Okay I still own nothging. Moving on. People people people thank you so much for the reviews. I hardly know where to start.
Elizabeth the Canuck: You are forgetting how John looked at Roses drawing in the episode. Part of the Doctor was obviously there just not enough.
To everyone who is getting mad at The Doctor John is not The Doctor. Sure subconsiously John remembers hence the dreams, but just like in the tv series he can't even remember the dreams fully. The doctor is like a tingle in the back of Johns mind. Like when you get that sensation somethings off but you can't do anything about it because you can't remember what it is. I'm going with John being programmed to be one of the people who ignore that senstation so it still effects the things he can not control like emotions, but not his actions. All Johns actions are the result of all Johns memories and social norms.
Cal: Whoever you are you always make me laugh with how you write down your reactions I love it, though if you could use less profanity I would appreciate it. (trying to keep everything kid friendly) Try not to worry to much about John's stupidity. As Martha said it would be inappopriate for John to propose so soon.
Oh and to clear up one last thing John and Joan are as good as dating at this point. I know eveyone thinks of modern dating being formed in the 1900s, which is true, but in 1913 you're still dealling with the courtship of the 1800s more so then not. The moderen dating structure did not turely begin to develop until during or right after WWI. So eating meals together with just a servant present, calling each other by their first names, spending time alone these all mean a lot.
Just a few days until Saturday. Until I give him the stupid watch with the new chain and we get out of here. Just a few more days. I can handle just a few more days. Martha has been telling herself this, all morning. It had started when she woke up with her arm asleep. That wasn't so bad. True there was no hot shower to help wake up the limb but she was able to message it into usefulness. The problem was that was aparently only the beginning of a bad day. She had her first spill in the kitchen that morning. while it was nothing major the milk did spill onto her dress. Though she tried to wipe it out the milk still left a bit of a stain. She may not like the maid uniform or the fasion of 1913 in general but the stain just made it worse. Then she'd gone to deliver John's breakfast to find him in a bad mood. As if all that was not enough while scrubing the floors during morning classes one of the boys had "accidently" knocked into the bucket spilling the water everywhere. Today was one of the few days in Martha Jones life that she wasn't sure how much more she could take, and she still had to serve lunch to Joan and John in a few minutes.
John at that moment was regretting that he had been short with Martha. It wasn't that he had snaped at her or anything like that he had just been cold almost disregarding her that morning. He thought that he could just ignore the dreams, but ignoring them just seemed to make that feeling of something missing worse. So he had gone back to journaling what he could remember form his nocturnal adventures. It was the omittions when he recounted his dreams to Martha and Joan that had him on edge. He thought that it wouldn't be that big a deal surly in a few days Martha would no longer be showing up in his dreams. That had not been the case, and John was not so sure he was comfortable keeping this secrete long term. What if she never left his dreams?
What is more disturbing still is the way he rememberes the dreams is changing. He finds that now he remembers more of the reactions the man he is in the dreams feels. It seems as though in the dreams he is falling for Martha, but he is unwilling to admit it to anyone even himself. John was sure he recognized this only because he had already admitted his feelings for Martha, to himself at least. He started to wonder if the man he was in his dreams was even already in love with Martha. Not being able to remember was becoming a problem.
A knock at the door brought John out of his thoughts.
"Come in." John calls out. Upon seeing Joan enter the room he stands from his couch.
"Hello John, how has your morning been?"
"Fine, and how has your day begun?"
"It's a beautiful day, I have a charming companion for lunch what could I possibly have to complain about." Joan said with a beautiful smile. There was no mistaking Joan's smile was beautiful, but John could never bring himself to be moved by it. It envoked no feeling or conection within him no matter how hard he tried.
Martha came just a minute after Joan. When she knocked John called for her to come in expecting that it would be Martha and it was.
Martha knows she would make it though this lunch because she had to, but she might just make up her mind to slap Joan when this is all over if she adds to how horrible this day has been.
Joan decided to be nice thanks mostly to John's presence. I can not have John thinking ill of me. Joan thinks as Martha enters the room.
As Martha serves lunch she notes the difference in Joan's acting skills. They are always better when John is around. Well, at lest she doesn't think John a fool, Martha thinks.
Today Martha asks about the journal. Ture John had told her about his dream this morning, but more out of habit then anything else. It seemed to Martha as if he was leaving quite a bit out. It was true. John had given Martha no more than a brief synopsis that morning. He simply hadn't been in the mood to talk. Now though Martha feels she needs to remember why she travels with The Doctor. She wants to spend a few minutes remembering the adventure and the wonder. She wants to spend a few minutes forgetting where she is and how they treat her.
John retrieves the journal at Martha's inquiry about his dream and resettles on the couch.
"Martha come and sit by me." John says this not as a command, but more as an offer. It is his way of trying to make up for this morning.
Joan does not like this, but she keeps her opinion to herself. Martha doesn't hesitate as she sits. After the day she's had she doesn't care what problems it may or may not cause with Joan.
Martha has come to relize two things about John's dreams. First he doesn't dream of every adventure or thing he's done. Second what he does dream he dreams in order. Having figured this out Martha is extra thankful that last night John dreamed of the first place The Doctor and Martha went that nothing went wrong. She is so glad that today she get's to escape into a memory where there was no running and no death. It's not that she doesn't appreciate the adventure, but today she needs calm wonder.
As John starts to describe last night's dream and show his drawings in the journal Martha allows her mind to wander. She let's it slip back to the planet he is describing. He had taken her there about a month after he'd decided she could stay on the TARDIS as long as she wanted. Martha was sure that there would be some great adventure as usual, but she was getting tired. Martha was hoping that if just once they could relax and things could go as planned, and for the first time they did. She often suspected that the TARDIS may have had a hand in that. She sometimes thought the TARDIS may have more of a hand in things than she realizes, but she didn't care about that know. Martha was lost in remembering the singing forest. It was on a planet where trees where hollow, and because of this when the wind blew past a tree it would sound like a great flute. Most of the clusters of trees on the planet would sound like a wood wind orchestra warming up, but there was one small forest that when the wind blew directly from the east it played the most beautiful arrangement Martha had ever heard.
"Martha, Martha." John was calling Martha's name, and when she came back to the present she wasn't sure how long he had been doing so.
"Sorry," Martha looked down half in embarassment half to check if John remembered that one small forest. When she caught a glimps of the drawing of a cluster of trees and the words 'so amzing a sound' she knew that he had.
"I was just caught up in trying to imagine what the forest must sound like." Martha quickly explained.
"It's okay Martha I was just a little worried when you didn't answer to your name at first." John tells her with a smile.
Looking at the clock Martha realizes that it is time for her to clear away the lunch things. "Oh well, I guess I should be getting these down to the kitchen.."
"Yes I suppose you should." John replys, and stands as Martha leaves unaware of Joan's momentary grimace.
John turns to Joan. "I must go to my classroom before the boys start returning from the dinning hall."
"Yes of course, just one thing before you go."
"Yes Joan what is it."
"I know how you feel about Martha, but sometimes I think you indulge her to much. It's just that she needs dicipline and structure you know how they are. I'm mostly saying this for Martha's sake I wouldn't want to see her in trouble. Anyways it's just something to think about."
John was stunded he didn't know what to think or say. So instead John simply followed Joan out of his suite and went to his classroom.
AN: I sorry this is a little late. I would have had it up yesterday but thunderstorms kept coming though so I didn't have enough time on the computer.