Ficlets
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Title: Ficlets
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha & John Smith; Martha & Evelyn, Jack, Mickey; Martha/Ten; Three, Liz, the Brig; Martha & Sergeant Benton, Ten and Three
Rating: G - PG-13
Spoilers: Human Nature/Family of Blood
Summary: Brief moments in the lives of various Whoniverse characters
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: These are a series of ficlets written for various people on my FList as a result of a fic meme I did recently. They feature various characters/pairings and the ratings range from G to PG-13.
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Stargazing (Martha & John Smith; G) for fourzoas
Martha sat on a blanket in the middle of Cooper's Field, Mr Smith by her side, and drank tea from his thermos.
"And that one, up there, is Cassiopeia," he said, his hushed tone almost reverent.
"Yes, sir," she answered, gazing obediently up where he pointed. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, and she corrected herself quickly. "Yes, John."
He'd insisted that she call him by his first name when they came out here stargazing, but she found it hard to remember. It was difficult enough, not calling him Doctor, and using either 'Sir' or 'Mr Smith' as required by their circumstances: to call him 'John' seemed even more strange. After a month she had accepted that he wasn't the Doctor, for all he dreamed the Doctor's life and wore the Time Lord's face, but remembering his name was hard work.
She swallowed down a sigh for the life she was missing, and focused her attention on the man beside her, trying to forget that she'd seen many of these constellations far closer than he ever could, when she and the Doctor had sat on the floor in the open doorway of his ship, and stargazed their fill in companionable silence while they ate chocolate biscuits, and drank something hot and sweet.
One day she would have that life back. In the meantime she'd have to make do with stargazing.
* * * * * *
Feather Duster (Three, Liz, the Brigadier; G) for lost_spook
"Really, Doctor, I don't think - Oh!" Rushing into the Doctor's lab, Liz broke off her protest abruptly as the Time Lord straightened up and turned from the workbench over which he'd been leaning, a feather duster in his hand. She stared, trying to keep the smile that was threatening to break out, from appearing on her face.
"Did you want something, Miss Shaw?" asked the Brigadier, suddenly popping into view from the far side of the workbench.
Liz's eyes widened at the sight of the normally strait-laced UNIT CO brandishing two feather dusters in his hands.
"I - um - I - excuse me." She fled from the room, and both men heard a loud peal of laughter from the corridor outside.
"Strange girl," mused the Doctor, clearly baffled by her reaction.
"Quite," responded the Brigadier. "I believe it's your turn, Doctor."
"Ah yes. Thank you, old chap." He turned his attention from the odd behaviour of his assistant to the rather more pressing matter at hand.
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Beach (Martha/Ten; PG-13) for nschick
"Doctor."
"Yes Martha?"
"Thank you for my lovely birthday trip."
The Time Lord looked over at his companion, who was no longer quite so young, but still (in his eyes at least) beautiful, as she lay on a large towel on the pale lavender sand. Her bikini was almost indecently skimpy, and if this planet hadn't been unoccupied and likely to remain so for at least another 200 years (when the first colonists arrived), he was sure she'd have caused a small riot.
"My pleasure," he purred.
She pulled her sunglasses down her nose a fraction to peer at him over the top of them, a grin beginning to form on her face. She knew that purr of old: it usually preceded a good deal of vigorous and thoroughly enjoyable exercise.
He slid off his sun lounger, his book forgotten, and lay down beside her.
"Hello," she said, her voice deep and sultry.
"Well hello," he answered, sounding impossibly saucy with just those two words. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder tattoo, then licked her collarbone.
Martha felt a shiver run through her body and heat beginning to build between her thighs.
"I think my birthday girl would like the rest of her present," he said softly, his right hand sliding across her ribs as he lapped delicately at her neck.
"Yes please," she breathed. She had a feeling he was going to go for the slow torturous build up, and she found her pulse beginning to race at the prospect. Clearly this would be a birthday she wouldn't forget in a hurry.
* * * * * *
Children of Time (Martha, Evelyn Smythe (with bonus Jack and Mickey - the former would insert himself!); G) for garpu
“I must say, although I knew there were a few people who had travelled with the Doctor, I didn’t realise there were so many.”
Martha smiled as she handed the older woman a cup of tea, then took a seat beside her. “And this isn’t even all of us, Professor Smythe.”
“Oh please, call me Evelyn,” she begged. “Or I shall have to call you Dr Jones.”
Martha laughed softly. “It’s a deal, Evelyn.”
“Who were the two young men with whom you came in?” asked Evelyn as she looked across the room at the two who’d arrived with Martha. They were chatting enthusiastically to an older woman whose once-blonde hair was now silver.
”That’s Jack and Mickey,” Martha answered. “Jack’s the one who sounds American and flirts madly with everyone.”
Evelyn patted her hair self-consciously. “He did seem very charming,” she agreed.
Martha laughed softly. “He is, very charming indeed.”
“How long have you known the Doctor?”
“Three and a half years, or four and a half, depending on which way you look at it,” Martha answered.
Evelyn gave her a quizzical look over her cup of tea. “Pardon?”
“Long story,” Martha said, “but essentially the Doctor rewound a year of Earth’s history. I, and a very few other people, lived that year over again.”
“That sounds a bit complicated,” Evelyn observed.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Martha agreed. “Anyway, what about you?”
Evelyn explained about her first meeting with the Doctor, and the two women soon got into a long conversation about their respective travels with the Time Lord; it came as a surprise when their respective escorts joined them and suggested it was time they were getting back to Cambridge and Cardiff respectively.
“It was good meeting you, Martha,” Evelyn said, shaking hands with the younger woman.
“And you,” Martha answered, smiling as Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Liz Shaw waited patiently for her friend to make her farewells.
“Nice woman,” Jack observed.
“Yes she is,” agreed Martha.
“Now then, Cinderella, time we got you back home before Mickey Mouse turns back into a pumpkin.
“Oi, watch it, Captain Cheesecake,” retorted Mickey.
“Boys, be good,” Martha interposed, smiling up at them both. “You know, you can always stay with me tonight, and drive back to Cardiff in the morning.”
“What do you reckon?” Jack asked Mickey.
“Yeah, don’t mind if I do,” agreed the younger man easily.
“Excellent!” Jack beamed. “Does that mean I get to have play time with you both?”
“Not with me, mate,” Mickey said firmly.
“Maybe,” Martha answered with a cheeky grin. She sauntered across the Brigadier’s dining room to make her farewells to their host, knowing that Jack would be watching her, and hoping.
* * * * * *
Knitting (Martha, Sergeant Benton, Ten, Three; G) for padawanpooh
"You know, I'm not sure which I find more surprising: the Doctor carrying knitting needles in his coat pockets, or you knowing how to knit," Martha commented, looking over at her fellow captives.
"That's rather sexist of you, Dr Jones," observed the Time Lord.
"I apologise, Sergeant," she said promptly.
"That's all right, miss," answered Benton with a friendly smile.
"Why were you surprised I carry knitting needles?" asked the Doctor. He was leaning against the wall opposite the door, his long brown coat wrapped around his skinny frame.
Martha shrugged. "It's not the most obvious thing to carry, is it?"
"And when have you ever known me to carry anything obvious?" he asked.
"Fair point," she agreed.
The sergeant cast off with a small flourish, smiled at Martha, then passed his handiwork to the Doctor. The Time Lord gave a wolfish grin, pocketed the knitting needles, then attached a large hook to the end of Benton's knitting and stepped over to the door of the cell.
Benton sat down on the bed beside Martha, both of them watching with bated breath as the Time Lord eased the hook through the bars of the window, then lowered it until it was level with the key which a careless guard had left in the keyhole half an hour ago, after bringing their evening meal.
The Doctor gave a small grunt of frustration as the hook slipped out of the keyring; he tried a second time and this time the hook caught hold.
"Now for the tricky bit," he said quietly, pulling one of the knitting needles back out of his pocket. "Martha, can you give me a hand please?"
Benton squeezed her shoulder as she got up from the bed and moved to the Doctor's side. "What can I do?"
"I want you to gently push the key from this side with the tip of the knitting needle. With any luck that will make it easier for me to bring it out of the keyhole."
She took the needle from him and knelt on the floor, peering into the keyhole first before she eased the tip of the needle inside.
"Gently does it," breathed the Doctor.
"I know," she muttered. She pushed against the end of the key and felt it moving away from the tip of the needle.
"Got it!" exclaimed the Doctor in a hushed voice. He carefully reeled in the line of knitting, then grasped the key and pulled it back through the window between the bars. He flashed a wide grin at his two companions.
"Now that's team work," he said in a triumphant tone, pocketing the knitting and needle with one hand while sliding the key back into the lock from their side of the door with the other, then he gently eased the door open.
"Let me go first, sir," Benton said quickly, before the Time Lord could step out into the corridor.
The Doctor hesitated for only a moment before giving a quick nod. "Gently does it," he said.
Benton nodded back, then stepped past both Martha and the Doctor, and stealthily moved off down the corridor.
"You next," the Time Lord said softly in Martha's ear, his left hand on her right shoulder.
She looked up at him briefly, then set off in Benton's wake, with the Doctor close on her heels.
Ten minutes later they were quietly hailed by Benton's Doctor from a horse-drawn wagon which pulled up alongside them, and the trio quickly piled into the back as the younger Time Lord sped away from the castle.
Half an hour after they'd made their escape from the castle, the two Time Lords and their companions piled into the older Doctor's TARDIS and dematerialised with a sense of relief. Once they were in flight, Martha turned to Benton.
"Will you teach me to knit, please?" she asked.
He smiled. "Delighted to, miss," he answered, holding his hand out to the elder Time Lord, who smirked, then passed him the knitting needles.
Title: Ficlets
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha & John Smith; Martha & Evelyn, Jack, Mickey; Martha/Ten; Three, Liz, the Brig; Martha & Sergeant Benton, Ten and Three
Rating: G - PG-13
Spoilers: Human Nature/Family of Blood
Summary: Brief moments in the lives of various Whoniverse characters
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: These are a series of ficlets written for various people on my FList as a result of a fic meme I did recently. They feature various characters/pairings and the ratings range from G to PG-13.
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Stargazing (Martha & John Smith; G) for fourzoas
Martha sat on a blanket in the middle of Cooper's Field, Mr Smith by her side, and drank tea from his thermos.
"And that one, up there, is Cassiopeia," he said, his hushed tone almost reverent.
"Yes, sir," she answered, gazing obediently up where he pointed. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, and she corrected herself quickly. "Yes, John."
He'd insisted that she call him by his first name when they came out here stargazing, but she found it hard to remember. It was difficult enough, not calling him Doctor, and using either 'Sir' or 'Mr Smith' as required by their circumstances: to call him 'John' seemed even more strange. After a month she had accepted that he wasn't the Doctor, for all he dreamed the Doctor's life and wore the Time Lord's face, but remembering his name was hard work.
She swallowed down a sigh for the life she was missing, and focused her attention on the man beside her, trying to forget that she'd seen many of these constellations far closer than he ever could, when she and the Doctor had sat on the floor in the open doorway of his ship, and stargazed their fill in companionable silence while they ate chocolate biscuits, and drank something hot and sweet.
One day she would have that life back. In the meantime she'd have to make do with stargazing.
* * * * * *
Feather Duster (Three, Liz, the Brigadier; G) for lost_spook
"Really, Doctor, I don't think - Oh!" Rushing into the Doctor's lab, Liz broke off her protest abruptly as the Time Lord straightened up and turned from the workbench over which he'd been leaning, a feather duster in his hand. She stared, trying to keep the smile that was threatening to break out, from appearing on her face.
"Did you want something, Miss Shaw?" asked the Brigadier, suddenly popping into view from the far side of the workbench.
Liz's eyes widened at the sight of the normally strait-laced UNIT CO brandishing two feather dusters in his hands.
"I - um - I - excuse me." She fled from the room, and both men heard a loud peal of laughter from the corridor outside.
"Strange girl," mused the Doctor, clearly baffled by her reaction.
"Quite," responded the Brigadier. "I believe it's your turn, Doctor."
"Ah yes. Thank you, old chap." He turned his attention from the odd behaviour of his assistant to the rather more pressing matter at hand.
* * * * * *
Beach (Martha/Ten; PG-13) for nschick
"Doctor."
"Yes Martha?"
"Thank you for my lovely birthday trip."
The Time Lord looked over at his companion, who was no longer quite so young, but still (in his eyes at least) beautiful, as she lay on a large towel on the pale lavender sand. Her bikini was almost indecently skimpy, and if this planet hadn't been unoccupied and likely to remain so for at least another 200 years (when the first colonists arrived), he was sure she'd have caused a small riot.
"My pleasure," he purred.
She pulled her sunglasses down her nose a fraction to peer at him over the top of them, a grin beginning to form on her face. She knew that purr of old: it usually preceded a good deal of vigorous and thoroughly enjoyable exercise.
He slid off his sun lounger, his book forgotten, and lay down beside her.
"Hello," she said, her voice deep and sultry.
"Well hello," he answered, sounding impossibly saucy with just those two words. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder tattoo, then licked her collarbone.
Martha felt a shiver run through her body and heat beginning to build between her thighs.
"I think my birthday girl would like the rest of her present," he said softly, his right hand sliding across her ribs as he lapped delicately at her neck.
"Yes please," she breathed. She had a feeling he was going to go for the slow torturous build up, and she found her pulse beginning to race at the prospect. Clearly this would be a birthday she wouldn't forget in a hurry.
* * * * * *
Children of Time (Martha, Evelyn Smythe (with bonus Jack and Mickey - the former would insert himself!); G) for garpu
“I must say, although I knew there were a few people who had travelled with the Doctor, I didn’t realise there were so many.”
Martha smiled as she handed the older woman a cup of tea, then took a seat beside her. “And this isn’t even all of us, Professor Smythe.”
“Oh please, call me Evelyn,” she begged. “Or I shall have to call you Dr Jones.”
Martha laughed softly. “It’s a deal, Evelyn.”
“Who were the two young men with whom you came in?” asked Evelyn as she looked across the room at the two who’d arrived with Martha. They were chatting enthusiastically to an older woman whose once-blonde hair was now silver.
”That’s Jack and Mickey,” Martha answered. “Jack’s the one who sounds American and flirts madly with everyone.”
Evelyn patted her hair self-consciously. “He did seem very charming,” she agreed.
Martha laughed softly. “He is, very charming indeed.”
“How long have you known the Doctor?”
“Three and a half years, or four and a half, depending on which way you look at it,” Martha answered.
Evelyn gave her a quizzical look over her cup of tea. “Pardon?”
“Long story,” Martha said, “but essentially the Doctor rewound a year of Earth’s history. I, and a very few other people, lived that year over again.”
“That sounds a bit complicated,” Evelyn observed.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Martha agreed. “Anyway, what about you?”
Evelyn explained about her first meeting with the Doctor, and the two women soon got into a long conversation about their respective travels with the Time Lord; it came as a surprise when their respective escorts joined them and suggested it was time they were getting back to Cambridge and Cardiff respectively.
“It was good meeting you, Martha,” Evelyn said, shaking hands with the younger woman.
“And you,” Martha answered, smiling as Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Liz Shaw waited patiently for her friend to make her farewells.
“Nice woman,” Jack observed.
“Yes she is,” agreed Martha.
“Now then, Cinderella, time we got you back home before Mickey Mouse turns back into a pumpkin.
“Oi, watch it, Captain Cheesecake,” retorted Mickey.
“Boys, be good,” Martha interposed, smiling up at them both. “You know, you can always stay with me tonight, and drive back to Cardiff in the morning.”
“What do you reckon?” Jack asked Mickey.
“Yeah, don’t mind if I do,” agreed the younger man easily.
“Excellent!” Jack beamed. “Does that mean I get to have play time with you both?”
“Not with me, mate,” Mickey said firmly.
“Maybe,” Martha answered with a cheeky grin. She sauntered across the Brigadier’s dining room to make her farewells to their host, knowing that Jack would be watching her, and hoping.
* * * * * *
Knitting (Martha, Sergeant Benton, Ten, Three; G) for padawanpooh
"You know, I'm not sure which I find more surprising: the Doctor carrying knitting needles in his coat pockets, or you knowing how to knit," Martha commented, looking over at her fellow captives.
"That's rather sexist of you, Dr Jones," observed the Time Lord.
"I apologise, Sergeant," she said promptly.
"That's all right, miss," answered Benton with a friendly smile.
"Why were you surprised I carry knitting needles?" asked the Doctor. He was leaning against the wall opposite the door, his long brown coat wrapped around his skinny frame.
Martha shrugged. "It's not the most obvious thing to carry, is it?"
"And when have you ever known me to carry anything obvious?" he asked.
"Fair point," she agreed.
The sergeant cast off with a small flourish, smiled at Martha, then passed his handiwork to the Doctor. The Time Lord gave a wolfish grin, pocketed the knitting needles, then attached a large hook to the end of Benton's knitting and stepped over to the door of the cell.
Benton sat down on the bed beside Martha, both of them watching with bated breath as the Time Lord eased the hook through the bars of the window, then lowered it until it was level with the key which a careless guard had left in the keyhole half an hour ago, after bringing their evening meal.
The Doctor gave a small grunt of frustration as the hook slipped out of the keyring; he tried a second time and this time the hook caught hold.
"Now for the tricky bit," he said quietly, pulling one of the knitting needles back out of his pocket. "Martha, can you give me a hand please?"
Benton squeezed her shoulder as she got up from the bed and moved to the Doctor's side. "What can I do?"
"I want you to gently push the key from this side with the tip of the knitting needle. With any luck that will make it easier for me to bring it out of the keyhole."
She took the needle from him and knelt on the floor, peering into the keyhole first before she eased the tip of the needle inside.
"Gently does it," breathed the Doctor.
"I know," she muttered. She pushed against the end of the key and felt it moving away from the tip of the needle.
"Got it!" exclaimed the Doctor in a hushed voice. He carefully reeled in the line of knitting, then grasped the key and pulled it back through the window between the bars. He flashed a wide grin at his two companions.
"Now that's team work," he said in a triumphant tone, pocketing the knitting and needle with one hand while sliding the key back into the lock from their side of the door with the other, then he gently eased the door open.
"Let me go first, sir," Benton said quickly, before the Time Lord could step out into the corridor.
The Doctor hesitated for only a moment before giving a quick nod. "Gently does it," he said.
Benton nodded back, then stepped past both Martha and the Doctor, and stealthily moved off down the corridor.
"You next," the Time Lord said softly in Martha's ear, his left hand on her right shoulder.
She looked up at him briefly, then set off in Benton's wake, with the Doctor close on her heels.
Ten minutes later they were quietly hailed by Benton's Doctor from a horse-drawn wagon which pulled up alongside them, and the trio quickly piled into the back as the younger Time Lord sped away from the castle.
Half an hour after they'd made their escape from the castle, the two Time Lords and their companions piled into the older Doctor's TARDIS and dematerialised with a sense of relief. Once they were in flight, Martha turned to Benton.
"Will you teach me to knit, please?" she asked.
He smiled. "Delighted to, miss," he answered, holding his hand out to the elder Time Lord, who smirked, then passed him the knitting needles.