RP for imnot_hisgirl

[clever_wanderer]

It was funny how often he'd looked at this phone. The same menu screen, the same list of contacts, the same message center telling him he had no missed calls no matter how often he checked it, nothing ever changed. He'd contemplated messing with it a bit, playing with the settings, the background, the ring tone, taking it apart and putting it

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[imnot_hisgirl]

Traffic was horrific.

Martha hated London traffic. But to get to Sarah Jane's, she had to get through the afternoon traffic and to avoid causing unnecessary panic, she kept her sirens off.

She hoped she hadn't sounded too desperate when she called the Doctor about the rift disturbance. It wasn't too terrible, the threat wasn't really that great, but it felt good to call him, felt good to know they had a purpose and a mission together. Just them.

Maybe that was a little selfish. Martha could accept being a little selfish in regards to the Doctor. Everyone needed flaws, maybe that was hers.

The UNIT jeep finally pulled up in front of Sarah's house. Not a moment too soon, from how the Doctor sat on the porch, waiting.

She grinned widely before she could stop herself. Oh, but it was wonderful to see him.

[clever_wanderer]

As quickly as he could he closed the mobile and slipped it back into his pocket, careful not to look as if he'd had it out in the first place. It was another maneuver he'd gotten rather used to since acquiring the phone, and one he wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to perform so hurriedly.

Nonetheless, it was done. The mobile was safely tucked away and hidden, leaving him free to return her grin.

"Martha Jones," he said, standing up and stepping off the porch, "long time no see."

[imnot_hisgirl]

"Not that long, Mister Smith," she said. She tossed her head to the side, motioning towards the passenger seat.

"Come on, hop in. It's not too far a drive, but I want to get there before it gets too dark out."

The sun was setting fast, and if UNITS sources were right, well, they didn't want to see it first in the dark.

"Settling in okay?" she asked by way of idle conversation. She had no real idea what was going on in this...encampment...place. Part of her wanted to, but part of her promised herself a real life outside the Doctor, and that meant his encampments too.

[clever_wanderer]

"Well," he said, trying to match her casual tone, "you know, it's been about as easy as it ever is having more versions of yourself than you can count all living in one place at the same time. Sort of like having a massive inner conflict, in a way."

Thinking about it, none of his latest encounters with other versions of himself had been particularly pleasant. Harrowing battleship games and horrible what-if stories. His only remotely positive conversation had been with a version of his eleventh self, and even then, it's hard to be too positive when you're breaking the news of recent universal destruction.

"Apart from that, though," he said, coming back from his own thoughts, "it's been alright. Sarah Jane Smith, she used to travel with me, met her again, she's living in the TARDIS now, has her own room near the kitchen. I still can't get the TARDIS to work, but then no one seems to be able to." That was still the most unnerving thing to him, the lack of movement, communication, of anything from the TARDIS