Marthathon Fic: Seven lessons Martha Jones learned from Time Lords.
Title: Seven lessons Martha Jones learned from Time Lords.
Characters/Pairings: A bit of Martha/Romana. Tenth Doctor.
Word Count: 1202.
Rating: PG.
Summary: See title.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. BBC owns then all. Don’t sue..
Author's Notes: Written for the Marthathon. For sakuracorr who requested:
1. Martha thinks the Doctor is an idiot for some reason or another (Because
really, can everyone be impressed with him?)
2. Martha tries to ask if there's something she can call him besides "the
Doctor" (because she really doesn't need another reminder of medical school, he
doesn't deserve the title, etc, etc.)
3. Martha/past companion, preferrably female, lots of points for Tegan because
Martha has a thing for leather miniskirts.
Tried to do 1 and 3. Hope you like.
i. Time Lord doesn't always know best.
“This one?” she asks, pointing to a lever.
The Doctor looks away from the mess of wires he’s been working on. “Yes! Pull it hard when I tell you to.”
“Are you sure?” Martha is not too confident. She remembers the Doctor’s singed fingers the last time a lever was involved. Except this time they’re not working on the TARDIS, but on an Antarian vehicle, given to them by the Duke after saving his life. Of course, it had broken down two miles away from the TARDIS. “We could always walk.”
The Doctor is smiling even as he shakes his head. “Oh, Martha. Just trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing. ”
His smile is so charming Martha sometimes wishes she could believe him, but she’s pretty sure he’s just improvising. Past companions might have found this endearing, Martha does not. What kind of idiot risks his life with so much ease?
The Doctor. That's who.
He connects three green wires with a red one before speaking again. “Pull the lever now and we’ll be on our way!”
She does. A small explotion sends them both to the floor. To the doctor’s credit, he never stops smiling.
“So,” he says, quickly standing up and offering a hand to a still shaken Martha. “Fancy a walk?”
ii. Don’t wander off. You could get captured and tried to be sold as a slave.
Martha had a dress like this once. It was white with golden embroidery and she wore it on her first date with Donald Sullivan. Except the one she’s wearing now is black and a bit shorter. And accesorized with chains. If only she had been able to keep up with the Doctor. But he had been too shaken by the note found taped to the TARDIS door, too distracted muttering “She’s alive!”, too quickly running away that Martha just lost him in the crowd.
And then she had to fall into one of the most cliche situations ever.
No time to whine about the situation. Martha is already planning and calculating. How far could she make it with bound hands? Could she take the two aliens guarding her with a few well chosen kicks and punches? How about the crowd gathering around? Could she possibly move without showing more of her breasts?
As it turns out, is not really necessary. She spots the Doctor in the crowd. Before she can say or do anything, the lights go off, there are hands on her arm and shoulders and a female voice saying “Follow me.”
Martha obeys and doesn’t stop until they reach TARDIS. She should be more surprised when the woman - blonde, crisp white shirt, green trousers - pulls out a sonic screwdriver from one of her pockets and opens the door. They go in and the Doctor soon follows.
“I don’t think we’ll be coming back anytime soon,” he says before heading for the console. “Oh, Romana, this is Martha Jones. Martha Jones, Romana. You can call her Fred.”
iii. Sonic screwdrivers are a girl’s best friends.
Romana. She’s like the Doctor, except when she’s not. Martha finds herself spending more and more time with her between planets, listening to stories about trips to Paris, Daleks and long scarves. The Doctor is around most of the time, but sometimes he leaves them on their own, wishing they would stop talking about the scarf and the curly hair.
It is Romana who one night - or what passes as night in the middle of space - casually shows Martha a couple of settings in the sonic screwdriver Martha suspected about but was too afraid to ask. Curiosity gets the best of her and she “borrows” it when Romana isn’t looking.
When she tries to replace it in the morning, Romana suddenly appears next to her. “You can keep it. I’ll made another one.” Then she’s gone.
They never talk about it, but sometimes smile at each other across the console, sharing the secret.
iv. Comfortable shoes are not always a must.
There’s a pair of black boots in the TARDIS wardrobe Martha loves. Shiny black with a white trim on the middle and three inch heels. She wore them once, on one of her first adventures. Five hours of running and two very painful blisters later, she made the smart decision never to take them out again.
It doesn’t stop her from going to the wardrobe and putting them on from time to time, just loving the way they look on her.
“I know it sounds ludicrous,” she tells Romana one of those times, as they get ready for a day out. “But I just love the way they make my legs look longer.”
“You do have lovely legs,” Romana says.
Is Martha blushing? Oh, yes. She is.
Romana finishes the knot of her tie and comes to stand in front of Martha. She wears a pink suit, not unlike the Doctor’s blue one, with a darker shirt and a white tie. It would look wrong in anybody else. Martha finds herself unable to move away.
“Thanks,” she finally says. “You have lovely.... everything.” She can’t look away so she focuses on what she sees. The well cut suit, the beautiful shade of pink, her hand slowly reaching to touch the tie.
Clothes are soon forgotten.
v. Lots of planets have an England. Or so it seems.
“Let me guess,” Martha says as the Doctor approaches the door. “Cardiff.”
“No,” he assures her. “Los Roques, Venezuela, 2005. Wonderful beaches and delicious fish.”
“It’s Cardiff,” Romana says, eyeing the Doctor before opening the door. He laughs in triumph.
“Ha! We’re all wrong! It’s London.”
Martha has stopped rolling her eyes everytime this happens. They usually end up on the wrong location for a reason. Sure enough, they’re just in time to prevent the Zugabarrons from invading via the sewers. Still, wouldn’t it be nice if aliens decided to invade a nice, sunny beach?
They have dinner to celebrate afterwards. The Doctor is all laugh and mad gestures as he reenacts their victory over the Zugabarrons with a salt shaker, a fork and a small army of peas. Martha laughs and agrees with most of what the Doctor says, though a part of her barely listens.
Romana’s hand is cool silk against Martha’s thigh.
vi. Sooner or later, all companions leave...
“How long are you gonna stay, Martha?” the Doctor asks one night, as they all sit together to watch a plasma storm on Tragan 7. Romana pretends not to be listening carefully.
Martha takes her time thinking of an answer. She thinks of her family, her studies, her life before the Doctor. Then she thinks of faraway places, time travel, the Doctor’s laugh, Romana’s hands and lips...
It won’t last forever. Someday she’ll ask to be taken home, she’ll become a doctor and move on. Maybe Romana will leave first. As wonderful as everything is, Martha knows what they had is something that can only be enjoyed for a brief time. Someday, she’ll leave and never see them again.
vii. ... but it doesn’t have to be today.
“I don’t know,” she finally says, then smiles. “We’ll see.”
Characters/Pairings: A bit of Martha/Romana. Tenth Doctor.
Word Count: 1202.
Rating: PG.
Summary: See title.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. BBC owns then all. Don’t sue..
Author's Notes: Written for the Marthathon. For sakuracorr who requested:
1. Martha thinks the Doctor is an idiot for some reason or another (Because
really, can everyone be impressed with him?)
2. Martha tries to ask if there's something she can call him besides "the
Doctor" (because she really doesn't need another reminder of medical school, he
doesn't deserve the title, etc, etc.)
3. Martha/past companion, preferrably female, lots of points for Tegan because
Martha has a thing for leather miniskirts.
Tried to do 1 and 3. Hope you like.
i. Time Lord doesn't always know best.
“This one?” she asks, pointing to a lever.
The Doctor looks away from the mess of wires he’s been working on. “Yes! Pull it hard when I tell you to.”
“Are you sure?” Martha is not too confident. She remembers the Doctor’s singed fingers the last time a lever was involved. Except this time they’re not working on the TARDIS, but on an Antarian vehicle, given to them by the Duke after saving his life. Of course, it had broken down two miles away from the TARDIS. “We could always walk.”
The Doctor is smiling even as he shakes his head. “Oh, Martha. Just trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing. ”
His smile is so charming Martha sometimes wishes she could believe him, but she’s pretty sure he’s just improvising. Past companions might have found this endearing, Martha does not. What kind of idiot risks his life with so much ease?
The Doctor. That's who.
He connects three green wires with a red one before speaking again. “Pull the lever now and we’ll be on our way!”
She does. A small explotion sends them both to the floor. To the doctor’s credit, he never stops smiling.
“So,” he says, quickly standing up and offering a hand to a still shaken Martha. “Fancy a walk?”
ii. Don’t wander off. You could get captured and tried to be sold as a slave.
Martha had a dress like this once. It was white with golden embroidery and she wore it on her first date with Donald Sullivan. Except the one she’s wearing now is black and a bit shorter. And accesorized with chains. If only she had been able to keep up with the Doctor. But he had been too shaken by the note found taped to the TARDIS door, too distracted muttering “She’s alive!”, too quickly running away that Martha just lost him in the crowd.
And then she had to fall into one of the most cliche situations ever.
No time to whine about the situation. Martha is already planning and calculating. How far could she make it with bound hands? Could she take the two aliens guarding her with a few well chosen kicks and punches? How about the crowd gathering around? Could she possibly move without showing more of her breasts?
As it turns out, is not really necessary. She spots the Doctor in the crowd. Before she can say or do anything, the lights go off, there are hands on her arm and shoulders and a female voice saying “Follow me.”
Martha obeys and doesn’t stop until they reach TARDIS. She should be more surprised when the woman - blonde, crisp white shirt, green trousers - pulls out a sonic screwdriver from one of her pockets and opens the door. They go in and the Doctor soon follows.
“I don’t think we’ll be coming back anytime soon,” he says before heading for the console. “Oh, Romana, this is Martha Jones. Martha Jones, Romana. You can call her Fred.”
iii. Sonic screwdrivers are a girl’s best friends.
Romana. She’s like the Doctor, except when she’s not. Martha finds herself spending more and more time with her between planets, listening to stories about trips to Paris, Daleks and long scarves. The Doctor is around most of the time, but sometimes he leaves them on their own, wishing they would stop talking about the scarf and the curly hair.
It is Romana who one night - or what passes as night in the middle of space - casually shows Martha a couple of settings in the sonic screwdriver Martha suspected about but was too afraid to ask. Curiosity gets the best of her and she “borrows” it when Romana isn’t looking.
When she tries to replace it in the morning, Romana suddenly appears next to her. “You can keep it. I’ll made another one.” Then she’s gone.
They never talk about it, but sometimes smile at each other across the console, sharing the secret.
iv. Comfortable shoes are not always a must.
There’s a pair of black boots in the TARDIS wardrobe Martha loves. Shiny black with a white trim on the middle and three inch heels. She wore them once, on one of her first adventures. Five hours of running and two very painful blisters later, she made the smart decision never to take them out again.
It doesn’t stop her from going to the wardrobe and putting them on from time to time, just loving the way they look on her.
“I know it sounds ludicrous,” she tells Romana one of those times, as they get ready for a day out. “But I just love the way they make my legs look longer.”
“You do have lovely legs,” Romana says.
Is Martha blushing? Oh, yes. She is.
Romana finishes the knot of her tie and comes to stand in front of Martha. She wears a pink suit, not unlike the Doctor’s blue one, with a darker shirt and a white tie. It would look wrong in anybody else. Martha finds herself unable to move away.
“Thanks,” she finally says. “You have lovely.... everything.” She can’t look away so she focuses on what she sees. The well cut suit, the beautiful shade of pink, her hand slowly reaching to touch the tie.
Clothes are soon forgotten.
v. Lots of planets have an England. Or so it seems.
“Let me guess,” Martha says as the Doctor approaches the door. “Cardiff.”
“No,” he assures her. “Los Roques, Venezuela, 2005. Wonderful beaches and delicious fish.”
“It’s Cardiff,” Romana says, eyeing the Doctor before opening the door. He laughs in triumph.
“Ha! We’re all wrong! It’s London.”
Martha has stopped rolling her eyes everytime this happens. They usually end up on the wrong location for a reason. Sure enough, they’re just in time to prevent the Zugabarrons from invading via the sewers. Still, wouldn’t it be nice if aliens decided to invade a nice, sunny beach?
They have dinner to celebrate afterwards. The Doctor is all laugh and mad gestures as he reenacts their victory over the Zugabarrons with a salt shaker, a fork and a small army of peas. Martha laughs and agrees with most of what the Doctor says, though a part of her barely listens.
Romana’s hand is cool silk against Martha’s thigh.
vi. Sooner or later, all companions leave...
“How long are you gonna stay, Martha?” the Doctor asks one night, as they all sit together to watch a plasma storm on Tragan 7. Romana pretends not to be listening carefully.
Martha takes her time thinking of an answer. She thinks of her family, her studies, her life before the Doctor. Then she thinks of faraway places, time travel, the Doctor’s laugh, Romana’s hands and lips...
It won’t last forever. Someday she’ll ask to be taken home, she’ll become a doctor and move on. Maybe Romana will leave first. As wonderful as everything is, Martha knows what they had is something that can only be enjoyed for a brief time. Someday, she’ll leave and never see them again.
vii. ... but it doesn’t have to be today.
“I don’t know,” she finally says, then smiles. “We’ll see.”