What We Deserve

Part 24: Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig

I didn't bloody sleep at all last night.

What he bloody wrote in that file was...

Well it was everything now wasn't it?

Told the reader flat out how he felt.

Didn't expect me to read it though...so now my question is...

Do I confront him?

Or do I pretend I don't know and wait to see how long it takes him to express it all?

Neither is a favorable answer. I want to hear it direct from his mouth on his own terms, but with this new woman in the picture, I have a feelings it's been pushed off. He wrote that before he met that Alice woman and I highly doubt his feelings for me are still the same.

I went over and over the words he wrote in my mind all night.

They were his.

No doubt about it. It was the ramblings of an ADHD ridden maniac.

It was pure Max.

"Martha Jones? I heard yer leavin'." David lingers at the edge of my door, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leans against the frame.

"Alas, I am, Doctor." I say and he smiles and nods his head slowly.

"It was a bloody good get- Helen." He says calmly and he comes towards me and pulls me into a tight hug. "I'm gonna miss ya, Lass."

"Oh...well...I may be back. We can do another adventure or two." He pecks a sweet kiss to my forehead and pulls back.

"Nah- once ya leave the Tardis, ya done ferever. Can't have ya wastin' yer life in it- you'll miss the good stuff." He winks and dismisses himself. I continue packing my things and I'm rather saddened actually. I was here two months and these people are my friends. We got high together and laughed and cried- all the works. I hate thinking I'll never see them again.

We certainly aren't allowed to correspond with each other once we leave. It's just depressing really. I mean, who am I going to take LSD with and crawl about the house on all fours looking for the dog who knows the world's secrets?

Can't do those kind of things any more.

"Hey, Helen- I um...I made you this." Turning I find June holding out a clay bowl that's painted with purple sparkles and a green base.

"Oh, June that's lovely. Thank you. It'll hold my earrings on my nightstand. Thank you so much, Darling." I give her a hug and she smiles briefly before jetting off because she isn't always one for prolonged emotional interactions.

Getting my bag packed, the bowl nicely wrapped in a few of my clothes so it doesn't break- I pick it up and carry it down the hall with me. Everyone is standing there smiling and some crying a bit and as I set my bag down- they all come in for a tight hug. I begin to cry because this place is so special and I honestly do not want to go.

"I love you lot. So much. You've all done so much for me and I feel terribly sad to be leaving you all." I say and we separate slowly. Zay picks up my bag and takes it outside with me to the cabbie and puts it in the boot. "You- keep your chin up and do your best- you hear me? I'll be waiting for your new Reggae album to come out with a song dedicated to me- you hear?"

He smiles widely and begins to cry- folding himself into my body once more.

"Shhhh...it's okay. It's okay, Darling. You got this. I believe in you. Okay? You are going to get through the pain and get out of here. And—if you're ever in New York City- you find me at the Dam, okay? I'll show you all the hip places."