A/N: I have never, ever written Martha before this so I hope I did it well enough even if it's only a tiny part.

Martha walked next to Jack down the corridor. "You're certain it's him?" asked Jack, worry forming a hard lump in the pit of his stomach.

"Quite certain."

"And there's no sign of the Doctor?" He couldn't hide the worry in his tone.

( I'm damaged but somehow I've managed but I don't think I can find my way back home. )

"Look, I am doing the very best I can with what I have here. We can't just pop off to the local market and get you brand new parts, you know."

( In which the Master plays repairman. )

Three months in and the Master had stopped his exploration of the TARDIS. He'd stopped, well, anything really. He just sat in the room he was kept in when the Doctor needed rest or left the TARDIS to save some idiotic civilization that didn't deserve his attention or his help. The Doctor thought that, maybe, it was a sort of phase. He'd start up ( Read more... )