for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
borntolove
Aug. 3rd, 2019 07:37 pmMartha needed a holiday. And badly. After everything that happened with the Family of Blood, and all that time working as a maid, she needed to go somewhere nice. Somewhere where she got to be herself, for a little while, at least.
It was too bad that Joan wasn't coming. She could see the Doctor wanted to make up for what had happened when he was John Smith, to her, to Martha. He had time with Martha. She wasn't about to go anywhere. But with Joan, she wouldn't come. Martha didn't know what was said when he went to talk to her, but she had a feeling it wasn't good. The Doctor wouldn't talk about it.
"So what am I wearing?" she called out to the console room from the wardrobe room. "For this place? What am I supposed to wear?"
It wasn't often they went somewhere with a dress code, but that was apparently part of wherever they were going this time. Plenty fine for Martha, they had a whole roomful of clothes that she hadn't really had much of a chance to look through.
It was too bad that Joan wasn't coming. She could see the Doctor wanted to make up for what had happened when he was John Smith, to her, to Martha. He had time with Martha. She wasn't about to go anywhere. But with Joan, she wouldn't come. Martha didn't know what was said when he went to talk to her, but she had a feeling it wasn't good. The Doctor wouldn't talk about it.
"So what am I wearing?" she called out to the console room from the wardrobe room. "For this place? What am I supposed to wear?"
It wasn't often they went somewhere with a dress code, but that was apparently part of wherever they were going this time. Plenty fine for Martha, they had a whole roomful of clothes that she hadn't really had much of a chance to look through.
