WHO: Martha Jones and Tony DiNozzo WHAT: He's back from hell, she's told him she loves him, talking is a thing that needs to happen! WHEN: After his comm post. WHERE: A cinema. RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Martha honestly wasn't sure what she had been expecting when Tony was freed. When she had agreed to do the ritual, she hadn't been thinking that far ahead, just taking things one step at a time. Get him back, then figure out how to help him. Now, it seemed, the helping thing was more than needed. Tony not believing she was real hadn't been a possibility she had considered. So she had gone for the most shocking thing she could think of, to prove that he was no longer trapped, something his mind was the least likely to make up.
As confessions of love went, it was not the most romantic of all time. Martha wasn't even sure how Tony was taking it, how he would have taken it under ideal circumstances, it was certainly not something they had discussed. He wasn't known for relationships, he had always been honest about that, and she had a patchy history with them. At best. But she had lost the chance to say it before, she sure as hell wasn't going to miss it again. And if it helped to prove that this time things were real, all the better.
It didn't take her long to figure out which cinema he was hiding out in. A quiet one, one of those 24 hour places. Tony hid in films when he needed to shut out the world, and since the Complex had exploded, this place seemed like the most likely. Martha paid some entrance money to the bored looking assistant, one who probably had no damn clue just how close the entire world had come to ending, before she went in, looking for her boyfriend. She wasn't exactly quiet, deciding that sneaking up on him would probably be a terrible idea. On a whim, she had grabbed his coat from the TARDIS as well, not knowing what he even had with him, if he was warm enough, all such doctory thoughts that she couldn't switch off. The bandage around her right palm itched slightly, the physical reminder of the ritual and everything it had been about.
Eventually she found him, and she moved to sit next to him. "Hi." A soft smile in his direction, even as she looked him over, trying to see if he was injured at all. "Still want me to pinch you?"