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[A woman comes on the video with a smile, and she's sitting in one of the lounges, looking relaxed. Well, mostly relaxed, every so often, her thumb brushes across the new mark on her palm. Following the lines of the snake eating it's own tail, she's done it so often now she can do it without looking. Her voice is normal though, despite the fidgeting.]

Hello. For those who didn't meet me yet, I'm Martha Jones, and I'm a doctor. If you've need of one, you can always come to me. [In case you don't want to see the people in the medical center is what Martha means.]

[Private to Snape.]

Why'd you request me? I didn't even think you'd liked me very much.

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Do you always jut your chin like that when you've decided to be stubborn?

[Because that's going to get obnoxious real quick.]

[Well, Martha doesn't know how to respond to that for a second.]

You're certainly going to find out, aren't you?

You could refrain from expressing the desire to exert your odd whims on me. I do not require an emotional caretaker.

[He's not angry - or even annoyed, really. He's just...himself.]

I could, but I'm not going to. You requested me, Mr. Snape, and this is who I am. You should get used to it.

[At least she isn't the sort to try and change herself to win approval. Not only is that somewhat irritating, it's dangerous when it's someone meant to protect him.]

Doubtful.

But on that vein, perhaps we should discuss your plan to keep me alive.

Well, for starters I'm training every day with the lessons that they've provided, and we're staying down here until I feel that I'm prepared enough to defend you before we go outside.

If something happens down here, you stay behind me.

Assuming something were to happen in the next two months...I doubt asking any attacker if you can take their pulse would be effective.

Perhaps not, but you never know, maybe they might need a doctor.

But I'm not nearly as weak as you think I am, Mr. Snape. I've lived through more than you can imagine.

I would lay odds that the unimaginable experience was a disappointing - [Slight squint. Married? Nah.] - boyfriend. In which case, of course, you are absolutely correct. I can't imagine that situation at all.

[Martha's eyes narrowed before she could actually prevent herself from doing it. Sarcasm slipped into her tone quickly, letting him know how he was under her skin.]

Funny.

[A slight cant to his head betrays the fact that he wasn't trying to be unkind, and that he's quite curious now. There was a man involved, he thinks, but that doesn't seem to be the whole of it.]

Enlighten me, then.

I've traveled through time, Mr. Snape, and seen a world worse than would have happened if Voldemort won. I worked for an international secret organization that deals with first contact with aliens. I'm not some shrinking violet.

You really must stop comparing disasters to the Dark Lord as though he exists to create scale. England and much of the continent would have suffered, true, but I sincerely doubt he would have affected the other three-fourths of the world in any substantial way.

Not to derail, of course, but I can envision many scenarios worse than his success.

Well, it was far worse than that. It was global, Mr. Snape, and I not only survived it, but I ended it. I will protect you.

Do you intend to tell me the story that accompanies such a prodigious claim?

If I have to.

I certainly won't attempt to compel you if you'd rather not be forthcoming.

It may require a suspension of disbelief, given our different universes.

You sound as though you are building up the foundations of a gothic ghost story.

Not ghosts, I'm afraid. Aliens and time travel, with a fair amount of low level mind control as well.

Two of those things not only exist where I am from, but are used with some regularity. Why should I refuse to suspend my disbelief for aliens, exactly?

Some people have beliefs that only go so far.

And some believe that a man who claims to be a character from a storybook is exactly who he says he is, rather than a liar or a madman.

[She suspended her disbelief for him; he can attempt it for her.]

[Fair enough, Martha decides, and it takes her a second before she begins speaking in a tone that is entirely all business. There's no storyteller lilt; this story needs to be as short and factual as possible in order to make it hurt the least amount.]

Alright, I traveled through time with an alien called a Time Lord, there was another one of them who was evil. He used mind control to become Prime Minister of Great Britain, and then he took over the world. I was the only one who could stop him. He killed over four billion people and enslaved the human race for a year until I stopped.

[Odd, how she can go from overly personal to clinical so quickly. Odd how she can show such concern about him when he's dizzy, and then present a devastating incident with all the emotion of a woman reciting the dictionary.

He recognizes that. It's the behavior of someone covering up a good deal of pain.

So he doesn't push.]

I see.

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