Heart's Desire
Title: Heart's Desire
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha, Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Infinite Quest, Blink
Summary: Martha and the Doctor after their quest for the Infinite is over.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: I wrote this 'tag' fic for the lifeonmartha Journey of Martha Jones: Footsteps Project.
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"So, how about a cup of tea?" asked the Doctor after he'd finished entering the coordinates his companion had given him and the TARDIS was on her way to a new destination, leaving the Infinite's remains spinning in space.
"Yes please," Martha answered.
He held out his arm and she slipped her arm through it.
"Did it really take you nearly three years to reach The Infinite?" she asked as they headed down the corridors to the kitchen.
"Oh yes!" His voice shot up an octave, as it often did when he was excited.
"So the TARDIS took three years to get there as well?"
He grinned down at her. "Relatively speaking," he answered.
"Blimey! No wonder I'm hungry."
He chuckled. "Why don't I fix us a snack?" he suggested as he pushed open the kitchen door. "You sit down and take a well earned rest from being kidnapped."
"Again," she sighed as she pulled out a chair and slumped down into it.
He put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. "You were brilliant," he told her softly. "Didn't let old Baltazar faze you for a minute."
"But aren't you disappointed in me?" she asked, looking down at her hands clasped in her lap.
He moved to sit in the chair next to her, turning it around until he faced her. "Why would I be disappointed in you?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.
"Because I gave in to my heart's desire," she murmured, her eyes still downcast.
The Doctor reached out and slid a finger under her chin to lift her face to his. "No you didn't. You saw it for what it was - a false image. You were much smarter than Baltazar. So no, I'm not disappointed in you. On the contrary, I'm very proud of you for keeping your head and being strong and brave."
She gave him a wobbly smile. "Thanks."
"You're welcome Miss Jones." He leant forward and kissed her forehead. "Right then! I promised you a snack and some tea." He bounced up out of the chair and began getting things out of the cupboards.
"How hungry are you?" he asked as he filled the kettle with water and found mugs, tea, milk and sugar.
"Very," she answered, and her stomach growled in confirmation.
He chuckled. "Right then, bit more than a snack, I think." He took eggs, bacon and sausages from the fridge, then grabbed some bread from the bread bin.
In rather less time than Martha expected, the Doctor served up two plates of scrambled eggs on toast with bacon and sausages, and a large mug of tea.
"Get that inside you," he said, gesturing with his fork.
"Thank you." She set to with a will and it didn't take either one of them long to clear their plates.
They were on their second cup of tea when Martha started fighting a series of jaw-cracking yawns.
"I think someone needs her bed," the Doctor observed.
"Mmm. Wouldn't mind a nap," she agreed, feeling sleepy after her meal.
"Come on then." He picked her up out of the chair, ignoring her murmured protest that she could walk, and carried her through the corridors, her arms wrapped around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder. By the time he reached her bedroom, she was sound asleep in his arms so he lowered her carefully onto the bed, then set about removing her coat and boots. He thought she would probably be more comfortable sleeping in her pyjamas, but he didn't want to wake her up to change into them, and he didn't want to risk embarrassing her by undressing her himself.
He pulled the duvet up over her, then dropped a kiss on her forehead, before slipping quietly away.
Returning to the kitchen, the Doctor washed up and thought over their recent adventure. Whilst he hadn't lied in telling Martha that he wasn't disappointed in her, he had been surprised to learn that he was her heart's desire. Perhaps it was what he represented, the universe of possibility that was available to her via her travels in the TARDIS, that was her heart's desire? Then he thought of the way she'd clung to him (and he to her, if he was being honest) on Kaliko's ship, and he thought that maybe he was her heart's desire.
The Doctor suddenly remembered their brief meeting with Sally Sparrow on their way to dealing with the Things and the lizard: she'd said something about being stuck in 1969. Martha hadn't heard that bit - and in the rush to deal with the lizard and the Things, he hadn't told her. He dried his hands and hurried through the ship to the Control Room; pulling the purple folder that Sally had given him from his coat pocket, he settled onto the Captain's chair to look at the information.
Half an hour later, he'd reset the TARDIS' coordinates: he couldn't give Martha her heart's desire permanently, but if they found the Weeping Angels, he could at least give her a few weeks of just the two of them together. He went off to fill his pockets with items that could easily be pawned, then went to see if Martha was awake yet.
No need to tell her that he'd changed their destination or that he was going to trap them in 1969 without the TARDIS. He was sure that, given time, she would certainly work out that he wasn't hating the situation, although of course he would make a few token complaints so that she wouldn't work out that it was no accident they were there.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha, Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Infinite Quest, Blink
Summary: Martha and the Doctor after their quest for the Infinite is over.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: I wrote this 'tag' fic for the lifeonmartha Journey of Martha Jones: Footsteps Project.
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"So, how about a cup of tea?" asked the Doctor after he'd finished entering the coordinates his companion had given him and the TARDIS was on her way to a new destination, leaving the Infinite's remains spinning in space.
"Yes please," Martha answered.
He held out his arm and she slipped her arm through it.
"Did it really take you nearly three years to reach The Infinite?" she asked as they headed down the corridors to the kitchen.
"Oh yes!" His voice shot up an octave, as it often did when he was excited.
"So the TARDIS took three years to get there as well?"
He grinned down at her. "Relatively speaking," he answered.
"Blimey! No wonder I'm hungry."
He chuckled. "Why don't I fix us a snack?" he suggested as he pushed open the kitchen door. "You sit down and take a well earned rest from being kidnapped."
"Again," she sighed as she pulled out a chair and slumped down into it.
He put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. "You were brilliant," he told her softly. "Didn't let old Baltazar faze you for a minute."
"But aren't you disappointed in me?" she asked, looking down at her hands clasped in her lap.
He moved to sit in the chair next to her, turning it around until he faced her. "Why would I be disappointed in you?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.
"Because I gave in to my heart's desire," she murmured, her eyes still downcast.
The Doctor reached out and slid a finger under her chin to lift her face to his. "No you didn't. You saw it for what it was - a false image. You were much smarter than Baltazar. So no, I'm not disappointed in you. On the contrary, I'm very proud of you for keeping your head and being strong and brave."
She gave him a wobbly smile. "Thanks."
"You're welcome Miss Jones." He leant forward and kissed her forehead. "Right then! I promised you a snack and some tea." He bounced up out of the chair and began getting things out of the cupboards.
"How hungry are you?" he asked as he filled the kettle with water and found mugs, tea, milk and sugar.
"Very," she answered, and her stomach growled in confirmation.
He chuckled. "Right then, bit more than a snack, I think." He took eggs, bacon and sausages from the fridge, then grabbed some bread from the bread bin.
In rather less time than Martha expected, the Doctor served up two plates of scrambled eggs on toast with bacon and sausages, and a large mug of tea.
"Get that inside you," he said, gesturing with his fork.
"Thank you." She set to with a will and it didn't take either one of them long to clear their plates.
They were on their second cup of tea when Martha started fighting a series of jaw-cracking yawns.
"I think someone needs her bed," the Doctor observed.
"Mmm. Wouldn't mind a nap," she agreed, feeling sleepy after her meal.
"Come on then." He picked her up out of the chair, ignoring her murmured protest that she could walk, and carried her through the corridors, her arms wrapped around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder. By the time he reached her bedroom, she was sound asleep in his arms so he lowered her carefully onto the bed, then set about removing her coat and boots. He thought she would probably be more comfortable sleeping in her pyjamas, but he didn't want to wake her up to change into them, and he didn't want to risk embarrassing her by undressing her himself.
He pulled the duvet up over her, then dropped a kiss on her forehead, before slipping quietly away.
Returning to the kitchen, the Doctor washed up and thought over their recent adventure. Whilst he hadn't lied in telling Martha that he wasn't disappointed in her, he had been surprised to learn that he was her heart's desire. Perhaps it was what he represented, the universe of possibility that was available to her via her travels in the TARDIS, that was her heart's desire? Then he thought of the way she'd clung to him (and he to her, if he was being honest) on Kaliko's ship, and he thought that maybe he was her heart's desire.
The Doctor suddenly remembered their brief meeting with Sally Sparrow on their way to dealing with the Things and the lizard: she'd said something about being stuck in 1969. Martha hadn't heard that bit - and in the rush to deal with the lizard and the Things, he hadn't told her. He dried his hands and hurried through the ship to the Control Room; pulling the purple folder that Sally had given him from his coat pocket, he settled onto the Captain's chair to look at the information.
Half an hour later, he'd reset the TARDIS' coordinates: he couldn't give Martha her heart's desire permanently, but if they found the Weeping Angels, he could at least give her a few weeks of just the two of them together. He went off to fill his pockets with items that could easily be pawned, then went to see if Martha was awake yet.
No need to tell her that he'd changed their destination or that he was going to trap them in 1969 without the TARDIS. He was sure that, given time, she would certainly work out that he wasn't hating the situation, although of course he would make a few token complaints so that she wouldn't work out that it was no accident they were there.