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// Leanne Jones (unrequitedjones) wrote in silverage,

"Oh," Martha said quietly, not able to hide how much this upset her. "So it wouldn'ta mattered anyhow."

She skulked around the TARDIS consul for minute, absently running her fingers over some buttons. The Family of Blood seemed like it had been ages ago. "I thought maybe you might have turned yourself human again," she said, more to herself than the Doctor. She realised he hadn't answered her question about existing in the same place and time, but if all the rules had been broken. "So what happens to my family then? They never hear from me again? Or does the same Martha-" she couldn't help but shudder at the idea of a clone!Martha. "Does the same Martha that helped you with Sally Sparrow go on to do ... the things she does?" Things Martha only had a vague idea of.

"Is it wrong?" she burst out, "to want to know? All Donna would tell me is that I leave of my own accord, and that ... well, the rest of of it, but she didn't tell me anything else, said it wasn't right to. Well, if she's got memories of Martha that never happened, because I never had them, then how's it so wrong to know?" She didn't have a folding chair to sit on this time, so she just leaned against the railing, arms crossed, staring defiantly at the Doctor.