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0071. Triage. [Private: Martha]

Oct 13, 2010 17:19

[He's been sitting on this for too long, and given her behaviour, he assumes the same of her. The decision is painful, but he really oughtn't draw it out the way he has. It's shameful, and too human even for his taste.

The audio feed clicks on, and for nearly a minute, there's a pause, before Martha receives a somewhat mournful missive.]I need ( Read more... )

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Text. thegooddrjones October 13 2010, 18:12:31 UTC

Of course, Doctor. I've been meaning to talk to you for a while as well. I've time now; where should we meet?

Text. a_bit_put_upon October 13 2010, 18:46:15 UTC

Wherever you'd like. I'm in my quarters, but this... I'd rather discuss it in a place where you feel safe, comfortable.

...Or at least neutral ground. Deck, perhaps?

Spam. thegooddrjones October 13 2010, 22:06:58 UTC

[Martha didn't respond to his comment on neutral ground. The last thing she wanted to do was to do this in a place where people could see or hear or intervene. She knew what was coming of course, either he would end it or she would, because it just needed to happen right now. However, Martha wasn't going to let it be treated like some sort of war or like she was going to become hysterical, because that wasn't how this should be. At all.

So quickly she headed over to his room, and knocked on his door, deciding that would be the easiest thing for them to do. Privacy, comfort and the TARDIS who hopefully wouldn't hate her for what was about to happen. Hell, maybe this was why they ended up in 1913, because of this. It was silly, but it made her crack a smile and let lose the relief inside of her.]

Spam. a_bit_put_upon October 13 2010, 23:24:00 UTC

[He watched the device for a moment before moving, out of habit, to put the kettle on, though he doubted either of them would touch their tea. He had a feeling, however, that he might need it after. He watched it brew, idly adjusting the mugs next to it, until he heard the knock.

He winced and took a deep breath, but by the time the door opened, there was no hesitation to be seen- there was nothing to be seen, really, but the commonplace distance of his perpetually distracted train of thought. He did, at least, attempt a smile as he stepped aside to let her in, and even though it looked as if he had to fight to keep it there, it was genuine nonetheless. The hum of the TARDIS never wavered, and even though she too was still recuperating, she reached for the both of them, aware and supportive for everyone she loved.]

...Tea?

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