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Bye, Blog!Martha!
The problem with MST-ing Martha's blog is that the last couple haven't been completely ridiculous. But here's Martha's last entry anyway...
You've forgotten about me
and you've forgotten about him.
You can't remember what happened. You can't remember the sky breaking and the horror that followed. You don't remember the end of the human race because it never happened. Everything changed.
So, let me tell you a story. Let me tell you the truth about Martha Jones.
I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the Fusion Mills of China, right across the Radiation Pits of Europe.
And everywhere I went, I saw people, just like you. Living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend then that's wrong, cos my name's not important. There's someone else. The man who sent me out there. The man who told me to walk the Earth.
And his name, is the Doctor.
That's a story I've told so many times to so many people and yet it doesn't mean anything to you, does it?
And I'm glad it doesn't. I'm glad you don't remember it. I'm so happy that you don't know what happened. I just wish my family could forget but they can't.
All you need to know is that the Master broke the world and the Doctor put it back together again.
The Doctor. Boy racer.
Time Lord. Geek. The man who tried to save the Daleks in New York. The bloke who embarrassed me at Eurovision. The only person I know who could take on a living sun. The man who'll never understand that he's really not alone.
The man I loved.
But now my family need me. Mum especially. It's funny because we've both been lying to each other. She never told me she was helping Saxon (and that was only because they'd told her I was in danger with the Doctor so I don't blame her at all) and I never really told her what I was doing. And somehow everything we've been through, it's brought us closer together. She's still so devastated and it's going to take time but we're talking like we're mates now. It's like she's really seeing me as an adult for the first time.
He's outside now. I can see him. He's standing in front of that old wooden box and he's waiting.
I wonder if he knows what I'm about to do. Nah, for the bravest and most wonderful man in the Universe, he can be a bit thick. Probably thinks I'm going to ask him to stay here and move in with us. Him and Dad eating beans together while watching Countdown.
But I won't forget him and he better not forget about me! Although I'm probably going to be too busy to update this for a while, I'm going to leave it here. It'll be like a memorial to the time we had. A memorial to the Doctor. Blimey, that sounds like he's dead!
Okay, I'm just rambling now. Putting off saying goodbye.
But I have to leave him. I have to let him go. And it's going to break my heart but I'll keep on smiling. I'm smiling because I know. I remember it all. The good times. The amazing thing that the human race did. The fantastic things he did.
And the pretty good things I did as well. I spent a lot of the time while travelling with him, thinking I was second best. But you know what? I'm not. And that's the truth about soon-to-be Doctor Martha Jones.
This is me, signing out.
You've forgotten about me
- Readers of Martha's blog: *thinks* You're Martha Jones, right?
and you've forgotten about him.
- Readers of Martha's blog: The Doctor, right? The guy you've been talking about since you started blogging?
You can't remember what happened. You can't remember the sky breaking and the horror that followed. You don't remember the end of the human race because it never happened. Everything changed.
So, let me tell you a story. Let me tell you the truth about Martha Jones.
- The truth is...I like to floss. I mean, *really* like to floss. I keep some with me all the time. There, I said it.
I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the Fusion Mills of China, right across the Radiation Pits of Europe.
- Well, I kinda went *around* the Radiation Pits of Europe since I didn't have money for the entrance fee and their log ride is crap anyway.
And everywhere I went, I saw people, just like you. Living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend then that's wrong, cos my name's not important. There's someone else. The man who sent me out there. The man who told me to walk the Earth.
And his name, is the Doctor.
- Or Jesus Tinkerbell Christ. Really, whichever name you prefer.
That's a story I've told so many times to so many people and yet it doesn't mean anything to you, does it?
- You must believe! Repent and believe!
And I'm glad it doesn't. I'm glad you don't remember it. I'm so happy that you don't know what happened. I just wish my family could forget but they can't.
- 'Cause that whole learning from history to never repeat it and stuff? Highly overrated.
All you need to know is that the Master broke the world and the Doctor put it back together again.
- Because that's, like, his name, you know? He fixes things. Get it?
The Doctor. Boy racer.
- Audience: *blinks* Boy...racer? *collectively gets the Speed Racer song stuck in their heads*
Time Lord. Geek. The man who tried to save the Daleks in New York. The bloke who embarrassed me at Eurovision. The only person I know who could take on a living sun. The man who'll never understand that he's really not alone.
- Audience: Astuteness! *flails*
The man I loved.
- Audience: Shhhhh. Not too loud. That's angrying the blood in fandom right now.
But now my family need me. Mum especially. It's funny because we've both been lying to each other. She never told me she was helping Saxon (and that was only because they'd told her I was in danger with the Doctor so I don't blame her at all) and I never really told her what I was doing. And somehow everything we've been through, it's brought us closer together. She's still so devastated and it's going to take time but we're talking like we're mates now. It's like she's really seeing me as an adult for the first time.
- Audience: She saw you as a child before? *mutters about lack of any of this onscreen*
He's outside now. I can see him. He's standing in front of that old wooden box and he's waiting.
- It's kinda amusing, 'cause he's tapping his foot while I'm sitting here blogging. Every five minutes I give him the thumbs-up sign to make him think I'm almost done.
I wonder if he knows what I'm about to do. Nah, for the bravest and most wonderful man in the Universe, he can be a bit thick. Probably thinks I'm going to ask him to stay here and move in with us. Him and Dad eating beans together while watching Countdown.
- Doctor: I'm thinking what now?
But I won't forget him and he better not forget about me! Although I'm probably going to be too busy to update this for a while, I'm going to leave it here. It'll be like a memorial to the time we had. A memorial to the Doctor. Blimey, that sounds like he's dead!
- It's kinda like that war memorial with Tim, but in MySpace form!
Okay, I'm just rambling now. Putting off saying goodbye.
- *gives thumbs up to the Doctor*
But I have to leave him. I have to let him go. And it's going to break my heart but I'll keep on smiling. I'm smiling because I know. I remember it all. The good times. The amazing thing that the human race did. The fantastic things he did.
- Huh. *clicks over* New email from some Sarah Jane person asking me to come around for tea and...something about joining some club?
And the pretty good things I did as well. I spent a lot of the time while travelling with him, thinking I was second best. But you know what? I'm not. And that's the truth about soon-to-be Doctor Martha Jones.
- Outraged fandom: NO. That wasn't the point of the finale at ALL. It was showing how you *were* second-best, not that you found self-worth and were no longer comparing yourself to anyone! *STOMPS*
This is me, signing out.
- Think I'll give the Doctor another thirty minutes though...
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OMG.
*wiener!stabz*
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BWA :D
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Well, I am NOW!
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And this is why you don't really know the Doctor. At all. *mumblemumble*
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And so *that* was why the Doctor was waiting outside, Martha was blogging, she picks the silliest times to do it, could it have I don't know, waited until after you said goodbye? And still...Martha comes off as completely self centered in her blog when I finally got the impression she might have a slimmer of non-self-centeredness on the show. What no mention of Jack is the Face of Boe (or maybe she just doesn't want him or Torchwood reading it, but I'm pretty sure she's mentioned the Face of Boe before in her blogs right?) No mention of how the Master *died* and the Doctor was completely broken by that? Or how her family were basically slaves for a year and were forced to watch the destruction of Earth while they were at it? Or how Leo was probably totally dead in the alternate timeline? Yep, talking about how the Doctor probably thinks she wants him to move in with them is much more important.
Of well, I finally have made some peace with canon-Martha, I don't need to like blog-Martha. And yes, Martha should be the one to get in contact with Sarah Jane.
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And blog!Martha is pretty much a write-off. Canon!Martha, however, finally became interesting to me in the last five minutes of the series.
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Buhahahahaha! *loves*
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Best. Win. Ever.
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*dies*
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Sounds strangely identical to what we heard during the episode *sarcasm* I'm pretty sure there could have been other words chosen to talk about this particular part... but then again as long as she doesn't say...
>_< Why? Was it completely necessary to again... mention this.
ProbablyAt the very least I can be happy that it's past tense!Really the blogging comment The Doctor made back at the end of the universe to Martha and Jack didn't survive past that episode? I guess I can consider it somewhat funny to make him wait...
LOL Exactly. ^_^
*bursts into anther set of giggles* Now that would be great!
Thanks for these. You make reading Martha's blog a lot more fun!
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Kinda drives me nuts a bit - there was a Ten and Rose novel that had a small repeat of the Doctor's "this is a sword-fighting hand," except not as good and obviously redundant.
Really the blogging comment The Doctor made back at the end of the universe to Martha and Jack didn't survive past that episode? I guess I can consider it somewhat funny to make him wait...
It is pretty funny to think that the Doctor's standing there waiting and Martha's inside typing away. :D
*bursts into anther set of giggles* Now that would be great!
I would really dig Martha and Sarah Jane meeting. Maybe Martha could make an appearance on the Sarah Jane Adventures - I think I'd kinda like that.
Thanks for these. You make reading Martha's blog a lot more fun!
Thanks!
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Ha!
*iz ded*
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It was just such an odd thing! "Boy racer?" The hell??
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Audience: *blinks* Boy...racer?
Wait, what? (Heh, I just noticed that your weiner dog completely echoes my reaction to this line :D).
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