Fic: I Have Something To Say
Title: I Have Something To Say
Author: vonnie1019
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Summary: An alternate ending to "Last of the Time Lords" Martha saved the world and now she must say goodbye
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: This my first fic. I hope everyone likes it and feedback would make me very, very happy!
Martha didn’t want to say goodbye, but she could not go on like this.
“Why do I have to love him?” she said angrily to herself. “Why? It hurts so much.”
She stood in front of the Doctor. It pained her to see his excitement about taking another trip, visiting Agatha Christie, but she had no choice. Martha had to disappoint him and think about herself. He new something was wrong, which is why he stopped his rambling.
And when Martha told him she couldn’t go on another trip, he had taken it well (so it seemed to her) without insisting she go.
He knew.
“Thank you,” the Doctor told her and hugged Martha. Looking at her again, he said, “Martha Jones, you saved the world.”
“Yes, I did,” she answered. “I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best but you know what? I am good.”
He smiled agreeably as Martha gazed into his brown eyes and he gazed back into hers. Neither of them spoke a word. The silence seemed to fill the TARDIS and throb in their hearts.
She walked down the ramp and stood outside the TARDIS. “I did it!” She cheered silently, but, it hadn’t lasted long. She needed to tell him something else. When Martha had gone back inside and at the moment the words were about to spill out of her mouth…
“Martha!” the Doctor shouted excitedly and lowered his voice. “I was hoping you’d come back.”
“You were?”
“I have something to say.”
“You do?” Martha walked up to him. She noticed he appeared to be struggling with his words. “Doctor? What is it?” She gazed into his eyes, searching for the answer to her question. She searched harder and it seemed he was actually sad. “Is it possible?” she thought. “Could it be that he doesn’t want me to leave because…because--”
“Martha--” he paused, sighing deeply. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too.”
Silence again.
“Doctor, what’s wrong?”
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I--”
“Whatever it is, just-spit it out.”
“I was thinking--”
Annoyed, Martha folded her arms against her burgundy jacket.
“I love you,” he said quickly.
“What did you say?”
He sighed. Hands tucked inside his blue trouser pockets. “Do you have to make this so difficult? I said…I…love you.”
A stunned Martha answered, “I thought that’s what you said.” She shook her head. “You’re joking?”
“Joking? Why would I joke?”
Martha closed the space between them. She stared into his eyes and could see he was indeed serious. His hand reached out to Martha’s face, lightly stroking her left cheek.
“I don’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her eyes misty, and then she suddenly laughed.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Martha,” he said sternly. “I am not joking.”
Composing herself, she replied, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just-shocked.” Tilting her head and smiling, she added, “I love you, too.”
He asked, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”
“I don’t mind at all. The first one didn’t count…genetic transfer, remember?”
As his lips neared hers, Martha’s eyes dreamily rolled shut. She shivered a little in his arms and at the touch of his lips on hers. Martha wanted to taste more of him. She did, opening her mouth and taking his lips inside. Not knowing how he would respond, Martha quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry,” she told him.
The Doctor grinned.
“You didn’t mind that kiss?”
“Well, you wanted a real kiss.”
“Yes, I did.”
The Doctor kissed her again, the same way Martha had. She didn’t want him to stop, but he hesitated and whispered against her ear, “What did I say before…ah, would you like to visit Agatha Christie?”
Martha tightened her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. She smiled, “Now how could I miss that opportunity?!”
Author: vonnie1019
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Summary: An alternate ending to "Last of the Time Lords" Martha saved the world and now she must say goodbye
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: This my first fic. I hope everyone likes it and feedback would make me very, very happy!
Martha didn’t want to say goodbye, but she could not go on like this.
“Why do I have to love him?” she said angrily to herself. “Why? It hurts so much.”
She stood in front of the Doctor. It pained her to see his excitement about taking another trip, visiting Agatha Christie, but she had no choice. Martha had to disappoint him and think about herself. He new something was wrong, which is why he stopped his rambling.
And when Martha told him she couldn’t go on another trip, he had taken it well (so it seemed to her) without insisting she go.
He knew.
“Thank you,” the Doctor told her and hugged Martha. Looking at her again, he said, “Martha Jones, you saved the world.”
“Yes, I did,” she answered. “I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best but you know what? I am good.”
He smiled agreeably as Martha gazed into his brown eyes and he gazed back into hers. Neither of them spoke a word. The silence seemed to fill the TARDIS and throb in their hearts.
She walked down the ramp and stood outside the TARDIS. “I did it!” She cheered silently, but, it hadn’t lasted long. She needed to tell him something else. When Martha had gone back inside and at the moment the words were about to spill out of her mouth…
“Martha!” the Doctor shouted excitedly and lowered his voice. “I was hoping you’d come back.”
“You were?”
“I have something to say.”
“You do?” Martha walked up to him. She noticed he appeared to be struggling with his words. “Doctor? What is it?” She gazed into his eyes, searching for the answer to her question. She searched harder and it seemed he was actually sad. “Is it possible?” she thought. “Could it be that he doesn’t want me to leave because…because--”
“Martha--” he paused, sighing deeply. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too.”
Silence again.
“Doctor, what’s wrong?”
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I--”
“Whatever it is, just-spit it out.”
“I was thinking--”
Annoyed, Martha folded her arms against her burgundy jacket.
“I love you,” he said quickly.
“What did you say?”
He sighed. Hands tucked inside his blue trouser pockets. “Do you have to make this so difficult? I said…I…love you.”
A stunned Martha answered, “I thought that’s what you said.” She shook her head. “You’re joking?”
“Joking? Why would I joke?”
Martha closed the space between them. She stared into his eyes and could see he was indeed serious. His hand reached out to Martha’s face, lightly stroking her left cheek.
“I don’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her eyes misty, and then she suddenly laughed.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Martha,” he said sternly. “I am not joking.”
Composing herself, she replied, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just-shocked.” Tilting her head and smiling, she added, “I love you, too.”
He asked, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”
“I don’t mind at all. The first one didn’t count…genetic transfer, remember?”
As his lips neared hers, Martha’s eyes dreamily rolled shut. She shivered a little in his arms and at the touch of his lips on hers. Martha wanted to taste more of him. She did, opening her mouth and taking his lips inside. Not knowing how he would respond, Martha quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry,” she told him.
The Doctor grinned.
“You didn’t mind that kiss?”
“Well, you wanted a real kiss.”
“Yes, I did.”
The Doctor kissed her again, the same way Martha had. She didn’t want him to stop, but he hesitated and whispered against her ear, “What did I say before…ah, would you like to visit Agatha Christie?”
Martha tightened her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. She smiled, “Now how could I miss that opportunity?!”