Who: Martha Jones, Simon Tam What: Medbay Chitchat When: Afternoon of the 10th Where: Complex Medbay Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
The unfortunate business with the other worlds had thrown Martha back a bit. Not of course, that she'd let anyone see it. Not even the Doctor. She was a UNIT Solider and that had taught her a lot about when it was the time and the place to grieve and remember and when the time came for action. And at some point really very soon, she would deal with the Master. Because it seemed to her like no one else would, and if she had to. She'd do it herself. Shoot him enough that he couldn't regenerate and it would be done and the world would be free of the monster that had destroyed her families life and destroyed the world if only for a little while. But Martha hadn't talked about her experiences when everyone else had. She'd stayed quiet and calm and gotten back to work in the medbay, unsure if anyone even knew she'd gone to that world, the world where it hadn't reversed, and all the carnage he'd caused was still there, still right in the heart of things.
She hated him, she hated him so much and The Doctor wanted to fix him.
Shaking the thoughts off Martha looked around the much quieter medbay. She'd been back and forth to the Tardis so many times lately she was getting a headache, but the Doctor was much better, the...Tardis woman was on the mend and things were actually starting to calm down. So wiping the few tears away that had fallen as she'd stood thinking Martha got to work listing supplies they needed for the medbay it was a usual Monday activity and one she didn't mind doing. She gave the list to Michael and he got to work on sourcing the stuff for the most reasonable price.
Their little Medbay worked suprisingly well, it wasn't hers, it was Simon's, he'd been the one to really make it his own, and she had her workspace in the Tardis but she enjoyed the work she did here. She was getting the chance to be a doctor, to be the person she'd always wanted to be and to help people, soon she would even help bring life into the world in the form of Darcy's babies. But that would be a whole other story, she had been trying to remember her maternity rotation but they'd normally left the delivery to the midwives unless there were complications.
"Which there won't be!" she said to herself, faking confidence more than anything else. And talking to herself, because that was clearly what the sane did