Dr Martha Jones saw the end of the universe (drjones_unit) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2009-06-30 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | dick grayson/nightwing, martha jones |
WHO: Martha Jones and OPEN
WHAT: She can't sleep, so it's bar time
WHEN: Late at night, very very late.
WHERE: Some bar. It's not too bad
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Open
Martha had been staring at the same drink for hours. She had come to the bar more for something to do than a desire to actually get drunk. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been drunk, something about saving the world a lot and having to be military at a moment's notice that put a girl off ever being anything other than prepared. The drink on the bar in front of her was a single vodka, mixed with lemonade and lime, the same one she'd ordered when she'd first arrived in the bar.
The trouble with repeatedly saving the world, Martha decided, was it left you with really bad insomnia. During the Year That Never Was, she'd become used to living, and sleeping, on the run, always hiding and always in fear. Sleeping with one eye open became needed for survival. And then later, after staring down Davros, the nightmares had once again forced her awake.
Now, in this weird world that wasn't hers, the nightmares were back. Daleks and Toclofane now danced in her dreams along with black eyed demons, until finally she slipped out of her motel room and into the bar, stabbing at the melting ice cubes in her drink with her straw as she tried to stay awake.
As she leaned forward, her dogtags slipped out from under her shirt, banging against the bar, along with her TARDIS key, both hanging around her neck. She picked them up, sliding the chain over her fingers as the cool metal slid over her hand. Such a link to her past, but something she couldn't let go of, needing that grounding, the memory of who she was. Doctor Martha Jones, UNIT, one of the Children of Time. Now, more than ever, she needed to hold onto her training, and what the Doctor had taught her. But the rest of it...
The light caught the diamond that sat on the ring on the finger of her left hand before she gently pulled it off. Tom was gone, in another universe entirely. Did he even know she was gone? Was he contacting UNIT and getting the standard responses for people killed defending the Earth? She held the ring up for a moment, staring at the way the diamond reflected all the colours of the light before she swallowed hard and slipped it into one of the pockets of her UNIT jacket, zipping it away. Tom was gone, for her anyway. It was time to get used to that.
Once again she stabbed at her drink with the straw, watching the ice cube break into several pieces.