a/n Right, folks, last stop (I think..) Hope you enjoy! Thanks everyone for your reviews! Thank you also to every one who favourited or alerted this story. It would be great to hear from some of you! –cough- review –cough-.
If you do review (pleeeeease) don't flame me for the utter confusey-ness of this chapter, because I will actually cry.
I hope this all makes sense slightly..
Keep your eyes out for a new story sometime after June 15th (after GCSES
--groan--) Anyway, on with the story!
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The Doctor grabbed the clamp from where it lay in the TARDIS's store room. He'd decided to go back for them, after he left Torchwood. After all, you never know when you need weightless clamps. He grinned at his own genius. God, he was good. He ran out of the TARDIS. Pointlessly, he looked around for Martha, even though he knew she'd already be inside. He ran in, darting past the cybermen in reception. Let them shout delete – nothing could stop him now. He ran towards the lift. He went to jump in only to be faced with – himself.
The Doctor looked at his watch. Ah. He hadn't realised that everyone would be travelling up at the same time he wanted to. He soniced the door shut, and the lift ascended again. He leant against the wall, trying to figure out his next move. Stairs. Only 48 floors. He could do with the exercise.
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"Ok. Only 47 floors." For a weightless clamp, it certainly was heavy. Cybermen were going to be here soon. Then the void would be open. He needed a plan B. He ran back down the stairs, out of the doors and back into the TARDIS. He went into the store room, and grabbed a gun. Violence was for apes. But it was the only way to save Martha that he could think of. He'd lost one person, on this very day in fact. He wasn't about to lose another.
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He made his way, slowly but surely, up to the 47th floor. It wasn't high enough, but he didn't have much time. If he was right, and he was always right, the void would be opening any minute. He quickly checked for Cybermen or Daleks, then pushed the clamp into position, then pressed the red button. He hung on for a while, not knowing when exactly the void would be opened.
He'd been waiting for around 5 minutes, when he heard lifeless, metallic screaming. It was open. He clung on as the breeze whipped him into the air. It was hard to know that upstairs, he was doing exactly the same thing, and so was Rose. But that was the past. This was now.
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Martha walked towards the stairs, her mouth slightly open in utter disbelief at what she had just seen. Rose – Rose sacrificed herself to save the world. And nobody knew. Nobody would ever know that one girl saved them. One small, ordinary human being made such a huge sacrifice. Tears formed in Martha's eyes. No wonder the Doctor loved her so much. No wonder Martha could never compare to her. She slumped against the wall, utterly exhausted by the mental and physical strains of today. Her shoulder throbbed gently, as if to remind her it was still there. She clutched it gently, and let sleep claim her. Before her eyes closed, she uttered one word. Doctor.
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The wind stopped, and the Doctor allowed himself to drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. He lay there for a moment, allowing grief to wash over him for a moment. He'd been through this twice. Twice. But now, he had something to live for. Some one. He got up slowly, and raced towards the top floor. He had a feeling that she'd be there. Curiosity killed the cat, they say.
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He found Martha near the door of the top floor. She was asleep, her cheeks streamed with tears, her arm bloody and her shoulder out of shape. The Doctor hurridly bent down. He placed his hand over her heart, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt its steady beat below his hand. He quickly moved his hand to her neck, to check the rate of her pulse. He heard footsteps. He was coming.
He scooped Martha up into his arms, and ran with her to the lift. He pressed the button, and the doors slid open slowly. He slipped inside, careful not to let Martha's feet hit the doors, and pressed the Ground Floor button. They needed to go home.
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Martha's eyes flickered open somewhere between the 25th floors and the 24th. The Doctor looked down at her, and his face broke out into a huge grin. He said three, little words that made her heart jump.
"My Martha Jones." Her lips curved into a smile, and she leant up to gently kiss his cheek. His cheeks reddened slightly. Martha grinned.
"Have you been holding me the whole time?" She asked with a smirk. The Doctor looked down at her, suddenly remembering that he was holding her. He put her gently down on the floor.
"Sorry." But he couldn't help grinning. Martha's face became serious.
"Doctor. I should be the one saying sorry. I saw." The Doctor nodded in response.
"And now you know." He stared at the doors, ending their conversation.
Near the 10th floor, Martha spoke again. "Did Rose – Did Rose die?" The Doctor shook his head.
"No. No. She is not dead, she is so alive. Her father caught her."
"How?" He shoulder began throbbing again, but she chose to ignore it.
"A while back, me and Rose went to a parralell universe. It was an accident, the TARDIS fell out of the vortex. But we got soaked in this background radiation type stuff, because we passed through the void. So.."
Martha listened, as the Doctor opened his hearts and told her everything.
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"Martha, this isn't a good idea. Your shoulder, its still not better." He pointed at her arm, which was done up in a sling. Martha told him that it would set her shoulder in the wrong position, but the Doctor simply asked who was the doctor here.
"Doctor, I don't walk on my shoulder. I need this, and you need to see this. We'll only be five minutes if you don't like it. Ok?" The Doctor hesitated.
"Martha. I can't do this. I can't – " His voice cracked, and he looked down at the floor. Martha put her good arm around him.
"Yes you can." She whispered. The Doctor looked up at her, and they both started walking towards their goal.
They were in a graveyard. They passed old tombs, and fresh granite headstones, glittering in the hazy afternoon. They were back in Martha's time, yet the pair were haunted in a way nobody else was about the Battle. People's lives moved on.
The two walked until they reached a wall. It was several feet long, like a war memorial. That's exactly what it was. A war memorial. Carved with names of the dead. Fresh flowers lay at the bottom of the memorial, and the Doctor couldn't help noticing one that read:
To Charlotte Alice Gardner
A loving mother
A fantastic wife
You never got to complete your life.
We miss you each and every day.
We only hope you found your way.
With love, my angel.
Mike and Baby David.
We'll never forget you.
The Doctor shut his eyes, and let tears trace their way down his face. Martha rested her hand on his shoulder, then wrapped her arms around his waist. The Doctor opened his eyes again, and allowed himself to read the names on the wall.
Michael Smith.
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Rose Marion Tyler.
Jacqueline Suzette Tyler.
His hearts broke when he read those names. He knew them so well. And now, they were gone.
He looked down at the flowers again, and saw more familiar names.
Jackie Tyler
I'm sorry for using you
I wish we could have been friends
Rose Tyler
I'm sorry for upsetting your mum
Rest In Peace
Love
Elton
Rose Tyler
You are the bravest girl I have yet to meet
Rest In Peace, darling girl.
Love
Harriet Jones
Rose
I can't believe you're gone.
You helped us so much, babes.
We both loved you.
Rest in peace.
Keesha and Jay.
The Doctor had to stop reading then. All the people they'd met together. Remembering her so kindly. The Doctor didn't bother closing his eyes. He just let the tears flow now.
Martha was bending over flowers that had been lain for Addy a few months ago. The flowers were withered and dead, but the message still laid there. Martha read it, and smiled. Someone had written Addy's favourite song. Martha remembered all the times she'd told her to stop singing it. Now Martha found herself singing, sobbing with grief. She'd been so busy. She hadn't even stopped working. Just carried on like nothing had happened. This was the moment she accepted Addy was gone.
You were once my one companion . .
. Wishing you
were somehow here again . . . Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
you were all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and
father,
then my world was shattered . . .
wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be
here . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help
me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . .
As Martha sang quietly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Then, the Doctor knelt down beside her, and sang quietly along with her, letting his grief pour out.
Wishing you were somehow here again . . . No more memories, no more silent
tears . . .
Passing bells and sculpted
angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you the wrong
companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past just die . . .?
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive, teach me to live . . .
give
me the strength to try . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help
me say goodbye.
Help me say goodbye..
Martha let her tears splash onto the paper, smudging the song. The Doctor helped Martha up, and the pair walked hand in hand towards the TARDIS, both sobbing softly, finally accepting their sadness. They needed this time, then they would be fine once more. After all, there were civilisations to save.
The End.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Writing the messages nearly made me cry! I know the beginning wasn't that great, but I really, really, really hope you enjoyed my little story. Don't forget to review!