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// Leanne Jones (unrequitedjones) wrote in silverage,

Martha positively glowed when the Doctor called her brilliant. And she'd left him her cell phone! If only she'd grabbed it when they stepped out to see where they'd landed. If only it had been in her pocket with the Angels. Then she could have called him and avoided this whole mess. She'd called her mum several times from all over space and time!

"Does it still work?" She asked, picking it up and running her fingers over the keys. "I mean, could I call my mum, let her know I won't be home for a while? Or can you eventually get us back?" The true reality that she might never see her family again hit her and she again fought off tears.

"Oh, you know," she said with a scoffing laugh. "Been avoiding the race riots, been sorting papers at this job Donna got me since I can't type fast. There's a guy named Jack I'm supposed to know? And Gwen and Ianto? But I haven't come across them yet. Or any of the other Doctors - which, how can you do that, exist in the same place at the same time? Isn't that really bad for you, running into yourself, crossing your own line?"

The Doctor had told her some stories, explained some of the rules of time travel while she'd been with him, but it was still incredibly confusing to her. She just went along with it, because well ... why not?