Doctor Who and Merlin don't belong to me

All the Single Ladies

Martha hurried into the crowded pub and spotted Gwen already sitting at a table.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," Martha told her friend, after they had hugged, "there was an emergency and I had to stay and help." "Its fine," Gwen replied, "you're here now."

"It seems like ages since we last met," Martha told her friend. Gwen nodded and said, "It's been ages. You went back in time and met Shakespeare, went to the moon and did who knows what else since we met last week."

Martha smiled at her friend, "those were good times. But all good things come to an end, at least that's what they say."

"I was actually surprised to receive the call from you, not that you haven't been calling me from all your exotic locations, but I thought you'd be calling to tell me about some wonderful adventure you were having with the Doctor, and not saying that we hook up."

"Yes, about that," Martha said, "he brought me back yesterday."

"Brought you back?" Gwen asked her.

"Apparently we were supposed to have gone on only one trip, so he dropped me off at my flat."

"Wait, he actually dropped you off at your flat?" Gwen asked her friend.

"Yep, he landed the TARDIS in my tiny sitting room, which was exactly how I had left it, and said adios."

Gwen took her friend's hand and told her, "There are plenty of guys out there who would be and are interested in you."

Martha nodded and said, "So now I'm back to being Martha Jones, medical student. But enough about me how are you?"

"Fine," Gwen replied looking close to tears, "I'm really fine."

"Ok-ay."

"You remember Arthur Pendragon, right?" Gwen asked Martha.

'Of course, who could forget him?" Martha replied.

"Anyway, there I was sitting in my tiny office, minding my own business when he walks in and kisses me."

"Hang on. What? He just walked in and kissed you?"

"We have been working very closely on a case for about a week, so you could say that we've grown closer and are sort of friends now." Gwen explained.

"Who cares if you're friends? He kissed you!" Martha was smiling widely.

"Yes, he did." Gwen was smiling too, at the memory of the kiss.

"So what happened next? Are you guys an item now?"

Gwen shook her hand.

"As I was leaving the office, Arthur came up to me and said we needed to talk. I followed him to his office, where he told me that our kiss, as enjoyable as it was, couldn't lead to anything more."

"Why?" Martha interrupted.

"Apparently, there is some conflict of interest issue; so for the good of the company we should forget that anything had ever happened." Gwen shook her head and smiled sadly. "I wanted to hit him, punch him in the face. It's their company, they make the rules and they bend them when it suits them. I smiled at him and said that I understood and walked out. The nerve of the man, he was the one who kissed me, not the other way round."

"Men." Martha and Gwen said together.

"I guess it's my turn to point out that there are other men in the world, that the world will continue turning," Martha said.

They looked at each other and laughed. Martha picked up her glass and said, "I propose a toast."

Gwen up picked her glass and asked, "To what are we drinking?"

"To meeting new and interesting people; who are interested in us."

"I'll drink to that," Gwen said, taking a sip.

000

The Doctor was in the TARDIS staring at the controls wondering where to go next. He was lonely and he missed having someone with him in the TARDIS, 'maybe I shouldn't have chased Martha away,' he thought to himself. 'It was the right thing to do, let the girl go back to her nice, orderly life.'

He noticed that some of the levers were loose and reached into his pocket to get the screwdriver. It wasn't there. He began to search the TARDIS while trying to recall the last time he had used it. He didn't really need the screw driver to fix the problem but he wanted it back.

Martha. Of course, he had given it to her to do something. She probably still had it. She obviously still had it.

As he set the course for Martha's flat, the Doctor consoled himself, 'it's not as if I miss her, nothing like that. I just want my sonic screw driver back. Really, it's not about her.'

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