Drabbles of Fic Part 9
Title: Drabbles of Fic Part 9
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Jack, TARDIS
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
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. Am I allowed to have favourites amongst my own drabbles?? If so, my favourites are the first three of these.
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"And you're shining like the brightest star/a transmission on the midnight radio" ("Midnight Radio" - Hedvig and the Angry Inch) (Song Prompt fic for pimpmytardis)
Rain falls hard, but it burns dry in the heat from the fires of devastation that have wracked the city. A lone figure, slender and dressed in black, makes its way through the streets, not pausing, not turning aside. Tears make silent tracks down a soot-smudged face, but there is no one to see, no one to hear the soft sobs that occasionally escape from lips pressed tight.
There is one person who's aware of Martha Jones' presence in Paris; for him she shines like the brightest star - and he's seen millions of stars; for him she's like a transmission heard on the radio at midnight when everything is still and silent. He may look like an old man in a wheelchair, but his mind is sharp and alive, fully tuned in to the Master's Archangel system, and the Doctor watches her, whilst appearing to doze through the days until the Master's countdown begins, and his pride in his Companion knows no bounds.
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The TARDIS misses Martha (For padawanpooh)
"Ow!" the Doctor yelped, then sucked on his electric-shocked fingers for a few moments whilst glaring at the TARDIS console. "Would you *stop* doing that? It *hurts*!" The TARDIS hummed and the lights flickered in the equivalent of a smirk. "Look, I've already apologised 15 times for the business with the Titanic! It's not my fault my former self distracted me so much I forgot to put the shields back up!" The lights flared again and the hum took on a different note. "Oh so you're not still sulking about that? Why are you still shocking me then?" A familiar scent filled his nose and his face took on a softer look. "I know, old girl, I miss Martha too, but she chose to go." Sparks leapt from the console again and the Doctor felt relieved his hands were shoved in his trouser pockets at the moment. "What do you want me to do?" he asked his ship. The monitor on the console lit up and images flashed up rapidly. The Doctor pulled out his glasses and put them on, then looked at the screen. "Flowers, chocolates and dinner?" he asked. "Do you think that would work?" The TARDIS' hum took on a more positive note. "Well it's worth a shot, I guess. And if that doesn't work, I'll tell her you're trying to force me into regenerating - perhaps that would persuade her?" He leapt backwards as more sparks flew. "OK, OK! I'm sorry. I'll apologise and tell her the truth, that we both miss her and want her back. I can't do any more than that." The TARDIS hummed happily as the Doctor set the co-ordinates for Martha's street.
* * * * * *
Martha has an allergy (For padawanpooh)
Martha lay curled up in bed, feeling sick and miserable. She'd discovered the hard way that she was allergic to the parchita of Granadilla Prime, and now she was doped up on anti-allergens that the Doctor had given her, and wishing she'd avoided the luscious looking purple fruits their hosts had offered them. Martha felt the bed dip and lifted her head from her pillow to see the Doctor looking sympathetically at her. He brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead, then stroked his thumb along her cheekbone.
"My poor girl," he said softly. "Shall I read to you?" She nodded, so he pulled off his Converse and swung himself round to lie beside her, gently pulling her close until her head rested on his chest. Then he put his glasses on, opened the book he'd brought and began to read:
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year…
and Martha smiled as she closed her eyes and listened.
* * * * * *
Ayo Technology : 50 Cent, feat. Justin Timberlake and Timberland (NC-17) (Song Prompt for rebecca_bougan)
The Doctor sat in a corner watching mesmerised as Martha Jones danced the night away. They'd arrived on Tanz just in time for the Crown Prince's wedding, and he just happened to be a big fan of 21st century pop music. They'd attended the wedding which had been a sedate affair and the Doctor had been feeling fairly relaxed until Martha started dancing; he'd never seen her so carefree, or so desirable. He'd previously heard the phrase "dirty dancing" without knowing what it meant, but he had a fair idea now. He listened for a moment to the song that was playing, watching Martha all the while
Look at the way she shakin', shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face
and reflected that the words were very appropriate.
Finally the song finished and Martha eeled her way through the crowd and crossed to the Doctor's side. She grabbed her glass and downed half her drink, eyeing the Doctor with her head on one side as she drank. Someone jostled her as they passed and he grabbed her, pulling her to stand between his knees and she felt the tension in his body. His eyes looked darker than usual and there was a bead of sweat on his forehead. Good! she thought, knowing he wasn't unaffected by her recent performance.
"We're going," he growled, standing up and tugging her to follow him, which made her smirk. He hurried her back to the TARDIS and as soon as they were inside, he pushed her up against the doors and began to kiss her hungrily, pressing his body against hers and she mentally thanked the Crown Prince for his taste in music.
* * * * * *
Martha plays with the Doctor's sonic screwdriver NC-17 (For burnzitt - Sequel to my earlier Not-Drabble "Funny, it was there the last time I looked.")
Martha undressed, then lay on her bed, the purloined Sonic in her hand. She was sure the Doctor would be horrified if he found out what she was up to with his beloved Sonic, but as she had no intentions of telling him, that didn't matter. She switched the Sonic on, then closed her eyes and pictured the Doctor, mentally undressing him as the Sonic buzzed and vibrated against her skin. She imagined him lying between her legs, putting that oral fixation and those long, slender fingers of his to good use. She felt the coil of pleasure in her belly tightening, then her orgasm rushed through her, leaving her relaxed.
The next moment lips ghosted across her thigh and a husky voice spoke close by. "So that's where my Sonic Screwdriver went."
* * * * * *
Never Kiss and Tell NC-17 (Sequel (with permission AND encouragement) to "Sarah Jane gives tips on Not Taking the Doctor's Crap." by nonelvis which ended:
"Oh, I figured that out eventually," Martha replied, grinning. "But a girl never kisses and tells, does she?"
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Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows, but let the comment pass and went back to her search of UNIT's online archive. Martha closed her eyes and let her memory drift back to the blazing row she'd had with the Doctor a few weeks ago, and the way it had changed their relationship for the better.
He'd egged on some aliens in their attempts to kill him, and after they'd got back to the TARDIS safely, she'd finally lost her temper and told him exactly what she thought of him. Instead of being angry, as she'd expected, he'd grabbed her and kissed her, which had led to her losing her temper all over again. Then she'd kissed him and they'd ended up having fantastic "make-up" sex. Afterwards he'd finally admitted how he really felt about her and things had been much better between them.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Jack, TARDIS
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
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. Am I allowed to have favourites amongst my own drabbles?? If so, my favourites are the first three of these.
~~~~~~
"And you're shining like the brightest star/a transmission on the midnight radio" ("Midnight Radio" - Hedvig and the Angry Inch) (Song Prompt fic for pimpmytardis)
Rain falls hard, but it burns dry in the heat from the fires of devastation that have wracked the city. A lone figure, slender and dressed in black, makes its way through the streets, not pausing, not turning aside. Tears make silent tracks down a soot-smudged face, but there is no one to see, no one to hear the soft sobs that occasionally escape from lips pressed tight.
There is one person who's aware of Martha Jones' presence in Paris; for him she shines like the brightest star - and he's seen millions of stars; for him she's like a transmission heard on the radio at midnight when everything is still and silent. He may look like an old man in a wheelchair, but his mind is sharp and alive, fully tuned in to the Master's Archangel system, and the Doctor watches her, whilst appearing to doze through the days until the Master's countdown begins, and his pride in his Companion knows no bounds.
* * * * * *
The TARDIS misses Martha (For padawanpooh)
"Ow!" the Doctor yelped, then sucked on his electric-shocked fingers for a few moments whilst glaring at the TARDIS console. "Would you *stop* doing that? It *hurts*!" The TARDIS hummed and the lights flickered in the equivalent of a smirk. "Look, I've already apologised 15 times for the business with the Titanic! It's not my fault my former self distracted me so much I forgot to put the shields back up!" The lights flared again and the hum took on a different note. "Oh so you're not still sulking about that? Why are you still shocking me then?" A familiar scent filled his nose and his face took on a softer look. "I know, old girl, I miss Martha too, but she chose to go." Sparks leapt from the console again and the Doctor felt relieved his hands were shoved in his trouser pockets at the moment. "What do you want me to do?" he asked his ship. The monitor on the console lit up and images flashed up rapidly. The Doctor pulled out his glasses and put them on, then looked at the screen. "Flowers, chocolates and dinner?" he asked. "Do you think that would work?" The TARDIS' hum took on a more positive note. "Well it's worth a shot, I guess. And if that doesn't work, I'll tell her you're trying to force me into regenerating - perhaps that would persuade her?" He leapt backwards as more sparks flew. "OK, OK! I'm sorry. I'll apologise and tell her the truth, that we both miss her and want her back. I can't do any more than that." The TARDIS hummed happily as the Doctor set the co-ordinates for Martha's street.
* * * * * *
Martha has an allergy (For padawanpooh)
Martha lay curled up in bed, feeling sick and miserable. She'd discovered the hard way that she was allergic to the parchita of Granadilla Prime, and now she was doped up on anti-allergens that the Doctor had given her, and wishing she'd avoided the luscious looking purple fruits their hosts had offered them. Martha felt the bed dip and lifted her head from her pillow to see the Doctor looking sympathetically at her. He brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead, then stroked his thumb along her cheekbone.
"My poor girl," he said softly. "Shall I read to you?" She nodded, so he pulled off his Converse and swung himself round to lie beside her, gently pulling her close until her head rested on his chest. Then he put his glasses on, opened the book he'd brought and began to read:
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year…
and Martha smiled as she closed her eyes and listened.
* * * * * *
Ayo Technology : 50 Cent, feat. Justin Timberlake and Timberland (NC-17) (Song Prompt for rebecca_bougan)
The Doctor sat in a corner watching mesmerised as Martha Jones danced the night away. They'd arrived on Tanz just in time for the Crown Prince's wedding, and he just happened to be a big fan of 21st century pop music. They'd attended the wedding which had been a sedate affair and the Doctor had been feeling fairly relaxed until Martha started dancing; he'd never seen her so carefree, or so desirable. He'd previously heard the phrase "dirty dancing" without knowing what it meant, but he had a fair idea now. He listened for a moment to the song that was playing, watching Martha all the while
Look at the way she shakin', shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face
and reflected that the words were very appropriate.
Finally the song finished and Martha eeled her way through the crowd and crossed to the Doctor's side. She grabbed her glass and downed half her drink, eyeing the Doctor with her head on one side as she drank. Someone jostled her as they passed and he grabbed her, pulling her to stand between his knees and she felt the tension in his body. His eyes looked darker than usual and there was a bead of sweat on his forehead. Good! she thought, knowing he wasn't unaffected by her recent performance.
"We're going," he growled, standing up and tugging her to follow him, which made her smirk. He hurried her back to the TARDIS and as soon as they were inside, he pushed her up against the doors and began to kiss her hungrily, pressing his body against hers and she mentally thanked the Crown Prince for his taste in music.
* * * * * *
Martha plays with the Doctor's sonic screwdriver NC-17 (For burnzitt - Sequel to my earlier Not-Drabble "Funny, it was there the last time I looked.")
Martha undressed, then lay on her bed, the purloined Sonic in her hand. She was sure the Doctor would be horrified if he found out what she was up to with his beloved Sonic, but as she had no intentions of telling him, that didn't matter. She switched the Sonic on, then closed her eyes and pictured the Doctor, mentally undressing him as the Sonic buzzed and vibrated against her skin. She imagined him lying between her legs, putting that oral fixation and those long, slender fingers of his to good use. She felt the coil of pleasure in her belly tightening, then her orgasm rushed through her, leaving her relaxed.
The next moment lips ghosted across her thigh and a husky voice spoke close by. "So that's where my Sonic Screwdriver went."
* * * * * *
Never Kiss and Tell NC-17 (Sequel (with permission AND encouragement) to "Sarah Jane gives tips on Not Taking the Doctor's Crap." by nonelvis which ended:
"Oh, I figured that out eventually," Martha replied, grinning. "But a girl never kisses and tells, does she?"
~~~~~~
Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows, but let the comment pass and went back to her search of UNIT's online archive. Martha closed her eyes and let her memory drift back to the blazing row she'd had with the Doctor a few weeks ago, and the way it had changed their relationship for the better.
He'd egged on some aliens in their attempts to kill him, and after they'd got back to the TARDIS safely, she'd finally lost her temper and told him exactly what she thought of him. Instead of being angry, as she'd expected, he'd grabbed her and kissed her, which had led to her losing her temper all over again. Then she'd kissed him and they'd ended up having fantastic "make-up" sex. Afterwards he'd finally admitted how he really felt about her and things had been much better between them.