At her core, Martha Jones was a very sensible sort of girl. It was for this reason that logic invariably won out when she found herself in emotionally-trying situations, and why, despite her stalking away from the Doctor, Sam and Lee in a huff, she was on her way back to the hut she shared with the Master to inform him that they couldn't continue ( Read more... )

Lee was used to waking up early. Ever since starting the ITF, his body had trained itself to be up around dawn again, almost as early as back on Galactica and Pegasus, when 0500 briefings were normal. So when he found himself stirring early, it was nothing unusual. He sat up and stretched, blinking a few times to focus his vision ( Read more... )

It had been two years since Martha Jones had anyplace outside of the TARDIS that she even remotely considered home. A year she'd gone unable to settle, and another after trying to remember how. Now, as she sat on the front steps of the new hut she was sharing with the man she should have considered her greatest enemy, she couldn't help but wonder ( Read more... )

There was something off about today, Martha was certain. Something obtuse, difficult to pinpoint, and all the more frustrating for it. No one event had tipped her off, but rather the overall atmosphere not of the island, but of herself ( Read more... )

Was it the true measure of madness when you were entirely aware of the detriment to your well-being and yet purposely did a thing regardless? Martha thought perhaps it was, and yet the voice of doubt that was constantly in the back of her mind was overlooked, made that much more faint, because she had come to realise that she simply did not care ( Read more... )