AN: Well, it's technically AU. Martha, due to her adventures with the Doctor and Torchwood, is no longer human. Not completely. Just a little one-shot with a brief mention of the White Guardian from the Classic Who [he's not dead here obviously]. Slight spoilers for Season 6 of the NuWho's 'The Doctor's Wife'.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Otherwise Freema would still be a part of the cast. And so would John. Jack and Martha, ftw.

Martha had been on Gallifrey for a few years now, studying to be a Time Lord. Being on a planet she had only heard very little about scared her. She was on her own, the White Guardian's guide only came around when she was near her home. The Time Lord around here were more stuck up than the Doctor. In fact, the Doctor was down right civil compared to them and how they looked down on her.

The twin suns burning brightly against a burnt orange sky.

Beautiful red grass, silver leaves on trees and mountains containing other homes. Martha knew, that she shouldn't have gotten attached to the planet. She knew the Doctor would have to save the universe and at the same time take away this beautiful sight. Take away his home. The young woman understood the Doctor more. She would never claim to be an expert on him though. There were experiences he had she knew nothing about. Though she had come close to knowing what it meant to be the one that destroyed her home planet.

The British woman ponder these thoughts as she quietly walked around the museum housing old Type-40 TARDISes. They had grown to be sentiment which caused the higher up Time Lord Council to demand everyone replace them with newer ones. One Type-40 called to her. Running a hand on the machine, Martha smiled. "I can't take you old girl." The machine pulsed her hand.

Glancing around, Martha opened the door and stepped inside. The TARDIS desktop was stark white. "I can't take you, because there's a man coming. He'll want to see the universe and he'll save it so many times. He can't do that without you. You know you'll see me again."

Martha pressed a hand to the door handle. "It'll be you and him. Then he'll start picking up strays. They'll stay as long as they can, but it'll never be as long as you. So take care of them. He'll always love you more."

Sighing, Martha knew another Time Lord was nearby. Their aura pounded in her head. She knew, that she had to go. "When we meet again, I'll be naïve. I'll leave him. I won't ever regret it. Take care of my Doctor, your thief." Turning the door handle, Martha left out. Closing the door quietly she moved to the other side of the room where she watched a young man glance left and right. Finally his eyes landed on her. She smiled sadly, he could see her body, but not her face. It didn't take long for her to hear the TARDIS taking the Doctor away to his destiny.

A madman and his box.

His wonderful, bigger on the inside, ship.

His one constant companion.