( oh hay Nine/Martha angst, with a bonus cameo! )

"Do you love him?" the Doctor asks, tipping his chin to indicate the identical TARDIS next to his ( Read more... )

"Where are we now?" Martha asked the Doctor, peering out the door at what could have been any park on Earth. Just past the edge of the grass, people gathered along the sidewalk, paying no mind to the heat that shimmered along the pavement's surface ( Read more... )

Martha clung to the console of the TARDIS as the ship spun through the Vortex, secretly glad she hadn't had much to eat earlier. Of course, they'd been on a planet where the tea they'd been offered had been a strange yellow colour, and the sandwiches had contained purple slugs - all a bit off-putting, really. As much as she liked adventuring, ( Read more... )

"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love. Listens but doesn't believe. And leaves, before she is left." -- Marilyn MonroeMartha has never been wise when it comes to love. She wonders if things would be different if she'd dated during secondary school - but she'd been too busy with A-levels for that sort of thing, and besides, there hadn't been anybody ( Read more... )

Martha steps out of the TARDIS, blinking at the bright South Pacific sunlight. "This is where UNIT was broadcasting their signal from," she says to the Doctor. "Looks pretty peaceful, though." She shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it just inside the door of the TARDIS, as she obviously won't be needing it here. "Wouldn't be a bad place to have a ( Read more... )

"Don't you ever wear anything else?" Martha asks him as she watches him rummage through a dresser and pull out a pair of trousers and a jumper. Honestly, she's beginning to think the man has one set of clothes for each regeneration - and it's not like he's lacking for clothes, because she's seen the wardrobe. Not only that, but she's pretty sure ( Read more... )

Many people weigh the guilt they will feel against the pleasure of the forbidden action they want to take. -Peter McWilliamsMartha's eyes are dark with lust as she studies the Doctor for a long moment, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She can't help but think of Tom - she hasn't slept with another man since his death, or since he left for Africa ( Read more... )

"Does he make you happy?" The words keep echoing in Martha's head. Surely the Doctor would know the answer to that already - but timelines, Martha's learnt, are tricky things to deal with. She has to walk a thin line between the intertwining threads, trying to keep her present from changing her past. It's dangerous - there are so many times when ( Read more... )

"Me? I'm not the one who crushed their high priestess under the TARDIS!" she points out. "Good job there, Dorothy!" Martha eyes the water, then the pygmies. Yeah, she's pretty sure she's going to pass on getting stabbed to death by miniature spears. "Jump!" she cries, pulling the Doctor off the cliff with her.