CHRYSALIS

LOVE TALKS

It's quiet in the TARDIS, the Doctor is tinkering away within the console room while I read in my room.

There's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I call.

The door opens, and Martha is there. "Hey, you busy?"
I shake my head, sitting up on the bed, "What's up?"
She glances out before coming in and shutting the door.

"I wanted to talk about something."
I nod, patting the bed, "About what?"
"The Doctor." She sits.

I nod, a little confused.

"How long have you two been together?"
"Traveling together or together together?" I clarify.

"Both."
I shut my book, setting it on my nightstand. "Well, I started traveling with him in March of 2005, when he blew up my job. We traveled for two years straight together before the Battle of Canary Wharf. Then I took a break for a bit and ended up in that hospital, and well, you know the rest of that."

"What do you mean, blew up your job?" She furrows her brow.

"Long story, aliens were trying to take over the planet via mannequins. Anyway, why do you ask?"

She fidgets with her fingers, "No reason."
"Martha."
"Okay, so I may like him, but it's not like he'll notice, he's so obsessed with you." She admits.

I look at her, "He's not obsessed with me."

She gives me an exasperated look, "Please, even Shakespeare could see how in love you two are. 'You look at this man like he hung the moon and stars in the sky.' That's what he said. And then, when we were in the bedroom at the inn, his immediate reaction to the bed being small was to have you lie on top of him so we'd all fit. Who'd do that?"
I think for a second, "Yeah, that is weird."
"And after the hospital, when he was showing me the TARDIS, and you got mad at him for saying it was just him. He said: 'Oh, you know you're more than just a companion to me.' And then he kissed your palm all intimately. I thought you two were gonna start doing it right then and there." She laughs.
I realize something, "Hang on, you've been flirting with me, you seemed quite content to let your family think we were dating." I cross my arms.
She flushes, "Oh, right. Yeah, forgot about that. You were technically right when you said you were more my type. At least you're my type of woman."

I grin, "Well, if the Doctor ever kicks me out, you know who I'm calling." I wink.