Five More Places Martha Never Hid With the Doctor - Naboo
Title: Five More Places Martha Never Hid With the Doctor - Naboo
Rating: PG
Crossover: Doctor Who/Star Wars
Summary: Worried about those left behind, Martha shares a talk with Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, confusing and reassuring at the same time.
Prompts: "Sixth sense" for crossovers100, "destiny" for fivebyfiction , "what" for 5_times ,"big bang" for xoverland .
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all related characters; Lucasfilm owns "Star Wars" and all related characters; I own nothing.
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Martha sat in the darkened main room of the Naboo Royal Cruiser, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the chilled recycled air. She knew that she should be in her quarters sleeping, but it was too crowded with her and all of the handmaidens cramming into one room, and her mind was too troubled to actually sleep. Studying the watch fob in her hand, Martha did her best to hold back the tears that had been threatening all day. The Doctor-no, Gerje Pantoni-had pressed this into her hands right after he had all but ordered her to go with the Queen’s retinue to the capital.
Running her fingers across the intricate designs inscribed on the fob, she resisted the urge to laugh bitterly. It was the Doctor, even in his form as assistant to Governor Bibble, who should be here, not her. The Queen had her handmaidens with her; why would she need an ordinary maid? Martha just hoped that the Doctor would manage to survive the occupation and that the Trade Federation didn’t find where she had hidden the TARDIS.
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped Martha out of her reverie. Looking up, she quickly got to her feet at the sight of the older of the two Jedi that now traveled with them-Qui-Gon Jinn, if she remembered correctly.
“Master Jedi,” she greeted him, giving him a short bow like she had seen the others do.
“Please, sit,” he told her, gesturing with his head at the seat she had just vacated. “I did not intend to disturb you.” Martha did as he said, never taking her eyes off the older man. There was something about him that gave him a sense of quiet power and authority, different from the one she had grown accustomed to with the Doctor.
“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the watch fob, which she had placed on the table. Martha picked up the watch, feeling strangely self-conscious.
“I’m not exactly sure,” she answered, not completely lying. She knew that it only looked like a watch fob, but that there was something more to it that she didn’t fully understand. “It’s an heirloom from a friend’s family.” Again, not exactly a lie, but not the full truth either.
“May I look at it?” Qui-Gon asked. Martha paused, weighing his request. She didn’t want to arouse his suspicions that there was something less than ordinary about her, but she also felt less than comfortable with letting somebody who was a stranger handling the Doctor’s essence.
“Just be careful with it,” she finally said, handing the fob over. “I promised Gerje that I’d bring it back to him.” She felt her throat tighten, and she looked down at the table, trying to squash the feeling that she wouldn’t see the Doctor again. She felt Qui-Gon gently take the fob from her hand, and she looked up to see him examining it with an intent look on his face.
“How odd,” he muttered, turning it around slowly, sounding like he was talking to himself. “It’s ancient, yet almost like it was crafted yesterday.” His fingers fingered the release, and Martha felt a surge of fear. No, he couldn’t open it. Not now when the Family was still looking for them.
“You’re worried about the owner of this,” he stated, changing tactics as his fingers wandered away from the clasp. His eyes rose from his examination to meet hers, and Martha met them briefly before looking away. She couldn’t explain why, but she had the distinct impression that he was assessing her with some sort of sixth sense of his.
“I’m worried about everybody we left behind,” she answered, skirting around the question. She studied her interlaced hands, trying to collect herself. “But yes, I am worried about Gerje. I’m worried that he’ll do something stupid and get himself killed.” What would happen if the Doctor died while still a human? What would happen to the essence trapped within the watch then?
“You’ll see each other again,” Qui-Gon’s reassuring voice broke through her troubled thoughts. Martha looked up and raised her eyebrows slightly. He was still holding the watch, but was no longer studying it.
“So you believe in destiny then?” Martha asked, unable to stop herself. She knew Tish and her mother bought into some of the New Age stuff to a certain extent, but she wasn’t sure how far she would believe something like that. Of course, she was traveling with an impossible man in a blue police box, so she wasn’t one to talk.
“I believe in the will of the Force,” he corrected gently, a smile ghosting across his face as he handed her the watch fob. “And I believe it’s saying that you’ll see your friend again and be able to give this back to him.” Martha hesitantly took the fob from him, unable to look away from his intense gaze. It was like looking into the Doctor’s eyes, in those brief moments when he relaxed his guard enough around her to let his true self show through. Then, in a blink of an eye, the intensity had diminished.
“Now, it is late, and we have a long journey ahead of us,” he said, getting to his feet, towering over Martha. “I suggest we retire for the evening.” Martha got to her feet as well, gave Qui-Gon another small bow.
“Thank you, Master Jedi,” she thanked him sincerely. He bowed his head in acknowledgment, and turned to walk back to his quarters. Martha waited a few seconds, thinking about what he said. She didn’t know what the Force was, or why it would have a will, but something about the way Qui-Gon had said it made her believe in it.
Turning these thoughts over in her head, Martha slowly walked back to the cramped room and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Rating: PG
Crossover: Doctor Who/Star Wars
Summary: Worried about those left behind, Martha shares a talk with Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, confusing and reassuring at the same time.
Prompts: "Sixth sense" for crossovers100, "destiny" for fivebyfiction , "what" for 5_times ,"big bang" for xoverland .
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all related characters; Lucasfilm owns "Star Wars" and all related characters; I own nothing.
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Martha sat in the darkened main room of the Naboo Royal Cruiser, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the chilled recycled air. She knew that she should be in her quarters sleeping, but it was too crowded with her and all of the handmaidens cramming into one room, and her mind was too troubled to actually sleep. Studying the watch fob in her hand, Martha did her best to hold back the tears that had been threatening all day. The Doctor-no, Gerje Pantoni-had pressed this into her hands right after he had all but ordered her to go with the Queen’s retinue to the capital.
Running her fingers across the intricate designs inscribed on the fob, she resisted the urge to laugh bitterly. It was the Doctor, even in his form as assistant to Governor Bibble, who should be here, not her. The Queen had her handmaidens with her; why would she need an ordinary maid? Martha just hoped that the Doctor would manage to survive the occupation and that the Trade Federation didn’t find where she had hidden the TARDIS.
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped Martha out of her reverie. Looking up, she quickly got to her feet at the sight of the older of the two Jedi that now traveled with them-Qui-Gon Jinn, if she remembered correctly.
“Master Jedi,” she greeted him, giving him a short bow like she had seen the others do.
“Please, sit,” he told her, gesturing with his head at the seat she had just vacated. “I did not intend to disturb you.” Martha did as he said, never taking her eyes off the older man. There was something about him that gave him a sense of quiet power and authority, different from the one she had grown accustomed to with the Doctor.
“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the watch fob, which she had placed on the table. Martha picked up the watch, feeling strangely self-conscious.
“I’m not exactly sure,” she answered, not completely lying. She knew that it only looked like a watch fob, but that there was something more to it that she didn’t fully understand. “It’s an heirloom from a friend’s family.” Again, not exactly a lie, but not the full truth either.
“May I look at it?” Qui-Gon asked. Martha paused, weighing his request. She didn’t want to arouse his suspicions that there was something less than ordinary about her, but she also felt less than comfortable with letting somebody who was a stranger handling the Doctor’s essence.
“Just be careful with it,” she finally said, handing the fob over. “I promised Gerje that I’d bring it back to him.” She felt her throat tighten, and she looked down at the table, trying to squash the feeling that she wouldn’t see the Doctor again. She felt Qui-Gon gently take the fob from her hand, and she looked up to see him examining it with an intent look on his face.
“How odd,” he muttered, turning it around slowly, sounding like he was talking to himself. “It’s ancient, yet almost like it was crafted yesterday.” His fingers fingered the release, and Martha felt a surge of fear. No, he couldn’t open it. Not now when the Family was still looking for them.
“You’re worried about the owner of this,” he stated, changing tactics as his fingers wandered away from the clasp. His eyes rose from his examination to meet hers, and Martha met them briefly before looking away. She couldn’t explain why, but she had the distinct impression that he was assessing her with some sort of sixth sense of his.
“I’m worried about everybody we left behind,” she answered, skirting around the question. She studied her interlaced hands, trying to collect herself. “But yes, I am worried about Gerje. I’m worried that he’ll do something stupid and get himself killed.” What would happen if the Doctor died while still a human? What would happen to the essence trapped within the watch then?
“You’ll see each other again,” Qui-Gon’s reassuring voice broke through her troubled thoughts. Martha looked up and raised her eyebrows slightly. He was still holding the watch, but was no longer studying it.
“So you believe in destiny then?” Martha asked, unable to stop herself. She knew Tish and her mother bought into some of the New Age stuff to a certain extent, but she wasn’t sure how far she would believe something like that. Of course, she was traveling with an impossible man in a blue police box, so she wasn’t one to talk.
“I believe in the will of the Force,” he corrected gently, a smile ghosting across his face as he handed her the watch fob. “And I believe it’s saying that you’ll see your friend again and be able to give this back to him.” Martha hesitantly took the fob from him, unable to look away from his intense gaze. It was like looking into the Doctor’s eyes, in those brief moments when he relaxed his guard enough around her to let his true self show through. Then, in a blink of an eye, the intensity had diminished.
“Now, it is late, and we have a long journey ahead of us,” he said, getting to his feet, towering over Martha. “I suggest we retire for the evening.” Martha got to her feet as well, gave Qui-Gon another small bow.
“Thank you, Master Jedi,” she thanked him sincerely. He bowed his head in acknowledgment, and turned to walk back to his quarters. Martha waited a few seconds, thinking about what he said. She didn’t know what the Force was, or why it would have a will, but something about the way Qui-Gon had said it made her believe in it.
Turning these thoughts over in her head, Martha slowly walked back to the cramped room and fell into a dreamless sleep.