Doctor Who fic
Title: A Subtle Kiss That No One Sees
Author: kurosawa
Written for: gothic_veils as part of masterficathon, using her prompt: "The Master does die and is kept on the Tardis. Martha ends up feeling sorry for him. Martha/Master please."
Pairing: Martha/Master
Rating: R (for some light sexiness)
Warnings: spoilers through the end of season 3.
Words: ~1800
Author's note: I'd never really thought about this pairing before, so it was fun to try. Also, the layout of the TARDIS is totally of my own invention, as I needed separate rooms and can't recall seeing much beyond the console room and the room with all the clothes. Many thanks to selfcontained for proofing and giving me a song to use since I don't listen to the radio.
Martha opens her eyes and finds herself standing near the console. The TARDIS is humming slightly, a high-pitched noise she can barely make out. It's different somehow from its normal sounds but at the moment she can't quite figure out why. She places a hand gently on the console and hums along with it, the notes sailing out of her and echoing through the room. She starts to recognize the tune, something she heard on the radio recently, "Read My Mind," by The Killers. Swaying along with the beat, her cotton skirt bounces against her knees in an opposite rhythm. She starts to lower her volume, and immediately hears footsteps behind her. She knows it can only be the one other being on the ship, her Time Lord, and does not turn around.
His steps become slower as he sees her; it seems to take years for him to reach her back. When he finally does, he slides one hand around her waist, rubbing against her silk blouse and reaching for her navel. His other hand reaches up for the back of her neck, forces her head to lean to her left. Goosebumps rise up on the soft skin of her neck as his tongue begins tracing tiny circles. The hand on her stomach begins snaking downward. She grasps the console with both hands now, leans forward slightly. She presses her ass against him and feels him getting harder. He takes his hand from her neck and lifts her skirt up. She hears him undoing his zipper, letting his pants drop to the floor. He enters her suddenly and she gasps. As he starts his familiar thrusting, she moans his name,
"Master."
Martha opens her eyes and finds herself standing near the console. Her hands are gripping it, fingers stretched to the point of feeling like they'll break off. Slowly releasing her grip, she wonders what that was all about. Can she fall asleep standing up? As she rubs the back of her hands, she hears footsteps behind her. Twirling around, she sees The Doctor entering the room.
"Did I startle you?"
Martha takes a deep breath and lets her hands fall to her sides. "Sorry, I've just been.... out of it today."
He walks past her to the console and fiddles with a knob. She gets the feeling he's not actually doing it for a purpose, but just to look busy. He begins to hum to himself, so softly she doesn't notice at first.
"What's that song you're humming?"
"What? Oh, just something by The Killers. It's from your time, actually. Not a bad tune, but nobody played it very often after Kevin Federline's new album came out and went platinum." He gives her one of his looks, one eyebrow crooked up.
She ignores it and turns to leave, to go hide in her little room for a while, maybe get some actual sleep.
"Martha?"
She turns and waits.
"Don't...." He trails off, searching for the right words. "Just don't worry about him. Just.... forget he's here."
Martha laughs, "Oh, right! Just forget about the corpse of the evil Time Lord we're keeping frozen in the other room. No, no, I'd forgotten all about it until you mentioned it!"
"What I meant.... just leave him alone."
"What do you think I'd do? Dissect him? Draw a mustache on him? He's dead, and good riddance."
The Doctor turns to her and folds his arms across his chest. "I've never known a Time Lord to refuse to regenerate. I'm not sure what will happen to his body.... I just don't want something to happen to you."
Martha sighs, "I'm sorry, I just.... I need some sleep. I haven't been sleeping well since we left. Just... weird dreams."
"Well, why don't you go have a nap and I'll wake you up when we get to.... wherever we're going next. Sweet dreams."
Starting to leave, she stops and looks back. "Doctor, where are we going?"
He takes a moment. "Someplace we can leave his body."
***
She wouldn't have guessed he was such a good dancer. He moves around her like she's air, like he's breathing her in and out. She feels light, like she's made of light, her feet following his of their own accord. After spinning around with her, he dips her back and she closes her eyes, waits for his lips to move over her throat.
Instead, he keeps letting her dip back, farther until she's sure she'll hit the floor and he'll topple onto her. When she reaches the floor, it's soft and she sinks into it. Not toppling, but moving over her gently, he covers her body with his.
As his hands start to slide around her, he leans into her and whispers something in her ear.
"Don't let him get rid of me."
Snapping her eyes open, she looks at his face and murmurs, "What?" but he continues his kisses, ignoring her.
Martha wakes up, taking a moment to realize she's in her bedroom on the TARDIS with her hand down her panties.
"Martha?" The Doctor calls from outside the door.
"Just a minute!" she squeaks as she flings herself out of bed and reaches for her jeans. After she gets herself into them, she opens the door to find the Doctor leaning against the frame.
"Guess where we are."
"Um.... the year one billion?"
"I said where, not when. We're still in 2007. But now we're, wait for it..... in the middle of nowhere."
Martha crinkles her forehead. "The.... nowhere? How can we be nowhere? We have to be somewhere!"
The Doctor grabs her by the hand and brings her to the console room. He pushes the TARDIS door open and Martha stares past him into.... nothing. No planets. No stars. No light. No.... nothing.
She grabs his arm to brace herself. "How.... where is everything?"
"This is everything," he says, putting his arm around her and gesturing out. "We're trillions and trillions of miles away from the nearest solar system, trillions of miles from the nearest star. This.... is everything there is here."
"Okay, so why did we come to the middle of nowhere?"
"To leave something here."
Martha freezes, stares out at the vast black nothingness in front of her. She lets go of The Doctor and closes the door. He's already started going towards the small room where the body is, already reaching for the metal container, the coffin. She can see the top of The Master's head through the tiny glass window on it, knows just below are his eyes, waiting to open and look into her.
"WAIT!" Martha grabs The Doctor and pulls him away from the container. "We can't just.... we can't just leave him out there."
The Doctor untangles himself from her. "Martha, I'm not happy doing this. But we can't just keep him here."
"But why not? Why can't we just freeze him or something?"
"I have no idea what his body will do now. Time Lords are supposed to regenerate; his entire molecular structure may have been altered now. He could.... explode at any minute! He could melt into a puddle! I don't know!"
"Well..... then why don't you just.... study him. You could find out."
He turns away from her, staring at The Master's container. "And what good will that do? He's gone, I'm the only Time Lord left. What good would that knowledge do anyone?"
"It would satisfy your curiosity, wouldn't it?" she asked.
The Doctor sighed and crossed his arms. "I suppose it would."
***
"Martha......"
She hears her name whispered, seeping in under her door, crawling through the air and making circles in her ears. He calls, and she obeys.
She pulls back the covers and gets out of bed. Without putting anything over the tank top and panties she's wearing, she steps out into the hall and looks towards The Doctor's room. There's no light on under his door, so she proceeds to her left towards the other Time Lord.
As she reaches for the door handle to the room, she hears her name whispered again, inside her head, encouraging her. Opening the door, she notices that the air seems warmer than it was earlier. She closes the door behind her, walks to the other side of the room, only ten feet in, to the only thing in the room. She reaches her hand up to the window in the container; it feels hot under her fingertips. She tries to peer in, but can only see his hair. What if he's burning up? She has to get him out of there.
She tries to pry open the side of the container, fumbling with the locking mechanism. "Come on! Why won't you open!?" She kicks it a few times, but receives only the satisfaction of a dull thud. Sliding to the floor, she wonders if there are any tools outside she could use. Beside she hears a hiss and the lock snaps open, causing her to yelp.
With another hiss and a bit of white steam, the container's door rises up and slides to the side. For a moment The Master is standing inside, waiting with his eyes closed. Then his body starts to slump and he pitches forward onto the ground, landing with a small thud on his side.
She crawls across the floor to him, grabbing his wrist to check for a pulse, finding none. Looking up at the door, she wonders if The Doctor has heard any of this. She waits for footsteps, but the hall outside remains silent.
The floor is cold against her bare legs, but as her knee brushes against his body, she feels instantly warmer. Sliding closer to him, she feels the warmth spread through her body. She lifts his head and gently lets it down into her lap. Stroking his hair with just the tips of her fingers, she watches his face, his face that should be dead but looks so alive. His skin is pink and she thinks she can feel blood pulsing into his temples. As he opens his eyes, she first thinks how she had forgotten his eyes were brown.
He only looks at her for a moment before shakily getting to his feet. He takes a deep breath in, then cracks his neck to each side. Finally he looks down at her on the floor, sitting with her mouth slightly open. He smiles.
"Miss Jones."
She can't think, can't comprehend what's happening as he pulls her up and their lips meet for the first time, but the thousandth time in her dreams. In the distance, hardly audible, hardly recognizable as his voice, Martha can hear The Doctor:
"Martha, what have you done?"
Author: kurosawa
Written for: gothic_veils as part of masterficathon, using her prompt: "The Master does die and is kept on the Tardis. Martha ends up feeling sorry for him. Martha/Master please."
Pairing: Martha/Master
Rating: R (for some light sexiness)
Warnings: spoilers through the end of season 3.
Words: ~1800
Author's note: I'd never really thought about this pairing before, so it was fun to try. Also, the layout of the TARDIS is totally of my own invention, as I needed separate rooms and can't recall seeing much beyond the console room and the room with all the clothes. Many thanks to selfcontained for proofing and giving me a song to use since I don't listen to the radio.
Martha opens her eyes and finds herself standing near the console. The TARDIS is humming slightly, a high-pitched noise she can barely make out. It's different somehow from its normal sounds but at the moment she can't quite figure out why. She places a hand gently on the console and hums along with it, the notes sailing out of her and echoing through the room. She starts to recognize the tune, something she heard on the radio recently, "Read My Mind," by The Killers. Swaying along with the beat, her cotton skirt bounces against her knees in an opposite rhythm. She starts to lower her volume, and immediately hears footsteps behind her. She knows it can only be the one other being on the ship, her Time Lord, and does not turn around.
His steps become slower as he sees her; it seems to take years for him to reach her back. When he finally does, he slides one hand around her waist, rubbing against her silk blouse and reaching for her navel. His other hand reaches up for the back of her neck, forces her head to lean to her left. Goosebumps rise up on the soft skin of her neck as his tongue begins tracing tiny circles. The hand on her stomach begins snaking downward. She grasps the console with both hands now, leans forward slightly. She presses her ass against him and feels him getting harder. He takes his hand from her neck and lifts her skirt up. She hears him undoing his zipper, letting his pants drop to the floor. He enters her suddenly and she gasps. As he starts his familiar thrusting, she moans his name,
"Master."
Martha opens her eyes and finds herself standing near the console. Her hands are gripping it, fingers stretched to the point of feeling like they'll break off. Slowly releasing her grip, she wonders what that was all about. Can she fall asleep standing up? As she rubs the back of her hands, she hears footsteps behind her. Twirling around, she sees The Doctor entering the room.
"Did I startle you?"
Martha takes a deep breath and lets her hands fall to her sides. "Sorry, I've just been.... out of it today."
He walks past her to the console and fiddles with a knob. She gets the feeling he's not actually doing it for a purpose, but just to look busy. He begins to hum to himself, so softly she doesn't notice at first.
"What's that song you're humming?"
"What? Oh, just something by The Killers. It's from your time, actually. Not a bad tune, but nobody played it very often after Kevin Federline's new album came out and went platinum." He gives her one of his looks, one eyebrow crooked up.
She ignores it and turns to leave, to go hide in her little room for a while, maybe get some actual sleep.
"Martha?"
She turns and waits.
"Don't...." He trails off, searching for the right words. "Just don't worry about him. Just.... forget he's here."
Martha laughs, "Oh, right! Just forget about the corpse of the evil Time Lord we're keeping frozen in the other room. No, no, I'd forgotten all about it until you mentioned it!"
"What I meant.... just leave him alone."
"What do you think I'd do? Dissect him? Draw a mustache on him? He's dead, and good riddance."
The Doctor turns to her and folds his arms across his chest. "I've never known a Time Lord to refuse to regenerate. I'm not sure what will happen to his body.... I just don't want something to happen to you."
Martha sighs, "I'm sorry, I just.... I need some sleep. I haven't been sleeping well since we left. Just... weird dreams."
"Well, why don't you go have a nap and I'll wake you up when we get to.... wherever we're going next. Sweet dreams."
Starting to leave, she stops and looks back. "Doctor, where are we going?"
He takes a moment. "Someplace we can leave his body."
***
She wouldn't have guessed he was such a good dancer. He moves around her like she's air, like he's breathing her in and out. She feels light, like she's made of light, her feet following his of their own accord. After spinning around with her, he dips her back and she closes her eyes, waits for his lips to move over her throat.
Instead, he keeps letting her dip back, farther until she's sure she'll hit the floor and he'll topple onto her. When she reaches the floor, it's soft and she sinks into it. Not toppling, but moving over her gently, he covers her body with his.
As his hands start to slide around her, he leans into her and whispers something in her ear.
"Don't let him get rid of me."
Snapping her eyes open, she looks at his face and murmurs, "What?" but he continues his kisses, ignoring her.
Martha wakes up, taking a moment to realize she's in her bedroom on the TARDIS with her hand down her panties.
"Martha?" The Doctor calls from outside the door.
"Just a minute!" she squeaks as she flings herself out of bed and reaches for her jeans. After she gets herself into them, she opens the door to find the Doctor leaning against the frame.
"Guess where we are."
"Um.... the year one billion?"
"I said where, not when. We're still in 2007. But now we're, wait for it..... in the middle of nowhere."
Martha crinkles her forehead. "The.... nowhere? How can we be nowhere? We have to be somewhere!"
The Doctor grabs her by the hand and brings her to the console room. He pushes the TARDIS door open and Martha stares past him into.... nothing. No planets. No stars. No light. No.... nothing.
She grabs his arm to brace herself. "How.... where is everything?"
"This is everything," he says, putting his arm around her and gesturing out. "We're trillions and trillions of miles away from the nearest solar system, trillions of miles from the nearest star. This.... is everything there is here."
"Okay, so why did we come to the middle of nowhere?"
"To leave something here."
Martha freezes, stares out at the vast black nothingness in front of her. She lets go of The Doctor and closes the door. He's already started going towards the small room where the body is, already reaching for the metal container, the coffin. She can see the top of The Master's head through the tiny glass window on it, knows just below are his eyes, waiting to open and look into her.
"WAIT!" Martha grabs The Doctor and pulls him away from the container. "We can't just.... we can't just leave him out there."
The Doctor untangles himself from her. "Martha, I'm not happy doing this. But we can't just keep him here."
"But why not? Why can't we just freeze him or something?"
"I have no idea what his body will do now. Time Lords are supposed to regenerate; his entire molecular structure may have been altered now. He could.... explode at any minute! He could melt into a puddle! I don't know!"
"Well..... then why don't you just.... study him. You could find out."
He turns away from her, staring at The Master's container. "And what good will that do? He's gone, I'm the only Time Lord left. What good would that knowledge do anyone?"
"It would satisfy your curiosity, wouldn't it?" she asked.
The Doctor sighed and crossed his arms. "I suppose it would."
***
"Martha......"
She hears her name whispered, seeping in under her door, crawling through the air and making circles in her ears. He calls, and she obeys.
She pulls back the covers and gets out of bed. Without putting anything over the tank top and panties she's wearing, she steps out into the hall and looks towards The Doctor's room. There's no light on under his door, so she proceeds to her left towards the other Time Lord.
As she reaches for the door handle to the room, she hears her name whispered again, inside her head, encouraging her. Opening the door, she notices that the air seems warmer than it was earlier. She closes the door behind her, walks to the other side of the room, only ten feet in, to the only thing in the room. She reaches her hand up to the window in the container; it feels hot under her fingertips. She tries to peer in, but can only see his hair. What if he's burning up? She has to get him out of there.
She tries to pry open the side of the container, fumbling with the locking mechanism. "Come on! Why won't you open!?" She kicks it a few times, but receives only the satisfaction of a dull thud. Sliding to the floor, she wonders if there are any tools outside she could use. Beside she hears a hiss and the lock snaps open, causing her to yelp.
With another hiss and a bit of white steam, the container's door rises up and slides to the side. For a moment The Master is standing inside, waiting with his eyes closed. Then his body starts to slump and he pitches forward onto the ground, landing with a small thud on his side.
She crawls across the floor to him, grabbing his wrist to check for a pulse, finding none. Looking up at the door, she wonders if The Doctor has heard any of this. She waits for footsteps, but the hall outside remains silent.
The floor is cold against her bare legs, but as her knee brushes against his body, she feels instantly warmer. Sliding closer to him, she feels the warmth spread through her body. She lifts his head and gently lets it down into her lap. Stroking his hair with just the tips of her fingers, she watches his face, his face that should be dead but looks so alive. His skin is pink and she thinks she can feel blood pulsing into his temples. As he opens his eyes, she first thinks how she had forgotten his eyes were brown.
He only looks at her for a moment before shakily getting to his feet. He takes a deep breath in, then cracks his neck to each side. Finally he looks down at her on the floor, sitting with her mouth slightly open. He smiles.
"Miss Jones."
She can't think, can't comprehend what's happening as he pulls her up and their lips meet for the first time, but the thousandth time in her dreams. In the distance, hardly audible, hardly recognizable as his voice, Martha can hear The Doctor:
"Martha, what have you done?"