30 Days with Martha Jones: Regret
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Title: 30 Days with Martha Jones: Regret
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha Jones, Second Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: 30 Days in the life of Martha Jones
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: I signed up to do mini_nanowrimo this year, and snagged 30 random prompts from doctorwho_100 which will form the basis of the 30 fics I write. Each fic will feature Martha and at least one other Whoniverse character, and the prompt will be included in the title of the fic.
Index Post
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Martha soon settled into a routine of living in two different cities at opposite ends of the M4 motorway and although she found the driving tiring, she enjoyed both aspects of her work. At UNIT they'd begun full testing of Project Indigo at last, and she was making regular jumps now; interestingly, neither of the two scientists who were also making test jumps were as successful as Martha at arriving where they'd intended: Dr Martin always seemed to land at least a mile from his intended destination, while Dr Short was even less accurate.
Talking about it with Jack one Sunday evening over the dinner he'd cooked for her after she'd arrived in Cardiff later than planned, he'd suggested that either Martha had more confidence using Indigo than the two scientists, or she was better at focusing her intentions. He'd reminded her that the first time she'd used Project Indigo it had taken her to Francine's house, the one place she'd most wanted to be.
Martha had accepted that Jack was probably right; no one was exactly sure just how Indigo worked, after all, since it had mostly been built from salvaged Sontaran technology. She wonder if the Doctor would know, but she felt reluctant to tell him about the device; she wasn't certain he'd approve and while she didn't need his approval for everything she did, neither did she want to risk losing his friendship.
She was still wondering about Indigo as she took a brief walk around the Bay after finishing work in the Hub: Gwen had gone home to Rhys, and Jack had taken Ianto out for the evening, so she was stretching her legs and clearing her head after a long day poring over data on the Weevils. Just as she decided to head home for some food and a rare evening in front of the TV an all-too-familiar wheezing, groaning sound cut through the noise of the city, and Martha span around to see the TARDIS materialising a few feet away.
She sauntered over to the ship, a grin of delight threatening to split her face in two; then the door opened and her grin faded at the sight of a small, shabbily dressed man with an untidy mop top and a worried expression stepped out of the doors.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," he said, wringing his hands. "This isn't right, it isn't right at all!"
Martha stopped a short distance away, wondering if this was another Doctor or his latest companion.
"Excuse me, my dear, but could you tell me when and where I am?" he asked, his tone a little plaintive.
"Cardiff 2009," she told him.
"Oh my giddy aunt!" he exclaimed in agitation. "Completely the wrong year and place."
His expression was so tragic that Martha suppressed her inclination to giggle at his words. Then his face suddenly brightened again. "Never mind, though," he said energetically, "where there's life, there's hope, and all that." He offered her a hand. "I'm the Doctor."
"I thought you might be," Martha answered.
He gave her a startled look and she smiled reassuringly. "The TARDIS is a bit of a give away," she told him.
"Ah! I think you must have travelled with a later me," he observed.
She nodded and he smiled, looking inordinately pleased. "Is there somewhere I can get a cup of tea?" he asked hopefully.
"There's a coffee shop over there," Martha said, pointing. "They sell tea as well."
The Doctor began patting his pockets. "Oh dear, why do I never have any money when I need it?" He turned towards the TARDIS again, but she stopped him.
"It's okay," she said, with a soft laugh. "I can afford to buy you a cup of tea." She slipped her arm through his and led him across the street.
The Doctor got through two pots of tea and two slices of chocolate cake while they talked about their respective travels in an animated fashion. Martha walked him back to the TARDIS afterwards and as they stood outside the ship to say goodbye, she thought he looked rather melancholy.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "I was just thinking, rather regretfully, that I shall have to make myself forget meeting you," he said. "I can't risk messing up the future you see. No one, not even a Time Lord, should know too much of his own future. You might remind me, your me that is, of this meeting the next time you see me, though."
Martha nodded. "Okay."
He put a hand on her arm, then leaned forward and kissed her cheek before letting himself back into the TARDIS which soon dematerialised. Martha shook herself out of her reverie and headed towards her flat in a thoughtful mood.
Title: 30 Days with Martha Jones: Regret
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha Jones, Second Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: 30 Days in the life of Martha Jones
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: I signed up to do mini_nanowrimo this year, and snagged 30 random prompts from doctorwho_100 which will form the basis of the 30 fics I write. Each fic will feature Martha and at least one other Whoniverse character, and the prompt will be included in the title of the fic.
Index Post
~~~~~~
Martha soon settled into a routine of living in two different cities at opposite ends of the M4 motorway and although she found the driving tiring, she enjoyed both aspects of her work. At UNIT they'd begun full testing of Project Indigo at last, and she was making regular jumps now; interestingly, neither of the two scientists who were also making test jumps were as successful as Martha at arriving where they'd intended: Dr Martin always seemed to land at least a mile from his intended destination, while Dr Short was even less accurate.
Talking about it with Jack one Sunday evening over the dinner he'd cooked for her after she'd arrived in Cardiff later than planned, he'd suggested that either Martha had more confidence using Indigo than the two scientists, or she was better at focusing her intentions. He'd reminded her that the first time she'd used Project Indigo it had taken her to Francine's house, the one place she'd most wanted to be.
Martha had accepted that Jack was probably right; no one was exactly sure just how Indigo worked, after all, since it had mostly been built from salvaged Sontaran technology. She wonder if the Doctor would know, but she felt reluctant to tell him about the device; she wasn't certain he'd approve and while she didn't need his approval for everything she did, neither did she want to risk losing his friendship.
She was still wondering about Indigo as she took a brief walk around the Bay after finishing work in the Hub: Gwen had gone home to Rhys, and Jack had taken Ianto out for the evening, so she was stretching her legs and clearing her head after a long day poring over data on the Weevils. Just as she decided to head home for some food and a rare evening in front of the TV an all-too-familiar wheezing, groaning sound cut through the noise of the city, and Martha span around to see the TARDIS materialising a few feet away.
She sauntered over to the ship, a grin of delight threatening to split her face in two; then the door opened and her grin faded at the sight of a small, shabbily dressed man with an untidy mop top and a worried expression stepped out of the doors.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," he said, wringing his hands. "This isn't right, it isn't right at all!"
Martha stopped a short distance away, wondering if this was another Doctor or his latest companion.
"Excuse me, my dear, but could you tell me when and where I am?" he asked, his tone a little plaintive.
"Cardiff 2009," she told him.
"Oh my giddy aunt!" he exclaimed in agitation. "Completely the wrong year and place."
His expression was so tragic that Martha suppressed her inclination to giggle at his words. Then his face suddenly brightened again. "Never mind, though," he said energetically, "where there's life, there's hope, and all that." He offered her a hand. "I'm the Doctor."
"I thought you might be," Martha answered.
He gave her a startled look and she smiled reassuringly. "The TARDIS is a bit of a give away," she told him.
"Ah! I think you must have travelled with a later me," he observed.
She nodded and he smiled, looking inordinately pleased. "Is there somewhere I can get a cup of tea?" he asked hopefully.
"There's a coffee shop over there," Martha said, pointing. "They sell tea as well."
The Doctor began patting his pockets. "Oh dear, why do I never have any money when I need it?" He turned towards the TARDIS again, but she stopped him.
"It's okay," she said, with a soft laugh. "I can afford to buy you a cup of tea." She slipped her arm through his and led him across the street.
The Doctor got through two pots of tea and two slices of chocolate cake while they talked about their respective travels in an animated fashion. Martha walked him back to the TARDIS afterwards and as they stood outside the ship to say goodbye, she thought he looked rather melancholy.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "I was just thinking, rather regretfully, that I shall have to make myself forget meeting you," he said. "I can't risk messing up the future you see. No one, not even a Time Lord, should know too much of his own future. You might remind me, your me that is, of this meeting the next time you see me, though."
Martha nodded. "Okay."
He put a hand on her arm, then leaned forward and kissed her cheek before letting himself back into the TARDIS which soon dematerialised. Martha shook herself out of her reverie and headed towards her flat in a thoughtful mood.