Teatime
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Title: Teatime
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Eight, Ten, Nighy!Eleven, Martha
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Three incarnations of the Doctor discuss their companions over tea.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is another 'runaway' ficlet I wrote as a result of the fic meme on my LJ. ebbyzone requested a Past Doctor, Ten and a Future Doctor discussing their companions over tea. Not only did this run away from me, the crack!Bunny got at it! Hope it amuses you!
Beta: The ever-patient fourzoas
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Three men sat around the table in the TARDIS kitchen, drinking tea and eating chocolate biscuits, while arguing good-naturedly.
"Donna was the fiercest," insisted the Doctor, ruffling his already manic hair wildly. "She used to slap me frequently."
"I disagree," said another, whose curly hair was immaculate. "Lucie was positively scary."
"You're both wrong," cut in the third of them. His hands were clasped behind his head, and his short grey hair tickled his wrists slightly when he shifted position.
The two younger men gave him an enquiring look. "So which travelling companion would you least like to upset?"
"Martha Jones," he answered. "After she laughed in the Master's face, I was always slightly scared of her. And she didn't need to slap you - a look was as good as a slap."
"I'd like to meet Dr Jones," said the youngest Doctor.
"You'd only go and kiss her," snorted the middle one.
"What, like you did, you mean?" retorted the eldest.
"Touché," murmured the wild-haired one, grinning at his older incarnation.
"We should go and see her," insisted the youngest.
"Very well," agreed the oldest. It was his TARDIS they were currently in. "But I warn you, if you annoy her, she'll give you such a look."
"I'll risk it," answered the youngest, a dreamy expression on his face.
The eleventh incarnation shook his head and led the way to the Control Room. "When we get there, you can go first," he said to the tenth. "Perform the introductions."
"Why me?" he asked, looking alarmed.
"Because you were the one who reckoned Donna was scarier than Martha, even though you should have known better," he retorted.
The TARDIS landed and the three men exited it cautiously to find a young woman in a white coat looking at them, her arms folded across her chest, and one foot tapping.
"Oh look, it's the three Stooges," commented Dr Martha Jones, looking crossly from one to the other. "You three had better have a good excuse for why you've come and ruined a perfectly good experiment. If the world's not in imminent danger, you three will be."
"Um - " began the middle one nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
The youngest one stepped into the breach and moved closer, and taking her hand in his, he kissed it, then smiled winningly. "I'm the Doctor," he began.
"That doesn't work on me any more," Martha replied, pulling her hand back so sharply that he almost overbalanced.
"What does work?" muttered the incarnation she'd met first.
She raised an eyebrow at him and he quailed. His eleventh self had been right, he realised; a look from Martha was as effective as a slap from Donna.
"What experiment did we ruin?" asked the eldest of the three, deciding it would be best to start placating his sometime companion - after all, he might need her help again in her future.
Half an hour later, he was wishing they'd just jumped back into the TARDIS and run away instead of offering to assist Martha; she'd decided to 'punish' them by getting them to help her to round up and capture a rogue Hoix that was terrorising people on Hounslow Heath. The three men were hot, sweaty and mud-spattered from chasing the creature back and forth across London's largest nature reserve, while also trying to keep it from hurting anyone. Both of the older incarnations of the Doctor well remembered their encounter with a Hoix when he was in his tenth incarnation; the eighth swore never to have anything to do with them again, which made the other two smile grimly.
Martha drove the three of them, and the tranquillised, trussed up Hoix, back to UNIT HQ, promising they could all have a bath when they got there.
“Do you consider that we’ve been sufficiently punished?” asked the tenth incarnation anxiously as she drove into the car park.
“I do,” she answered, her tone tranquil and composed.
“Good,” he said fervently.
Once back at HQ, Martha found herself hustled into the TARDIS by the three men, and then carried through to the swimming pool.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“Well, you’re nearly as smelly as us,” the middle Doctor said, “so you might as well join us.”
A few moments later she was pushed unceremoniously into the water, still fully dressed.
“I’ll get you for this!” she growled as the three of them laughed, before jumping in with her.
A furious water battle ensued, and each of the Doctors found themselves being dragged under water until they were forced to plead for mercy from the diminutive young woman.
After that they changed out of their wet clothes into swimming things and returned to the pool to talk and joke, before going to the kitchen for tea and crumpets, and more conversation.
“Right then, you horrible lot,” Martha said, mock-stern. “Some of us have work to do, so we can’t sit around all day gossiping.”
They all smiled and walked back to the Control Room with her, then took it in turns to say goodbye just outside the doors of the TARDIS.
The eighth kissed her hand and said he looked forward to travelling with her again. “I should warn you, though, I sometimes suffer from amnesia in this incarnation, so I may not recognise you when I see you again. Difficult regeneration, this one,” he confided.
“I’ll bear it in mind,” she assured him, then hugged him.
He went back inside and the tenth came out. “Take care of yourself Dr Jones,” he said, as hugged her tightly. “I still need my Doctor.”
She kissed him quickly on the lips, startling him. “Take care of yourself, too,” she said. “And find someone to travel with, yeah?”
He nodded, his eyes suspiciously bright, then ducked into the ship.
Finally the oldest incarnation came out. “May I come back when I’ve returned the other two to their own ships and timelines?” he asked, his arms wrapped around her.
Martha slid her hands inside his jacket and stroked his back. “Please do.”
He ducked his head and kissed her deeply, making her moan into his mouth.
“Go,” she said, after pulling away. “Otherwise, I swear I won’t be responsible for what I do next.”
He smirked. “Give me half an hour,” he said.
“Just make sure you park in the corridor, not in here,” she admonished. “Or I’ll spank you.”
He grinned wolfishly. “Promises, promises.” He stepped back inside the TARDIS, still grinning, and the ship dematerialised.
Martha shook her head, then went back to her desk to catch up on her emails while she waited for his return.
Title: Teatime
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Eight, Ten, Nighy!Eleven, Martha
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Three incarnations of the Doctor discuss their companions over tea.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is another 'runaway' ficlet I wrote as a result of the fic meme on my LJ. ebbyzone requested a Past Doctor, Ten and a Future Doctor discussing their companions over tea. Not only did this run away from me, the crack!Bunny got at it! Hope it amuses you!
Beta: The ever-patient fourzoas
~~~~~~
Three men sat around the table in the TARDIS kitchen, drinking tea and eating chocolate biscuits, while arguing good-naturedly.
"Donna was the fiercest," insisted the Doctor, ruffling his already manic hair wildly. "She used to slap me frequently."
"I disagree," said another, whose curly hair was immaculate. "Lucie was positively scary."
"You're both wrong," cut in the third of them. His hands were clasped behind his head, and his short grey hair tickled his wrists slightly when he shifted position.
The two younger men gave him an enquiring look. "So which travelling companion would you least like to upset?"
"Martha Jones," he answered. "After she laughed in the Master's face, I was always slightly scared of her. And she didn't need to slap you - a look was as good as a slap."
"I'd like to meet Dr Jones," said the youngest Doctor.
"You'd only go and kiss her," snorted the middle one.
"What, like you did, you mean?" retorted the eldest.
"Touché," murmured the wild-haired one, grinning at his older incarnation.
"We should go and see her," insisted the youngest.
"Very well," agreed the oldest. It was his TARDIS they were currently in. "But I warn you, if you annoy her, she'll give you such a look."
"I'll risk it," answered the youngest, a dreamy expression on his face.
The eleventh incarnation shook his head and led the way to the Control Room. "When we get there, you can go first," he said to the tenth. "Perform the introductions."
"Why me?" he asked, looking alarmed.
"Because you were the one who reckoned Donna was scarier than Martha, even though you should have known better," he retorted.
The TARDIS landed and the three men exited it cautiously to find a young woman in a white coat looking at them, her arms folded across her chest, and one foot tapping.
"Oh look, it's the three Stooges," commented Dr Martha Jones, looking crossly from one to the other. "You three had better have a good excuse for why you've come and ruined a perfectly good experiment. If the world's not in imminent danger, you three will be."
"Um - " began the middle one nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
The youngest one stepped into the breach and moved closer, and taking her hand in his, he kissed it, then smiled winningly. "I'm the Doctor," he began.
"That doesn't work on me any more," Martha replied, pulling her hand back so sharply that he almost overbalanced.
"What does work?" muttered the incarnation she'd met first.
She raised an eyebrow at him and he quailed. His eleventh self had been right, he realised; a look from Martha was as effective as a slap from Donna.
"What experiment did we ruin?" asked the eldest of the three, deciding it would be best to start placating his sometime companion - after all, he might need her help again in her future.
Half an hour later, he was wishing they'd just jumped back into the TARDIS and run away instead of offering to assist Martha; she'd decided to 'punish' them by getting them to help her to round up and capture a rogue Hoix that was terrorising people on Hounslow Heath. The three men were hot, sweaty and mud-spattered from chasing the creature back and forth across London's largest nature reserve, while also trying to keep it from hurting anyone. Both of the older incarnations of the Doctor well remembered their encounter with a Hoix when he was in his tenth incarnation; the eighth swore never to have anything to do with them again, which made the other two smile grimly.
Martha drove the three of them, and the tranquillised, trussed up Hoix, back to UNIT HQ, promising they could all have a bath when they got there.
“Do you consider that we’ve been sufficiently punished?” asked the tenth incarnation anxiously as she drove into the car park.
“I do,” she answered, her tone tranquil and composed.
“Good,” he said fervently.
Once back at HQ, Martha found herself hustled into the TARDIS by the three men, and then carried through to the swimming pool.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“Well, you’re nearly as smelly as us,” the middle Doctor said, “so you might as well join us.”
A few moments later she was pushed unceremoniously into the water, still fully dressed.
“I’ll get you for this!” she growled as the three of them laughed, before jumping in with her.
A furious water battle ensued, and each of the Doctors found themselves being dragged under water until they were forced to plead for mercy from the diminutive young woman.
After that they changed out of their wet clothes into swimming things and returned to the pool to talk and joke, before going to the kitchen for tea and crumpets, and more conversation.
“Right then, you horrible lot,” Martha said, mock-stern. “Some of us have work to do, so we can’t sit around all day gossiping.”
They all smiled and walked back to the Control Room with her, then took it in turns to say goodbye just outside the doors of the TARDIS.
The eighth kissed her hand and said he looked forward to travelling with her again. “I should warn you, though, I sometimes suffer from amnesia in this incarnation, so I may not recognise you when I see you again. Difficult regeneration, this one,” he confided.
“I’ll bear it in mind,” she assured him, then hugged him.
He went back inside and the tenth came out. “Take care of yourself Dr Jones,” he said, as hugged her tightly. “I still need my Doctor.”
She kissed him quickly on the lips, startling him. “Take care of yourself, too,” she said. “And find someone to travel with, yeah?”
He nodded, his eyes suspiciously bright, then ducked into the ship.
Finally the oldest incarnation came out. “May I come back when I’ve returned the other two to their own ships and timelines?” he asked, his arms wrapped around her.
Martha slid her hands inside his jacket and stroked his back. “Please do.”
He ducked his head and kissed her deeply, making her moan into his mouth.
“Go,” she said, after pulling away. “Otherwise, I swear I won’t be responsible for what I do next.”
He smirked. “Give me half an hour,” he said.
“Just make sure you park in the corridor, not in here,” she admonished. “Or I’ll spank you.”
He grinned wolfishly. “Promises, promises.” He stepped back inside the TARDIS, still grinning, and the ship dematerialised.
Martha shook her head, then went back to her desk to catch up on her emails while she waited for his return.