And now my tale is told...
Title: And now my tale is told...
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: Like it says on the tin - more Drabbles for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game!! Actually, my final batch as we've just reached the 1000 mark… *grins*
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At the "Love's Labours Won" opening night party (For aligoestonz)
Martha clutched the Doctor's hand tightly in her own, her excitement palpable. He glanced down at her, taking in her wide eyes and half parted lips as she drank in the sight of the party now taking place for the opening night of 'Love's Labour's Won'. Her wide-eyed excitement reminded him of why he loved travelling with others: it made him feel young again, made the Universe seem new and exciting, and not quite so dark.
He resolved to thank the TARDIS for finding Martha Jones for him - she was something quite special and he was sure that if he gave her half a chance this young trainee doctor would heal his hurts.
* * * * * *
Stuck in the middle with you (No prompt - just my freakish brain and this song!)
Martha scowled fiercely: clowns to the left of her, jokers to the right, and she was stuck in the middle of them with the Doctor, who had been drugged with who knew what and consequently didn't know up from down. She spied an opening in the crowd and began to move stealthily, towing the semi-conscious Time Lord with her. They made it to the edge of the group and she slid an arm around his slender waist, guiding him to the TARDIS. She was thankful that they'd not walked more than a hundred yards before the madness of the so-called Festival of Fun had erupted around them.
Martha unlocked the TARDIS door, guided the Doctor inside, re-locked it, then hurried him down the corridors to the Med Bay. She knew that the TARDIS would have started analysing the drug as soon as the Doctor had crossed the threshold, and that she would have a remedy ready and waiting for him as soon as they reached the Med Bay. Thank Rassilon for sentient ships! she thought, borrowing the Doctor's favourite exclamation.
She gave the Doctor the dose of purple medicine that was waiting for them, then guided him to his room and got him onto the bed. She was just moving away when he startled her by grabbing her wrist and pulling her down onto the bed.
"Doctor Jones," he said huskily. "Thank you." He stretched up off the bed and kissed her. Succumbing to the kiss, Martha made a mental note to find out just what was in the concoction she'd given him, then promptly forgot all about it as the Doctor pulled her down on top of him and slid a cool hand under her t-shirt.
* * * * * *
Cheese (prompt from my sister)
Martha stared longingly at the grill, willing the TARDIS to hurry things up just a little. She knew a watched pot never boils, but she hoped that a watched grill would still toast. Finally she could see it was ready and she pulled the tray from the grill and carefully placed her two slices of cheese-on-toast onto the waiting plate. She turned away to get a glass of water and turned back just in time to see the Doctor stealing one of the slices.
"OI! Get your own!" she exclaimed, outraged.
He raised an eyebrow at her around his large mouthful, chewed twice then swallowed. "But you make such nice cheese on toast," he said, trying out a winsome look.
"I make nice cheese on toast for *me* not you!" Martha advanced on him, grabbing a fork from the kitchen counter as she passed.
"Now, now Martha, no violence." He backed away hurriedly.
"You'll pay for that," she growled, turning away and sitting down at the table to hunch over the remaining slice.
He waited until she'd finished eating, then sidled up to her. "How about some mint choc chip ice cream," he whispered.
She lifted her head, eyes gleaming. "That would be a start," she conceded.
He grinned manically and pulled open the freezer door, grabbed the ice cream, then a spoon and put the tub down on the table between them. He began spoon-feeding her the ice cream, growing more excited with each spoonful that she sucked from the spoon. After a few minutes she was sitting in his lap and he was tasting ice cream and cheese as he kissed her thoroughly.
* * * * * *
Helicopter (prompt from my sister)
Martha waited whilst the helicopter landed a few feet away and the blades slowed then stopped, before hurrying over. She scrambled up into the machine and buckled herself in, then braced herself as they took off again.
The flight was short and taken at speed. She half-wished it was longer so that she'd have time to compose herself properly, but she knew time was of the essence. She had been warned that the Brigadier only had hours to live and she didn't want to miss saying goodbye to him. The old boy had been very good to her during her time with UNIT: he regaled her with stories of his time spent working with the Doctor during his younger incarnations. She closed her eyes at the thought of the Doctor, hoping that he too had got her message in time.
Her eyes snapped open as they came in to land and she saw with relief, the familiar blue Police Box standing under a tree in the grounds of the private nursing home where Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart was quietly preparing to say his final farewells.
She sprang from the helicopter as soon as it was safe to do so and hurried inside. The Doctor was waiting for her in the reception area and he held his arms out to her the moment he saw her.
"I'm so sorry," she told him as they set off towards the Brigadier's room.
"It's OK," he said, but she knew it wasn't really. She slid her hand into his and squeezed his fingers as he opened the door, and he squeezed back, grateful for her warm presence at his side.
* * * * * *
Holidays (prompt from my sister)
Great, yet another typical wet Bank Holiday weekend. Martha stared disconsolately at the rain-lashed windows, wishing she had someone to talk to: her mum and dad had gone away for the long weekend to the Lake District, and Tish had gone with Leo and his family to Bournemouth. Jack was down in Cardiff, so she was stuck with the endless repeats on the TV and she didn't even have any ice cream in the house.
Moments later her face lit up in joy as the familiar sound of ancient engines fell on her ears. She bounded up from the sofa and hurried to the door, and there was the Doctor running up the path with a bag in his hand and a manic grin on his face.
"Martha Jones!" he exclaimed as soon as he was through the door.
"Doctor." She grabbed hold of his damp suit and planted a smacking kiss on his lips.
He looked down at her in surprise. "Well now that's a nice welcome," he said breathlessly, one hand going to the back of his head out of nerves.
"Sorry," she said, but she wasn't really. "I'm just very glad to see you." She looked at the bag. "What's this?"
"I brought supplies," he said. "DVDs, ice cream and chocolate."
"You know what, I love you!" she exclaimed grabbing him for another kiss. "But you need to get out of your wet clothes."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Why Martha Jones," he purred, "I do believe you're being saucy."
Martha felt herself blushing. "Actually I was being practical - it won't do you any good to sit around in wet clothes."
He grinned at her. "I believe you." He gave her the bag as he slipped off his wet jacket.
She ran a hand down the front of his shirt. "This too," she said.
"You'd better put that ice cream in the fridge before it starts melting," he observed, making Martha blush again.
She carried the bag through to the kitchen and put the ice cream away, then pulled the DVDs and the chocolate out of the bag, grinning when she saw his choices: Groundhog Day, Love Actually and Happy Feet. He knew her tastes very well: the chocolate was her favourite Fruit and Nut, a family size bar.
She looked up as he wandered into the kitchen carrying his shirt and jacket. "Where shall I put these?" he asked.
"I'll stick them in my dryer," she said. She looked him up and down. "Trousers?"
"Admit it, Martha, you just want to get me naked," he teased.
"And if I do?" she asked boldly.
He dropped his wet clothes on the floor and moved around the table towards her. "Well I'm not rushing away," he said with a smirk. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, sliding his hands down to cup her bottom. "You've got such a nice bum," he told her as he began kissing down her throat.
"Mmm." She sighed with pleasure as he squeezed her bottom, kneading the cheeks enthusiastically as he pressed her body firmly against his. Not such a typical wet weekend after all, she thought as she began undoing his trousers.
* * * * * *
Bones (prompt from my sister)
Martha muttered under her breath as she scrubbed the floor: "Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row: scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform. Distal row: trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges: proximal, middle, distal."
It was the only thing that kept her going in this thankless situation - reminding herself of all her medical training, reminding herself that this wasn't what she was born to and that she wouldn't be doing it forever.
She heard footsteps and glanced up quickly to see the Doctor, no, John Smith approaching. "Morning sir."
He looked around, then down at his maid. "Good morning Martha." He went on his way and she sighed. He was only one of the masters who ever used her first name, to everyone else she was Jones - it was worse than being at the hospital. Two more weeks of this, if the Family didn't arrive first, and she'd take John Smith to the outhouse where the TARDIS was patiently waiting and get him to open the watch. And once they left this time and place behind she was determined that the Doctor was going to spend quite some time recompensing her for trapping her here as a servant. She sighed again and went back to her recitation.
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(NB I got the "Bones" speech from IMDB so don't blame me if it's incorrect - I didn't want to take the time out to find the right bit in the ep and watch it with the subtitles on !)
* * * * * *
But I would walk 500 miles/And I would walk 500 more/Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles/To fall down at your door. - I'm Gonna Be (the Proclaimers) (For drho)
Martha was just stepping out of the shower when she heard a bump in her hall. She frowned, then wrapped a towel around herself, hoping it wasn't an intruder. She opened the door quietly and peered out to stare in astonishment at the blue Police Box that had impossibly landed just inside her front door.
As she started down the hall, the TARDIS door opened and the Doctor staggered out, looking dusty, travel worn and exhausted. She dashed forward as he leant against the wall, looking at her blearily.
"Martha! Thank Rassilon." He slid down the wall.
"Doctor!" She knelt beside him, seriously alarmed. "Whatever have you been doing?" she asked anxiously.
"Walking."
"Walking?" She wondered if she had heard him right, or if he'd heard her question. He nodded. "Walking where?"
"Around the world."
"You're not making any sense," she told him, pulling him to his feet. "Come on." She slid an arm around his waist, noticing that he seemed, if possible, even thinner than usual. Maybe he was making sense after all, though she couldn't think why he'd be walking around the world. She led him into her front room and pushed him down on the sofa. "Stay there whilst I find some clothes," she said.
He looked up at her and blushed as he finally noticed her state of undress. "Rassilon Martha! I am sorry."
"It's OK," she said. "Just wait there." She hurried off to her room and quickly towelled herself dry, then pulled on a bra, t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Returning quickly to the front room she found the Doctor had fallen asleep. Shaking her head, she left him to sleep since it was clear he needed it and went back into the hall. She let herself into the TARDIS and headed over to the console, smiling at the hum of greeting the ship gave her.
"Hello old girl," she said softly as she grabbed the controls for the monitor: the TARDIS anticipated her, however, and began playing a recording. Martha watched in growing astonishment as the film unreeled, showing the Doctor literally walking the world - he'd used a digital camcorder that date and time-stamped the shot. She watched the whole film, listening as he talked about the places he visited and the people he met: at each large town or city he went to a local flower seller and bought three orchids which he left, with a note attached, at a prominent memorial, usually a war memorial. The final frame of the film showed the note: it read For Martha Jones, with love and gratitude.
Martha moved to sit on the Captain's chair, tears streaming down her face. You silly old fool, she thought. She scrubbed her eyes dry, then let herself back out of the TARDIS and went into her front room. She bent and kissed the Doctor's forehead, then lifted his legs up and gently manoeuvred him around until he was lying on the sofa. Then she fetched a blanket and tucked it around him, before sitting on the floor near his head, waiting for him to wake so they could talk.
* * * * * *
The scent of her (no prompt - slight spoilers for VotD)
The Doctor wandered through the corridors of the TARDIS, feeling lost and alone. He knew he should be glad that he'd saved the Earth again, but it wasn't enough, not when he'd lost good people: he was tired of not being able to save people. He thought of Mr Copper - he could have offered him the chance to travel in Time and Space, but he hadn't dared to make the offer. Mr Copper had survived travel aboard one ship, he didn't want to risk him not surviving travel aboard a second one. So he'd lied and said he travelled alone - although it had hurt to lie to that good man.
He was passing a door when a faint scent caught at his nose and he started from his stupor; looking around he realised his feet had carried him, unbidden, to Martha's door. He hesitated a moment, then pushed the door open. Once inside, he found himself engulfed in memories as he inhaled the scent of Martha Jones: her jasmine body oil, her citrus shampoo, her favourite mint chocolate and an underlying hint of coffee. He sat on her bed, breathing slowly and deeply, remembering. Finally he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his tie and jacket, then curled up on her bed and wrapping himself in her duvet he allowed himself to sleep at last.
* * * * * *
Martha Jones meets a survivor of the Titanic (no prompt)
Martha approached her last patient of the day with the thought that she'd be going home soon: it would be a relief to sit down and put her feet up. She'd felt bad that she'd had to work today, of all days, but her family had assured her that it was OK - they'd make up for it tomorrow 'in spades', as Leo said.
Martha consulted the clipboard she carried. "Mr Copper?" she called and watched as an older man pulled himself out of his chair: he looked exhausted she noted as he approached her.
"Hello Mr Copper, I'm Martha Jones." She offered her hand and was slightly surprised when he took it in both of hers and looked earnestly into her face.
"Can you help me please?" he asked quietly.
"I'll do my best," she answered, slightly concerned at the intensity in his voice.
"Oh thank you." He allowed her to lead him towards an empty cubicle, where she got him settled.
"What seems to be the trouble?" she asked gently, sitting beside him.
"I - you'll probably think I'm crazy," he began and suddenly she was sure that whatever he was going to tell her, he wasn't crazy.
"Try me," she invited with a warm smile. "I've seen some pretty amazing things, things that might make other people think I'm crazy, but they were true all the same."
She felt some of the tension flow out of him at her words and as he unfolded his incredible, but not unbelievable story, she somehow wasn't surprised by what he had to tell her.
At the end of his recital, he looked up at her intent face and knew that she believed his story. "I don't know what to do now," he said simply.
"Well I do. You're coming with me this evening - I'm about to finish work. I can lend you a bed for the night and the day after tomorrow, I'll help you get things sorted out." She stood up and offered him her hand.
Bewildered but grateful, he accepted it, little knowing that he'd come to the one person in London who was guaranteed to believe his tale.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: Like it says on the tin - more Drabbles for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game!! Actually, my final batch as we've just reached the 1000 mark… *grins*
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At the "Love's Labours Won" opening night party (For aligoestonz)
Martha clutched the Doctor's hand tightly in her own, her excitement palpable. He glanced down at her, taking in her wide eyes and half parted lips as she drank in the sight of the party now taking place for the opening night of 'Love's Labour's Won'. Her wide-eyed excitement reminded him of why he loved travelling with others: it made him feel young again, made the Universe seem new and exciting, and not quite so dark.
He resolved to thank the TARDIS for finding Martha Jones for him - she was something quite special and he was sure that if he gave her half a chance this young trainee doctor would heal his hurts.
* * * * * *
Stuck in the middle with you (No prompt - just my freakish brain and this song!)
Martha scowled fiercely: clowns to the left of her, jokers to the right, and she was stuck in the middle of them with the Doctor, who had been drugged with who knew what and consequently didn't know up from down. She spied an opening in the crowd and began to move stealthily, towing the semi-conscious Time Lord with her. They made it to the edge of the group and she slid an arm around his slender waist, guiding him to the TARDIS. She was thankful that they'd not walked more than a hundred yards before the madness of the so-called Festival of Fun had erupted around them.
Martha unlocked the TARDIS door, guided the Doctor inside, re-locked it, then hurried him down the corridors to the Med Bay. She knew that the TARDIS would have started analysing the drug as soon as the Doctor had crossed the threshold, and that she would have a remedy ready and waiting for him as soon as they reached the Med Bay. Thank Rassilon for sentient ships! she thought, borrowing the Doctor's favourite exclamation.
She gave the Doctor the dose of purple medicine that was waiting for them, then guided him to his room and got him onto the bed. She was just moving away when he startled her by grabbing her wrist and pulling her down onto the bed.
"Doctor Jones," he said huskily. "Thank you." He stretched up off the bed and kissed her. Succumbing to the kiss, Martha made a mental note to find out just what was in the concoction she'd given him, then promptly forgot all about it as the Doctor pulled her down on top of him and slid a cool hand under her t-shirt.
* * * * * *
Cheese (prompt from my sister)
Martha stared longingly at the grill, willing the TARDIS to hurry things up just a little. She knew a watched pot never boils, but she hoped that a watched grill would still toast. Finally she could see it was ready and she pulled the tray from the grill and carefully placed her two slices of cheese-on-toast onto the waiting plate. She turned away to get a glass of water and turned back just in time to see the Doctor stealing one of the slices.
"OI! Get your own!" she exclaimed, outraged.
He raised an eyebrow at her around his large mouthful, chewed twice then swallowed. "But you make such nice cheese on toast," he said, trying out a winsome look.
"I make nice cheese on toast for *me* not you!" Martha advanced on him, grabbing a fork from the kitchen counter as she passed.
"Now, now Martha, no violence." He backed away hurriedly.
"You'll pay for that," she growled, turning away and sitting down at the table to hunch over the remaining slice.
He waited until she'd finished eating, then sidled up to her. "How about some mint choc chip ice cream," he whispered.
She lifted her head, eyes gleaming. "That would be a start," she conceded.
He grinned manically and pulled open the freezer door, grabbed the ice cream, then a spoon and put the tub down on the table between them. He began spoon-feeding her the ice cream, growing more excited with each spoonful that she sucked from the spoon. After a few minutes she was sitting in his lap and he was tasting ice cream and cheese as he kissed her thoroughly.
* * * * * *
Helicopter (prompt from my sister)
Martha waited whilst the helicopter landed a few feet away and the blades slowed then stopped, before hurrying over. She scrambled up into the machine and buckled herself in, then braced herself as they took off again.
The flight was short and taken at speed. She half-wished it was longer so that she'd have time to compose herself properly, but she knew time was of the essence. She had been warned that the Brigadier only had hours to live and she didn't want to miss saying goodbye to him. The old boy had been very good to her during her time with UNIT: he regaled her with stories of his time spent working with the Doctor during his younger incarnations. She closed her eyes at the thought of the Doctor, hoping that he too had got her message in time.
Her eyes snapped open as they came in to land and she saw with relief, the familiar blue Police Box standing under a tree in the grounds of the private nursing home where Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart was quietly preparing to say his final farewells.
She sprang from the helicopter as soon as it was safe to do so and hurried inside. The Doctor was waiting for her in the reception area and he held his arms out to her the moment he saw her.
"I'm so sorry," she told him as they set off towards the Brigadier's room.
"It's OK," he said, but she knew it wasn't really. She slid her hand into his and squeezed his fingers as he opened the door, and he squeezed back, grateful for her warm presence at his side.
* * * * * *
Holidays (prompt from my sister)
Great, yet another typical wet Bank Holiday weekend. Martha stared disconsolately at the rain-lashed windows, wishing she had someone to talk to: her mum and dad had gone away for the long weekend to the Lake District, and Tish had gone with Leo and his family to Bournemouth. Jack was down in Cardiff, so she was stuck with the endless repeats on the TV and she didn't even have any ice cream in the house.
Moments later her face lit up in joy as the familiar sound of ancient engines fell on her ears. She bounded up from the sofa and hurried to the door, and there was the Doctor running up the path with a bag in his hand and a manic grin on his face.
"Martha Jones!" he exclaimed as soon as he was through the door.
"Doctor." She grabbed hold of his damp suit and planted a smacking kiss on his lips.
He looked down at her in surprise. "Well now that's a nice welcome," he said breathlessly, one hand going to the back of his head out of nerves.
"Sorry," she said, but she wasn't really. "I'm just very glad to see you." She looked at the bag. "What's this?"
"I brought supplies," he said. "DVDs, ice cream and chocolate."
"You know what, I love you!" she exclaimed grabbing him for another kiss. "But you need to get out of your wet clothes."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Why Martha Jones," he purred, "I do believe you're being saucy."
Martha felt herself blushing. "Actually I was being practical - it won't do you any good to sit around in wet clothes."
He grinned at her. "I believe you." He gave her the bag as he slipped off his wet jacket.
She ran a hand down the front of his shirt. "This too," she said.
"You'd better put that ice cream in the fridge before it starts melting," he observed, making Martha blush again.
She carried the bag through to the kitchen and put the ice cream away, then pulled the DVDs and the chocolate out of the bag, grinning when she saw his choices: Groundhog Day, Love Actually and Happy Feet. He knew her tastes very well: the chocolate was her favourite Fruit and Nut, a family size bar.
She looked up as he wandered into the kitchen carrying his shirt and jacket. "Where shall I put these?" he asked.
"I'll stick them in my dryer," she said. She looked him up and down. "Trousers?"
"Admit it, Martha, you just want to get me naked," he teased.
"And if I do?" she asked boldly.
He dropped his wet clothes on the floor and moved around the table towards her. "Well I'm not rushing away," he said with a smirk. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, sliding his hands down to cup her bottom. "You've got such a nice bum," he told her as he began kissing down her throat.
"Mmm." She sighed with pleasure as he squeezed her bottom, kneading the cheeks enthusiastically as he pressed her body firmly against his. Not such a typical wet weekend after all, she thought as she began undoing his trousers.
* * * * * *
Bones (prompt from my sister)
Martha muttered under her breath as she scrubbed the floor: "Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row: scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform. Distal row: trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges: proximal, middle, distal."
It was the only thing that kept her going in this thankless situation - reminding herself of all her medical training, reminding herself that this wasn't what she was born to and that she wouldn't be doing it forever.
She heard footsteps and glanced up quickly to see the Doctor, no, John Smith approaching. "Morning sir."
He looked around, then down at his maid. "Good morning Martha." He went on his way and she sighed. He was only one of the masters who ever used her first name, to everyone else she was Jones - it was worse than being at the hospital. Two more weeks of this, if the Family didn't arrive first, and she'd take John Smith to the outhouse where the TARDIS was patiently waiting and get him to open the watch. And once they left this time and place behind she was determined that the Doctor was going to spend quite some time recompensing her for trapping her here as a servant. She sighed again and went back to her recitation.
~~~~~~
(NB I got the "Bones" speech from IMDB so don't blame me if it's incorrect - I didn't want to take the time out to find the right bit in the ep and watch it with the subtitles on !)
* * * * * *
But I would walk 500 miles/And I would walk 500 more/Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles/To fall down at your door. - I'm Gonna Be (the Proclaimers) (For drho)
Martha was just stepping out of the shower when she heard a bump in her hall. She frowned, then wrapped a towel around herself, hoping it wasn't an intruder. She opened the door quietly and peered out to stare in astonishment at the blue Police Box that had impossibly landed just inside her front door.
As she started down the hall, the TARDIS door opened and the Doctor staggered out, looking dusty, travel worn and exhausted. She dashed forward as he leant against the wall, looking at her blearily.
"Martha! Thank Rassilon." He slid down the wall.
"Doctor!" She knelt beside him, seriously alarmed. "Whatever have you been doing?" she asked anxiously.
"Walking."
"Walking?" She wondered if she had heard him right, or if he'd heard her question. He nodded. "Walking where?"
"Around the world."
"You're not making any sense," she told him, pulling him to his feet. "Come on." She slid an arm around his waist, noticing that he seemed, if possible, even thinner than usual. Maybe he was making sense after all, though she couldn't think why he'd be walking around the world. She led him into her front room and pushed him down on the sofa. "Stay there whilst I find some clothes," she said.
He looked up at her and blushed as he finally noticed her state of undress. "Rassilon Martha! I am sorry."
"It's OK," she said. "Just wait there." She hurried off to her room and quickly towelled herself dry, then pulled on a bra, t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Returning quickly to the front room she found the Doctor had fallen asleep. Shaking her head, she left him to sleep since it was clear he needed it and went back into the hall. She let herself into the TARDIS and headed over to the console, smiling at the hum of greeting the ship gave her.
"Hello old girl," she said softly as she grabbed the controls for the monitor: the TARDIS anticipated her, however, and began playing a recording. Martha watched in growing astonishment as the film unreeled, showing the Doctor literally walking the world - he'd used a digital camcorder that date and time-stamped the shot. She watched the whole film, listening as he talked about the places he visited and the people he met: at each large town or city he went to a local flower seller and bought three orchids which he left, with a note attached, at a prominent memorial, usually a war memorial. The final frame of the film showed the note: it read For Martha Jones, with love and gratitude.
Martha moved to sit on the Captain's chair, tears streaming down her face. You silly old fool, she thought. She scrubbed her eyes dry, then let herself back out of the TARDIS and went into her front room. She bent and kissed the Doctor's forehead, then lifted his legs up and gently manoeuvred him around until he was lying on the sofa. Then she fetched a blanket and tucked it around him, before sitting on the floor near his head, waiting for him to wake so they could talk.
* * * * * *
The scent of her (no prompt - slight spoilers for VotD)
The Doctor wandered through the corridors of the TARDIS, feeling lost and alone. He knew he should be glad that he'd saved the Earth again, but it wasn't enough, not when he'd lost good people: he was tired of not being able to save people. He thought of Mr Copper - he could have offered him the chance to travel in Time and Space, but he hadn't dared to make the offer. Mr Copper had survived travel aboard one ship, he didn't want to risk him not surviving travel aboard a second one. So he'd lied and said he travelled alone - although it had hurt to lie to that good man.
He was passing a door when a faint scent caught at his nose and he started from his stupor; looking around he realised his feet had carried him, unbidden, to Martha's door. He hesitated a moment, then pushed the door open. Once inside, he found himself engulfed in memories as he inhaled the scent of Martha Jones: her jasmine body oil, her citrus shampoo, her favourite mint chocolate and an underlying hint of coffee. He sat on her bed, breathing slowly and deeply, remembering. Finally he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his tie and jacket, then curled up on her bed and wrapping himself in her duvet he allowed himself to sleep at last.
* * * * * *
Martha Jones meets a survivor of the Titanic (no prompt)
Martha approached her last patient of the day with the thought that she'd be going home soon: it would be a relief to sit down and put her feet up. She'd felt bad that she'd had to work today, of all days, but her family had assured her that it was OK - they'd make up for it tomorrow 'in spades', as Leo said.
Martha consulted the clipboard she carried. "Mr Copper?" she called and watched as an older man pulled himself out of his chair: he looked exhausted she noted as he approached her.
"Hello Mr Copper, I'm Martha Jones." She offered her hand and was slightly surprised when he took it in both of hers and looked earnestly into her face.
"Can you help me please?" he asked quietly.
"I'll do my best," she answered, slightly concerned at the intensity in his voice.
"Oh thank you." He allowed her to lead him towards an empty cubicle, where she got him settled.
"What seems to be the trouble?" she asked gently, sitting beside him.
"I - you'll probably think I'm crazy," he began and suddenly she was sure that whatever he was going to tell her, he wasn't crazy.
"Try me," she invited with a warm smile. "I've seen some pretty amazing things, things that might make other people think I'm crazy, but they were true all the same."
She felt some of the tension flow out of him at her words and as he unfolded his incredible, but not unbelievable story, she somehow wasn't surprised by what he had to tell her.
At the end of his recital, he looked up at her intent face and knew that she believed his story. "I don't know what to do now," he said simply.
"Well I do. You're coming with me this evening - I'm about to finish work. I can lend you a bed for the night and the day after tomorrow, I'll help you get things sorted out." She stood up and offered him her hand.
Bewildered but grateful, he accepted it, little knowing that he'd come to the one person in London who was guaranteed to believe his tale.