And So It Goes Part 2

[galadriel1010]

Author's note: Martha's turn. After what she said to Donna, I don't think she'd keep this from Tom

Doctor Tom Milligan accepted a drink from the mysterious young woman he’d been dating for a month now. Miss Martha Jones had appeared in his life as one of the biggest surprises ever. He was immediately attracted to her warm, bubbly personality and her exuberant confidence, not to mention she was gorgeous. The strange thing was that she seemed to know him, and in a way he recognised her.

She smiled as she settled into the other chair in her small flat and toasted him, “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, and very small, and I’ve not got any stuff. Someone blew my old flat up.” She covered her mouth nervously, as though trying to snatch back the words

He laughed and was going to respond with something like ‘Don’t worry, I was a med student too not long ago’, until the last comment. “Whoa, someone blew up your flat?”

She nodded, like she’d intended to say it, rather than like it had slipped out, “Harold Saxon. Shortly after declaring me public enemy number two, whatever Jack says.”

“He was insane.” He managed; shocked at the casual way she said it

“Trust me, I noticed. He held the world a prisoner for a year, it was awful. That’s why he named us public enemies, because we were the only ones who could stop him.”

“What are you talking about?” He asked in shock, “A year, why don’t I remember it?”

She swallowed, seeming to regret it now, “Yeah, look, I travelled with this man called the Doctor. We travelled in time and space, as far as the end of the universe, but we sort of found Saxon at the end of the universe, and he beat us back. We came back, Jack and the Doctor were held prisoner for a year and I walked the Earth, telling people about the Doctor so that he could tap into the Archangel Network and break Saxon’s mind control. At the end of the year, because it was all a paradox, time reset itself, so it didn’t happen.”

“You’re not making a lot of sense.” He frowned, “But I believe you. God only knows why, but I believe you.”

“Yeah, it didn’t make much sense when it was happening.” She smiled gratefully

“So why are you telling me?” he asked

“Because… Because I met you, during that year, we travelled together for a bit…”

“I died?”

She swallowed, “Yeah, you tried to save me.”

“So you thought you owed me one?” he smiled gently

“Hey!” she nudged him, “I’m the reason you’re alive, and I bought you dinner.” They laughed, but she became serious again, “I still have nightmares about the things I saw, the death and destruction.”

“So if I took you to bed tonight…” he smirked at her in a way that reminded her of a certain Captain

“I don’t know, it might just get rid of the nightmares.” She smiled as he pulled her upright and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her gently and possessively

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Thank you for listening.”