#11martha

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The Eleventh Doctor, Martha Jones, and Riley Vashtee (Eleventh Hour AU)

The Doctor swallows. “I can get rid of the bowtie if you don’t like it. The rest of it is kind of…stuck the way that it is.”

Martha shakes her head. “I don’t care what you look like, or if you decide to wear the dorkiest clothing in the world. I care that you died alone.”

There’s a lump rising in the Doctor’s throat. A sense of love, reciprocated. A sense of care. It is so rare that he has someone that worries about him like this, someone who cares, cares as he does, cares as a Doctor does, that messy mix of personal and professional, vocation and devotion.

This body regenerated with them in mind. It regenerated closer to them in age, just slightly. It regenerated worried if they’d see him.

"I was thinking of you when I died," the Doctor says, and as he speaks, he cannot help himself. He leans into Riley's touch, into the tenderness of his calloused hands. "I was so sorry that I couldn't get to you to say goodbye."

Martha reaches out to take his hand in hers. Their hands fit together differently. This body hasn’t yet had an opportunity to gather callouses on its palms. But the Doctor hopes so desperately that Martha will be willing to let him find the new ways they can work. "Well," she says, and her voice is tight as she says, "You're here to say hello."

And that, in itself, is the sign that the Doctor dared to hope for. Finally, after all his worry, after all his fear, a greeting. An offering inward. "Hello," he says, squeezing her hand gentle in his, "I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and eight years old. And though I've got a new body, I'm still very much in love with Martha Jones and Riley Vashtee."

-aletterinthenameofsanity, everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name

Stars hide your fires, these here are my desires

And I won't give them up to you this time around

And so I'll be found with my stake stuck in this ground

Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul

-Mumford & Sons, Roll Away Your Stone

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