rec: Five Times the Doctor Wanted to Kiss Martha Jones in 1969 [And the One Time He Did]
Story: Five Times the Doctor Wanted To Kiss Martha Jones In 1969 [And One Time He Did]
Author: radiantbaby
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6255
Author's Summary: A 1969 fic that pretty much does as it says on the tin.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones
Warnings: None
Recced because: Despite being a shippy fic, this fic makes a wonderful character study of the Tenth Doctor. radiantbaby manages to turn fluff into something that isnt just about the ship can be enjoyed by people that don't ship the two. The story fits really well into canon and is beautifully written, the description in particular is amazing. And I'm a sucker for Five times and 1969 fic.
"So, where do you want to be?” Martha asked, not missing a beat as she smiled widely and leaned back on her elbows, “Anywhere in the universe, you pick and we can pretend we are having a picnic there. Bit of a distraction, a holiday, you know? We could go to Mars -- do people have picnics on Mars? Anyway…anywhere you want to go, we’ll be there.”
The Doctor leaned back on his elbows next to her, mirroring her, and looked up at the ceiling. “Such a beautiful day, look at the stars,” he said, going along with the charade and pointing to imaginary stars above them.
“Yes, they are beautiful. A perfect night for a picnic, I’d say.”
Author: radiantbaby
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6255
Author's Summary: A 1969 fic that pretty much does as it says on the tin.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones
Warnings: None
Recced because: Despite being a shippy fic, this fic makes a wonderful character study of the Tenth Doctor. radiantbaby manages to turn fluff into something that isnt just about the ship can be enjoyed by people that don't ship the two. The story fits really well into canon and is beautifully written, the description in particular is amazing. And I'm a sucker for Five times and 1969 fic.
"So, where do you want to be?” Martha asked, not missing a beat as she smiled widely and leaned back on her elbows, “Anywhere in the universe, you pick and we can pretend we are having a picnic there. Bit of a distraction, a holiday, you know? We could go to Mars -- do people have picnics on Mars? Anyway…anywhere you want to go, we’ll be there.”
The Doctor leaned back on his elbows next to her, mirroring her, and looked up at the ceiling. “Such a beautiful day, look at the stars,” he said, going along with the charade and pointing to imaginary stars above them.
“Yes, they are beautiful. A perfect night for a picnic, I’d say.”