MoM 11: Damsel's Evening Expedition
Title: Master on Mars 11: Damsel's Evening Expedition
Fandom: Life on Mars + Doctor Who
Pairing: n/a (at present)
Rating: pg, i think
Summary: Mostly silliness- I needed it after the last part.
MoM 11: Damsel’s Evening Expedition
I think meeting up at the station was just plain cruel.
For a start Sam’s still covered in bruises and cuts. For that matter so am I.
He’s always very aware of me since the night we moved in. Very aware of where I am in the room. He’s always reaching out to touch me, hold me and always gently, like he’s afraid I’ll turn him away.
It’s only been a week. A week of awkwardness but at the same time we are closer. In a way. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me. I’m not saying he won’t but I know he really wouldn‘t if he could truly stop himself. Sadly, that’s not an option.
He makes me dinner every night. He hates me being out at night without him, then again all the guys are a bit wary about this night out- apparently some crazed killer took out almost a dozen people.
A week ago.
I don’t ask for any details.
We fought them though. The girls.
We can take care of ourselves. We want a chance to let our hair down.
And as much as I like the new, gentler Master, the hovering is getting to be annoying.
Mags and I know we’re probably going to be followed so we’ve picked the first stop on our night out appropriately, a male strip club.
There’s no power on this earth that will get Gene in one of those and while I’m sure Sam will have no problem with it, normally, he has been extra careful of late not to appear too strange in front of the others.
The way I understand it, what happened in the alley is just another one of those things they never talk about. Men and their repression.
I’m glad for him though.
Here he is now and he’s noticed Mags, Velma and I have arrived for Annie and Phyllis. Poor Annie who is being teased mercilessly about her outfit. Sam comes straight up to me and kisses my cheek; I wink at him and let him take my coat off me.
There that should get some attention off Annie.
After all I don’t have to work with them and my husband’s scarier than all the rest put together. I laugh as Sam tries to put the coat back on.
Honestly, I’ve worn less to church, but that was London and thirty years away. I think it’s the fact that there is no back to the dress and almost no skirt. My front is completely covered, almost.
I know I’m pushing things a little, teasing the Master like this in front of everyone, but I need them to see he won’t go for my throat if we disagree. Now I just need not to be completely wrong about that.
“Martha, sweetheart, did you forget to put your dress on over the underwear?”
“No.” I smile at him. He knows I’m baiting him, hopefully he’ll take it well.
“Then, maybe you have another dress you’d rather wear. Maybe one with more than three inches of fabric.”
“This one has more than that. I counted.”
Mags is enjoying the show, but then she’s just waiting to get Gene. I should help her along. “Besides, Mags is wearing less.” I should know I picked it out.
Every eye swivels from us to her. All except Sam’s they stay on me.
“Mags, take your coat off.” That’s a command if ever I heard one and for the first time since I’ve known her, Mags acquiesces.
“Yes dear.” So she does.
“Mags, put your coat back on.”
This time she giggles. “Yes dear.”
“Right, enough of this nonsense. You skirts, or lack thereof, get the hell out. Don’t get too drunk and call if you need a lift home. Sam stop gawping- I’ve scotch to fix what ails you.”
Sam just looks at him like he’s lost his mind.
“Look Tyler, if we actually pick a fight about this they’ll only find something worse to wear. Trust me. We’ve lost.” He walks over to Mags and kisses her, “Have fun, luv.”
Sam still looks like he’s thinking about fighting so I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Bye. We won’t be out too late.”
And with that all the girls leave.
“Are you two really going to wear those dresses?”
“Oh, Annie of course we are. Besides we’re being followed so we can’t exactly back down. Mine is comfy anyway.”
They look surprised at Mags’ comment so I nod my agreement when they look at me.
We make it to the first bar fine, well except for when the others realised just what kind of bar it was. I won’t say they complained but they were nervous.
A drink is all it takes a woman to loosen up on her first trip to a strip joint. And I should know, we used to go all the time at med-school, research naturally. Or at least that’s what we claimed.
I’m totally gob smacked and so is everyone else when Sam, Gene, Chris and Ray all come in about a half hour after we did. The don’t try to hide, in fact they walk right up to us- well obviously Sam’s the only one anywhere near comfortable as the other three steadfastly keep their eyes averted from well everything.
Sam sit next to me and motions a waiter over, “5 tequilas, 5 cosmos and 4 triple scotches.” The waiter nods and heads off. “I gotta admit, you got us. We’ll be on our way, just thought this deserved a drink. Plus these three really need it.”
When the drinks arrive the five of us slug back our shooters and toast the guys with the cocktails.
“Here’s to you girls having fun.” Sam toasts as they match our salute. They all down their drinks and the other three dash for the door, but Sam leans down to my ear, “Stay safe.” And then he’s gone.
We only stay at the strip club for another hour or so, but by the fourth bar we’re into dirty stories about our other halves and exes. All except Annie who is being quite tight-lipped.
“Annie, you do know I don’t care about… That’s not quite right and I’m not belittling what you two had- I’m saying this all wrong.”
“No. I get it I do. It’s just a little weird that my last boyfriend is your husband.”
“Well, what about your next boyfriend- have you got your eye on anyone?”
She blushes bright red and like a pack of wolves we pounce, demanding details.
“It’s not…God!”
“Oo, it must be someone we know- oh my god, it’s Chris!”
She blushes again and I know I’m right. The teasing begins in earnest and she combats it by teasing us about our husbands and boyfriends. She’s finally coming out of her shell. The freely flowing liquor helps.
I stutter like an idiot when they ask how I met Sam.
“Eh, well I was, I guess I was living with another man, the Doctor-” There’s a moment when I pause to consider what to say next. They’re all leaning in wanting more details.
All except Mags who actually leans back, before I can consider that Annie jumps in with, “And Sam rescued you from him? He’s very romantic like that.”
I’m struck dumb as that little fantasy plays out in my mind before the hysterical giggles make it out of my throat. I have such a laughing fit I almost lose all ability to breathe. I laugh so hard my insides ache and they all panic and drag me out for some air.
As soon as I catch breathe though I’m back inside, at the bar ordering several drinks. I’m quite sure there won’t ever be enough alcohol in my system to get me through this conversation. It does occur to me that maybe I should be sober, to be more careful of what I might say but there is just no way I can do it sober, even tipsy and I’d lose it.
In the end we do have to call them to get a lift home, just not quite as they might have imagined.
We need to be bailed. Or better yet if they can intimidate the cops into just letting us go that would be great. We were only having fun- discussing our men still actually. I do admit that my judgement may be a little impaired but there is no way we needed arrested.
Mags really shouldn’t have tried to convince the officers to give her their cuffs, so she could use them on Gene. And if they had ever considered it the sheer magnitude of detail she felt they needed sort of sealed her fate. That doesn’t justify arresting the rest of us.
I simply pointed out that they weren’t as pretty as my Master-Sammy-boy.
Annie agreed and may have commented on their truncheons and the other two only jumped to our defence when we disagreed with the need for being arrested.
Phyllis does throw one helluva punch though.
Our men are here to rescue us.
They’re smirking! Oh, I said that out loud. Apparently I’ve been saying a lot out loud.
Sam does have such pretty hands. Pretty and big and strong and isn’t there a correl-whotsit with hands and other things?
“Yes I feel fine Master-Sammy.”
I think he’s laughing at me again, but he is holding me close. I like when he does that.
Oops still out loud.
“Don’t worry; your correl-thingymabob is bigger than the Doctor’s.”
Good I made him happy. He’s always much more fun when he’s happy.
Good thing I didn’t mention that Jack’s are bigger still, not that it matters I’m still mad at him.
Ouch! Why the hell did he drop me?
Oh, well you know what if you don’t like what I’m saying there’s a perfect way to shut me up.
I try for a slink up his body but I know I won’t make it so I let him drag me up.
“Should I keep talking?” He smiles and leans in, to peck me on the nose!
I want a snog!
A toe-curling, woozy making snog…
Damn bastard aliens.
Ouch!!!
“I swear to God if you don’t stop dropping me and throwing me out of beds I will go back to Jack! At least he only throws me out of bed and that was only cos he was dreaming about you-”
Finally!
I can hear them all laughing at us, but I don’t care- my toes are curled in knots and I feel downright woozical.
“That looks like a good plan.” Annie?
I can hear everyone gasp, but I don’t want to lose this feeling.
I don’t care if she’s decided to strip naked and mount Chris right there.
When oxygen becomes an issue he finally pulls back and I lean against him, wrapped in his arms.
I look down and am surprised to see Chris on the floor.
I raised my head to ask the question and Mags answers me, “He fainted when Annie grabbed him for a snog.”
Fandom: Life on Mars + Doctor Who
Pairing: n/a (at present)
Rating: pg, i think
Summary: Mostly silliness- I needed it after the last part.
MoM 11: Damsel’s Evening Expedition
I think meeting up at the station was just plain cruel.
For a start Sam’s still covered in bruises and cuts. For that matter so am I.
He’s always very aware of me since the night we moved in. Very aware of where I am in the room. He’s always reaching out to touch me, hold me and always gently, like he’s afraid I’ll turn him away.
It’s only been a week. A week of awkwardness but at the same time we are closer. In a way. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me. I’m not saying he won’t but I know he really wouldn‘t if he could truly stop himself. Sadly, that’s not an option.
He makes me dinner every night. He hates me being out at night without him, then again all the guys are a bit wary about this night out- apparently some crazed killer took out almost a dozen people.
A week ago.
I don’t ask for any details.
We fought them though. The girls.
We can take care of ourselves. We want a chance to let our hair down.
And as much as I like the new, gentler Master, the hovering is getting to be annoying.
Mags and I know we’re probably going to be followed so we’ve picked the first stop on our night out appropriately, a male strip club.
There’s no power on this earth that will get Gene in one of those and while I’m sure Sam will have no problem with it, normally, he has been extra careful of late not to appear too strange in front of the others.
The way I understand it, what happened in the alley is just another one of those things they never talk about. Men and their repression.
I’m glad for him though.
Here he is now and he’s noticed Mags, Velma and I have arrived for Annie and Phyllis. Poor Annie who is being teased mercilessly about her outfit. Sam comes straight up to me and kisses my cheek; I wink at him and let him take my coat off me.
There that should get some attention off Annie.
After all I don’t have to work with them and my husband’s scarier than all the rest put together. I laugh as Sam tries to put the coat back on.
Honestly, I’ve worn less to church, but that was London and thirty years away. I think it’s the fact that there is no back to the dress and almost no skirt. My front is completely covered, almost.
I know I’m pushing things a little, teasing the Master like this in front of everyone, but I need them to see he won’t go for my throat if we disagree. Now I just need not to be completely wrong about that.
“Martha, sweetheart, did you forget to put your dress on over the underwear?”
“No.” I smile at him. He knows I’m baiting him, hopefully he’ll take it well.
“Then, maybe you have another dress you’d rather wear. Maybe one with more than three inches of fabric.”
“This one has more than that. I counted.”
Mags is enjoying the show, but then she’s just waiting to get Gene. I should help her along. “Besides, Mags is wearing less.” I should know I picked it out.
Every eye swivels from us to her. All except Sam’s they stay on me.
“Mags, take your coat off.” That’s a command if ever I heard one and for the first time since I’ve known her, Mags acquiesces.
“Yes dear.” So she does.
“Mags, put your coat back on.”
This time she giggles. “Yes dear.”
“Right, enough of this nonsense. You skirts, or lack thereof, get the hell out. Don’t get too drunk and call if you need a lift home. Sam stop gawping- I’ve scotch to fix what ails you.”
Sam just looks at him like he’s lost his mind.
“Look Tyler, if we actually pick a fight about this they’ll only find something worse to wear. Trust me. We’ve lost.” He walks over to Mags and kisses her, “Have fun, luv.”
Sam still looks like he’s thinking about fighting so I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Bye. We won’t be out too late.”
And with that all the girls leave.
“Are you two really going to wear those dresses?”
“Oh, Annie of course we are. Besides we’re being followed so we can’t exactly back down. Mine is comfy anyway.”
They look surprised at Mags’ comment so I nod my agreement when they look at me.
We make it to the first bar fine, well except for when the others realised just what kind of bar it was. I won’t say they complained but they were nervous.
A drink is all it takes a woman to loosen up on her first trip to a strip joint. And I should know, we used to go all the time at med-school, research naturally. Or at least that’s what we claimed.
I’m totally gob smacked and so is everyone else when Sam, Gene, Chris and Ray all come in about a half hour after we did. The don’t try to hide, in fact they walk right up to us- well obviously Sam’s the only one anywhere near comfortable as the other three steadfastly keep their eyes averted from well everything.
Sam sit next to me and motions a waiter over, “5 tequilas, 5 cosmos and 4 triple scotches.” The waiter nods and heads off. “I gotta admit, you got us. We’ll be on our way, just thought this deserved a drink. Plus these three really need it.”
When the drinks arrive the five of us slug back our shooters and toast the guys with the cocktails.
“Here’s to you girls having fun.” Sam toasts as they match our salute. They all down their drinks and the other three dash for the door, but Sam leans down to my ear, “Stay safe.” And then he’s gone.
We only stay at the strip club for another hour or so, but by the fourth bar we’re into dirty stories about our other halves and exes. All except Annie who is being quite tight-lipped.
“Annie, you do know I don’t care about… That’s not quite right and I’m not belittling what you two had- I’m saying this all wrong.”
“No. I get it I do. It’s just a little weird that my last boyfriend is your husband.”
“Well, what about your next boyfriend- have you got your eye on anyone?”
She blushes bright red and like a pack of wolves we pounce, demanding details.
“It’s not…God!”
“Oo, it must be someone we know- oh my god, it’s Chris!”
She blushes again and I know I’m right. The teasing begins in earnest and she combats it by teasing us about our husbands and boyfriends. She’s finally coming out of her shell. The freely flowing liquor helps.
I stutter like an idiot when they ask how I met Sam.
“Eh, well I was, I guess I was living with another man, the Doctor-” There’s a moment when I pause to consider what to say next. They’re all leaning in wanting more details.
All except Mags who actually leans back, before I can consider that Annie jumps in with, “And Sam rescued you from him? He’s very romantic like that.”
I’m struck dumb as that little fantasy plays out in my mind before the hysterical giggles make it out of my throat. I have such a laughing fit I almost lose all ability to breathe. I laugh so hard my insides ache and they all panic and drag me out for some air.
As soon as I catch breathe though I’m back inside, at the bar ordering several drinks. I’m quite sure there won’t ever be enough alcohol in my system to get me through this conversation. It does occur to me that maybe I should be sober, to be more careful of what I might say but there is just no way I can do it sober, even tipsy and I’d lose it.
In the end we do have to call them to get a lift home, just not quite as they might have imagined.
We need to be bailed. Or better yet if they can intimidate the cops into just letting us go that would be great. We were only having fun- discussing our men still actually. I do admit that my judgement may be a little impaired but there is no way we needed arrested.
Mags really shouldn’t have tried to convince the officers to give her their cuffs, so she could use them on Gene. And if they had ever considered it the sheer magnitude of detail she felt they needed sort of sealed her fate. That doesn’t justify arresting the rest of us.
I simply pointed out that they weren’t as pretty as my Master-Sammy-boy.
Annie agreed and may have commented on their truncheons and the other two only jumped to our defence when we disagreed with the need for being arrested.
Phyllis does throw one helluva punch though.
Our men are here to rescue us.
They’re smirking! Oh, I said that out loud. Apparently I’ve been saying a lot out loud.
Sam does have such pretty hands. Pretty and big and strong and isn’t there a correl-whotsit with hands and other things?
“Yes I feel fine Master-Sammy.”
I think he’s laughing at me again, but he is holding me close. I like when he does that.
Oops still out loud.
“Don’t worry; your correl-thingymabob is bigger than the Doctor’s.”
Good I made him happy. He’s always much more fun when he’s happy.
Good thing I didn’t mention that Jack’s are bigger still, not that it matters I’m still mad at him.
Ouch! Why the hell did he drop me?
Oh, well you know what if you don’t like what I’m saying there’s a perfect way to shut me up.
I try for a slink up his body but I know I won’t make it so I let him drag me up.
“Should I keep talking?” He smiles and leans in, to peck me on the nose!
I want a snog!
A toe-curling, woozy making snog…
Damn bastard aliens.
Ouch!!!
“I swear to God if you don’t stop dropping me and throwing me out of beds I will go back to Jack! At least he only throws me out of bed and that was only cos he was dreaming about you-”
Finally!
I can hear them all laughing at us, but I don’t care- my toes are curled in knots and I feel downright woozical.
“That looks like a good plan.” Annie?
I can hear everyone gasp, but I don’t want to lose this feeling.
I don’t care if she’s decided to strip naked and mount Chris right there.
When oxygen becomes an issue he finally pulls back and I lean against him, wrapped in his arms.
I look down and am surprised to see Chris on the floor.
I raised my head to ask the question and Mags answers me, “He fainted when Annie grabbed him for a snog.”