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A/N: Okay, guys. Here's the FINAL CHAPTER. *claps one hand over mouth* Wow, I can't believe it! O_O

Summary: Martha and the Doctor travel to 1559, where they meet up with alien pirates. These vicious pirates have only one goal in mind, which happens to involve the deaths of hundreds. Can the Doctor stop them, when he's not doing so well himself? DoctorWhump.

Epilogue

When Martha next opened her eyes, she was alone in the TARDIS. The time machine's engines purred comfortingly all around her, and its interior's warm colors were comforting. In fact, these distractions momentarily disorientated her. She sat up slowly and rubbed the red mark on her cheek, caused from pressing her face against the grating that made up the floor, and tried to remember what she was doing here. Something about the Voyagers, and finally getting off their ship. Panic, confusion. Excruciating sadness.

And then she remembered.

James's death. He had leapt in front of her, preventing Oohberăn from assimilating her. Then the Doctor had done something clever with his sonic screwdriver, and Oohberăn and his cronies had disintegrated away into nothingness. Martha shuddered as she remembered the look of horror that had come into the Doctor's eyes, how he had tried to comfort her. It wasn't just her who would mourn James's death. The Doctor hadn't known 'Jamie-boy' very long, but he had already become relatively close to him.

Getting slowly to her feet, feeling like she had been aged hundreds of years, she glanced round the control room. There was no sign of the Doctor. He had left her here alone, going off to who knew where. Apparently he'd managed to locate the TARDIS aboard the Voyager ship, after she'd passed out. And now that she thought about it, there was no sign of Queen Elizabeth or Sir David, either.

Gritting her teeth together with determination, she walked towards the wooden doors. She planned to go out and find the Doctor, negotiate some way to help poor James. But it turned out that she didn't even have to leave the TARDIS. Before she reached the twin doors, they burst open, the Doctor charging recklessly inside. He slammed them behind him, eyes wild. "Nearly got me that time, Liz! Better luck next time, eh?" he panted, to no one in particular. Then he noticed Martha, and paled. "Martha," he murmured gravely.

"Doctor," she whispered, afraid to speak any louder, in case her voice broke. "Where's…where's Queen Elizabeth, Sir David?" A third name popped into her brain, but she stubbornly shoved it away again.

"You've been out for a bit." He didn't seem to want to meet her eyes. "I took care of the Voyager ship, towed it out into space where it'll harmlessly collide with the sun. And as for the scouts that fled…well, I always wondered where those rumors of hairy beasts roaming the countryside came from. Well, not really. I've actually never heard any of the rumors, but it's only a guess what will happen. They'll all die out eventually." He winced. "Er…sorry. Poor choice of words. Anyway, that was just me getting rid of, er, sending Her Majesty and Sir David back into Buckingham Palace. Sir Davey threw an ax at me, but he missed." The Doctor grinned, then his contented expression slipped as he finally looked at her.

"What about James?" Martha breathed, choking on the name.

The Doctor looked solemn. "Ah…took him home. To his family. Three sisters and a brother. Their parents died a while ago, so it's just them. They'll have services, that kind of thing." He stopped for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his voice was uncharacteristically gentle. "I told them that he died in battle, defending queen and country. He died with honor, Martha. Lots of it."

She stubbornly raised her face towards his, refusing to break down. "This is a time machine. Can't we just go back and…make it so he never died?" she asked hopelessly, somehow already knowing the answer.

He shook his head kindly, seeming to understand what she was going through. "I'm so sorry, Martha. I really am. But you know it doesn't work that way."

Martha swallowed hard, putting on a brave smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. Sorry."

"Think nothing of it. No, really. Nothing at all." He grinned at her, then casually put one arm round her shoulders, guiding her towards the console. "Come on. I think I know just the thing to get your mind off things."

The mansion was large and forlorn. Vines climbed all over its large metal gate, showing that the place hadn't been cared for in quite some time. Spread all across the tangled front lawn was a collection of worn statues, faded gray with time. They were angels, wings hunched behind them and hands lightly covering their weeping faces.

Martha stepped from the TARDIS, brow creasing. She folded her arms against the nippy breeze, glancing at their dismal surroundings. "So where's this, then?" she asked in a thick voice, clearing her throat. She wouldn't cry. Definitely not. At least, not until she was alone.

The Doctor patted down the front of his coat, looking bemused. Then he reached into its folds, triumphantly pulled out a translucent blue folder, and waved it in the air. "Ah-ha! Just what we were looking for, eh?"

Martha simply stared at him. After all that had happened, she wasn't really in the mood for guessing games. "Doctor. Tell me what we're doing here," she said patiently.

His lively expression fell, until he resembled a puppy she had just kicked. "Don't you remember this folder? The oh-so-important folder given to me by a perky blonde and her astonished -looking bloke with the carton of milk?"

"No," she replied shortly. "I've been sort of busy since then." She could feel a headache coming on, and bitterly rubbed her aching temple. She was trying her best to block out the image of the smudged face and brilliant green eyes that kept trying to pop into her mind. God. Oh, James. If I'd had any choice, I wouldn't have let you die, she thought, blinking back the tears she could feel burning her eyes.

"–rtha?" The Doctor was peering down at her with concern, and Martha shook her head to tune back into his manic flow of words. "I said, are you all right, Martha?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm…fine," she answered him, once again clearing her throat. James wouldn't want her to be sad about him forever. It would be better to dwell on her happy memories of him, and keep them close to her heart. And that was what she would do.

The Doctor rocked back on his heels, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Er…we can always cancel this little trip, if you want," he said reluctantly. "Go someplace else. Maybe the Peaceful Planet. Welllll, it's actually called Doogānndoola, but 'the Peaceful Planet' is much more easier on the tongue, I think. Not that Doogānndoola is actually called Doogānndoola yet. Much less the Peaceful Planet. It's actually called Traknekk. Will be for another, oh, century or so?"

Martha couldn't help smiling a little at his antics, glancing nonchalantly towards one of the angel statues. Her eyes widened. "Is it just me, or is that statue just a bit closer than it was earlier?" she asked guardedly.

"But we could always skip past the Traknekk business and go straight to the Doogānndoola, which makes plenty of sense to me. Unless you like Traknekks. Though they're a bit slimy for my tastes." The Doctor paused, as though realizing that his companion had been speaking to him. "Um…what was that, Martha?"

She pointed. "That statue. Over there. I thought I just saw it…move."

The Doctor simply grinned, shaking his head. "Don't be preposterous. Quite an imagination you've got, Martha Jones."

She planted both hands on her hips. "But you haven't read that file yet, have you? You don't know what's going to happen. And besides, I think I remember seeing a picture of a statue just like those in there earlier."

The Doctor blinked twice, cheery grin seeming frozen. "That's…that's…I think you're right, Martha. I'd better look into that." He hastily opened the folder and began flipping through the various clippings and handwritten notes, walking towards the mansion at the same time.

Suppressing a shudder and glancing one last time at the eerie sculptures, Martha followed him into the unknown.

So…yeah. That was supposed to lead up into the beginning of Blink. So this story was before that episode, but also after. If that makes sense to all of you. lol Anyway, thanks to all of you for sticking with me during this fic. Keep an eye out for more whumpy stories of mine, because countless others are sure to follow. :P Oh, and please review one last time if you get the chance!