Pairing: The Doctor/Martha
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 11. I thought I needed this
Disclaimer: Belongs to the Beeb, who coincidently also own my soul.
"Thought seeing you apologize would make a lot of things better," she says. "But you're never going to get up the courage to do that, are you? Some Oncoming Storm, you are."
He blinks and she's leaning against her doorframe in a white terrycloth robe, arms crossed and an irritated look on her face. He looks up at her and quickly moves to his feet.
"What's that?" he asks.
"You. Groveling or whatever. You're never going to do it, are you?"
"Good thing I'm bad at accepting apologies." She steps to the side. "Come in."
It feels like acceptance.