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// Leanne Jones (unrequitedjones) wrote in silverage,

"Doctor," Martha breathed, accepting the invitation and running into his open arms. She held tightly for as long as she dared, then pulled away, wiping her eyes with her shirt.

"I knew you'd come," she said. "But where have you been? Why didn't you come with me? The last thing - the last thing was the Angels, and you were mentioning how they like to live you to death, and then I was holding your hand, and then I wasn't, and it's been days, and I have a job filing papers, but I live with Donna, so it's not too bad, but I'm talking too much, and you came! And that's really the important bit."

She looked around, and laughed, "Hasn't changed a bit, has it? You just run off and get along without all of us someday, don't you?"