These Are the Days of Our Lives (2/7)
Title: These Are the Days of Our Lives (2/7)
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: U
Spoilers: Season 3 up to Blink, The Time Warrior
Summary: Snapshots from Martha and the Doctor's life in 1969.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This story is for saira for the smith_n_jones 1969 ficathon. The prompts were the Doctor begging for Martha's attention, a meeting with someone who's been on the series before, a plot. Um - I managed 1.5 (or 2 if you're feeling generous since there is a plot here, but it's part of the bigger plot for the whole series) - I couldn't fit the first prompt into this particular story.
Officially I've written two fics for this Ficathon, but the Bunny!Muses, being utterly voracious, liked several of the other prompts that were put up by smith_n_jones members, so this (unofficial fic) is the second of a series of seven linked stories: Part 1
Beta: padawanpooh the faithful.
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Martha and the Doctor enjoyed their walk to the park: the sun had come out and there was a hint of Spring in the air.
"Do you fancy an ice cream?" asked the Doctor, pointing to a man who'd parked his handcart near the duck pond.
"Bit cold for that, isn't it?" Martha asked.
"Oh go on," he said, nudging her shoulder with his.
She rolled her eyes. "All right then," she sighed. "How old are you, anyway? Six?"
He grinned at her teasing. "Give or take 900 years," he answered as he slid his hand into hers and led her across the grass. They were only a few feet away from the ice cream seller when the Doctor stopped dead in his tracks and Martha bumped into him.
She looked up into his face. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I - " He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, then he wheeled around abruptly and set off around the duck pond.
Martha was baffled: she couldn't see anything extraordinary about the queue. She glanced back across the pond as the Doctor led the way to a wooden bench: two small children with their granny, two older boys of about 11 or 12, and a young woman of about 18, with shoulder length brown hair.
The Doctor sat down abruptly, as if his legs couldn't carry him any further and Martha sat beside him, still holding his hand.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" She spoke gently as if he was a sick child.
He dragged his eyes away from the queue and looked at his companion's anxious face. "I know that young woman," he said.
"Oh! Who is she?"
"Sarah Jane Smith. She is, or will soon be, an investigative journalist and we'll meet in a few years from now when she wangles her way into a scientific research complex in order to follow up a story."
Martha noticed that he sounded both amused and impressed, and there was a look on his face as he watched the young woman that she couldn't remember seeing before: a look of tenderness and deep affection that, if he'd been human, she would have labelled love.
She pulled her hand free of his and wrapped her coat more closely around herself, suddenly feeling chilly. The Doctor continued to watch Sarah Jane, but his hand sought and found hers again as he began to talk about the first time he'd met the woman this child had grown into. It was a tale that would have sounded wild and improbable had anyone else told it: a tale of a trip to mediaeval England and a meeting with an odd-looking alien called Linx, who was a Sontaran kidnapping 20th century scientists and taking them back in time to work on his crashed spaceship.
At first Martha was irritated, feeling a little as if she was the current girlfriend listening to her boyfriend waxing lyrical about his ex; but the longer he talked, the more she knew that was a silly comparison to make. She felt certain he had loved, and probably still did love Sarah Jane in his own way, but she began to realise that the Doctor's relationship with her was more about trust and deep friendship than love or sex. Martha wasn't very surprised when he referred to Sarah Jane as his best friend and she found herself comparing the way the Doctor talked of Sarah Jane to the way he'd spoken of Rose on those few occasions he'd mentioned her. She was beginning to feel that she'd been envying the wrong woman and she wondered if the Doctor would speak of her to a future Companion as he now spoke of Sarah Jane.
The Doctor fell silent at last and pulled his gaze back from the middle distance to look at the young woman sitting beside him. "Sorry, you probably didn't want to listen to me getting nostalgic."
"It was interesting," she answered truthfully. "That's the most you've ever told me about one of your previous Companions. Sarah Jane sounds like an interesting person - we should go and see her after we get the TARDIS back."
His whole face lit up in a beaming smile. "Martha Jones, you're a star!" He hugged her. "I knew I married you for a reason," he joked. He kissed her forehead, then pulled away and stood up, tugging her to her feet.
"Let's go and get those ice creams before we head home," he suggested. She nodded and allowed him to slip his arm through hers again.
They walked back to the flat in a companionable silence: Martha was deep in thought about Sarah Jane.
"Are we likely to run into any more of your Companions?" she asked. "Or you even?"
"We won't run into me," he said definitely. "But we might run into other Companions." He looked wistful for a moment as he pulled off his coat and she wondered who he was thinking about, but she didn't ask.
* * * * * *
After they'd eaten, they sat and watched TV together: a movie that Martha had seen before but couldn't resist watching again, even though it made her cry. To her surprise, the Doctor pulled her into a one-armed hug as soon as she started crying and held her during the rest of the film, one hand rubbing up and down her arm soothingly. When the film finished, he kissed her hair, then got up, gently pulling her up with him.
"Come on Mrs Smith, let's get you to bed." He guided her through to the bedroom and got her to sit down whilst he took off her shoes and socks. She looked at him kneeling on the floor and wondered at the changes that had come over him lately. Perhaps it was the knowledge they were stuck here for a while, but the Doctor's manner was more solicitous than it had been since their stay in Farringham. She shook her head and decided she was too sleepy to puzzle it out.
The Doctor straightened up. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Doctor." He went out and she changed into her pyjamas, cleaned her teeth, then crawled into bed with the final thought that maybe she'd talk to him about it tomorrow.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: U
Spoilers: Season 3 up to Blink, The Time Warrior
Summary: Snapshots from Martha and the Doctor's life in 1969.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This story is for saira for the smith_n_jones 1969 ficathon. The prompts were the Doctor begging for Martha's attention, a meeting with someone who's been on the series before, a plot. Um - I managed 1.5 (or 2 if you're feeling generous since there is a plot here, but it's part of the bigger plot for the whole series) - I couldn't fit the first prompt into this particular story.
Officially I've written two fics for this Ficathon, but the Bunny!Muses, being utterly voracious, liked several of the other prompts that were put up by smith_n_jones members, so this (unofficial fic) is the second of a series of seven linked stories: Part 1
Beta: padawanpooh the faithful.
~~~~~~
Martha and the Doctor enjoyed their walk to the park: the sun had come out and there was a hint of Spring in the air.
"Do you fancy an ice cream?" asked the Doctor, pointing to a man who'd parked his handcart near the duck pond.
"Bit cold for that, isn't it?" Martha asked.
"Oh go on," he said, nudging her shoulder with his.
She rolled her eyes. "All right then," she sighed. "How old are you, anyway? Six?"
He grinned at her teasing. "Give or take 900 years," he answered as he slid his hand into hers and led her across the grass. They were only a few feet away from the ice cream seller when the Doctor stopped dead in his tracks and Martha bumped into him.
She looked up into his face. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I - " He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, then he wheeled around abruptly and set off around the duck pond.
Martha was baffled: she couldn't see anything extraordinary about the queue. She glanced back across the pond as the Doctor led the way to a wooden bench: two small children with their granny, two older boys of about 11 or 12, and a young woman of about 18, with shoulder length brown hair.
The Doctor sat down abruptly, as if his legs couldn't carry him any further and Martha sat beside him, still holding his hand.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" She spoke gently as if he was a sick child.
He dragged his eyes away from the queue and looked at his companion's anxious face. "I know that young woman," he said.
"Oh! Who is she?"
"Sarah Jane Smith. She is, or will soon be, an investigative journalist and we'll meet in a few years from now when she wangles her way into a scientific research complex in order to follow up a story."
Martha noticed that he sounded both amused and impressed, and there was a look on his face as he watched the young woman that she couldn't remember seeing before: a look of tenderness and deep affection that, if he'd been human, she would have labelled love.
She pulled her hand free of his and wrapped her coat more closely around herself, suddenly feeling chilly. The Doctor continued to watch Sarah Jane, but his hand sought and found hers again as he began to talk about the first time he'd met the woman this child had grown into. It was a tale that would have sounded wild and improbable had anyone else told it: a tale of a trip to mediaeval England and a meeting with an odd-looking alien called Linx, who was a Sontaran kidnapping 20th century scientists and taking them back in time to work on his crashed spaceship.
At first Martha was irritated, feeling a little as if she was the current girlfriend listening to her boyfriend waxing lyrical about his ex; but the longer he talked, the more she knew that was a silly comparison to make. She felt certain he had loved, and probably still did love Sarah Jane in his own way, but she began to realise that the Doctor's relationship with her was more about trust and deep friendship than love or sex. Martha wasn't very surprised when he referred to Sarah Jane as his best friend and she found herself comparing the way the Doctor talked of Sarah Jane to the way he'd spoken of Rose on those few occasions he'd mentioned her. She was beginning to feel that she'd been envying the wrong woman and she wondered if the Doctor would speak of her to a future Companion as he now spoke of Sarah Jane.
The Doctor fell silent at last and pulled his gaze back from the middle distance to look at the young woman sitting beside him. "Sorry, you probably didn't want to listen to me getting nostalgic."
"It was interesting," she answered truthfully. "That's the most you've ever told me about one of your previous Companions. Sarah Jane sounds like an interesting person - we should go and see her after we get the TARDIS back."
His whole face lit up in a beaming smile. "Martha Jones, you're a star!" He hugged her. "I knew I married you for a reason," he joked. He kissed her forehead, then pulled away and stood up, tugging her to her feet.
"Let's go and get those ice creams before we head home," he suggested. She nodded and allowed him to slip his arm through hers again.
They walked back to the flat in a companionable silence: Martha was deep in thought about Sarah Jane.
"Are we likely to run into any more of your Companions?" she asked. "Or you even?"
"We won't run into me," he said definitely. "But we might run into other Companions." He looked wistful for a moment as he pulled off his coat and she wondered who he was thinking about, but she didn't ask.
* * * * * *
After they'd eaten, they sat and watched TV together: a movie that Martha had seen before but couldn't resist watching again, even though it made her cry. To her surprise, the Doctor pulled her into a one-armed hug as soon as she started crying and held her during the rest of the film, one hand rubbing up and down her arm soothingly. When the film finished, he kissed her hair, then got up, gently pulling her up with him.
"Come on Mrs Smith, let's get you to bed." He guided her through to the bedroom and got her to sit down whilst he took off her shoes and socks. She looked at him kneeling on the floor and wondered at the changes that had come over him lately. Perhaps it was the knowledge they were stuck here for a while, but the Doctor's manner was more solicitous than it had been since their stay in Farringham. She shook her head and decided she was too sleepy to puzzle it out.
The Doctor straightened up. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Doctor." He went out and she changed into her pyjamas, cleaned her teeth, then crawled into bed with the final thought that maybe she'd talk to him about it tomorrow.