When he gave her that gentle squeeze, Martha smiled quickly and nodded. She could do this. It was as simple and easy as just placing one foot in front of the other as she'd done millions of times over. There would be a way out, she'd get back to the Barge, and then she'd go home and eat until she was ill.
There was a blink when the door was above an auto and electrician shop. "That... can't be right. I can't be living above a shop." A beat passed and she looked around, and then to his uniform again. "You don't live above the Sheriff's office, do you? I didn't even know that you could live above these places...." She didn't want o live in a flat above a shop.
However, his mentioning the not starving gave her a bit of a life raft to cling too in that stubborn matter. "We won't starve. We can't, not if West wants us alive to keep playing with like we're dolls in houses." A slight edge of bitterness in her tone before it was quickly shoved away.
Quickly she shook her head with a frown when he told her to wait here. "Not on your life, Derek. I'm going with you. You might need me."
Just what he needed. Another determined woman. Derek wouldn't deny her. Maybe if they were in the real world, he would stop the doctor. In Peaksville, what power did he truly have?
Derek didn't know about the adventures Martha had with The Doctor. In fact, he didn't know about The Doctor or Martha Jones in any capacity out of the time he had spent with the dark and lovely woman.
As long as she was behind him, he could remain protective. "I didn't find any surprises when I found my place," he replied as they ascended the stairs. "But that doesn't mean we won't find any here."
Even if it were most likely a useless thing to do, his hand instinctively drew the weapon holstered on his hip--keeping the barrel down while his eyes scanned aggressively.
"Looks clear," Derek said and holstered his weapon but kept his hand on the grip while standing on the landing. "And to answer your question. No. My key worked on a house."
His eyes finally gave up the vigil watch for danger and returned to Martha. "Could be worse. Like above the bar or the diner." He gave her an encouraging smile even though he was well aware it could be better.
There was a blink when the door was above an auto and electrician shop. "That... can't be right. I can't be living above a shop." A beat passed and she looked around, and then to his uniform again. "You don't live above the Sheriff's office, do you? I didn't even know that you could live above these places...." She didn't want o live in a flat above a shop.
However, his mentioning the not starving gave her a bit of a life raft to cling too in that stubborn matter. "We won't starve. We can't, not if West wants us alive to keep playing with like we're dolls in houses." A slight edge of bitterness in her tone before it was quickly shoved away.
Quickly she shook her head with a frown when he told her to wait here. "Not on your life, Derek. I'm going with you. You might need me."
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Derek didn't know about the adventures Martha had with The Doctor. In fact, he didn't know about The Doctor or Martha Jones in any capacity out of the time he had spent with the dark and lovely woman.
As long as she was behind him, he could remain protective. "I didn't find any surprises when I found my place," he replied as they ascended the stairs. "But that doesn't mean we won't find any here."
Even if it were most likely a useless thing to do, his hand instinctively drew the weapon holstered on his hip--keeping the barrel down while his eyes scanned aggressively.
"Looks clear," Derek said and holstered his weapon but kept his hand on the grip while standing on the landing. "And to answer your question. No. My key worked on a house."
His eyes finally gave up the vigil watch for danger and returned to Martha. "Could be worse. Like above the bar or the diner." He gave her an encouraging smile even though he was well aware it could be better.
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