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Ok here it is, the final chapter!

Martha skipped into the TARDIS and headed for the bench next to the console. The Doctor strode in behind her with a satisfied smile and tossed his overcoat into the nook of a coral support beam. Larson walked straight up to the console and stood with his arms crossed still looking dark and foreboding.

The Doctor winked at Martha as she plopped onto the bench and looked at the only other Time Lord in the universe. "Alright, Larson," he said excitedly pulling on a lever launching the TARDIS into the vortex, "I can't wait to show you Earth. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm rather fond of that little blue planet. After all, I did spend a lifetime there. Places can grow on ya like that. Oh, wait till you swim in its blue oceans, bask under its warm sun, oh and the food! Bananas! The best in the universe!"

At the mention of banana's, Martha hoped off the bench and quickly moved to the yellow box she'd sat by the ramp. "I'm not going with you," Larson said flatly. Martha froze in shock and slowly turned to look at the Time Lord.

"What?" the Doctor's face melted into pained confusion.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," the other Time Lord said with a voice tinged with anger.

"But, I thought…" was all the Doctor could manage.

"What? We were friends? No," Larson stated firmly, "You were my chance to escape. What did you say earlier? You were my only hope. That's it."

"Wha…Why?" the Doctor struggled to understand.

"I know what you did in the Time War," he eyes narrowed, "That it was you who ended it."

"You weren't there, Larson," the Doctor now defending himself, "You don't know what they became. How the war twisted them into something horrible. They didn't want to destroy just the Daleks, they wanted to destroy time itself."

"After what I've been through for the last thousand years, destroying time wouldn't have been so bad," Larson retorted, "Drop me off where I want to go and that will be the end of it."

Martha couldn't believe it. After everything they went through together, it was going to end like this. She felt awful for the Doctor as she watched him slump in defeat and direct the TARDIS to the planet Larson named. She hated seeing that pained, hurt expression on her friend's face.

When the TARDIS landed, Larson made for the exit without saying a word. It seemed like the longest trip Martha had ever taken. Larson held a steady glare on the Doctor who kept his eyes on floor, and Martha sat on the bench thinking of a hundred things to say. No one said a word.

"Larson," the Doctor called out softly. Larson stopped and turned slowly around like he didn't really want to hear what the Doctor had to say. The Doctor slowly approached the other Time Lord and offered his sonic screwdriver. "I want you to have this," he said, "Take it. Please."

Larson studied the Doctor's face a moment then took the sonic and dropped it in his coat pocket. "You have my thanks for helping me escape, but that's as far as it goes. I'll never forgive you for what you did to Gallifrey. Don't come looking for me, Doctor," he warned, "as far as you're concerned, I don't exist."

The Doctor's mouth opened slightly in heartbreak and he nodded once. Larson abruptly marched out of the TARDIS, slamming the door behind him. Martha wiped away the tears that streamed down her cheeks as the Doctor slowly turned around, walked somberly to the console and sent the time machine back into the vortex without a word.

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The Doctor had been moping around the TARDIS for days. Martha was really getting worried because she had never seen him like this, not for this long. At first, she thought it was best to leave him alone for a while, give him some time to himself. She kept tabs on him as he'd silently sit on the bench in the console room, staring blankly at the controls. Or he'd sit on the floor in the Wardrobe Room with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head in his hands.

When she found him sprawled out across the floor in the Library like someone had punched him in the jaw and knocked him flat, Martha panicked. His stared up at nothing and she had to slap him across the face to snap him out of it. That was when Martha decided to keep trying to talk to him. It seemed to be working as she was able to finally persuade him to land the TARDIS on a nice planet somewhere. A change of scenery would do him some good. Only now she faced the next dilemma, the Doctor stubbornly refused to leave the TARDIS.

He told her to go explore on her own, and she did consider that a breath of fresh air would do her some good. But when she stared out at the beautiful, but alien landscape from the TARDIS door, she didn't feel too comfortable venturing out into the strange world without the Doctor. Oh well, at least he was talking now, she thought.

The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS console with a solemn expression and his arms crossed. Martha looked around the room and saw the yellow box. She'd forgotten about it. Again. Quickly, she bound over to the box and brought it back to the console.

"I almost forgot about this," Martha said as perkily as possible as she sat the box down at the Doctor's feet. She saw a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. The first spark of his old self she'd seen in days. She smiled as she opened the box and pulled out the Doctor's favorite fruit, not too brown and not too green. Perfectly ripe. She offered the banana to the Doctor. "I got these for you," she said sweetly.

At first the Doctor just stared at the banana blankly, and then a smile cracked across his face as he took the fruit. Martha's smile grew wider as she saw the Doctor coming around…finally! He drew in a deep breath and nodded with a smile as if he'd made in internal decision. Suddenly, he grabbed Martha up in a tight hug that she happily returned.

"Thank you, Martha Jones," he said happily, "Thank you."

He sat her down and released her. "You're welcome, Doctor," she smiled and then turned a bit solemn. "Listen," she spoke carefully, "I just want you to know that I'm sorry…about…but it's important to move on with your life."

The Doctor felt proud to have Martha as a friend and his expression showed it as he looked upon her. "I know, and I am," he said. She beamed as he eagerly peeled the banana and took a generous bite.

"Alright," he said through a mouth stuffed full of banana. "Raporphius Minor," he continued once he swallowed and looked at the TARDIS door, "What do you say we go have a look?"

The Doctor offered Martha his arm and she happily slipped her hand into the crook his elbow. The Doctor was back. Her Doctor, and she knew everything was going to be alright.

A/N: thanks for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Please feel free to leave a review, I will still read and answer them :)