June 6th, 2007

doctor/martha wet tenmartha

for theatrical_muse: Describe Your Perfect Day

Martha's legs dangle over the edge of the ruined building where they're sitting. She has a can of a soft drink from the 32nd century in her hand, and a bit of a wistful look on her face.

"That time we went on that picnic, you remember?" she says, "There was that chicken you'd gotten us, and that strawberry fizzy drink. You told me that nothing beat fried chicken for picnics, which is true. We just talked a lot, I liked that."

She doesn't mention it's also because he didn't mention her the entire day, that it was one of the first times it had just been them and their conversation, and their trip, but he knows. He knows how much it hurts her, and he's tried to stifle it, but he can't. Rose is always there, looming over his shoulder.

And, even now, sitting on a building top in the year 3145, Rose is still looming, still waiting, still perching, and it stains the trip for Martha, and he wishes he could fix that.

He takes a breath and nods, flipping through the next page of Men Are From Mars, the 31st Century Edition. The sum knowledge of the human emotional system, in easy-to-read format with user-friendly print. It's really quite fascinating, and he's decided to go through the book with Martha, despite her many, many protests.

"Right," he says, "Now, uh, 'Did you have any childhood pets'?"

"I don't think so," she snaps, "If you're playing the 'getting to know your roommate' game from that book, that means you have to answer the question, too."

"What?"

"I've read the 21st Century edition, and I know it hasn't changed that much."

"But---"

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Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 995
Conceptual ideas from Martha Jones's wonderful prompt.