It's chilly outside of the cinema, and David can't help but wish that he brought a warmer jumper. The pleasant weather earlier that day did not hint to the cloudy atmosphere that had overtaken London. It almost suits my mood, he thought. There was no better word than dread to encompass the feeling that had settled in his gut. He didn't mind Martha, and he didn't mind the Maze Runner, but he was not looking forwards to explaining that he just wanted to be friends.

"David! So glad you came," he's startled out of his reverie by Martha's voice, and he looks over at her with a smile that probably looks forced.

"Lo', Martha. How are you?" he inquires.

"Great, I guess. Are you ready to go in?" she looks at him from under her eyelashes in a way that's clearly meant to be seductive. He gives a curt nod, his cheeks flushing at the implication that anything more than watching a movie would occur tonight. She takes his hand and David wants to pull away because that's his and Rose's thing, and he doesn't want to hold hands with Martha.

They get their tickets and he buys them popcorn to share despite her declarations that she can pay half, and they stroll into the theatre with their hands still clutched together.


Later they stand in the parking lot waiting to say their goodbyes, for Martha

"How'd you like the film?" she asks him, and he notices with annoyance that he she still hasn't let go if his hand.

"I thought it was lovely. I have already seen it with Rose, though, so the surprises were insignificant," he says conversationally, looking pointedly anywhere but her eyes that were searching for his in an attempt for eye contact.

"Oh. Yeah. Good old Rose," she laments, and he can't help but hear how forlorn she sounds. He suspects that a girl that has a fancy for him might harbour a bit of animosity towards Rose, considering how much time they spent together, but Martha seemed to be almost jealous. He had to tell Martha how he felt now, before things got too out of hand. He stops walking and turns towards her, sighing.

"Martha, whatever you think might be going on between us, it's not. You're a really great girl, but I was hoping we could stay just friends," he flinches at how much he sounds like a jerk.

"But, you agreed to come to this movie," she starts hesitantly, and looks up at him with questioning eyes.

He lifts a hand to tug on the hairs on the back of his neck, and licks his lips nervously. "Martha, I am so, so sorry but you really didn't give me much time for deliberation," he tries to explain, but it sounds pathetic to even himself. Rose would know exactly what to say right now.

He almost curses when he sees the unshed tears shining in her warm brown eyes, and looks in the opposite direction as she wipes them away soundlessly. "I don't understand. Why can't we just try it out for a while?" she asks, her voice thick with the fear of rejection.

He casts his sight downwards, awkwardly avoiding eye contact and his own anxiously racing heart. "Well," he begins testily, his voice climbing an octave. "I sort of like someone else," he continues, feet shuffling around, kicking dust with his converse. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his jumper and he can't help but think of the boyish picture he must paint. He hopes Martha doesn't hate him after this.

"Who-" she stops, the name dawning on her like a light bulb turning on. "Rose. I should have known, you follow her around like a lost puppy, it's almost sickening." While her words are slightly unkind, her face shows comprehension and a certain caring warmth. "Can't say I'm too pleased about it, but I think that the two of you would make an adorable couple," she squeezes his hands with her own and stands on tip toe to kiss his cheek. His eyes flutter closed at the contact of her lips, and he marvels at her ability to be so selfless.

"Thank you, Martha Jones." she turns away from him with one last look, and runs his hands through his hair dejectedly.

What and eventful night.


A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry. I know that not too many people follow this story, but to those of you that do, I apologize profusely. I've been busy with my school work because I recently moved up a grade. Also, student activities like student council and such have been starting up with the new school year so this fic completely slipped my mind.

I promise it won't happen again (though I always say that) and I'll even try to update again today as a sorry.

Love you!