And as we say our last goodbye... I nearly do.
Martha Jones is leaving at last.
It's time. Far, past time. She waited as long as she could. Martha has her backpack ready, her antiboitics stocked up, and she's ready.
She's been ready.
Well, she would leave, but she has to say goodbye first to certain individuals. So she waits by the door with an Irish coffee in her steady hand.
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It's time. Far, past time. She waited as long as she could. Martha has her backpack ready, her antiboitics stocked up, and she's ready.
She's been ready.
Well, she would leave, but she has to say goodbye first to certain individuals. So she waits by the door with an Irish coffee in her steady hand.
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He gets over the initial surprise - and worry and disappointment - fairly quickly, masking it all with a smile as he starts toward her. "Going somewhere?"
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So maybe she does know why.
"Yeah. Figured... it was about time, you know."
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"Probably true. Not like I can complain without being hypocritical, running back out into wars all the time..."
But it's different. For one thing, he can't die. He's much too aware of how mortal Martha is, and it scares him.
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She's quiet for several moments before she looks up at him.
"I wasn't going to leave again until I found you, but I thought I'd better get ready..." Martha reaches her hand out to touch his knee, softly. "I had to tell you... thank you. For everything." She smiles, faintly. "I think you might be the most amazing person I've ever met."
The way he watched out for her through it all. Martha hadn't thought for a second that it would be the end, that she would die... not here, not with Jack looking after her like that.
"And I wanted to say that I'm sorry, too, for everything that I put you through, even though I know I didn't have any control over it. I still wish that you hadn't... been forced to see me like that. To have to worry like you did, put all your energy into that when the Inn should be... much more relaxing."
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"Where have you been?"
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"Out. For once." And then Logan shrugs, because he realizes she'd figured out that much. "And not in Canada either. Some academy for mutant kids."
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"I had guessed that. It's good that you were out. Though I didn't figure you for the school type."
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"Yeah. Well. You're right. I ain't going to it. I'm just there cause some kid thought it'd be a good idea to stow away in my car after I got kicked out of the bar." He shakes his head. "And then some guy called Magneto goes 'n sends his lackey to try and kill me. Next thing I know these mutants in leather outfits with a jet show up and we're headin' for their little school."
He's leaving out the fact that he was unconscious for most of this.
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Depending on how sharp Martha's memory is, she might recognize the young man addressing her - or his face, anyway. But his voice has none of that pure resonance to it,* and even if the music had an appetite as humans understand them, it wouldn't eat vaguely dubious fish and chips.**
Martha's just the lucky person sitting near the front door.
*In fact, he sounds more vaguely Welsh than anything.
**To be fair, Imp wouldn't either, only he forgot to bring lunch with him. At least he didn't have to pay for it.
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And then she does place it and she can only mutter a soft, "Not again."
She raises her eyebrows, however, because he doesn't sound the same and it's not as if she's afraid of the Music. Not anymore. Still she's not about to take her chances so don't mind if she keeps her distance and doesn't let her guard down.
"Erhm... Yes?"
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He doesn't know what 'not again' is all about, but perhaps a chance to ask will present itself.
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Certainly, not the Music.
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"Ah, Miss Martha Jones!" He smiles and approaches her, "On your way out again?"
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"Yes, Doctor. 'fraid it's long past time that I was on my way." She's never one that could sit still for very long, even on doctor's orders. "Thought I'd stick around long enough to say my goodbyes though." Especially headed back into the world that she currently lives in. "How are you?"
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Five smiles widely to her, even goes so far as to pat her arm lightly, "You take care, when you go. We'll have to take another adventure sometime, perhaps even a bit of tea, too."
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Martha takes a slow sip of her drink.
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Finally, after sitting there for quite some time and realizing that perhaps he was just putting things off, he gets to his feet.
"Going so soon?" It's meant to sound light and evena little teasing and it does, at least for the most part.
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Martha works her lower lip beneath her teeth for a moment before looking up from her drink and nodding with a little smile.
"So soon? Feels like I've been here for ages." She really isn't one for sitting still for very long. "I've got... things to do after all." A world to finish travelling/
He already knows that, of course.
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Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he looks to the backpack. "Got everything you need in there? Medicine, food and all that?"
He's doing his best to keep the conversation light, at least for the moment.
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She glances at her backpack when he does and nods.
"Yes, 'course. Mostly food. And my antibiotics, I've still got to take them for another month or so." Stupid TB. It means she can't afford to lose the backpack or have it stolen or set it down for a moment, not for that month.
Losing the antibiotics means getting sick again and she definitely can't afford that.
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