Title: XIX.
Pairing: The Doctor/Martha
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 19. This isn't about you at all.
Disclaimer: Belongs to the Beeb, who coincidently also own my soul.
"It's me, isn't it?" she asks, and her voice has switched to serious so quickly it's very like a slap in the face. "Cause I'm not her."
Her? It takes him a minute to wrap his head around what she's just asked him. Well, clearly she's decided what he can't make up his mind on (his feelings) and she's equated that (lack of) response to a specific reason (Rose.)
"I never wanted you to be Rose," he replies, firmly. "Rose was Rose. Is Rose. If you were her, well, you wouldn't be Martha."
He grins widely because he thinks that's complimentary. She looks at him like he's completely insane.