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[emptyyourself]

[That last post? He does not remember any of it. Or most of it. Not even the creepy game of horrific death. He doesn't have the journal portion of his journal equipment - just the communicator - and has been sleeping since he made his long, rambling post that will shame him horrifically later

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[thegooddrjones]

[Martha just sounds tired.]

Well, I'm guessing you don't remember how stoned you were yesterday. She'd died, but the Doctor didn't bring her here to revive.

And I don't think that's a good idea, Severus.

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[emptyyourself]

[Despite his previous cavalier attitude (that is, the complete lack of discretion), with so many people in the infirmary, he was reluctant to give them any more ammunition.

Then again, he hadn't seen her in a week.]

Am I forgiven, then?

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[thegooddrjones]

Yes.

[And he was forgiven, but that didn't mean that she wasn't angry. She had loads to be angry for, and dying was one of them. But she hadn't seen him in a week and he'd been killed in front of her and this week was complete rubbish and damn it, she was kissing him, when he was her patient, again.

Oh well.]

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[emptyyourself]

[He allowed it to carry on for a moment, propriety or no, before pulling away. It was unlikely she'd be sacked for fraternizing with a patient (though he would have argued that, since the EMH had been the one to forcibly administer narcotics to him, he was its patient). He suspected, however, that it might make things awkward for interactions with her actual patients.

And there were still things to be said.]

If I thought for a moment you'd go, I'd ask you to come with me, you know.

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[thegooddrjones]

[Well, that was another thing wasn't it? After all, she had her family and her whole unlived life in her world, and however unfairly, Severus's life had come to a close. In her world she had the connections to make things better for him, legal papers and the like, but... Well, things were more complicated.]

I'd rather not visit you in Azkaban, you know. Jail house romances aren't really my thing.

[There was a quick flash of grin, and she sighed softly. Why on earth did this need to be so complicated?]

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[emptyyourself]

[While it was likely far easier to ask the Admiral to make things work in his world than hers, he didn't press the issue; Azkaban had nothing to do with her reasoning and he was well aware of it.]

I won't ask, in that case.

[There was a pause, followed by a not-unkind scoff.]

Most people only say they'll move heaven and earth for one another, you know. People will mistake us for the romantic sort.

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[thegooddrjones]

[Martha frowned--she didn't want to not go because she didn't love him, and if she didn't have her family waiting for her, than Martha would have gone gladly. But she couldn't do that to her mum and Tish and everyone else in her family whom she loved. And she knew, like him, that eventually she might come to resent him for that.

But she knew that she'd go with him if that was the only option that she'd had. If nothing else, she'd ask one of the Doctors to see if there would be a way for her to move of communicate between their worlds. Or the Admiral... that might work.

Martha's brain was working, and it showed on her face. She was going to solve this and fix it; she just didn't know quite how yet.]

I don't know about you, Severus Snape, but I am the romantic sort.

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[emptyyourself]

There's still time.

[He certainly wasn't going anywhere any time soon; though there had been some progress with Mozenrath, he was under no illusions that the end was in sight - and, despite Martha's romantic intentions, the more time ahead of them, the less he expected any of their schemes to matter.

Not that he would make mention of that particular thought to her. Still, to be thinking so far ahead what absurd when there were matters here to dealt with now.]

You aren't frightened, are you? Of Saxon?

[He was not referring to that man as the Master any longer.]

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[thegooddrjones]

[Martha frowned when he asked her if she was frightened of Saxon. It was a hard thing, because she both certainly was and definitely wasn't. After all, she'd brought him down, and she'd saved the world and she'd been able to keep herself alive while he had thrown everything that she could at her.

And then he'd tortured her to death, and she'd done something that she'd really regretted and he remembered all that now and she had very little doubt that he would suddenly decide that it was a very good idea that he should use it against her. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head.]

No, not really.

[Truth and a lie and it showed. After all, the last time she wasn't frightened enough of him, he'd nearly killed Judas while she watched... just because he could.]

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[emptyyourself]

[She was confused; well, it certainly was understandable. He knew some of her history with Saxon, and of what had happened here.]

The last time we talked of this, I told you not to allow him to continue to victimize you in memory. That does include all of his little torments, Martha. If you fear him, you give him control.

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[thegooddrjones]

I don't think this is the time or place, Severus.

[Martha always meant to seem all right in the infirmary, even when horrible things happened. With Severus here and the conversation they'd already been have, this was the closest that Martha had been to not all right, and she didn't want to talk about it, or Saxon, anymore. Later, maybe, but for now Martha had twenty people in the infirmary and she needed to focus on them.]

But I'll be fine, really.

[Reassuring voice, and a calm smile. Martha would be fine, eventually, even if she was a rather horrible liar.]

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[emptyyourself]

[He gave her a look that suggested he wasn't buying that argument for a second. It had been the time and place to settle their grievances with one another - and similarly to start snogging.

She hadn't wanted to talk about it in private, either - though a year before, she'd been quite willing to do so while he was sitting in a cell. Martha had a very strange definition of the appropriateness of any given time or place.

However, it wasn't the time or place to start arguing with her about it.]

Suit yourself.

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[thegooddrjones]

[Martha didn't want to talk about the Master in general. She didn't want to say that she'd felt like she'd practically summoned him up while she'd been talking to the Doctor about him, and now it just made her feel a bit ill. Also, she knew that they'd fought rather hard over him saying that she was simply dealing with a guilt complex, and that had made her angry.

A part of her wondered if guilt was giving him power over her as well.

Time focus on something else, then.]

Is one more day really so terrible?

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[emptyyourself]

Would you be more inclined to speak to me about this tomorrow?

[He tried to keep the doubt out of his tone, but it seeped in anyhow. He didn't think he had any grounds to push her regarding this - or anything else - at the moment, but...knowing her, she'd avoid it until it festered.

He waved his hand dismissively.]

Nevermind.

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[thegooddrjones]

[When he couldn't keep the doubt out of his tone, Martha sighed, because she didn't want to use their horrible fight and his lying to get out of something like this. It really wasn't what their relationship could ever be about, and really? It wasn't even fair for her to expect him to tell her things when she wouldn't do the same.

Martha believed in things being equal and fair and for a moment, the decision was on her face before she nodded and sighed.]

Tomorrow, when we're not in the infirmary, yeah?

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[emptyyourself]

I won't force you, Martha, but if you don't feel you can speak to me about it - today or tomorrow - find someone.

[He kept his tone neutral; she didn't need to feel he was using guilt to manipulate her into talking to him.]

Don't ignore it as you did last time.