Farewell
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Title: Farewell
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith
Rating: G
Spoilers: The End of Time
Summary: The Doctor makes his farewells to Martha and Mickey.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it'd look rather different.
Author Notes: I was seriously unhappy with The End of Time, which sparked a plot bunny.
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Martha looked up suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling, and saw the Doctor watching her and Mickey.
"Mickey," she said in a low voice, her eyes never leaving the Time Lord. "Mickey." Her voice was more urgent the second time, and then she was running with apparently reckless abandon.
The Doctor's body twitched, as if to propel him away from the scene, but he waited, watching his doctor's speedy approach.
Within moments she was beside him, within arm's reach, but she didn't touch him just yet. "Oh Doctor!" she said softly, her voice gentle, full of compassion and love.
"What's up boss?" asked Mickey from behind her.
"He's dying," she answered for him when he pursed his lips without speaking.
"How can you tell?" asked Mickey, clearly surprised.
She gave a sort of half shrug, wondering how to explain; she'd seen that look in people's eyes often enough, both at the hospital, and during a year almost no one else remembered. "If I could," she told the Doctor quietly. "I'd hold your hand and be there with you."
The Time Lord gave her a crooked smile, and shifted the hammer he carried to his other shoulder, then reached out and clasped her left shoulder. "I know, Martha Jones, I know." His voice was cracked and husky, and he felt Martha twitch in response. She merely lifted her hand and grasped his where it rested still on her shoulder. "But you'll be with me in spirit."
"Come back and see me, us, soon, yeah?" she asked. "Promise me that you won't forget your family."
The Doctor's smile became more genuine. "Oh, I could never forget you, Doctor Jones," he assured her positively.
"Nor I you, Mr Smith." She squeezed his fingers, and he knew she understood he was ready to leave them. "Take care of yourself," she said, her voice sterner now.
He nodded, then glanced over at Mickey, who nodded back. "See you, boss."
The Doctor turned and walked away, forcing himself not to look back, but he heard Martha's desperate gulp of air, and then a choked-off sob as she turned and clung to Mickey Smith, tears pouring unchecked down her face.
Title: Farewell
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith
Rating: G
Spoilers: The End of Time
Summary: The Doctor makes his farewells to Martha and Mickey.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it'd look rather different.
Author Notes: I was seriously unhappy with The End of Time, which sparked a plot bunny.
~~~~~~
Martha looked up suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling, and saw the Doctor watching her and Mickey.
"Mickey," she said in a low voice, her eyes never leaving the Time Lord. "Mickey." Her voice was more urgent the second time, and then she was running with apparently reckless abandon.
The Doctor's body twitched, as if to propel him away from the scene, but he waited, watching his doctor's speedy approach.
Within moments she was beside him, within arm's reach, but she didn't touch him just yet. "Oh Doctor!" she said softly, her voice gentle, full of compassion and love.
"What's up boss?" asked Mickey from behind her.
"He's dying," she answered for him when he pursed his lips without speaking.
"How can you tell?" asked Mickey, clearly surprised.
She gave a sort of half shrug, wondering how to explain; she'd seen that look in people's eyes often enough, both at the hospital, and during a year almost no one else remembered. "If I could," she told the Doctor quietly. "I'd hold your hand and be there with you."
The Time Lord gave her a crooked smile, and shifted the hammer he carried to his other shoulder, then reached out and clasped her left shoulder. "I know, Martha Jones, I know." His voice was cracked and husky, and he felt Martha twitch in response. She merely lifted her hand and grasped his where it rested still on her shoulder. "But you'll be with me in spirit."
"Come back and see me, us, soon, yeah?" she asked. "Promise me that you won't forget your family."
The Doctor's smile became more genuine. "Oh, I could never forget you, Doctor Jones," he assured her positively.
"Nor I you, Mr Smith." She squeezed his fingers, and he knew she understood he was ready to leave them. "Take care of yourself," she said, her voice sterner now.
He nodded, then glanced over at Mickey, who nodded back. "See you, boss."
The Doctor turned and walked away, forcing himself not to look back, but he heard Martha's desperate gulp of air, and then a choked-off sob as she turned and clung to Mickey Smith, tears pouring unchecked down her face.