Pairing: The Doctor/Martha
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 18. I pity you.
Disclaimer: Belongs to the Beeb, who coincidently also own my soul.
Martha crosses her arms over her chest and stares him down. She doesn't ask. She just demands an explanation with her eyes.
"I want you to come back," he says.
"I got that the first time," she replies, irritably. "I pity you, Mister. Ten billion languages at your disposal and you can't even say how you feel. Or are you lot really that complex?"
It's his turn to glare. Then turn and head towards the door. He's tried his best, it's over now.
By the time he makes it there, Martha has already slid in front of him, blocking his way.