed and made her way over to the Doctor. She watched him as he emptied the contents out and merely threw the sack on the floor.
The table was littered with things Martha had never seen before, well except one item.
"Is that a satsuma?" Martha questioned.
The Doctor looked down at the orange sphere, "Yeeaah." He replied.
He picked it up and tossed it in the air, "Why…don't you like satsuma?" And caught it in his hand.
"No, there fine." Martha said quickly, just in case an argument would break out over the citrus.
"A funny thing about satsumas…" He trailed off, and he submerged himself in his mind.
After a few moments Martha cleared her throat, which seemed to bring him back.
"Are you alright, Doctor?" She asked concern on the brink of her voice.
The Doctor nodded, "Just remembering this one time I saved the world with a satsuma."
"When was this?" Martha inquired.
The Doctor went silent.
Martha did not need to push the question, wherever or whenever it was, it was with Rose. She knew from the faraway look in his eyes the moments he thought of her, and it pained her.
She hoped, beyond hope, that the actions of yesterday were not some amusing pretense at her expense. She did not want to think that the Doctor did not share her feelings. Was the whole thing a dream?
She did dare to answer her question.
Maybe the whole thing was a mistake, if the Doctor was dragged back to his heartbroken memories of Rose by a simple satsuma. Then maybe Martha didn't have any right to be in his life. She could not cope with the memory of Rose over her head. Martha could not compete with that.
The whole time Martha ranted in her brain the Doctor had been watching her, he knew the mistake he had made, and was too late to correct it.
He sighed deeply, this time breaking her out of her mind.
"Martha, come here." He gently commanded.
Slowly, Martha came and stood directly in front of him.
He wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her.
She felt him kiss the top of her head, and she did all she could from stopping from sighing with contentment.
He brought her back a bit to look into her eyes, "Martha, I'm sorry."
"I know."
He bent down and captured her lips with his, the kiss was soft, but the emotion behind it was genuine.
Martha knew that his feelings were true, and he confirmed it after they broke apart.
"I love you, Martha."
"I love you, too." She whispered.
They embraced once more, the fires were beginning to rage and they used all their strength from fueling it even further.
Martha eventually pulled away and recovered her normal breathing pattern.
"So what's for breakfast?"
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The azure waves crashed against the golden sands, each grain sparkled as the suns shone down upon them.
Martha was convinced that this place was forever untouched by rain altogether, but the Doctor assured her that it did rain, but he was no weatherman. Still, Martha ignored him, in her mind this planet was the perfect holiday spot. And if she said that it would never rain, then it wouldn't.
The Doctor be damned.
They spent the afternoon swimming and laying beneath the warm rays.
At first the Doctor was reluctant to be seen in public in his swimming trunks, but after a little convincing from Martha; he made himself shown.
Martha of course was attractive in anything she wore, but in two flimsy pieces of red material that barely covered…well, anything. The Doctor found himself, once or twice, choking for air.
It was these moments that the Doctor had to remind himself, 'One more day'.
And the Doctor was sober once more.
As the day wore on and the suns were beginning to slowly descend into the horizon, Martha and the Doctor reclined on the blanket.
Lying next to each other, hands entwined. They looked up at the dark pink sky. Soon the vision of stars and planets would make their appearance, woven delicately into the heavens.
The Doctor, however, was as close and as far away from heaven at the moment. The feel of Martha's hand in his was bliss. And the knowledge of what tomorrow meant, was hell.
He had to tell her, that was that.
"Martha… I have something to tell you." He began.
But there was no reply from the woman at his left.
He turned his head; Martha had drifted off and was now wondering in her dreams.
"Martha?" He called again, hoping that she was wake.
And again, she remained still and sound asleep.
With a sad smile, he disengaged his hand from hers. He knelt in the sand and wrapped the blanket around his love. And gently lifted her into his arms.
He made his way back to the resort, back to the room, and placed Martha in bed; blanket and all. Tomorrow she would probably be upset with him, as to why he didn't wake her up and shower off the sea salt, now dried to her skin. But, it was a slight matter, one to be forgiven with a kiss and a smile.
And to see that she was not the only one to wake up offensive in the morning he climbed into bed just as he was. The events of the day seemed to have worn him out and before he knew it, he too drifted to sleep.
Martha woke a few hours later to find herself in the Doctor's firm and loving embrace. Slowly she detangled herself away, and made her way to the loo.
She exited the bathroom, ten minutes later, her hair damp from the shower; felt the growling of hunger in the pit of her stomach. She found the tiny fridge and pull out the first thing she touched.
Martha looked at it and gave it a tiny shake of her head, when she realized what it was she was holding. But, no matter, hunger did not complain, as she began to peel away the skin of the satsuma.
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