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Sorry haven't been on in a while but I'm currently working so not much free time on my hand. Thinking about doing a Torchwood fic next leave a comment or idea for me and I could weave it into what I have.


AN: April 18, 2008

I'm back for a while I had lost interest but I picked it up with new inspiration. My Labyrinth soundtrack (yes I happen to like the soundtrack got any problems with that!) and Gareth David Lloyd's sexy voice.
My TW fic is up too *May I Join In*. Please reviews are welcomed here and there.

Little Martha walked around the corner to her parents room were she heard strange noises coming from what was supposed to be a sleeping room. Peeking through the crack she saw her father and her mother doing things darks things forbidden things. Things that her mother warned her that she should never do until she was ready to. Slinking back to her room she dosed off to sleep and awoke sometime in the morn with her mother sitting in the comfy big old reading chair looking out the window at what seemed to be nothingness.

“I know what you saw Martha…she tried to disappear as her mother’s voice echoed softly in her ears… and I can only say this. There are some somethings in life that are complicated to explain why you do them but you just do because if it will bring you some small tiny speck of happiness you will do it. Even if it tears you apart you do it for the ones you love because it is a deed that is born out of urgency and let downs by the very society that you are apart of. There world can be a very cruel place and you only have to choices love to live in it or…”she jumped as the main door slammed closed. Clive was home and there would be no refusal tonight. She was young but clever and she couldn’t help but think her mum felt sad but she had just said she was happy as she walked out of the room Martha shrugged her shoulders. While she understood human emotion the very concept of the complexities of human society and behavior confused her.

Adeola tugged on her baby cousin’s shirt but Martha wouldn’t move. She was captivated by the argument going on in front of her to play now.

“You can’t say you didn’t Clive! They look just alike! Just a fucking like! Like twins Clive! Twins! The older she gets the more she looks they look alike! She wasn’t enough no you just had to have the babysitter too!”
“You’re the one who hired Annalise!”
“Not for you to FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!!!”

A vase that had been a gift to her mum on the day that she was born had now shattered beside her father’s head and his only response was to advance on her. He couldn’t remember when but Martha lay on the floor blood coming out of her mouth spitting four baby teeth on the floor. Francine rushed to her side cradling her daughter’s head. She didn’t think any harm would ever come to any child she had born from her womb not while she was to protect them.

“I want a divorce.”

Martha stared at Adeola her life had gone from wonderful to hell filled in just a few years.

Martha awoke by herself in bed she stroked the side of the bed were the Doctor’s body print had been and she absent mindedly stroked the spot and found that it was not cold as was his normal body temperature but hot blazing hot she rolled onto it. It was the cure for the cold painfully lonely ache in her bones tucking her hand under his pillow she pulled out a bouquet of gardenias they were so beautiful. The very scent of them made her long to be home in her mother’s arms before the problems began. She had learned a lot since then and she knew what sort of unhappiness life could bring. They also made her think of another very bittersweet time.

The Doctor had taken her to this wonderfully beautiful planet were half the land was covered in flowers and the other half was beautiful white sandy beaches with dolphins swimming in the ocean. She was at a loss for words as he named the flowers as they walked she saw a butterfly and followed it falling down a waterfall into a pool of crystal blue waters below. Swimming in it she felt more peace than she had ever felt in her life. The Doctor came to her shoes and socks off trouser legs rolled up coat off tie off he might as well been naked. They swam around for a while with the dolphins until they went ashore. There he wrapped his coat around her and stroked her wet hair that had curled up a stray strand fell between her eyes and he wiped it away lingering longer than he should have.

“Are these like alien dolphins or are they Earth dolphins?” never taking his eyes from her he began to describe in detail how the dolphins from Earth came here.

“When I was little mummy and I went to the beach and saw dolphins I told her that they were speaking a language we didn’t understand and turns out I was right.” He kissed her and it caught her off guard making her dizzy and drunk with lust. Before she could comprehend she was naked crying out in passionate foreign tongues. She felt as though she had been dropped in the eternal fire he told her about the eternal fire that he had watched so often burn as a child. After hours of desire he dressed and walked away from him as though nothing had happened between them.

“Martha get dressed.”

She dressed and sat right where she was he was going to talk to her whether he liked it or not.
“Right then where to next?” he looked around she was still sitting there just staring at him with her hair lose and fly about in the wind she reminded him of someone who he love long ago. Gladrielle His beloved lady how beautiful and stone like she became once she put her foot down about something.

“Are you going to get and come with me?”
She sat there staring up at him eyes searching his face making mental notes about him in her mind as if she were a cat watching something waiting for a right time to try for it.
“Well come along.”
He could see in the way she cocked her head to the side that she was intent of whatever she was after. It had to be something he could give her some explanation but he came up with nothing.
“Martha. Get Up. Let’s Go.” He was angry he knew he shouldn’t have been but he didn’t want to touch on whatever it was that she was thinking. A small voice from deep inside said leave her here just walk away and never look back but an even smaller voice from deep inside talk to her tell her tell her the truth. He ignored both of those nagging voices and decided to do it on his own.

“That’s how it is then. Is it really? You tow us your companions around like dogs.” Her voice was cold full of distaste as she stared at him never blinking.
“I’m not your bloody hound.” Was all she said before turning her back on him.


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John Barrowman is sexy and so Is Gareth David Lloyd!!!!!