selfrespecting: (walking away)
Martha Jones ([personal profile] selfrespecting) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2013-09-12 02:23 pm (UTC)

Martha, on the other hand, had grown up in a stable family. Not completely stable, but at a younger age both of her parents had been around, and even after the divorce they'd both remained in her lives. Not to mention that she had two siblings flanking her on either side of the age spectrum, which was a comfort all on its own. That stability was what had given her the wherewithal to travel with the Doctor. Her independence stemmed from a place of comfort, rather than necessity.

She followed after Blake, smiling at that joke. He definitely had some shining points burrowed away under that reserved front of his, and while she'd known that even before jumping into a dream world with him, this emphasized it. She caught a bright beam of light from the sun peeking out from behind one of the skyscrapers and got the feeling that it came from him, not her.

As Blake explained, Martha kept her attention on him, nodding along all the while. The nightingale went to join the robin and soon they were flying circles around each other, mingling in their air while they did the same on foot.

She wasn't all that surprised that Blake's job involved doing good for the community. The two of them weren't so different in that sense. Humanitarians, trying to be of some help to the people around them. And Blake wasn't the kind to brag about it, either. He'd only brought it up because she'd asked, after all.

Before Martha could say anything, the robin swept down again to chime in, dropping a bombshell all of a sudden. He'd lost his parents? Blake soon explained, and while he wasn't crystal clear about it, Martha could put the pieces together. He'd grown up in an orphanage. She paused and stepped up to the gravestones, looking over them silently, solemnly.

"I'm so sorry," she said, and it wasn't as if the words were spoken purely out of obligation. She meant them.

But the nightingale interrupted then, landing on one of the gravestones. It fluttered out its feathers and bobbed its head to the side. "No point in feeling guilt about it. You know it's impossible to go back and change something like that."

Of course Martha knew. But that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

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