Drabbles of Fic Part 6
Title: Drabbles of Fic Part 6
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Martha/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: More of the Drabbles I've written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game that are to celebrate the Community reaching 1000 members. We've now passed the 300 Drabbles mark - and I've written almost 50 of them (?!)
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Martha cloud-watching with the Doctor (or whoever else) (For trinity_tragedy)
They lay on their backs in the red grass of Gallifrey, as recreated by the TARDIS, staring up at the clouds. "That one looks like a Judoon," the Doctor said, pointing.
Martha squinted as she followed his pointing finger. "So it does. Whereas that one," she pointed across him, "looks like a Cyberman."
"And that one's an Ood."
"An Ood?"
"An alien I've met a couple of times - they've got tentacles on their lower faces and they use a globe thing to talk to people." He shivered as remembered his first encounter with them and Martha shifted closer, putting her head and a hand on his chest. He lifted his right hand and began to play with her hair as he so often did to soothe himself.
* * * * * *
The TARDIS has a nightmare (For padawanpooh - Post S3)
Martha tossed and turned in her bed, trapped in a nightmare vision of a coral labyrinth filled with a harsh red light that somehow seemed familiar. Then a wall of flame erupted in front of her face and she felt her hair begin to singe as she turned away, only to be confronted by a masked figure brandishing a blowtorch in one hand and a welding gun in the other. A feeble golden glow flared briefly behind the figure, but it was sucked away again and the figure cackled manically - a laugh that Martha suddenly realised she knew. "NO!" she screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed, eyes full of tears.
"Martha. Martha!" An insistent voice called in her ear and a pair of strong hands grasped her shoulders. "It's OK Martha, it's OK. It was just a dream."
As she focused on the familiar brown eyes and rumpled hair of the Doctor, she found herself sobbing. "Oh god, Doctor! It was the TARDIS, the Master hurt her so much."
"I know, I know." He rubbed her back soothingly, wishing just this once that Martha hadn't developed such a strong bond with his ship. Bad enough that his ship was suffering from nightmares about being turned into a Paradox Machine, without his Companion suffering the same nightmares. "Come on, lie down again and I'll sing you both a lullaby." Martha lay down again and the Doctor stretched out beside her, pulling her into his arms as he began to sing an old lullaby from home.
* * * * * *
"Oh no, not again!" (For padawanpooh - Set in 1969)
"Oh no, not again!" Martha said in a tone of anguish that caught the Doctor's attention.
He stuck his head round the kitchen door. "What's the matter?"
"I've boiled the potatoes dry again," she said, trying not to cry. "Trying to do too many things at once."
"Why didn't you ask me to help?" he asked softly, walking in and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Because you're busy with your timey-wimey thing," she answered.
"Martha, I can take half an hour off to help you make dinner. You don't have to do this by yourself." He turned her round to face him and kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's go out and get some fish and chips."
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll make sure of that." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dried her eyes, then took her hand and they went out to the local chippie. Tomorrow he'd go to the betting shop and place a couple of judicious bets.
* * * * * *
Jack teaches Martha to swim (we’ve never seen her swim as far as I can remember) (For padawanpooh - Post S3)
Martha wrapped her arms around herself, trying not to shiver.
"Ready?" asked Jack from just behind her.
"No," she answered emphatically.
"Come on, you'll be OK. I'll look after you," he said, taking her small hand in his large one and leading her down the steps into the pool. They stood in the shallow end together, Martha holding the bar with one hand and Jack's hand with the other. "Just lean backwards and pick your feet up, and you'll float."
"I'm scared," she said quietly, feeling embarrassed to admit such a thing, even to Jack. That she, who had faced down the Master, should be afraid of learning to swim was pathetic, in her eyes.
"You'll be fine, I promise you." He pulled her into a hug. "Tell you what," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear and neck. "We'll do it another way." He leant back and pulled her back with him, his arms still wrapped around her and she found herself floating with him. She began to relax and Jack smiled to himself. He'd have her swimming yet.
* * * * * *
Martha reading fanfic (For puipui)
Martha sprawled across her bed, her laptop open in front of her, engrossed in her reading. The Doctor watched her for a moment from the doorway, then tiptoed across the room. He knelt down beside her bed, put on his glasses and peered at the screen.
"Oh Jean-Luc," moaned Beverley breathlessly.
Jean-Luc grunted as he thrust into her.
"Whatever is that?" demanded the Doctor, baffled.
Martha yelped in surprise, practically jumping off the bed. "Bloody hell Doctor, do you have to creep up on people?"
The Doctor continued to read the screen. "What *is* this?"
"Fanfiction," she answered.
He looked up at her face, peering at her over the top of his glasses. "What?"
"Fanfiction. Stories written by fans of a particular show or book, using the characters from the book or show."
He climbed up on the bed and sprawled beside her. "You'd better show me."
Martha pursed her lips thoughtfully. This situation had definite potential, she decided.
* * * * * *
Martha at a concert (For spiralsheep)
"No time for losers, 'cos we are the Champions OF THE WORLD," sang Martha at the top of her voice.
The Doctor grinned to himself. When he'd suggested taking Martha to a concert and she'd picked Queen, he hadn't expected to discover that she knew all the words to their hits, nor had he expected her to sing along so raucously. He was pleased he'd thought of suggesting this as a way of beginning to make up for the time they'd spent in 1913, and even more pleased that she was having such a good time. He slid his hand into hers and joined her in singing along. She flashed him a beaming smile, then squeezed his fingers without losing a beat.
* * * * * *
Using her phone, the Doctor is the one who calls Martha first (For whywastewords - Post S3, obviously!)
The phone rang at the other end and the Doctor paced the console room nervously, Martha's old phone pressed to his ear.
"Hello?"
His face broke into a smile at the sound of her voice. "Hello Martha Jones."
"Doctor? Is everything OK? Did - "
"Everything's fine, Martha Jones," he interrupted, not wanting her to panic. "I just rang to congratulate you, *Doctor* Jones."
Martha could hear the pride in his voice and relaxed slightly. "Thanks."
"Got any plans to celebrate?" he asked.
"No, I've only just found out."
"How about going to see that burst of starfire off the coast of Meta Sigmafolio? Followed by dinner at the restaurant of your choice?" When she didn't immediately answer, he added. "I promise I'll have you back an hour after we left."
"OK then."
He grinned at the eagerness in her voice. "I'll see you in five minutes Doctor Jones."
* * * * * *
Martha and the Doctor’s first chips (For jademacgrath)
"I don't know about you, but I'm ravenous after all that - how about some chips?"
Martha frowned. "Chips? Not exactly healthy eating, is it?"
"It won't hurt you, just this once," he said nudging her shoulder with his.
"Oh go on then." She did her best to sound reluctant, but anything to put off the inevitable moment when they went back to her flat and he left her. "You don't think we're a bit over-dressed to be buying chips?" she asked, taking in his tux.
"Nah." He grabbed her hand and led her across the street to a chip van. "You want salt and vinegar on yours?"
She shuddered. "No thank you."
He shrugged one shoulder and turned back to place their order, accepting two warm, greasy packages a few moments later. He handed one to her, then took her free hand in his again and led her into the nearby square, where they sat on a bench and ate, the Doctor waxing lyrical about chips he'd eaten in various places across the Universe, and Martha wondered how much persuading he'd need to let her continue travelling with him.
The Doctor watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering if she'd agree to continue travelling with him, or if Lazarus and the threat to her family would be the straw that broke the camel's back. Oh well, only one way to find out - but he wouldn't ask her until they were back at her flat - he wanted to be able to get away quickly if she turned him down.
* * * * * *
"Ouch! Don’t put that there!" (For padawanpooh)
"Ouch! Don't put that there!"
Jack looked down at Martha in surprise. "I thought you wanted me to put it there?"
"Yeah and now I've changed my mind."
"Changed your mind?" Jack asked incredulously. "This is a fine time to pick to change your mind!" Martha raised her eyebrows at him challengingly and he scowled. "Fine, I won't put it there. Women," he added under his breath.
"I *heard* that!" she exclaimed.
He looked chagrined, then bent and kissed her forehead. "So where do you want me to put it?" he asked.
"Back in the usual place," she answered.
Jack just managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he complied with her directions. "Better?" he asked.
"Much, thank you," she answered comfortably.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Martha/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: More of the Drabbles I've written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game that are to celebrate the Community reaching 1000 members. We've now passed the 300 Drabbles mark - and I've written almost 50 of them (?!)
~~~~~~
Martha cloud-watching with the Doctor (or whoever else) (For trinity_tragedy)
They lay on their backs in the red grass of Gallifrey, as recreated by the TARDIS, staring up at the clouds. "That one looks like a Judoon," the Doctor said, pointing.
Martha squinted as she followed his pointing finger. "So it does. Whereas that one," she pointed across him, "looks like a Cyberman."
"And that one's an Ood."
"An Ood?"
"An alien I've met a couple of times - they've got tentacles on their lower faces and they use a globe thing to talk to people." He shivered as remembered his first encounter with them and Martha shifted closer, putting her head and a hand on his chest. He lifted his right hand and began to play with her hair as he so often did to soothe himself.
* * * * * *
The TARDIS has a nightmare (For padawanpooh - Post S3)
Martha tossed and turned in her bed, trapped in a nightmare vision of a coral labyrinth filled with a harsh red light that somehow seemed familiar. Then a wall of flame erupted in front of her face and she felt her hair begin to singe as she turned away, only to be confronted by a masked figure brandishing a blowtorch in one hand and a welding gun in the other. A feeble golden glow flared briefly behind the figure, but it was sucked away again and the figure cackled manically - a laugh that Martha suddenly realised she knew. "NO!" she screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed, eyes full of tears.
"Martha. Martha!" An insistent voice called in her ear and a pair of strong hands grasped her shoulders. "It's OK Martha, it's OK. It was just a dream."
As she focused on the familiar brown eyes and rumpled hair of the Doctor, she found herself sobbing. "Oh god, Doctor! It was the TARDIS, the Master hurt her so much."
"I know, I know." He rubbed her back soothingly, wishing just this once that Martha hadn't developed such a strong bond with his ship. Bad enough that his ship was suffering from nightmares about being turned into a Paradox Machine, without his Companion suffering the same nightmares. "Come on, lie down again and I'll sing you both a lullaby." Martha lay down again and the Doctor stretched out beside her, pulling her into his arms as he began to sing an old lullaby from home.
* * * * * *
"Oh no, not again!" (For padawanpooh - Set in 1969)
"Oh no, not again!" Martha said in a tone of anguish that caught the Doctor's attention.
He stuck his head round the kitchen door. "What's the matter?"
"I've boiled the potatoes dry again," she said, trying not to cry. "Trying to do too many things at once."
"Why didn't you ask me to help?" he asked softly, walking in and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Because you're busy with your timey-wimey thing," she answered.
"Martha, I can take half an hour off to help you make dinner. You don't have to do this by yourself." He turned her round to face him and kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's go out and get some fish and chips."
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll make sure of that." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dried her eyes, then took her hand and they went out to the local chippie. Tomorrow he'd go to the betting shop and place a couple of judicious bets.
* * * * * *
Jack teaches Martha to swim (we’ve never seen her swim as far as I can remember) (For padawanpooh - Post S3)
Martha wrapped her arms around herself, trying not to shiver.
"Ready?" asked Jack from just behind her.
"No," she answered emphatically.
"Come on, you'll be OK. I'll look after you," he said, taking her small hand in his large one and leading her down the steps into the pool. They stood in the shallow end together, Martha holding the bar with one hand and Jack's hand with the other. "Just lean backwards and pick your feet up, and you'll float."
"I'm scared," she said quietly, feeling embarrassed to admit such a thing, even to Jack. That she, who had faced down the Master, should be afraid of learning to swim was pathetic, in her eyes.
"You'll be fine, I promise you." He pulled her into a hug. "Tell you what," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear and neck. "We'll do it another way." He leant back and pulled her back with him, his arms still wrapped around her and she found herself floating with him. She began to relax and Jack smiled to himself. He'd have her swimming yet.
* * * * * *
Martha reading fanfic (For puipui)
Martha sprawled across her bed, her laptop open in front of her, engrossed in her reading. The Doctor watched her for a moment from the doorway, then tiptoed across the room. He knelt down beside her bed, put on his glasses and peered at the screen.
"Oh Jean-Luc," moaned Beverley breathlessly.
Jean-Luc grunted as he thrust into her.
"Whatever is that?" demanded the Doctor, baffled.
Martha yelped in surprise, practically jumping off the bed. "Bloody hell Doctor, do you have to creep up on people?"
The Doctor continued to read the screen. "What *is* this?"
"Fanfiction," she answered.
He looked up at her face, peering at her over the top of his glasses. "What?"
"Fanfiction. Stories written by fans of a particular show or book, using the characters from the book or show."
He climbed up on the bed and sprawled beside her. "You'd better show me."
Martha pursed her lips thoughtfully. This situation had definite potential, she decided.
* * * * * *
Martha at a concert (For spiralsheep)
"No time for losers, 'cos we are the Champions OF THE WORLD," sang Martha at the top of her voice.
The Doctor grinned to himself. When he'd suggested taking Martha to a concert and she'd picked Queen, he hadn't expected to discover that she knew all the words to their hits, nor had he expected her to sing along so raucously. He was pleased he'd thought of suggesting this as a way of beginning to make up for the time they'd spent in 1913, and even more pleased that she was having such a good time. He slid his hand into hers and joined her in singing along. She flashed him a beaming smile, then squeezed his fingers without losing a beat.
* * * * * *
Using her phone, the Doctor is the one who calls Martha first (For whywastewords - Post S3, obviously!)
The phone rang at the other end and the Doctor paced the console room nervously, Martha's old phone pressed to his ear.
"Hello?"
His face broke into a smile at the sound of her voice. "Hello Martha Jones."
"Doctor? Is everything OK? Did - "
"Everything's fine, Martha Jones," he interrupted, not wanting her to panic. "I just rang to congratulate you, *Doctor* Jones."
Martha could hear the pride in his voice and relaxed slightly. "Thanks."
"Got any plans to celebrate?" he asked.
"No, I've only just found out."
"How about going to see that burst of starfire off the coast of Meta Sigmafolio? Followed by dinner at the restaurant of your choice?" When she didn't immediately answer, he added. "I promise I'll have you back an hour after we left."
"OK then."
He grinned at the eagerness in her voice. "I'll see you in five minutes Doctor Jones."
* * * * * *
Martha and the Doctor’s first chips (For jademacgrath)
"I don't know about you, but I'm ravenous after all that - how about some chips?"
Martha frowned. "Chips? Not exactly healthy eating, is it?"
"It won't hurt you, just this once," he said nudging her shoulder with his.
"Oh go on then." She did her best to sound reluctant, but anything to put off the inevitable moment when they went back to her flat and he left her. "You don't think we're a bit over-dressed to be buying chips?" she asked, taking in his tux.
"Nah." He grabbed her hand and led her across the street to a chip van. "You want salt and vinegar on yours?"
She shuddered. "No thank you."
He shrugged one shoulder and turned back to place their order, accepting two warm, greasy packages a few moments later. He handed one to her, then took her free hand in his again and led her into the nearby square, where they sat on a bench and ate, the Doctor waxing lyrical about chips he'd eaten in various places across the Universe, and Martha wondered how much persuading he'd need to let her continue travelling with him.
The Doctor watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering if she'd agree to continue travelling with him, or if Lazarus and the threat to her family would be the straw that broke the camel's back. Oh well, only one way to find out - but he wouldn't ask her until they were back at her flat - he wanted to be able to get away quickly if she turned him down.
* * * * * *
"Ouch! Don’t put that there!" (For padawanpooh)
"Ouch! Don't put that there!"
Jack looked down at Martha in surprise. "I thought you wanted me to put it there?"
"Yeah and now I've changed my mind."
"Changed your mind?" Jack asked incredulously. "This is a fine time to pick to change your mind!" Martha raised her eyebrows at him challengingly and he scowled. "Fine, I won't put it there. Women," he added under his breath.
"I *heard* that!" she exclaimed.
He looked chagrined, then bent and kissed her forehead. "So where do you want me to put it?" he asked.
"Back in the usual place," she answered.
Jack just managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he complied with her directions. "Better?" he asked.
"Much, thank you," she answered comfortably.