A/N: I was upset by the lack of reviews. Please do not let this story prevent you from reading; I get all sad and depressed when that happens.

Okay, done ranting, here is chapter 11.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, stop asking already!!

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"Martha? Martha are you awake?" Came a soft whisper from one side of the bed.

A semi-irritated sigh responded, along with, "I am now."

The Doctor smiled and snuggled closer to her warm body, an action; in which, Martha did not frown upon.

"What time is it?" Martha asked, trying to yawn her way out of her sleep stage.

There was a slight pause followed by, "Ten-fifteen."

Martha sat up in slight surprise, but the steady hand of the Doctor reached out and set her back down next to him. He brought his hand up and placed it on the side of her face, he managed to find her lips with his and they shared a loving kiss.

"What's the hubbub?"

Martha looked at him, her eyebrow raised.

The Doctor creased his, "Hubbub?" He rolled the word around in his mouth a couple more times, before finally shrugging it off.

Martha seemed to stop paying him any mind and found that the supple feel of the bed combined with the firmness of the Doctor's body, time was unimportant. And so was any word the Doctor found curious to say over and over.

The Doctor began to tenderly stroke Martha's hair, an act that was rewarded with a soft moan from Martha's lips.

The Doctor could only smile.

He then added small circle to his movements.

"Doctor, what exactly are you doing?" Martha asked with closed eyes.

"Are you complaining?" The Doctor countered.

Martha had no words, she was lost in her own world of pleasure, she was only half-aware that a question was asked to her.

Taking her lack of speech as a compliment, the Doctor continued his actions.

"I love you."

The Doctor pushed up to lean against his elbow and looked down at her. It pained him to think that all along he wanted someone to love and care for. Now the seduction of Martha was in its first steps. He knew that they were going to make love that very day, and then all would be well. Nine months were going to fly right past and he would trade in one girl for another.

Still, he pushed the other thought in his mind away; he had come to the decision that Martha would have no knowledge of her impending fate. He thought it best not to burden her with the ever-watchful eye on the second hand, counting down the last few months of her life.

Yes, it was the selfish way. To first, impregnate her with a child that will ultimately save the world, but then to tell her that she was going to die in the process, never to see her daughter grow up and do the wondrous things that awaited her.

It was cruel, and he understood that. He knew the consequences involved; it was torture to his soul. To see Martha everyday for nine months happy and planning a nursery in the Tardis. The joy of picking baby names, of course knowing that she would settle for Lily, and choosing whatever baby things needed. It was better than seeing her sad and grief stricken.

The Doctor leaned over and kissed her yet again.

Martha wrapped her arms around the Doctor's neck and pulled him closer to her.

This was not how they were going to do this. If he had only this one chance with Martha, then he was going to do it proper; not rushed and sudden.

The Doctor was the first one to pull back, earning a disappoint groan from his bed mate.

She did look beautiful, her dark skin tinted with just a pale red. She was staring up at him with such devotion and trust. He would remember her eyes, at this moment, for the rest of his life.

He got up from the bed, Martha followed him with her eyes.

"Oh, what's the hubbub?" She mimicked his previous question.

The Doctor turned and looked at her, but she knew that he was thinking of that word again, and began to giggle.

"Hubbub. It's a funny word alright." He said finally.

He went over to his bags and pulled out a fresh new suit, the blue one; her favorite.

He then pointed to Martha then at her bags, "Now put something on, today is the final day of vacation. Don't give me that look Martha Jones."

He pointed the his finger back at her, and Martha's face broke into a smile.

"This day should end in a bang, so to speak; no actually explosions here…well, maybe one." He grinned.

Martha got up and went over to her belongings, just as she was about to pick up her sack, the Doctor grabbed and kissed again.

"Oh, and I love you too." He said as he released her. "Now, get changed I'll meet you outside."

The Doctor left the room, wearing his sleeping attire, and his suit in hand.

Martha could only shake her head. Today was going to be the best day of her life, she just knew it.

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OK, sorry about the short chapter, but I just want to warn my readers that the next chapter is going to have the Doctor and Martha…well, in bed. So just a memo: for those who do not have this story listed in their fav's, (which I don't know why not, it's not that hard to do, just click the box.) anyways, this rating is being changed from 'T' to 'M', b/c of the nature of the chapter. Not that it's going to be very graphic, but just enough to tell the story.

Okay…takes deep breath…with that being said, please review. I write faster when I see reviews. Not really I just like them.

Thanks.

Vampmistress