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4. An Old Friend

"Blimey Doctor, this place looks deserted. How long have these eggs been boiled!?, they're certainly not edible anymore" Martha asked The Doctor.

"Ehhmm..." He thought about it for a moment and then answered timidly. "I'd say three weeks?"

"THREE WEEKS! Why would you boil so many if you don't eat them, everyone knows that unboiled eggs are longer preservable."

"I ehmm only noticed that they were boiled yesterday and haven't gotten around cleaning them yet."

"How can you boil eggs without noticing?"

"The Timey-Wimey Detector?" He answered timidly again.

"Why would you take that into the kitchen?" She asked.

"I didn't, I was relocating it, among other stuff and I must've walked past the kitchen a bit too closely." He shrugged.

She shook her head and threw away the eggs.

"We've got stale toast." She told him, "And that's it, have you ever even heard of shopping!?"

"I was planning on doing some shopping yesterday. But that plan fell a tiny bit into the water." He admitted. "Or in the gravity stabilisers, depends on what you like."

"That has been going on the whole day?" Obviously, she was not letting it go so easily.

"The better part of the afternoon." He admitted.

"And what have you been doing in the morning, besides, I hope, eating breakfast?" Martha asked him.

"The dishes?" He answered timidly once again, he didn't know why but Martha was in a bad mood and he knew that he had to be careful, as he had learned ages ago that an angry Martha Jones wasn't good for the health.

"Then why are there still a lot of unwashed plates standing on the counter? And what happened to that automated dishwasher you used to have?"

He looked at his feet and took a deep breath, memories of Donna flooding him for the second time in two days.

"I got interrupted while doing the dishes." He said in a very low voice, so low that Martha had trouble understanding it, and had she just heard tears in his voice?

"How do you mean interrupted?" She decided to just leave it, that and the fact that he hadn't told her what happened to the automated dishwasher.

"Ehmm," He looked at her again, "eeeehm, I might've gotten interrupted?" He blushed.

"You already said that, with what?" She tried again, gathering from his reaction that he was embarrassed about it, this made her only the more curious as of what happened.

"It's not important." He tried, his face was really red, she could hear that the TARDIS was snickering, definitely embarrassing she concluded.

"The TARDIS apparently doesn't seem to think so." She said referring to the snickering.

"Ehhm." He looked down again. "Ibrokeaplateandhurtmyselfdoingthat!" He said so fast that she couldn't understand it and that said something as she was used to his previous selves talking like ten-thousand words an hour.

"What was that?" She asked him.

He looked at her shyly.

"Go on, Doctor." She crossed her arms waiting for it, he took a deep breath and repeated slowly.

"I broke a plate and hurt myself doing that." He looked down in embarrassment, waiting for her to burst out laughing, but that didn't happen, she just frowned.