She walks through the door and slumps on the couch.
"Guess what I worked out today?" the Doctor says in greeting, holding up the in-progress timey-wimey detector. And then, he's off.
And it's not as if she's not curious. She is a scientist, after all. It would help, though, if she knew what even most of the words meant or had any context for them.
The one thing she can do, right now, is listen to his voice. Granted, there are times she gets sick of it, especially when it seems he's talking just to hear himself talk. But there's something about him rambling on, complicated scientific terms and concepts tripping easily off his tongue…
"Martha?" the Doctor asks, breaking through the haze.
"Go on," she says hurriedly. "I'm listening."
He gives her a look that's part, 'Oh, really?' and part 'I see you over there.' Bastard.
"Well, if you're finished, nip down to the shop and grab us some milk, would you? I forgot," she says. Okay, so it was less forgot and more too tired to care, but in either case, they're still out.
"The things I do for you," he says wearily, then winks at her and walks out the door.
Two minutes for him to walk to the store. Two minutes back. Less if he feels like running, obviously. Add in any potential distractions by shiny objects he finds along the way, and…
Math is clearly overrated, she decides, and runs to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.
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Date: 2012-04-13 11:27 pm (UTC)She walks through the door and slumps on the couch.
"Guess what I worked out today?" the Doctor says in greeting, holding up the in-progress timey-wimey detector. And then, he's off.
And it's not as if she's not curious. She is a scientist, after all. It would help, though, if she knew what even most of the words meant or had any context for them.
The one thing she can do, right now, is listen to his voice. Granted, there are times she gets sick of it, especially when it seems he's talking just to hear himself talk. But there's something about him rambling on, complicated scientific terms and concepts tripping easily off his tongue…
"Martha?" the Doctor asks, breaking through the haze.
"Go on," she says hurriedly. "I'm listening."
He gives her a look that's part, 'Oh, really?' and part 'I see you over there.' Bastard.
"Well, if you're finished, nip down to the shop and grab us some milk, would you? I forgot," she says. Okay, so it was less forgot and more too tired to care, but in either case, they're still out.
"The things I do for you," he says wearily, then winks at her and walks out the door.
Two minutes for him to walk to the store. Two minutes back. Less if he feels like running, obviously. Add in any potential distractions by shiny objects he finds along the way, and…
Math is clearly overrated, she decides, and runs to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.