prompt response: oncoming_storms, 115.3
When you put on the TV you find it's showing an adventure of yours (prompt may be slightly stretched to fit my idea)
Martha eyes the cover of Radio Times distastefully; the man on the cover is somehow a dead ringer for Harry Saxon. If he didn't look like him, she thinks, she might find him a little attractive. His body language is different, his posture, even his voice (she swears he almost sounds Northern at times): everything that makes the Master the Master is off. But she's glad for that, because she wouldn't be able to handle it otherwise.
She's watching the miniseries, of course, even though she doesn't want to. (She'd thought about calling the Doctor to let him know, but he can just wait for the DVD release.) Jack's incommunicado, and her family - it's hardly the sort of thing that's appropriate for a family get-together. So it's just Martha and a nice bottle of red wine tucked into a corner of the sofa.
This particular episode is mainly about Saxon's early life - she's not entirely certain how they're handling the fact that his so-called childhood didn't actually exist. (It probably mentions something about the adaptation in the magazine, she figures, or on the Internet, but she can't be arsed to look it up. It's Channel 4; they're hardly likely to strive for accuracy.) Of course, his book is very thinly-veiled fiction, so, for all she knows, they could be taking it from that.
"John Smith" Martha glares at the television when Saxon's uni classmate is introduced. "Bollocks!" (She's on her second glass of wine.) She doesn't even know why the bloke is Scottish, of all things, and he certainly doesn't look like the Doctor. His hair isn't nearly spiky enough, and he's not even wearing a suit (or trainers). He does seem to lick things rather a lot, though, and at least his tongue seems to be accurate.
Martha pours her third glass of wine as the two young men spend a lot of time poring over books together, rolling in the grass, and doing other...vaguely homoerotic things. She isn't entirely certain her vocabulary is wide enough to express what she's feeling right now. When they start staring into each other's eyes meaningfully, she begins thinking about the vodka tucked away in a kitchen cabinet.
Luckily, as she's mixing her cranberry juice in, they have an explosive (and exceptionally sexy-looking) falling-out, the sort that typically results in steamy make-up sex later on. (Martha isn't sure she has enough alcohol in the flat to cope with this thought.) She's read the book, unfortunately, but it never seemed so blatantly gay before. (The image of Harry resting his forehead against John's really doesn't help, and she pours a little of the juice out to add more vodka in.)
Martha's hardly homophobic - it's impossible around Jack, for one thing, and she normally has no problem with blokes making out. In fact, she'd definitely snuck over to a mate's house to watch Queer as Folk when it was on. She's just really, really uncomfortable thinking of the Master and the Doctor like...that, especially because it almost sort of starts to make sense.
But she can't turn the television off, either, because she wants to see what happens, in this part and in the next two. Curiosity killed the cat, she thinks wryly, or at least gave it alcohol poisoning. The booze kicks in around the end of the show, and shortly before the credits, she dozes off wrapped up in her blanket, images of the Master and the Doctor flickering across her subconscious and in the darkened room.
(Someone, she thinks muzzily, just before she drifts off, is going to have a lot of explaining to do later on.)
Muse: Martha Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 609
Martha eyes the cover of Radio Times distastefully; the man on the cover is somehow a dead ringer for Harry Saxon. If he didn't look like him, she thinks, she might find him a little attractive. His body language is different, his posture, even his voice (she swears he almost sounds Northern at times): everything that makes the Master the Master is off. But she's glad for that, because she wouldn't be able to handle it otherwise.
She's watching the miniseries, of course, even though she doesn't want to. (She'd thought about calling the Doctor to let him know, but he can just wait for the DVD release.) Jack's incommunicado, and her family - it's hardly the sort of thing that's appropriate for a family get-together. So it's just Martha and a nice bottle of red wine tucked into a corner of the sofa.
This particular episode is mainly about Saxon's early life - she's not entirely certain how they're handling the fact that his so-called childhood didn't actually exist. (It probably mentions something about the adaptation in the magazine, she figures, or on the Internet, but she can't be arsed to look it up. It's Channel 4; they're hardly likely to strive for accuracy.) Of course, his book is very thinly-veiled fiction, so, for all she knows, they could be taking it from that.
"John Smith" Martha glares at the television when Saxon's uni classmate is introduced. "Bollocks!" (She's on her second glass of wine.) She doesn't even know why the bloke is Scottish, of all things, and he certainly doesn't look like the Doctor. His hair isn't nearly spiky enough, and he's not even wearing a suit (or trainers). He does seem to lick things rather a lot, though, and at least his tongue seems to be accurate.
Martha pours her third glass of wine as the two young men spend a lot of time poring over books together, rolling in the grass, and doing other...vaguely homoerotic things. She isn't entirely certain her vocabulary is wide enough to express what she's feeling right now. When they start staring into each other's eyes meaningfully, she begins thinking about the vodka tucked away in a kitchen cabinet.
Luckily, as she's mixing her cranberry juice in, they have an explosive (and exceptionally sexy-looking) falling-out, the sort that typically results in steamy make-up sex later on. (Martha isn't sure she has enough alcohol in the flat to cope with this thought.) She's read the book, unfortunately, but it never seemed so blatantly gay before. (The image of Harry resting his forehead against John's really doesn't help, and she pours a little of the juice out to add more vodka in.)
Martha's hardly homophobic - it's impossible around Jack, for one thing, and she normally has no problem with blokes making out. In fact, she'd definitely snuck over to a mate's house to watch Queer as Folk when it was on. She's just really, really uncomfortable thinking of the Master and the Doctor like...that, especially because it almost sort of starts to make sense.
But she can't turn the television off, either, because she wants to see what happens, in this part and in the next two. Curiosity killed the cat, she thinks wryly, or at least gave it alcohol poisoning. The booze kicks in around the end of the show, and shortly before the credits, she dozes off wrapped up in her blanket, images of the Master and the Doctor flickering across her subconscious and in the darkened room.
(Someone, she thinks muzzily, just before she drifts off, is going to have a lot of explaining to do later on.)
Muse: Martha Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 609