Marthathon Fic
It was a very peculiar feeling and Martha wasn't sure what to make of it. It wasn't too dissimilar to riding on Oblivion at Alton Towers in the way it made her stomach feel funny but without the terror of looking over the drop.
Naturally, he wasn't bothered by it one bit. Of course, this was probably an everyday occurrence for him, along with the running and the screaming.
The Doctor was floating near the ceiling turning lazy somersaults, a massive grin on his face. "Oh, it's been years since I've done this." He spun a few more times before twisting (with a great deal of arm flailing) and turning to face Martha. "What you doing down there?"
She glared up at him. "I'm quite happy here, thank you very much." She tightened her grip on one of the support columns that ringed the Console Room, the sharp corners cutting into her arms as she hugged it. "I'd be happier with both feet on the ground, mind."
The Doctor attempted a cartwheel without much success and ended up crashing into the column above her head. "Well, there's still some things I can't do. Shame really; I always fancied being a galaxy-class gymnast," he sighed.
The sonic screwdriver drifted slowly through the air. Martha tapped it with a finger and it span off across the Console Room.
"It's perfectly safe."
Martha looked up dubiously at him. "Like the time we went to the planet with the singing trees that tried to eat you?" she arched an eyebrow at him.
"Oh no, much safer than that. Go on," he urged. "Let go. Gravity's really overrated anyway."
She could feel herself wavering. After all, it’s not everyday that you get to float around in zero gravity. She loosened her grip and, closing her eyes, slowly pushed away from the support. She felt herself rise slightly into the air. It was very strange. A slow smile crossed her face.
She opened her eyes and looked around. She was floating! Actually floating! And it was brilliant!
The Doctor was grinning at her. "See? Better than any theme park ride. You don't get a picture at the end though," he looked sorrowful for a moment before rolling to the side and grabbing the screwdriver as it floated past.
Laughing, Martha performed a more successful cartwheel than the Doctor's; suddenly very glad she decided to wear trousers today.
"Of course, we can't just float around here all day," he told her. The console spat out a shower of sparks. "And I really ought to fix that too. It shouldn't be doing that. Nope, not at all."
Martha tried swimming through the air. It was a lot harder to move about than she thought it would be. She wondered for a moment how she was going to go to bed tonight - the furniture in her room was all securely bolted to the ground leaving her six foot above it.
The Doctor was about to speak when he was distracted by the hat stand floating past and went after it. "Ooh, you could have an eye out with that."
Something on the console started beeping angrily.
"Be right with you," the Doctor told it distractedly, trying to grab the hat stand but missing.
The console beeped again, accompanied by some greenish-coloured sparks.
"Oh dear," the Doctor said.
Martha had a split-second feeling of heaviness before landing on the grilled floor with a bump. The Doctor wasn't quite so lucky. He bounced off a column with a strangled yelp before hitting the floor by the TARDIS doors, the hat stand crashing down on top of him.
He sat up rubbing his head, a wounded expression on his face. He caught Martha's eye and grinned. "The moral of the story: never ignore sentient time machines."
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T'End
*runs away*