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The Doctor sat munching on the last bit of banana. He tossed the peel aside upon the controls, promising the Tardis that he would remove it.

The Tardis was not pleased but decided not to say anything, she knew who was coming down the hallway, and she knew the Doctor would have other things to worry about then a decaying banana skin.

The Doctor watched the screen, figuring out where the Tardis had taken them. He knew from the readings that it was not the destination that he had picked.

He shook his head at the unruly ship, "For once, can't we go where I tell you to go?"

Before he had gotten a reply, a figure appeared out of his peripheral vision. He smiled up at his wife as she entered the room.

"Hello, my love. Did you show him the nursery? I'd bet he'd like that." He told her as he went back to the monitor.

"It seems that the Tardis is acting up, again. I wanted to take you all to Glixaba; it is rather a nice planet. Decent natives, nothing to dangerous. Well, except for the Zires, they're this type of flower that if…are you alright?"

Martha was trying to remain as calm as possible, her heavy breathing indicated that she was not all right. Her hands were clenched into tight fists at her side. All in all Martha Jones was fuming underneath her tranquil disposition.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She did not even know where to start. Before her stood the man that, according to Jack, had stabbed her right through the heart. The man she trusted more than anything had taken away the one thing she held more than her life. Not that her life was not important, but the only thing that Martha had wanted, to be a mother was snatched away from her own husband.

"Martha? Are you okay?" The Doctor had past concern and went straight for pure panic. Martha did not act this way for no reason.

Fearing that she might collapse, he took a step forward, but was greeted with a step back from his wife.

"Don't." She told him softly, almost a whisper.

"Martha what's wrong?" He pressed her.

"I'm gonna ask one time, just once I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?" Martha met his eyes.

"What is this…?"

"Just tell me, I'm I going to die?"

The Doctor froze, he swallowed, "What are talking about?"

"I'm…I…going…to…die?" She pronounced each word with clarity so he was not to miss what she was saying.

The Doctor blinked, once, two. His silence giving him away. "What did Jack tell you?"

"He told me that you are a lying son of a bitch."

"Martha…"

"No!" Martha's anger was breaking down the safety barriers, "Just tell me. Please tell me."

The Doctor ducked his head for a moment when he met her eyes again, the truth was apparent, unwavering.

Martha gasped; her hands went up and covered her mouth. Her head shook with unbridled shock. Her whole form quivered with the knowledge that had been placed before her.

"Martha, I'm so sorry." His voice laced with emotion, he tried to pull her close to him, but she jerked out of his grasp.

Her wide his met his and she could no longer contain herself, her hand connected with the side of his face. The Doctor stood his ground flesh struck flesh.

Martha watched, as her assault did not faze him, tears began to well up in her eyes, they escaped a moment later. She covered her face and wept uncontrollably.

The Doctor tried once more to embrace her, and again her rage showed its face. She squirmed out of his arms, and stared up at him.

"How co…how could you do this to me?" Martha asked as hers eyes flooded again with tears.

"Martha…"

"I thought you loved me."

"I do."

"NO! Don't you dare say that to me! Don't you dare say that." Martha screamed.

Martha walked over to the railing and squeezed the cold, metal bar.

"I'm such a fool." She whispered.

"No, no you're not. Martha please listen to me."

"I truly thought that you loved me." Martha ignored him.

She turned around and she didn't know what to do. She wanted to kill him, for the first time in her life she really wanted to kill someone. There he stood, all his lies out on the table. And he was still lying to her, still trying to convince her that he wasn't in the wrong.

Martha slid down to the grating below, she was so lost. She felt the Doctor sit next to her, but she refused to look at him. She felt sick just having him close to her.

"Go away."

"No, not until I explain."

"Explain what? That you been lying to me. They way I figure you have been lying to me for months."

The Doctor opened his mouth, but found no words. She was right. He had.

"Martha, there is nothing I can say." He tried his best to justify his reasons. "But…"

"But?!" Martha's eyes burned red. "There is no but, you decided that I should die. What, was I not good enough, or was I just convenient."

The Doctor shook his head.

"Martha Jones just an expendable companion."

"Please, let me tell you the whole story."

Martha wiped her face, "Go on." She told him forcefully.

"It's true, Jack and I met Lily about seven months ago. And she told us that you dead."

Martha's eyes sparkled with more tears.

The Doctor looked away from her and continued, "She said that you die, in childbirth. There was complications and…"

"I don't care! Just tell me why you found it necessary to end my life!" Martha shouted.

The Doctor flinched at her trembling outburst. He turned back to her, "Lily said that when she's 19,she saves the world. That if it is not for her the universe ends."

Martha smirked, "How honorable a reason. The world or me." She shook her head, "So Jack said that you had to decide, how long?" She looked right into his eyes. "How long did it take you?"

The Doctor closed his eyes for a moment.

"Come on, Time Lord, how long did take you to make such a choice?"

The Doctor sighed sadly at her use of his title, full of disgust and contempt.

"Tell me!" Martha shouted.

"An hour." He told her simply. "One hour."

Martha's mouth fell open, she looked away. Her whole existence had been terminated in one single hour. A full revolution of an hour hand of a clock and her fate had been thought about and processed, deemed not worthy of life.

Martha could no longer stand to be so close to him, she got up and went over to the control panel, she rested her hands gently on the Tardis. There was a soft, loving tug at her mind, the Tardis calming the heartbroken woman she had grown to love. And Martha realized that the ship had known all along about her situation. And for the first time she found herself hating the wondrous machine she had called home.

Martha sealed off her mind, not letting the Tardis gain access. Martha wanted no pity, she wanted no one telling her it was going to alright when she was staring at certain death in five months.

Five months. That's was all.

The Doctor watched her, not knowing what to say.

"Martha?" He whispered.

He saw her back go rigid and he knew that she had heard his voice, whether she was going to listen to him or not, he did not know. But, he had to tell her about the night Lily was conceived.

"I have to say this, that night when we first made love…"

Martha scoffed, "'Made love?'" She turned to him, "Why don't you just say what it really was. Just a meaningless fuck."

"No." The Doctor said, "No, it wasn't, I made love to you that night Martha, and every night after that."

He waited for her to interject, when she did not he continued.

"I tried, Martha please believe me, I did try to stop."

"Looks like you didn't try hard enough." Martha snapped.

The Doctor sighed, "I…towards the end, I decided that I didn't care about what Lily had said. I wanted you in my life, Martha. I decided that I was going to spend the last years of the universe's time with you. I just wanted you. I just…" He had to stop, the look she was giving him plus the reality of the situation, bore down upon him. Tears began to leak from his eyes.

Martha watched him with absolutely no remorse, she was amazed how cruelly she could stand there, looking down upon the man she called husband. The father of her child.

A tearful gasp made the Doctor look up at her, Martha's hand returned to her mouth as she stifled her sobs. Her figure racked as she wept.

"You want to know something?" She asked through the stream of sobs, "I wish I'd never had met you."

The words pierced his hearts. He went to say something, but Martha continued.

"The worst part is, I'm only upset because you never asked me. You never gave me the choice, you say that you have to make decisions because you're a Time Lord. And there is no higher authority than you, but when it comes to my life you had no say. But you tell me after seven months, four months pregnant." Martha motioned to her swollen belly.

"Or was that you're plan all along? Shag me, get me pregnant and then tell me when it is to late to do anything? Oh, and marrying me so that, what? Makes me more of a fool when I found out?!" She was shouting again, he could see a light shade of crimson surface in her face.

"No." He stated as he slowly stood, "I married you because I love you."

Martha snapped, she rushed to come face to face with him and slapped with once again. "If you say that, one more time. I will kill you." Her tone serious.

The Doctor swallowed hard. "You have no idea what this is doing to me. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want you to agonize over it."

"Oh, thank you." Martha replied sarcastically. "Thank you for sparing me the fact that you killed me."

The Doctor shook his head, "I didn't mean to cause you this pain, I can't bear to see you suffer."

"Well, don't worry. You won't have to." Martha walked past him and started walking to her room. She turned and said, "Take me home."

The Doctor watched as she disappeared down the hallway, and without another thought he set the coordinates for her mother's house.

Martha walked down the passageway, she felt the Tardis lurch and she knew within a matter of minutes she would be home.

Jack met her in the corridor, "Martha, I'm sorry."

Martha stopped and looked at him, and then with a tired sigh her hand flew up and smacked him across the cheek, and then continued to the room.

Jack stood there, not really surprised at her actions, he watched her slip into the room before meeting the Doctor in the console.

He saw his friend standing there, completely shattered.

"Doctor?" Jack called out, but the Doctor said nothing. "Doctor I'm sorry."

The Doctor shook his head, "No, I have no one to blame, but myself." He picked up the forgotten banana peel, and set it back down again. He didn't know what to do, with himself or anything for that matter.

Five minutes later the Tardis landed outside the Jones' residence and two minutes later Martha appeared carrying an overnight bag.

Martha walked right past both men without making eye contact. She stopped just before the door, "You still have that phone I gave you?" Her voice emotionless.

"Yes."

"Keep it turned on and on your person."

That was all she said, then she opened the door and gently closed it behind her.

From the monitor the Doctor watched as she knocked on the front door, he watched as a confused Francine embraced her sobbing daughter, and he watched as his wife disappeared within the confines of the house.

He flipped a switch and he set the Tardis back into the Vortex, he reached for the mobile she had given him, and turned it on. He stood there staring at it, hoping that it would ring and she would be on the other side.

I know it's not the best, but I can't write arguments, I even tried to act the scene out and this was the outcome. Rather pathetic, please review; if it is that bad I'll rewrite it. Tell me though, so I can make the necessary corrections. As Always, VampMistress