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Is it very wrong that despite pumping my fist in the air when Martha kicked the Doctor to the curb in the finale and went off to find people who would properly stand in awe of her awesome hotness that I still kind of want to go in search of fic in which the left behind cellphone becomes the conduit for hawt Ten/Martha phonesex? Or possibly, if I'm feeling particularly mushy, don't know what you've got till it's gone make up fic in which Ten gets a clue on the subject of the aforementioned awesomeness.
Aw hell. I'm totally still 'shipping them. Not on the show. On the show I want Martha to come back so totally over it, trailing a harem of hot boys who worship at her feet, and engaging in much snarky eyerolling with Donna while the Doctor stands there and looks confused and a bit annoyed that no one finds him irresistable anymore. But in my head where I can make it go exactly how I want it to go I seem to have acquired a touch of OTP syndrome of the screw canon, IT SHOULD TOTALLY WORK variety. I wonder if it's fatal.
Aw hell. I'm totally still 'shipping them. Not on the show. On the show I want Martha to come back so totally over it, trailing a harem of hot boys who worship at her feet, and engaging in much snarky eyerolling with Donna while the Doctor stands there and looks confused and a bit annoyed that no one finds him irresistable anymore. But in my head where I can make it go exactly how I want it to go I seem to have acquired a touch of OTP syndrome of the screw canon, IT SHOULD TOTALLY WORK variety. I wonder if it's fatal.
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