Blossom Through Time - Chapter 3
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It's now the summer hols, so the next chapters should be flying at ya!
Title: Blossom Through Time
Author: nuttynic12
Pairings: 10/ Martha
Rating: PG - 12
Spoliers: noneeee
Disclaimer: I don't own, or have anything to do with Doctor Who, I'm simply a fan!
Summary: The phone conversation continues.....
Chapter 1//Chapter 2
The Doctor was sat at the captains chair. He watched Martha as she paced the Tardis, talking to someone on her phone. From the look on her face when she answered it, he was guessing it was her mum. He could hear odd words, or phrases like 'it's what I want' and 'I trust him with my life!'
The Doctor began to think about what had happened. Or what nearly happened, prior to the phone call. We nearly kissed. He was sure of it. The weird thing was, it didn't feel weird to the Doctor, he didn't want to pull away. He didn't feel uncomfortable. Just nervous. Which wasn't something the Doctor felt regularly, he was always buzzing with confidence, he had to, standing to up armed aliens, aliens and monsters that could kill him in a second. You would of expected him to be nervous about that. But not about a kiss.
'Mum, I have spent my whole life looking after other people. Putting others first. Don't you think for once that I should do what I want?' Martha asked her Mum, she realized how much better this conversation was over the phone, rather than in person. That would of made it so much harder, seeing their faces as she told them. At least she could pretend they wouldn't be to upset.
'But what about us? That man has destroyed our lives! After all this trouble he has caused us, and you want to carry on traveling with him?' Martha's mum snapped back.
'How dare you! He saved your lives, and every-one else's on Earth! If it wasn't for him, you would still be on the valiant, serving the Master! He gave you back your freedom!' Martha was fuming. She couldn't believe what her mum was saying.
The Doctor started listening a bit more intently. He couldn't hear everything, just the bits that Martha yelled back at her mum when she was annoyed.
'Oh, and that's meant to make everything better is it? Well it doesn't! He is still taking you away from me! From your family.' Francine made it seem like the Doctor had kidnapped Martha.
'Mum, look. It's what I want. I'm going to be happy for the first time in my life. I was happiest when I was with him. Isn't that what you want? After all I've been through? Isn't this what I deserve?' Martha knew exactly what her answer was going to be.
'Yes, I guess. If your happy, I'm happy.' Word for word - Martha thought to herself.
'I will be mum, so happy! Look, I'll drop in every so often, it's not like you'll never see me again!'
'Okay. Well just don't get into any trouble. Make sure he looks after you, or tell him, he has me to answer to!'
'I will Mum! See you soon, Love you!'
'Love you to, goodbye Martha!' Martha ended the call as soon as her Mum said goodbye. She felt a bit sad, that she was leaving her Mum over the phone. That there was no goodbye hug. But it was probably better this way.
The Doctor was going over what he had just heard. Replaying it in his mind. 'After all I've been through.' Was meant to mean with him? Or something that happened before she met him? She hadn't said anything about her past to the Doctor. In actual fact, he knew practically nothing about her! He didn't want to force it out of her, but he couldn't help being curious about it, about what had happened.
The Doctor took the glasses off from his nose, placed them in his jacket pocket, and headed for his bedroom, book in hand. When he reached his room, he put his jacket and book away. He walked over to his bed, and sat on the side of it. He wasn't really sure what to do next. He wanted to talk to Martha, but he felt that if he asked her anything, she would know that he had been listening, and that's not what he wanted. He didn't do it to be rude or inconsiderate of her privacy. He always respected Martha, and when she wanted space, he gave it her. But he was desperate to know what this 'thing' was. Martha's secret. He couldn't really say anything though, she had to drag everything out of him. She knew most things about him, not everything, but most things.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on his bedroom door.
'Come in.' The Doctor looked over at the door. Martha's head popped round.
'Hi, I've told her.' Martha's face filled with sadness. It was unbearable for the Doctor to watch. He didn't need to know how it went, he could tell by the look on her face.
'Come here.' The Doctor held his arms out. Martha walked towards him, and accepted his hug. They stayed there for a while, sat on his bed, hugging, before either one of them said anything.
'We can go back and visit any time you want you know, just say when.' The Doctor tightened his grip around Martha.
'Thanks.' Martha's eyes filled with tears. She tried to keep them in, but it didn't work. A few escaped her eyes, landing on the Doctor's arm. The Doctor began to gently rock Martha, as if she was a small child who had fallen over.
Martha began to sob into the Doctor.
'Shh.' The Doctor repeated, he continued to rock her, to and fro, gently.
The sobbing stopped. Martha loosened her grip on the Doctor.
'We okay now?' The Doctor moved his arms away from Martha, cupping her face with his hands. He looked deep into her eyes.
'Yeah, I think so.' Martha returned the Doctor's look.
'Good.' A single tear escaped Martha's eye. The Doctor took his thumb, and wiped it away.
'Thanks.' Martha murmured. She continued to look at the Doctor, not wanting to break away.
The Doctor gave Martha a soft smile. 'Anything I can get you?' The Doctor asked, dropping his hands from her face, placing them in his lap.
'I could murder a good cuppa!' Martha gave the Doctor a cheeky grin, as she stood up.
'Consider it sorted! You go to the bathroom, wash your face, and I'll meet you in the kitchen!' The Doctor stood up, passed Martha, and walked out toward the kitchen.
As the Doctor came to the kitchen, he thought about Martha. Although she was upset, the Doctor liked comforting her. It wasn't awkward, it didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt right.
The Doctor fished around the kitchen cupboards for two mugs. When he found them, he placed them on the workbench nearest the kettle and started boiling the kettle.
Martha walked out of the Doctor's room, and headed for the bathroom. She walked over to the sink, put the plug in the plug hole, and filled the sink. As she waited for it to fill, she thought about what the Doctor had done. It wasn't a lot, but it felt like a lot to Martha. He comforted her. It didn't feel awkward, she didn't want to break away, and she didn't feel ashamed for crying into him.
Martha splashed some water onto her face, making sure none went in her eyes. She looked at her hands and realized that all her makeup had come of, but she wasn't really bothered as the Doctor must of seen her with mascara running down from her eyes. She dried her face, pulled out the plug and began to walk towards the kitchen.
The Doctor could see Martha getting closer, he finished stirring the milk into her tea, and handed her the hot mug.
'There you go, how you feeling?' The Doctor looked up at Martha, giving her a warm smile.
'Thanks, I'm okay.' Martha stared at the mug in her hands. She took a small sip. It burnt her tongue a little, but she didn't show it, and took a larger gulp.
The Doctor and Martha just stood there for a while, enjoying each others silent company. Moments passed and Martha realized that she had drank all her tea. She placed the mug on the counter and watched the Doctor finished of his mug, he then did the same.
Martha stood there, unsure of what to do. She didn't know what to say to him, but she didn't really feel like speaking. She wanted a hug. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, cuddle into him, but she wasn't sure.
The Doctor looked at Martha. She was deep in thought. He wasn't sure what to say to her, he didn't want to make her upset. He wasn't sure what to do. He thought about hugging her, but then that might be a bit, well, weird really. Then a sudden thought came to him.
'Do you know what I fancy?' The Doctor asked Martha.
'No idea, what do you fancy?' Martha looked up at the Doctor, waiting for his answer.
'I fancy, watching a film. And do you know, Martha Jones, what film I would like to watch?'
'Sounds like a good idea, and no, I have no idea what film you would like to watch.'
'I would like to watch,' the Doctor paused for a moment, giving Martha a cheeky grin. 'Notting Hill!'
The Doctor watched Martha's face light up when he finished. He knew it was her favourite film ever, and although he wasn't one for a chick flick, if it made Martha happy, he was happy.
'That's a good idea! I like that idea!' Martha gave the Doctor a warm smile.
'Tell you what, I'll set it up, can you get the popcorn?' The Doctor asked Martha, slowly moving out of the kitchen.
'Yeah, I'll meet you in the lounge.'
The Doctor walked into the Tardis lounge, scanned the bookcase of DVD's and found Notting Hill. He set up the film, putting the DVD into the DVD player, turning the TV on, and settling on the couch. Martha came in a few minutes later, hugging a large bowl of toffee popcorn, and two cans of beer.
'I'm in a beer mood, are you in a beer mood?' Martha asked the Doctor, settling next to him on the couch.
'Oh yes!' The Doctor took the can of beer from Martha, opened it, and took a gulp.
They both sat there, eyes glued to the TV screen. When the film was about half-way through, the Doctor could feel Martha getting closer to him. He turned his head and saw that her legs were on the couch, and she was leaning quite close to him. The Doctor took this closeness as an invitation. He lifted up his left arm.
'Hug?' The Doctor asked, giving Martha a warm smile.
'Yeah, why not?' Martha accepted his hug, shifting her body closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. The Doctor moved his head nearer to Martha's. His lips lightly skimming her head, he didn't seem to notice the faint smile that had spread across Martha's lips. She was pretty comfy, and could soon feel herself drifting off.
The Doctor looked down at Martha. Her breathing was heavier, and he realized she was asleep. He slowly got up, careful not to move Martha to much, as he didn't want to wake her. He turned everything off, and fished around in a small cupboard from a blanket. He carefully propped her head onto a pillow, and lay the blanket on top of her body. He watched her for a while and then tip toed out of the living room.
'Good night Martha Jones.' The Doctor whispered as he turned off the lights, and walked to his bedroom.
It's now the summer hols, so the next chapters should be flying at ya!
Title: Blossom Through Time
Author: nuttynic12
Pairings: 10/ Martha
Rating: PG - 12
Spoliers: noneeee
Disclaimer: I don't own, or have anything to do with Doctor Who, I'm simply a fan!
Summary: The phone conversation continues.....
Chapter 1//Chapter 2
The Doctor was sat at the captains chair. He watched Martha as she paced the Tardis, talking to someone on her phone. From the look on her face when she answered it, he was guessing it was her mum. He could hear odd words, or phrases like 'it's what I want' and 'I trust him with my life!'
The Doctor began to think about what had happened. Or what nearly happened, prior to the phone call. We nearly kissed. He was sure of it. The weird thing was, it didn't feel weird to the Doctor, he didn't want to pull away. He didn't feel uncomfortable. Just nervous. Which wasn't something the Doctor felt regularly, he was always buzzing with confidence, he had to, standing to up armed aliens, aliens and monsters that could kill him in a second. You would of expected him to be nervous about that. But not about a kiss.
'Mum, I have spent my whole life looking after other people. Putting others first. Don't you think for once that I should do what I want?' Martha asked her Mum, she realized how much better this conversation was over the phone, rather than in person. That would of made it so much harder, seeing their faces as she told them. At least she could pretend they wouldn't be to upset.
'But what about us? That man has destroyed our lives! After all this trouble he has caused us, and you want to carry on traveling with him?' Martha's mum snapped back.
'How dare you! He saved your lives, and every-one else's on Earth! If it wasn't for him, you would still be on the valiant, serving the Master! He gave you back your freedom!' Martha was fuming. She couldn't believe what her mum was saying.
The Doctor started listening a bit more intently. He couldn't hear everything, just the bits that Martha yelled back at her mum when she was annoyed.
'Oh, and that's meant to make everything better is it? Well it doesn't! He is still taking you away from me! From your family.' Francine made it seem like the Doctor had kidnapped Martha.
'Mum, look. It's what I want. I'm going to be happy for the first time in my life. I was happiest when I was with him. Isn't that what you want? After all I've been through? Isn't this what I deserve?' Martha knew exactly what her answer was going to be.
'Yes, I guess. If your happy, I'm happy.' Word for word - Martha thought to herself.
'I will be mum, so happy! Look, I'll drop in every so often, it's not like you'll never see me again!'
'Okay. Well just don't get into any trouble. Make sure he looks after you, or tell him, he has me to answer to!'
'I will Mum! See you soon, Love you!'
'Love you to, goodbye Martha!' Martha ended the call as soon as her Mum said goodbye. She felt a bit sad, that she was leaving her Mum over the phone. That there was no goodbye hug. But it was probably better this way.
The Doctor was going over what he had just heard. Replaying it in his mind. 'After all I've been through.' Was meant to mean with him? Or something that happened before she met him? She hadn't said anything about her past to the Doctor. In actual fact, he knew practically nothing about her! He didn't want to force it out of her, but he couldn't help being curious about it, about what had happened.
The Doctor took the glasses off from his nose, placed them in his jacket pocket, and headed for his bedroom, book in hand. When he reached his room, he put his jacket and book away. He walked over to his bed, and sat on the side of it. He wasn't really sure what to do next. He wanted to talk to Martha, but he felt that if he asked her anything, she would know that he had been listening, and that's not what he wanted. He didn't do it to be rude or inconsiderate of her privacy. He always respected Martha, and when she wanted space, he gave it her. But he was desperate to know what this 'thing' was. Martha's secret. He couldn't really say anything though, she had to drag everything out of him. She knew most things about him, not everything, but most things.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on his bedroom door.
'Come in.' The Doctor looked over at the door. Martha's head popped round.
'Hi, I've told her.' Martha's face filled with sadness. It was unbearable for the Doctor to watch. He didn't need to know how it went, he could tell by the look on her face.
'Come here.' The Doctor held his arms out. Martha walked towards him, and accepted his hug. They stayed there for a while, sat on his bed, hugging, before either one of them said anything.
'We can go back and visit any time you want you know, just say when.' The Doctor tightened his grip around Martha.
'Thanks.' Martha's eyes filled with tears. She tried to keep them in, but it didn't work. A few escaped her eyes, landing on the Doctor's arm. The Doctor began to gently rock Martha, as if she was a small child who had fallen over.
Martha began to sob into the Doctor.
'Shh.' The Doctor repeated, he continued to rock her, to and fro, gently.
The sobbing stopped. Martha loosened her grip on the Doctor.
'We okay now?' The Doctor moved his arms away from Martha, cupping her face with his hands. He looked deep into her eyes.
'Yeah, I think so.' Martha returned the Doctor's look.
'Good.' A single tear escaped Martha's eye. The Doctor took his thumb, and wiped it away.
'Thanks.' Martha murmured. She continued to look at the Doctor, not wanting to break away.
The Doctor gave Martha a soft smile. 'Anything I can get you?' The Doctor asked, dropping his hands from her face, placing them in his lap.
'I could murder a good cuppa!' Martha gave the Doctor a cheeky grin, as she stood up.
'Consider it sorted! You go to the bathroom, wash your face, and I'll meet you in the kitchen!' The Doctor stood up, passed Martha, and walked out toward the kitchen.
As the Doctor came to the kitchen, he thought about Martha. Although she was upset, the Doctor liked comforting her. It wasn't awkward, it didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt right.
The Doctor fished around the kitchen cupboards for two mugs. When he found them, he placed them on the workbench nearest the kettle and started boiling the kettle.
Martha walked out of the Doctor's room, and headed for the bathroom. She walked over to the sink, put the plug in the plug hole, and filled the sink. As she waited for it to fill, she thought about what the Doctor had done. It wasn't a lot, but it felt like a lot to Martha. He comforted her. It didn't feel awkward, she didn't want to break away, and she didn't feel ashamed for crying into him.
Martha splashed some water onto her face, making sure none went in her eyes. She looked at her hands and realized that all her makeup had come of, but she wasn't really bothered as the Doctor must of seen her with mascara running down from her eyes. She dried her face, pulled out the plug and began to walk towards the kitchen.
The Doctor could see Martha getting closer, he finished stirring the milk into her tea, and handed her the hot mug.
'There you go, how you feeling?' The Doctor looked up at Martha, giving her a warm smile.
'Thanks, I'm okay.' Martha stared at the mug in her hands. She took a small sip. It burnt her tongue a little, but she didn't show it, and took a larger gulp.
The Doctor and Martha just stood there for a while, enjoying each others silent company. Moments passed and Martha realized that she had drank all her tea. She placed the mug on the counter and watched the Doctor finished of his mug, he then did the same.
Martha stood there, unsure of what to do. She didn't know what to say to him, but she didn't really feel like speaking. She wanted a hug. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, cuddle into him, but she wasn't sure.
The Doctor looked at Martha. She was deep in thought. He wasn't sure what to say to her, he didn't want to make her upset. He wasn't sure what to do. He thought about hugging her, but then that might be a bit, well, weird really. Then a sudden thought came to him.
'Do you know what I fancy?' The Doctor asked Martha.
'No idea, what do you fancy?' Martha looked up at the Doctor, waiting for his answer.
'I fancy, watching a film. And do you know, Martha Jones, what film I would like to watch?'
'Sounds like a good idea, and no, I have no idea what film you would like to watch.'
'I would like to watch,' the Doctor paused for a moment, giving Martha a cheeky grin. 'Notting Hill!'
The Doctor watched Martha's face light up when he finished. He knew it was her favourite film ever, and although he wasn't one for a chick flick, if it made Martha happy, he was happy.
'That's a good idea! I like that idea!' Martha gave the Doctor a warm smile.
'Tell you what, I'll set it up, can you get the popcorn?' The Doctor asked Martha, slowly moving out of the kitchen.
'Yeah, I'll meet you in the lounge.'
The Doctor walked into the Tardis lounge, scanned the bookcase of DVD's and found Notting Hill. He set up the film, putting the DVD into the DVD player, turning the TV on, and settling on the couch. Martha came in a few minutes later, hugging a large bowl of toffee popcorn, and two cans of beer.
'I'm in a beer mood, are you in a beer mood?' Martha asked the Doctor, settling next to him on the couch.
'Oh yes!' The Doctor took the can of beer from Martha, opened it, and took a gulp.
They both sat there, eyes glued to the TV screen. When the film was about half-way through, the Doctor could feel Martha getting closer to him. He turned his head and saw that her legs were on the couch, and she was leaning quite close to him. The Doctor took this closeness as an invitation. He lifted up his left arm.
'Hug?' The Doctor asked, giving Martha a warm smile.
'Yeah, why not?' Martha accepted his hug, shifting her body closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. The Doctor moved his head nearer to Martha's. His lips lightly skimming her head, he didn't seem to notice the faint smile that had spread across Martha's lips. She was pretty comfy, and could soon feel herself drifting off.
The Doctor looked down at Martha. Her breathing was heavier, and he realized she was asleep. He slowly got up, careful not to move Martha to much, as he didn't want to wake her. He turned everything off, and fished around in a small cupboard from a blanket. He carefully propped her head onto a pillow, and lay the blanket on top of her body. He watched her for a while and then tip toed out of the living room.
'Good night Martha Jones.' The Doctor whispered as he turned off the lights, and walked to his bedroom.