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Backwards in Time | Forwards in Time

Title: Don’t Breathe A Word
Fandom: Doctor Who (2007)
Characters: The Tenth Doctor & Martha Jones
Prompt: # 050 - Spade
Word Count: 409
Rating: G
Summary: Whatever power he’s got over me, he has it in spades.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who. Thank RTD and the BBC.
Author's Notes: Just a bit of a 10Martha snap-shot moment from Martha's point of view ...


He’s grinning at me.

That wide-eyed, manic and slightly eccentric grin of his that’s so adorable I want to run over there and snog him senseless.

Too bad he doesn’t think of me like that.

Oh, wait … he’s talking to me. What was that?

Where do I want to go?

Anywhere, I’ll say. I honestly couldn’t care less if we ended up in a lost dimension or back at Royal Hope Hospital.

Even another Intergalactic Space Station complete with freakily happy androids that are hell-bent on global domination would be fine by me today. I guess I’m just in one of those moods.

S’all his fault. What with the cheeky grin and the slightly reckless love for excitement that are way too contagious.

Oh, but I never answered, did I?

“Your choice, Doctor. I’m not fussed.”

‘Cause I’m not fussed. If I’m with him, then I’m good.

Brilliant, in fact.

I grin at him delightedly, and he’s off again, sprinting around the console like a bat out of hell.

How I love to see him like this. With his deliciously ruffled hair and boyishly excited eyes, that love for adventure and the only life he’s ever known shining like beacons within them. His brown suit’s slightly creased after yet another day’s ’run-for-our-lives’ shenanigans that apparently aren’t over yet, and I can’t help but laugh softly to myself.

It’s intoxicating.

It’s overpowering.

And I’m running around with him now, flicking switches when he indicates and twiddling dials and pressing buttons and … well, generally just flying his ship.

Who’d have thought it, eh? Martha Jones, Space and Time Traveller.

Ten years ago, if somebody had told me they could offer me the entire Universe - any place, any time - I’d have told them to hop on back to whatever mental home they’d escaped from.

But look at me now!

And I’m loving it. Loving it all; the travels, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the places, the aliens, the scares, the celebrations … the company.

I won’t pretend. And I won’t get my hopes up. I don’t expect him to return the favour, because … well, I just don’t think that that is who he is.

Who knows? One day, maybe, he’ll discover the truth. But until that day, this is perfect.

I’d never admit this out loud, so don’t breathe a word to anyone

But, whatever power he’s got over me, he has it in spades.


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