AN Adding two chapters today :)

The next couple of dozen days are variations of the same theme.

We pick a planet at random, we start out wandering all together, Jenny eventually disappears leaving me with the Doctor and we somehow manage not to incur the wrath of any natives.

I manage to catch maybe an hour of sleep a night, which is an improvement, but doesn't stop the Doctor giving me worried looks and hovering around be incessantly.

On the bright side my shoulder no longer bothers me.

On one of my early morning nothing-else-to-do sessions in the console room I hear a phone ringing. It's tucked under the panel for the shields and when I fish it out there's a picture of Martha Jones on the display.

I hesitate then answer,

'The Doctor's phone.'

'Err, who's this?'

My mind goes blank,

'Why?'

'Look, is the Doctor there please?'

'He's…' I begin but stop as the Doctor enters the room. 'Doctor, Martha Jones for you.'

'Oh,' he hesitates.

I shove the phone into his hand.

'Hello Martha,' he sounds happy enough now. 'Yes, I've regenerated.

'Err, well… that was the Master.'

I smirk as he pulls the phone away from his ear and away from the sudden yelling. He waits for it to subside a little before interjecting,

'I'm fine, Martha, we're doing fine. Oh, Martha, he found Jenny! Can you believe it?

'I promise I'm fine.

'We're just travelling, you know how it is.

'Sure, one day.

'No, I mean it.

'Ok; I promise.

'Bye then.'

He ends the call and takes the battery out of the phone, shooting a challenging look at me as he does so.

'Sorry,' I scowl a little in confusion, 'I thought you liked that one.'

'They won't understand about you and I can't ask them to,' he shrugs and busies himself at the console.

'They have more sense than you,' I shrug in turn.

'Do you not what me to trust you?' he's irritated now.

'I hope that you can,' I mutter.

Then his hands are either side of my face and his mind presses against mine forcefully. I lash out at him mentally but he doesn't let go and before I can gather myself for a better thought out defence he plays dirty; he projects his heartbeats at me, as he did before, and I physically sway toward him with a sigh.

'Sorry,' he whispers as his mental presence settles beside mine.

It is impossible to maintain any form of irritation toward him when I have that divine rhythm sounding in my head. My eyes have closed and can feel his breaths against my face as he gently rummages though my mind.

He starts to pull away,

'No!' I gasp and clutch at him desperately.

'Sorry,' he repeats and his mental presence is gone along with the beats.

I let out a whine and find myself panting as I feel more like myself again.

'You,' I gasp and stagger backward to collapse against the console, 'are a complete… and utter… you are an arsehole.'

'Yeah,' he kneels beside me, not touching, 'but I can trust you.'

I close my eyes and drop my head back.

'But you aren't sleeping, I told you to tell me if…'

'After what you just proved I'll do if offered the drums,' I interrupt, 'you're surprised I want to break the habit?'

'After proving how vulnerable you are if offered the drums, I don't understand why you wouldn't consider getting your dose from someone who wants nothing in return.'

'That's a terrible idea,' I dismiss.

He sits down beside me and nudges me with his shoulder,

'I didn't say it wasn't. I just wondered why you hadn't even considered it.'

'You just strolled through that part of my mind. You know why.'

'You think I'm better than you.'

'You are.'

'I'm really not.'

'I would glare at you,' I sniff, 'but I have a splitting headache.'

'Would you like some tea?'

I open my mouth to reply, but I just giggle. Soon we're both giggling helplessly.

I gasp to get my breath back and squint my eyes open. It doesn't hurt too badly. The Doctor's smiling at me affectionately, I offer him a glare in return.

'Sorry about your head,' his head tips to one side as he looks at me. 'But I kind of needed to be sure.'

'You cheated,' I tell him. 'The drums? Really? Very underhanded.'

'I thought you'd approve of underhanded,' he grins.

'You're meant to be the good one,' I scold then lever myself to my feet using his shoulder. 'I need a drink. See you around.'