Musings on a Miss Martha Jones
Title: Musings on a Miss Martha Jones
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It was mine once, but then I woke up.
Warnings: Vauge spoilers for Human Nature. Nothing that will ruin it for you though.
Summary: She likes Martha. Musings from someone who rarely gets a voice.
Authors Note This leapt on me and refused to let go until I'd written it. Un-beta'd. As such, any mistakes are completely my own.
“There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think”
-Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh
She likes Martha.
Sweet little, soft little, special little Martha Jones.
Martha Jones entrusted with the life of one grumpy, surly, angsty but somehow likeable time-lord who’s gone and done something inconceivably stupid.
Martha whom always says hello, and always, always says good-bye and never forgets to give the console a nice stroke of appreciation.
Martha who simply accepted ‘bigger on the inside’ and ‘translates things inside your head’ and understands some things just are and shouldn’t be questioned.
Martha, who made him talk, who always seems to make him talk, even about the things that hurt the most.
Martha, who is making herself a place, but isn’t replacing anyone.
Martha, who will be a doctor one day, but for now puts up with a man who simply claims to be one.
Martha, who is hanging around because it’s worth it, who’s going to catch him when he jumps and who won’t take no for an answer.
Martha, who is constantly forgetting her place in 1913, but somehow scrapes by anyway.
Martha, who is healing ‘her Doctor’, though he won’t ever really be ‘her Doctor’
Martha, who can’t hear the words she whispers in her ear, or the gentle stroke on her consciousness, who can’t quite believe that metal and wood can be alive, or that it was woven into her mind the moment she set foot inside, but tries to understand regardless.
Martha, who doesn’t know it yet, but will one day be the girl who came before, the one who can’t be replaced and the one spoken of in revered tones.
Oh yes, she likes Martha very much indeed.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It was mine once, but then I woke up.
Warnings: Vauge spoilers for Human Nature. Nothing that will ruin it for you though.
Summary: She likes Martha. Musings from someone who rarely gets a voice.
Authors Note This leapt on me and refused to let go until I'd written it. Un-beta'd. As such, any mistakes are completely my own.
“There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think”
-Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh
She likes Martha.
Sweet little, soft little, special little Martha Jones.
Martha Jones entrusted with the life of one grumpy, surly, angsty but somehow likeable time-lord who’s gone and done something inconceivably stupid.
Martha whom always says hello, and always, always says good-bye and never forgets to give the console a nice stroke of appreciation.
Martha who simply accepted ‘bigger on the inside’ and ‘translates things inside your head’ and understands some things just are and shouldn’t be questioned.
Martha, who made him talk, who always seems to make him talk, even about the things that hurt the most.
Martha, who is making herself a place, but isn’t replacing anyone.
Martha, who will be a doctor one day, but for now puts up with a man who simply claims to be one.
Martha, who is hanging around because it’s worth it, who’s going to catch him when he jumps and who won’t take no for an answer.
Martha, who is constantly forgetting her place in 1913, but somehow scrapes by anyway.
Martha, who is healing ‘her Doctor’, though he won’t ever really be ‘her Doctor’
Martha, who can’t hear the words she whispers in her ear, or the gentle stroke on her consciousness, who can’t quite believe that metal and wood can be alive, or that it was woven into her mind the moment she set foot inside, but tries to understand regardless.
Martha, who doesn’t know it yet, but will one day be the girl who came before, the one who can’t be replaced and the one spoken of in revered tones.
Oh yes, she likes Martha very much indeed.