FIC: There are stars when I'm with you
Title: There are stars when I'm with you
Author: dk323
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Jack
Spoilers: Takes place post Series 4
Disclaimer: Don’t own Doctor Who, just playing with its characters.
Summary: Without looking for it, the Doctor finds Martha a gift. Will it be enough?
A/N: Written for the
dreambythefire Christmas ficathon. Prompt: Ten meets Martha as a young child at a storefront looking at the gift she wants. Ten gets the gift and gives it to grown up Martha. Ten gets a kiss for his trouble - romantic or friendship is author’s choice. Smut is very welcome but not required. Post Series Four.
The Doctor smiled to himself as he watched all of the people walking up and down the pavement, chatting and laughing as they did their holiday shopping.
He had traveled to the past for no particular reason other than he needed some time alone after Donna. The Doctor recalled his last visit to Martha’s and her urging for him to find a companion, find someone - so he wouldn’t be alone. It had been a few months since he had wiped Donna’s memory and he had visited Martha and Jack quite a number of times in the interval.
And if he were honest to himself, he was really running away after what had happened during his last visit a few hours ago with Martha.
He didn’t mean to…but, if only Martha knew, the Doctor didn’t just want to find someone, find another companion. He wanted her…with him traveling time and space again. He felt like the time they had together was far too short despite spending several months in 1969 (Farringham 1913 didn’t count because it wasn’t him).
The Doctor turned his head sharply when he thought he heard a familiar voice. But it was impossible…maybe he was just hearing things?
He shook his head hoping he wasn’t losing it. He found a bench and sat down, rubbing the back of his neck; the memory of Martha pushing him away and refusing to look at him as he left in the TARDIS etched in his mind.
He could still hear her tearfully explaining to Tom what had happened, “He’s the Doctor. I told you - we were just good friends. Please don’t make anything out of this.”
But his look of disbelief said it all…
Past:
“You have to move on, Doctor. This isn’t good for you, going off on your own like this. I worry about you,” Martha told him gently, placing her hand over his.
They were sitting at her kitchen table, drinking tea.
“Martha -“ He began, but then he stopped himself.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“All right. I should see if I have any chocolate digestives left,” She said and got up from her seat.
She went to get some biscuits from the cupboard, but when Martha turned around, she found the Doctor standing in front of her.
“I’ve missed you. You don’t know how much…” He said, a wistful tone lacing his words.
“You know you can visit me any time you like, Doctor. I don’t see how you can miss me. It’s not as if I’m gone.”
The Doctor didn’t say a word though his gaze on her was beginning to make her a bit uncomfortable.
“Doctor?”
And then out of the blue, he closed the distance between them and kissed her.
“No, stop-“ She murmured, but she let herself get caught up in the moment.
“You’re still the same. Admit it, you still feel the same way.” He said, pulling away.
“No, I’ve changed. Let’s not get into this, all right, Doctor?”
“Come with me. Back to the TARDIS.”
“No, I can’t. I told you--”
But he just kissed her again, maneuvering her around the kitchen and propping her up on the kitchen table.
“Doctor, please.” She breathed out, trying to make him see reason.
Then Tom had come in through the door.
And it was over.
~ * ~
He sighed, deciding it was no use to continue sitting there. He stood up and walked down the street, idly watching the storefront windows with their festive holiday decorations.
Now more than ever the Doctor wished Martha was here with him. Celebrating the holiday together.
“Martha Jones! We have a schedule to keep,”
The Doctor did a double take to see Martha’s mother, looking considerably younger, ushering a young Martha - around 10 years old - to move along.
The two were ahead of him, but Martha wasn’t listening to her mother. She turned her head and just stared at the Doctor.
"Martha!”
“I can look after myself, mum. Tish is just right in there,” She said, nodding at the shop next to them.
“All right, but don’t make me regret it, young lady. You’re still a child.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll be with Tish, okay?” Martha tried to reassure, though she was close to rolling her eyes in annoyance.
After her mum left her, Martha walked toward the Doctor and stood beside him before a storefront window.
“She told me you would be here. And it’s that one,” she pointed to something displayed behind the window.
"What do you mean “she”? Who?”
She shrugged. “She didn’t give her name. Just called herself a companion of yours. That a man looking like you - she showed me a photo of you - would come by. And I like that locket,” She finished, beckoning him to move closer to her.
He kneeled to be at Martha’s level and she whispered in his ear, “No one would buy me that. I always think it’s so girly…something my sister Tish’d be interested in. But I can’t help it - it does look nice, don’t you think?”
The Doctor smiled softly at her. “Yeah, it does.”
Martha gave him a small smile. “You’re not even looking at it.”
“Oh, right. Sorry!” He grinned cheekily at her and then proceeded to take a look at the locket. It was a silver locket with a small diamond-shaped amethyst stone at the center of it.
“She said that she liked it. You should get it for her.” She said knowingly.
He looked sharply at her. “How do you--?”
“I sort of figured it out. But she also said that I would have to forget? That it would be very bad if I know something I’m not supposed to…”
The Doctor nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m afraid that’s true. But thank you for telling me about the locket. I’m sure she would like it.”
“She wouldn’t come here if she didn’t like it,” the younger Martha said practically, “How did she get here anyway?”
“Well, that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Figuring it out! Now, I just need you to come here…”
“You’re going to do that forgetting thing, right? Will-will it hurt?” She asked nervously, but she stepped up closer to him all the same.
The Doctor smiled reassuringly at her. “You’ll be all right. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Martha smiled shyly at him. “When I grow up, I’ll meet you - properly, right?”
"Yes, that’s right.”
"I’ve always wanted to see the stars,” she whispered to him as if it were a guarded secret.
The Doctor gave a long sigh, the last of his resolve fading away at the look on Martha’s face.
Giving her a glimpse wouldn’t hurt, would it? If she wouldn’t remember it afterwards…
He offered her his hand and said, “Come on then. I want to show you something,” He grinned at her.
She took his hand, an excited look on her face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Oh, Martha Jones, you cheeky little girl,” he said, wagging his finger in mock-scolding at her.
She just smiled at him and leaned in closer to his side. The Doctor smiled down at her, glad at least that this Martha was on good terms with him.
And he showed her the stars, like he promised.
~ * ~
When the Doctor arrived at Martha’s house, the locket safely in his coat, he heard laughter coming from the direction of her bedroom.
"I don’t think he’d find that funny, Jack,” he heard Martha say.
The Doctor walked to her bedroom, not sure what he was going to walk in on, but taking the chance anyhow.
He had to give her the locket. Messing with Time was never a good idea.
"Oh, hello, Doctor. Merry Christmas!” Martha said cheerily, reaching for her glass of eggnog which was on her bedside table.
Jack was seated at Martha’s bedside while Martha was in bed and not looking too good. She looked flushed and tired.
The Doctor rushed to her bedside, concerned. “Martha, are you all right?”
In the meantime, Jack snatched Martha’s glass of eggnog out of her grasp. “You’ve had more than enough alcohol, sweetheart.”
Martha looked defiantly at him. “I’m not making any promises, Jack. Although if you would do that thing again, I might listen to you…” She winked at him.
"What happened? You were mad at me before, Martha.” The Doctor cut in, anxious to find out what he was missing.
“Tom is a hypocrite...made me feel guilty for you know - when he walked in on us. But at the same time, he was cheating on me!” Martha said.
Jack continued for her. “She caught him in the act.”
“I wanted to bloody murder him,” Martha said harshly, gripping her bed sheets.
"I’m sorry to hear that, Martha.” He said sincerely, kneeling beside her and taking hold of her hand.
Jack stood up from his seat, “Well, I think I should leave you two to it. I’m sure you’ve got a lot to talk about. See you around, Doc?”
The Doctor looked at Jack and nodded. “Yeah, good to see you, Jack. Merry Christmas.”
Jack saluted him. “Same to you. And Martha -- take care of yourself, all right? I want my voice of a nightingale all better as soon as possible.”
"Aye, aye Captain,” She said, giving him a mock-salute.
Jack left her room.
"What happened, Martha? After you found Tom -?” The Doctor asked, wanting to know.
Martha took a deep breath and then said, “Unfortunately I was feeling ill at the time and seeing that didn’t help as you can imagine. Afterwards, I did a not very smart thing and drank a few too many shots. Luckily Jack was there.” She said, smiling.
Looking thoughtfully at the Doctor, Martha scooted over to make room on her bed. “You can lie on the bed next to me. That is, if you want.”
”What?” He said, shocked at her request.
"Please?” She said earnestly, “I’m still working through my cold and could use some body warmth. Don’t laugh,” Martha finished, a put-upon expression on her face.
He smiled gently at her. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.”
The Doctor climbed up on the bed taking his place beside Martha and placing his arm around her shoulders.
He kissed the top of her head and then spoke, “How long has it been since I left you, Martha?”
“About a week, maybe two,” She said, moving closer to him, “I’m sorry, you know, for pushing you away that day. I’ve had some time to think about it and the time spent away from you made me realize that - well, no matter how hard I tried to move on - anyone after you would be - just wouldn’t compare. So I suppose I should give up the act,” Martha finished, looking up at him.
“I should be the one apologizing, Martha. I have something for you actually.”
Her eyes lit up. “What is it?”
The Doctor took out a small jewelry case from his coat pocket and handed it to Martha.
She smiled at him. “Thank you.”
When she opened the case, her eyes shone as she saw what was in it. Martha took out the locket on its silver chain and held it in the palm of her hand.
“I love it. It looks beautiful,” she said looking pleased.
Martha caught him off guard when she leaned toward him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
She pulled away and looked curiously at the necklace. “Suppose I shouldn’t ask how you knew about the exact locket I looked at when I was a young girl? Anything to say for yourself, Mr. I Travel In Time?” She smiled mischievously, placing emphasis on the ‘Mr. I Travel In Time’ part.
The Doctor shook his head, not willing to take the bait. “There is something else. Let me show you,” he said, gesturing at her to hand him the locket.
Martha did as she was directed, watching him with interest.
He took out his sonic screwdriver and opening the locket, he pointed his sonic at it. Suddenly, what looked like stars appeared to dance out of the locket and decorated the ceiling, twinkling merrily.
“Merry Christmas, Martha,” He said, grinning at her.
She smiled back at him - seeing the stars so literally like this brought back all of the good times they had together.
”Here, let me put it on you,” he said, placing the necklace around her neck after Martha turned to face away from him.
“Smith and Jones - we made a pretty good team, didn’t we, Doctor?” She remarked, glancing at him.
The Doctor didn’t say a word, but kissed her deeply instead.
Martha gave back just as good as she was given.
Shortly after they pulled apart, she said, “I have something for you as well.”
"What is it?”
She looked directly at him and said, “You know when you say, “Come with me”? I’ve thought about it and--”
"And what?”
"My answer is yes. For a few trips at least.”
“Really? You mean it?”
Martha nodded, grinning at him. “Merry Christmas, Doctor.”
The stars seemed to glow brighter as the Doctor kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tightly afterwards.
“Martha Jones, always a star, you are. Always.”
~ * ~
Author: dk323
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Jack
Spoilers: Takes place post Series 4
Disclaimer: Don’t own Doctor Who, just playing with its characters.
Summary: Without looking for it, the Doctor finds Martha a gift. Will it be enough?
A/N: Written for the
dreambythefire Christmas ficathon. Prompt: Ten meets Martha as a young child at a storefront looking at the gift she wants. Ten gets the gift and gives it to grown up Martha. Ten gets a kiss for his trouble - romantic or friendship is author’s choice. Smut is very welcome but not required. Post Series Four.
The Doctor smiled to himself as he watched all of the people walking up and down the pavement, chatting and laughing as they did their holiday shopping.
He had traveled to the past for no particular reason other than he needed some time alone after Donna. The Doctor recalled his last visit to Martha’s and her urging for him to find a companion, find someone - so he wouldn’t be alone. It had been a few months since he had wiped Donna’s memory and he had visited Martha and Jack quite a number of times in the interval.
And if he were honest to himself, he was really running away after what had happened during his last visit a few hours ago with Martha.
He didn’t mean to…but, if only Martha knew, the Doctor didn’t just want to find someone, find another companion. He wanted her…with him traveling time and space again. He felt like the time they had together was far too short despite spending several months in 1969 (Farringham 1913 didn’t count because it wasn’t him).
The Doctor turned his head sharply when he thought he heard a familiar voice. But it was impossible…maybe he was just hearing things?
He shook his head hoping he wasn’t losing it. He found a bench and sat down, rubbing the back of his neck; the memory of Martha pushing him away and refusing to look at him as he left in the TARDIS etched in his mind.
He could still hear her tearfully explaining to Tom what had happened, “He’s the Doctor. I told you - we were just good friends. Please don’t make anything out of this.”
But his look of disbelief said it all…
Past:
“You have to move on, Doctor. This isn’t good for you, going off on your own like this. I worry about you,” Martha told him gently, placing her hand over his.
They were sitting at her kitchen table, drinking tea.
“Martha -“ He began, but then he stopped himself.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“All right. I should see if I have any chocolate digestives left,” She said and got up from her seat.
She went to get some biscuits from the cupboard, but when Martha turned around, she found the Doctor standing in front of her.
“I’ve missed you. You don’t know how much…” He said, a wistful tone lacing his words.
“You know you can visit me any time you like, Doctor. I don’t see how you can miss me. It’s not as if I’m gone.”
The Doctor didn’t say a word though his gaze on her was beginning to make her a bit uncomfortable.
“Doctor?”
And then out of the blue, he closed the distance between them and kissed her.
“No, stop-“ She murmured, but she let herself get caught up in the moment.
“You’re still the same. Admit it, you still feel the same way.” He said, pulling away.
“No, I’ve changed. Let’s not get into this, all right, Doctor?”
“Come with me. Back to the TARDIS.”
“No, I can’t. I told you--”
But he just kissed her again, maneuvering her around the kitchen and propping her up on the kitchen table.
“Doctor, please.” She breathed out, trying to make him see reason.
Then Tom had come in through the door.
And it was over.
~ * ~
He sighed, deciding it was no use to continue sitting there. He stood up and walked down the street, idly watching the storefront windows with their festive holiday decorations.
Now more than ever the Doctor wished Martha was here with him. Celebrating the holiday together.
“Martha Jones! We have a schedule to keep,”
The Doctor did a double take to see Martha’s mother, looking considerably younger, ushering a young Martha - around 10 years old - to move along.
The two were ahead of him, but Martha wasn’t listening to her mother. She turned her head and just stared at the Doctor.
"Martha!”
“I can look after myself, mum. Tish is just right in there,” She said, nodding at the shop next to them.
“All right, but don’t make me regret it, young lady. You’re still a child.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll be with Tish, okay?” Martha tried to reassure, though she was close to rolling her eyes in annoyance.
After her mum left her, Martha walked toward the Doctor and stood beside him before a storefront window.
“She told me you would be here. And it’s that one,” she pointed to something displayed behind the window.
"What do you mean “she”? Who?”
She shrugged. “She didn’t give her name. Just called herself a companion of yours. That a man looking like you - she showed me a photo of you - would come by. And I like that locket,” She finished, beckoning him to move closer to her.
He kneeled to be at Martha’s level and she whispered in his ear, “No one would buy me that. I always think it’s so girly…something my sister Tish’d be interested in. But I can’t help it - it does look nice, don’t you think?”
The Doctor smiled softly at her. “Yeah, it does.”
Martha gave him a small smile. “You’re not even looking at it.”
“Oh, right. Sorry!” He grinned cheekily at her and then proceeded to take a look at the locket. It was a silver locket with a small diamond-shaped amethyst stone at the center of it.
“She said that she liked it. You should get it for her.” She said knowingly.
He looked sharply at her. “How do you--?”
“I sort of figured it out. But she also said that I would have to forget? That it would be very bad if I know something I’m not supposed to…”
The Doctor nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m afraid that’s true. But thank you for telling me about the locket. I’m sure she would like it.”
“She wouldn’t come here if she didn’t like it,” the younger Martha said practically, “How did she get here anyway?”
“Well, that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Figuring it out! Now, I just need you to come here…”
“You’re going to do that forgetting thing, right? Will-will it hurt?” She asked nervously, but she stepped up closer to him all the same.
The Doctor smiled reassuringly at her. “You’ll be all right. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Martha smiled shyly at him. “When I grow up, I’ll meet you - properly, right?”
"Yes, that’s right.”
"I’ve always wanted to see the stars,” she whispered to him as if it were a guarded secret.
The Doctor gave a long sigh, the last of his resolve fading away at the look on Martha’s face.
Giving her a glimpse wouldn’t hurt, would it? If she wouldn’t remember it afterwards…
He offered her his hand and said, “Come on then. I want to show you something,” He grinned at her.
She took his hand, an excited look on her face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Oh, Martha Jones, you cheeky little girl,” he said, wagging his finger in mock-scolding at her.
She just smiled at him and leaned in closer to his side. The Doctor smiled down at her, glad at least that this Martha was on good terms with him.
And he showed her the stars, like he promised.
~ * ~
When the Doctor arrived at Martha’s house, the locket safely in his coat, he heard laughter coming from the direction of her bedroom.
"I don’t think he’d find that funny, Jack,” he heard Martha say.
The Doctor walked to her bedroom, not sure what he was going to walk in on, but taking the chance anyhow.
He had to give her the locket. Messing with Time was never a good idea.
"Oh, hello, Doctor. Merry Christmas!” Martha said cheerily, reaching for her glass of eggnog which was on her bedside table.
Jack was seated at Martha’s bedside while Martha was in bed and not looking too good. She looked flushed and tired.
The Doctor rushed to her bedside, concerned. “Martha, are you all right?”
In the meantime, Jack snatched Martha’s glass of eggnog out of her grasp. “You’ve had more than enough alcohol, sweetheart.”
Martha looked defiantly at him. “I’m not making any promises, Jack. Although if you would do that thing again, I might listen to you…” She winked at him.
"What happened? You were mad at me before, Martha.” The Doctor cut in, anxious to find out what he was missing.
“Tom is a hypocrite...made me feel guilty for you know - when he walked in on us. But at the same time, he was cheating on me!” Martha said.
Jack continued for her. “She caught him in the act.”
“I wanted to bloody murder him,” Martha said harshly, gripping her bed sheets.
"I’m sorry to hear that, Martha.” He said sincerely, kneeling beside her and taking hold of her hand.
Jack stood up from his seat, “Well, I think I should leave you two to it. I’m sure you’ve got a lot to talk about. See you around, Doc?”
The Doctor looked at Jack and nodded. “Yeah, good to see you, Jack. Merry Christmas.”
Jack saluted him. “Same to you. And Martha -- take care of yourself, all right? I want my voice of a nightingale all better as soon as possible.”
"Aye, aye Captain,” She said, giving him a mock-salute.
Jack left her room.
"What happened, Martha? After you found Tom -?” The Doctor asked, wanting to know.
Martha took a deep breath and then said, “Unfortunately I was feeling ill at the time and seeing that didn’t help as you can imagine. Afterwards, I did a not very smart thing and drank a few too many shots. Luckily Jack was there.” She said, smiling.
Looking thoughtfully at the Doctor, Martha scooted over to make room on her bed. “You can lie on the bed next to me. That is, if you want.”
”What?” He said, shocked at her request.
"Please?” She said earnestly, “I’m still working through my cold and could use some body warmth. Don’t laugh,” Martha finished, a put-upon expression on her face.
He smiled gently at her. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.”
The Doctor climbed up on the bed taking his place beside Martha and placing his arm around her shoulders.
He kissed the top of her head and then spoke, “How long has it been since I left you, Martha?”
“About a week, maybe two,” She said, moving closer to him, “I’m sorry, you know, for pushing you away that day. I’ve had some time to think about it and the time spent away from you made me realize that - well, no matter how hard I tried to move on - anyone after you would be - just wouldn’t compare. So I suppose I should give up the act,” Martha finished, looking up at him.
“I should be the one apologizing, Martha. I have something for you actually.”
Her eyes lit up. “What is it?”
The Doctor took out a small jewelry case from his coat pocket and handed it to Martha.
She smiled at him. “Thank you.”
When she opened the case, her eyes shone as she saw what was in it. Martha took out the locket on its silver chain and held it in the palm of her hand.
“I love it. It looks beautiful,” she said looking pleased.
Martha caught him off guard when she leaned toward him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
She pulled away and looked curiously at the necklace. “Suppose I shouldn’t ask how you knew about the exact locket I looked at when I was a young girl? Anything to say for yourself, Mr. I Travel In Time?” She smiled mischievously, placing emphasis on the ‘Mr. I Travel In Time’ part.
The Doctor shook his head, not willing to take the bait. “There is something else. Let me show you,” he said, gesturing at her to hand him the locket.
Martha did as she was directed, watching him with interest.
He took out his sonic screwdriver and opening the locket, he pointed his sonic at it. Suddenly, what looked like stars appeared to dance out of the locket and decorated the ceiling, twinkling merrily.
“Merry Christmas, Martha,” He said, grinning at her.
She smiled back at him - seeing the stars so literally like this brought back all of the good times they had together.
”Here, let me put it on you,” he said, placing the necklace around her neck after Martha turned to face away from him.
“Smith and Jones - we made a pretty good team, didn’t we, Doctor?” She remarked, glancing at him.
The Doctor didn’t say a word, but kissed her deeply instead.
Martha gave back just as good as she was given.
Shortly after they pulled apart, she said, “I have something for you as well.”
"What is it?”
She looked directly at him and said, “You know when you say, “Come with me”? I’ve thought about it and--”
"And what?”
"My answer is yes. For a few trips at least.”
“Really? You mean it?”
Martha nodded, grinning at him. “Merry Christmas, Doctor.”
The stars seemed to glow brighter as the Doctor kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tightly afterwards.
“Martha Jones, always a star, you are. Always.”
~ * ~