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1969	By : shaydshanidepp Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 8988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 pt. 2
Martha sat down among the Drixel Pixen Carintoss Lillies and stared at them refusing to shed tears. They reminded her of the Doctor and what they had just shared brown leaves and in the center and a wild array of colors. Tears stung the back of her eyes refusing to go away she hated feeling this way over him like this but she couldn't help it she loved him at least she felt she did and the saddest part was she knew he didn't feel that way for her. She couldn't bear to look at the flower anymore it had begun to show her glimpses of the passionate moment she shared with the Doctor walking around she spotted various flowers some breathtakingly beautiful as if they were created by perfectionist artist making painstaking details others looked as though she had seen them in a Tim Burton movie.
She sat down in a grassy meadow with a small lake well that's what she thought it was because it was to big to be a pond. She watched as gold fish swam by at first she couldn't believe her eyes they had diamonds for a few scales.
“You know they are edible and the water is fresh plus the fish breed nearly every thirty days so you should eat okay.” She could her a few notes of sadness in his voice figuring he was thinking of Rose she didn't answer him at first.
“Yeah I guess I could live here okay I recognize a few plants from the big edible plant book in the Tardis library so I think I'll be alright here.” He looked at her back wishing she'd tell what she felt was happening between them because he no longer knew.
“Martha I...”
“Save it. You don't owe me any words not right now.”
“But Martha I have somethings you...”
“You know until you came over here to “talk” to me I was seriously considering staying here I could live fine on my own but then I saw your face. That boyishly young face with those old time ravished well seen eyes. They reminded me of my family, my friends and just people that know me. None of them would ever know that I left you. Blimey no one outside of my family knows the truth about you. A few of them think we are involved yet most of them just think that you're some hot skinny bloke that I happen to luck into traveling with.”
“ You'd miss my I'm sure but you wouldn't spend all of your time bringing me up in front of your other companion. You're a man that’s lived for over nine hundred years. I'm quite sure that you've done this over and over without even realizing it. I'm not going to be you're rebound Doctor. I'm not going to be the one that sickens themselves with love for you while you hurt me. If you're not being all emo over the fact that she's not here you're spending your time comparing us both and I'm not her Doctor. I'm never going to be her! I'm always going to be Martha and though I do love you I have to learn not to. I don't want to miss my chance at happiness in this one life that I have. Doctor I want you to take me home.” With all that said she walked away from him and his too old for his face sorrowful eyes to the safety of the Tardis where she could lock herself away in her room trying to convince heart that she didn't love him.
“Oh Martha my sweet Martha you have no idea how I love you.” He whispered to her empty space as visions from long ago and far away resurfaced after so many years.
“It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.” Gladrielle his second love sat looking out at the stars shining so brightly down on her. Her soft silvery hair seemed to be some kind of illusion as did her silver eyes and nails as if to play on that she wore a silver leaf that he had given to he after he plucked it from a tree that he used to tend at his home on a silver chain. He was lost in his memories of how much love had hurt him so that he didn't notice Martha leave him for the Tardis.
She shot him a long mournful look as he came up from working on the Tardis whatever romantic notions she had dashed away with his cold distant demeanor after some rather passionate sex. She just thought he was caught up in the moment of remembering the woman who came before her.
The Doctor was in the kitchen idly keeping his hands busy attempting to cook Martha some breakfast he was trying to ignore the fact that the tiny little voice in his head reminding him that he should tell her the truths that yearned to be set free. Instead he watched as she ate in silence and did her own dishes kissed him on the cheek and with a small sad sigh left for work.
She wanted to make him happy and feel safe like he would at home in his Tardis yet in typical Doctor fashion he had nothing to say after pleasure again. “He's just lost too much in his life now. Too much to care for anything anymore.” She greeted Corey with a sad smile on bis face as she came into his office. “Ms. Jones” He began so softly gazing at her in such a caring fashion that reminded her of her brother Leo. “You and that fella Mr. Emerson could go back home.” She gave a rather unladylike like snort if only he knew the actual reason why the couldn't. It would blow his little human mind to know that such things existed outside of his little world. The very second this thought ended she wondered where it came from. Instead she settled for a more positive answer or at least one that sounded a bit better than I'm from the future and Mr. Emerson is actually a time traveling alien called the Doctor.
“We really can't go back there because it's just ...It's impossible to go back. We've been in this situation together now for almost a year and we've learned how to deal.” David Corey sat back in his chair and stretched himself a bit before placing his feet on the desk and looking at her. “And your relationship with him?” She had a feeling they would be touching on that so she worked on answers that she thought sounded good. “It's just so new to us born out of our situation really. I just take it for what it is now nothing but two lonely people seeking a way to forget the pain. He's lost someone he loved just before he met me and I'd just recently found out to many terrible things with some added heartbreak.” Corey left it at that she figured he must have understood because he didn't probe anymore.
“Well Ms. Jones where would you like to start first tonight? On the stage? Or in front of the camera?” Giving her a grin that reminded her of the Doctor in their happier times. “On stage of course!” She put on a fake smile and proceeded to the dressing room. She chose a silver gown and a silvery wig for the stage. She then followed up by using silver mascara and silver nail polish for her fingers and toes.
The Doctor came downstairs there was a rumored strip club he'd like to check out. It had been so long since he'd interacted with people. By his mental count now they had been here at least two months give or take a day or two. He slipped in the club taking a seat in a dark corner in the very back of the club. The lights in the club went down and the stage lights softened fog from dry ice hide the dancer as she came one stage. He was enthralled with they way she moved and gyrated he so want that take her to a place that's nice and quite so no one could interrupt. At least that was his train of thought until a familiar scent hit his nose and he could taste it on his tongue. The dancer whirled and removed her mask that she had been wearing and his jaw dropped. Martha Jones was a stripper. He wanted to judge her for lowering herself so much so. She was a good woman from a well to do background with a well off family and yet here she was stripping for money. Then it dawned on him that she was stripping for money for him just to support him and her and there little meager existence. She was doing her damnedest to provide for him and he was a miserable old shit ignoring her attempts. Even more so she was dressed like his second long forgotten love clad in head to toe silver with a silver wig. But how could she even know what Gladrielle look like?
“Martha Jones you're a Goddess.” He whispered as she disappeared behind the stage.
She felt tingly all over something she hadn't felt since she had sex with the Doctor. The feeling got stronger and she nearly didn't make it to the dressing room. Laying down on the bed she was surprised to hear a knock at her dressing room door. She couldn't bring herself to answer though because the tingling sensation was so strong she could scarcely breathe. Gasping for air she breathed “Come In” before her world turned into a pleasure filled haze.
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