I am totally and utterly gutted...
I was taking a gander around at Fanfic, checking to see if any new Martha stories were up and guess what I found...
NOTHING!
It's ALL TEN/ROSE!
Well...I am going to be the black sheep of the site...it's time for some good old Ten/Martha.
Like I said, I am a Ten/Martha shipper to the end!
Here we go, another chapter, quick smart.
CHAPTER 4:- FEELING BLUE
Little did either the Doctor or Martha know that they were being watched.
Maia slowly peered around the door frame, looking into her father's room.
There he was; sitting on the four poster bed, looking up at the roof with his back mostly turned to her.
Despite his angle, she could see his face.
The crushed look of pain and suffering. Those tears…they had no place anywhere near her father.
Even though this was before she was born, her father had always been a source of light and laughter, with a lust for life that even her mother could not quench and she did try on some occasions.
This version of her father, looking much older…much colder…and much more lonely.
He dressed the same, he looked to same, but he wasn't the same inside.
Damaged goods.
He was desperate for someone to hold onto; and in her time, he held onto her mother.
Martha.
But this Martha didn't seem to be at all interested in him.
She was in fact getting married to someone completely different.
Which was a kick in the stomach to Maia who had always thought her parents had been together forever.
Now seeing these two, she knew this not to be true.
And it hurt.
It hurt Maia to see her father so upset, so broken.
Part of it was all her fault.
He was so broken at that moment because of them. If they had not interfered with this Timeline, then the relationship would have progressed normally.
Now there was no hope.
Both her and her brother would most likely return to their time to find that they had created a paradox.
Her father suddenly mumbled something, before he buried his face in his hands; his shoulders now shaking with sobs of loneliness and pain.
The urge to walk up to him and give him a hug and tell him that it would all be okay was over powering; yet Maia remained glued to the floor.
Her own throat was aching and her own eyes were burning.
It wasn't fair.
He needed family…he really did.
Unable to bear to see her father in such a state anymore, Maia backed away from the room; intent on finding her brother and pleading for an embrace for comfort.
Yet Malikai was watching Martha.
He watched her from the corridor he'd been sent to, contemplating whether or not to comfort his mother.
Truth be known, he'd never seen her like this.
All day, she'd been angry at his father.
She never got angry at him back in his time; she occasionally scolded him for being a little reckless or a little beyond stupid.
But she never stayed angry for long.
Yet here she was, crying.
Such a pitiful, broken sound.
It stung Malikai's heart to hear it.
His mother was a friendly, likeable, calm, loving person.
She never cried because she was never given reason to.
His mother and his father cared for each other in the most tender way possible; they loved each other because they knew that it hadn't always been this way.
Maia and him had always thought that they were both just saps.
Yet now, he understood very well why they were like that.
They loved each other because of what had happened a long time ago.
Malikai didn't like this time.
Although he constantly was agreeing with his sister's constant complaining about their sappiness and lameness; it was better than here.
A time of anger and hatred and long missed hugs.
There had been something between them, but it was long gone now.
No.
He shook his head.
No, not gone.
Just dormant.
His mother and his father were meant for each other.
Destiny had decided that almost nine hundred and five years ago, when his father first came into being.
Yes, he believed in that.
He believed in destiny.
He had to here.
There was no other possible explanation for it.
If things remained the way that they were, they would never ever turn out the way they were in his time.
Destiny had to be the reason.
There was nothing else.
Malikai comforted himself with this thought as he turned away and crept back along the corridor.
He needed to find Maia so he could talk to her about it.
Brother to sister.
Malikai slowly pushed open the door to their room to find his sister sitting in the middle of the bed, with her arms wrapped around her shins.
He knew that look.
"Hey," he said softly as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.
She looked up from her knees and rocked back a little.
"Hey right back," she murmured half-heartedly.
Being the big brother that he was, he knew Maia very well and he knew that she had most likely gone to comfort Dad.
"Did you find him?" he asked as he approached the bed.
Maia nodded.
"Yeah…found him…but…I wish I hadn't," she sighed.
Malikai frowned but knew exactly what she was saying.
"Didn't know what to do, right?" he asked, kicking off his shoes as Maia nodded again.
"He was…he was just so…broken," she hesitated with her words.
This was of concern, as Maia never was at a loss for words; she was a motor-mouth and knew almost the entire English language back to front and upside down. Yet here she was, sitting on the bed of a TARDIS out of their time.
Unexpected things were bound to happen.
"Huh…same thing with Mum," he muttered, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.
Maia took a deep breath, before uncurling and looking earnestly up at her brother.
"Do you still think we'll exist in our time?" she asked.
For a moment, he thought; taking in the information that he had.
"I honestly don't know. I mean…I…I can't believe our Mum and our Dad came from these two people! They practically hate each other and they are hurting each other in the worst ways…it's so hard to take in," Malikai said, pressing a hand to his forehead.
There was a low hum from Maia as she stared off into the middle distance blankly.
They lapsed into silence, so Malikai walked over to a chair and sat down, looking around the interior of the TARDIS.
It felt different.
Older somehow, despite being younger.
He decided that he had underestimated the effect a child could have on a place and a person and a relationship all at the same time.
"Hey. Remember when Dad took us to Earth for the first time?" Maia asked suddenly.
Smirking, Malikai also realized that even in a stressful situation such as this, his little sister maintained her traits. Such as switching subjects at the most insane times.
He'd learnt to go along with it.
"Yeah…actually. I'm surprised you remember it though," he said, leaning back and staring at her almost imperiously.
Maia snorted and waved a hand about.
"Of course I do! It was one of Dad's most monumental stuff ups. Mum was so mad when he landed us right in the middle of Grandma's house. She didn't even know about us!" Maia laughed.
It had indeed been quite some time ago.
Malikai could remember standing in the middle of a rather illustrious home, looking about at the grandeur as he wondered what kind of person could live in such an enclosed space.
For all his life previously, he had lived within the TARDIS and never outside it.
Infinite amounts of space wherever you wanted them.
But here, it was all cramped and small, despite him only being pint sized at the time.
His mother had been standing beside him, holding baby Maia in one arm with her hand pressed against her forehead.
His Grandmother was in the middle of screaming at his father, who was reacting rather oddly.
He was flinching whenever she raised a hand to gesture with.
"And you bring her back here with children?!" she screeched as she raised an arm again.
His father brought his arms up over his head, ducking down slightly.
There was something close to fear in his eyes as she ranted and raved.
Occasionally he would look to his mother for help, but she was too busy being ashamed.
Malikai must have been standing there for a good five minutes and thirty two seconds before what happened to be his Uncle knelt down in front of him.
"Hello there kiddo!" he said cheerfully.
Malikai had instantly taking a liking to Uncle Leo.
Maia at that time was being babied and coddled by Auntie Tish.
This left Grandma to rant and rave at his father for hours, while Malikai and Maia played with their Uncle and Aunt.
When they had been retrieved, his father had a rather large red mark across his cheek and a sullen look in his eyes.
"I think I might be deaf," he murmured as they left the house.
His mother gave him a stern frown.
"Don't be crass. You're fine. She did say sorry after all," she said.
His father looked over at her seriously.
"Martha, if the Lion King has taught me anything, you can say sorry, but it still hurts!" he said.
His mother had thrown her head back and laughed.
"That wasn't what the lesson was! The lesson was you can either run from the past or learn from it!" she repeated with clarity.
It elicited a grumble from her husband as he curled his arm a little tighter around Maia.
"Still a good movie though," he said softly.
"Yes." Malikai said, looking at his sister who was sitting on the bed, staring at him with a strange but ever present intensity. "Yes, it was a good day,"
Maia frowned.
"Then tell me how that good, could come out of this? Tell me how Dad could be the way he is, if this is the way he is now?! How can Mum be the way she is, if this is the way she is now?!" Maia was getting more and more distressed as time went on.
There were tears in her eyes that Malikai had never seen before, and it was worrying.
All he knew, right at that moment, was that he had to make her feel better.
"Maia, listen to me. It'll be alright…they'll figure it out." He said, leaping up from the chair and settling next to her on the bed.
Maia had her head in her hands, sobbing.
"You can't know t-that" she whispered.
Gently, in a brotherly action of protection, he slung an arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm.
"Of course I do! Destiny, Maia! Just believe that it's their destiny! I've never seen anyone that loved each other that much so it has to be destiny." Malikai said.
It had an effect as she raised her head to stare at him through red, puffy eyes.
For a moment, they remained like that.
Then she sniffed and tilted her head to the right.
"You are so lame," she murmured.
Now it was Malikai's turn to laugh.
There...I hope that fixes it...Ten/Martha shippers, rejoice! And for those who don't mind either, thanks for the support.
It really is a sea of Ten/Rose out there and we need to stick together here!
Review and all that, show appreciation for any Ten/Martha story out there.
Cause there isn't that many anymore...perhaps we're going extinct...or we're being turned?
I dunno...thanks and all that jazz!
Doctor Who, Poison Sky tomorrow night! Brilliant!! It's just a crying shame that I get bloody SICK!!