You lived a good full life. You stayed with the man you met, the moment you landed in Victoria. His name was Gareth and he helped you get onto your feet. You managed to qualify for a good job, as a hospital assistant. This made enough money to take a ship back to England, where you lived for a while. But soon came the war, and you volunteered. As a doctor, you helped soldiers from all over Britain. After 60 years of a full life, friends and the young boy you had adopted came to visit you for the last time. Surrounded by people you love you say goodbye, and spy a face you haven't seen in 60 years since before the day you were transported. 'Goodbye, Martha Jones. I'm sorry.' With those last words, you close your eyes and breathe slowly, until the slow exhaling ends.
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THE STONE STARE ; doctor who
Fanfiction"here are the keys. i hope you enjoy the house." you'd just bought an old victorian house on the outskirts of london. what could go wrong in this angelic house? doctor who's weeping angels x reader based on doctor who episode, "blink"
