When Martha entered the room, she found a stranger standing by the window and watching the rain outside. He didn’t turn around, but his familiar voice was a dead giveaway: “Don’t bother turning round on your heel, Miss Jones. You can’t run from me. So why don’t you just sit down and we talk like civilised people, shall we?”

She pursed her lips, scanning Martha up and down, her dark eyes glittering with malice. “You’ve certainly got the legs for it, I’ll give you that... Martha, wasn’t it? Or it will be. When you grow up to be somebody. You can call me Missy. Used to be The Master, but I’ve gone and gotten myself an upgrade... I wonder if you remember me?”

He ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair, momentarily avoiding Martha's gaze by staring up at the ceiling, before he forced himself to look at her again. "I was clear with you from the beginning that I wasn't looking for anything like that. I mean-... I never-... When I met you I was... broken. I was shattered. And what I needed more than anything was a friend. You came into my life at exactly the right time for me. You were exactly the sort of person I didn't know I needed, to stop everything in me from just... imploding. Completely, and irrevocably falling apart... You were exactly the right person, Martha Jones, at exactly the right time, and I loved you. I really did. I still do. But... not in that way. And I'm sorry I wasn't able to be that same right person, at the right time, in the right way for you. I-... I'm sorry, Martha. Really, I am."

ROSE   LETS   OUT   A   DEEP   EXHALE  ;      ❝     is   it   broken   ?      if   not   ,      i’m   about   ready   to   go   .       ❞      she’s   squirming   in   her   sit   ,      ignoring   the   pain   moving   her   arm   too   quick   causes   ,      her   nerves   on   edge   as   she   sits   on   the   examination   bed   .      the   last   time   she’d   been   in   a   hospital   ,      really   been   in   one      -      she’d   been   surrounded   by   cat   nuns   .      and   that   was   enough   to   turn   her   off   them   for   some   time   .            ❝     ‘s   nothing   against   you   ,   @mrthajones​   ,     promise   .        just   not   a   fan   of   hospitals   ,      is   all   .      unit   run   or   otherwise   .        ❞

The combination of chocolate and Martha seemed to be working together to betray him that evening. The young doctor's words came floating over the heads of the crowd, and The Doctor spun around, shocked, sucking in a sharp breath and an enormous strawberry right along with it. He immediately started to choke. Coughed. And managed to spit a massive red gob right onto the shoes of the very nice woman Martha had been chatting with. The Doctor wheezed, giving Martha a very pointedly incredulous look, before turning to the woman he'd spat chocolate strawberries on and smiles. "Sorry about that," he spluttered. "I forgot, I'm....... allergic. Very nice shoes, by the way..."

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