[Locked to Des and the Doctor aka the OT3]

[smithnjones]

The narration isn't quite sure how Martha Jones got past security, but it's been weeks since she's seen Des and now that the plague is practically taken care of, nothing on Earth could keep her away from him any longer. It's been several long, exhausting, nerve wracking weeks

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[nothingsodivine]

Thankfully, Des is in his room, but that's mostly because Kara would beat him... Otherwise he'd be down in the lobby dealing with... Certain things, because in his mind the Doctor would consider it a favor. Yes.

And in the middle of contemplating that, he hears the knock and half expects it to be Grace making sure he's still here and hasn't left. If it was Kara, there wouldn't be knocking, and no one else around could possibly need him.

So, of course, he's pleasantly surprised when he opens the door to find one Martha Jones, and the grin that breaks out on his face is about as big as it can get.

"Long time, no see, stranger," he says before deciding to forego all sense of decorum and kissing her deeply, because... Yes, words are not good for moments like this. It's been weeks and this is how best to show how much he missed her.

[smithnjones]

Martha manages an equally bright grin at the sight of his. She slips her arm around his neck and tilts her head as she deepens the kiss, making a happy, relieved sound.

When she pulls away, again, she keeps her arms around his neck still, up on her tip toes.

"Very long time. Let's not do that again, yeah?" Martha smiles, softly. "How've you been holding up?"

[nothingsodivine]

He smiles even brighter, if that's even physically possible, and slips his arms around her waist. "I agree whole-heartedly."

He tilts his head back and laughs a bit. "Like a brick house, I guess. Stalwart and true, and not about to topple in the face of plague, nor Big Bad Wolf, nor flying pig."

Yeah, he had to make a flying pig joke. It's necessary.

"Mostly, I've been bored... Or I was until some guy decided to go out and kill one of us with my face."

It's his face, apparently, no matter what Jack looks like. He's had it for longer... Or so goes his logic.

[smithnjones]

Martha laughs, brightly. It's been far too long since they discussed flying pigs, after all.

She had almost forgotten about that conversation. Almost.

"I'm going to absolutely love the day when a flying pig comes through the Rift. Honestly, why couldn't that happen instead of a bloody plague?" Because that's not the way the world here works, Martha. The narrators aren't that nice!

Martha frowns at him and nods.

"Yes, I heard about that..." and I think I snogged the man who did it, but I'm not positive it was him. It's on the tip of her tongue to say it, but she doesn't.

She knows she should at least admit to having possibly met him, because she might know what he actually looks like.

"We'll get it sorted out."