The Long Scarf
Title: The Long Scarf
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha, Fourth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: Yet another of the long Not-Drabbles I've written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game. This one is a sequel to madelf's Martha and Four Drabble. I came to the conclusion some time ago that Martha mesmerises everyone she meets, so if the Fourth Doctor seems a little OOC - put it down to her effect on him!
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"Not really," Martha says, taking the hand and noticing immediately that it's cooler than she would expect. She only knows one person with hands that cold and she stares at this man, wondering if he's from her past or her future.
"Are you OK?" he asks in some concern, noticing the way she's looking at him. There's something about her that catches his attention, besides her beauty - he thinks it's the way he can practically see her brain whirring.
"You're him, aren't you?" Martha asks, slightly breathless.
"Him?"
"The Doctor."
He looks at her in surprise. "We haven't met before, have we?"
"Not personally. I know the Doctor though." She's aware that she's still holding his hand - and that he's not attempted to pull it away yet, and she realises that it feels good to be holding his hand, even though he's not her Doctor, because somehow it feels comfortable and right.
"Really? Why don't you come and tell me all about it?" he says, eyes twinkling and she thinks Why not? even though she knows there are things she can't tell him. She allows him to put his arm around her shoulders, trailing the scarf with it, and lead her to his TARDIS. And she feels even more breathless, and dizzy with it when she walks into the familiar blue box.
The Doctor takes her to the kitchen and makes tea, and they talk but the conversation is a blur for Martha, because she's so overwhelmed with being here, back in the TARDIS, and he's looking right at her - so different from the Doctor she knows, and yet he hasn't changed in many respects. He's charming and flirtatious, and she begins to feel mesmerised by him and worries that she may have lost her head and told him too much, though in fact she's hardly told him anything.
He's very impressed by her - the fact that she hasn't lost her head, though he's deliberately charming her, testing her almost. She reminds him of Sarah Jane, with her quick wit and sharp intelligence, but she's her own woman and he finds himself unsurprised that his future self is drawn to this Doctor Jones. He likes the way her eyes light up and her lips part when she's excited, and her intelligence and eagerness make him feel young again.
"Would you like a look around?" he asks suddenly, surprising himself as much as her.
"Is that OK?" Martha asks anxiously, but he can see she's excited by the idea and he tries not to stare when he notices she's breathing heavily.
"I should think so," he answers, standing and holding out his hand. She accepts it, and isn't surprised when his arm goes around her shoulders again, complete with a portion of scarf.
"What's with the scarf anyway?" Martha asks curiously.
"It was knitted for me by Nostradamus' wife," he says. "She got a little carried away. Do you like it?"
Martha shrugs a little. "It's a bit long," she observes.
"But that can be very useful sometimes," he tells her as he opens a door and gestures for her to enter.
"Where are we?" she asks, looking around the rather opulent bedroom.
"Oh, um, actually this is my room," he says, blushing a little. "My feet must have been on autopilot."
She gives him a sceptical look and he remembers that she told him earlier that she's a psychiatrist, and he knows she knows about Freudian slips. But the important thing, he decides, is that she doesn't seem horrified and she isn't running away, instead she's looking around with open interest.
"Is this bed as comfortable as it looks?" she asks, and suddenly he feels breathless.
"There's one way to find out," he says, scooping her up into his arms and dropping her into the middle of the bed. She giggles and he feels a rush of blood at the sound. He kneels on the bed beside her and looks into her eyes. He sees interest there so he leans forward and kisses her gently. Immediately Martha wraps an arm around his neck, holding him steady as she kisses him back rather less gently.
"So this scarf of yours," she says when she finally pulls away, "do you use it to tie people up?"
"Doctor Jones, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" he asks with a grin and she raises one eyebrow at him.
"What do you think?" she asks.
"I think I like you rather a lot," he says as he starts to unwind his ridiculously long scarf, pooling it on the bed between them.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha, Fourth Doctor
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: Yet another of the long Not-Drabbles I've written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game. This one is a sequel to madelf's Martha and Four Drabble. I came to the conclusion some time ago that Martha mesmerises everyone she meets, so if the Fourth Doctor seems a little OOC - put it down to her effect on him!
~~~~~~
"Not really," Martha says, taking the hand and noticing immediately that it's cooler than she would expect. She only knows one person with hands that cold and she stares at this man, wondering if he's from her past or her future.
"Are you OK?" he asks in some concern, noticing the way she's looking at him. There's something about her that catches his attention, besides her beauty - he thinks it's the way he can practically see her brain whirring.
"You're him, aren't you?" Martha asks, slightly breathless.
"Him?"
"The Doctor."
He looks at her in surprise. "We haven't met before, have we?"
"Not personally. I know the Doctor though." She's aware that she's still holding his hand - and that he's not attempted to pull it away yet, and she realises that it feels good to be holding his hand, even though he's not her Doctor, because somehow it feels comfortable and right.
"Really? Why don't you come and tell me all about it?" he says, eyes twinkling and she thinks Why not? even though she knows there are things she can't tell him. She allows him to put his arm around her shoulders, trailing the scarf with it, and lead her to his TARDIS. And she feels even more breathless, and dizzy with it when she walks into the familiar blue box.
The Doctor takes her to the kitchen and makes tea, and they talk but the conversation is a blur for Martha, because she's so overwhelmed with being here, back in the TARDIS, and he's looking right at her - so different from the Doctor she knows, and yet he hasn't changed in many respects. He's charming and flirtatious, and she begins to feel mesmerised by him and worries that she may have lost her head and told him too much, though in fact she's hardly told him anything.
He's very impressed by her - the fact that she hasn't lost her head, though he's deliberately charming her, testing her almost. She reminds him of Sarah Jane, with her quick wit and sharp intelligence, but she's her own woman and he finds himself unsurprised that his future self is drawn to this Doctor Jones. He likes the way her eyes light up and her lips part when she's excited, and her intelligence and eagerness make him feel young again.
"Would you like a look around?" he asks suddenly, surprising himself as much as her.
"Is that OK?" Martha asks anxiously, but he can see she's excited by the idea and he tries not to stare when he notices she's breathing heavily.
"I should think so," he answers, standing and holding out his hand. She accepts it, and isn't surprised when his arm goes around her shoulders again, complete with a portion of scarf.
"What's with the scarf anyway?" Martha asks curiously.
"It was knitted for me by Nostradamus' wife," he says. "She got a little carried away. Do you like it?"
Martha shrugs a little. "It's a bit long," she observes.
"But that can be very useful sometimes," he tells her as he opens a door and gestures for her to enter.
"Where are we?" she asks, looking around the rather opulent bedroom.
"Oh, um, actually this is my room," he says, blushing a little. "My feet must have been on autopilot."
She gives him a sceptical look and he remembers that she told him earlier that she's a psychiatrist, and he knows she knows about Freudian slips. But the important thing, he decides, is that she doesn't seem horrified and she isn't running away, instead she's looking around with open interest.
"Is this bed as comfortable as it looks?" she asks, and suddenly he feels breathless.
"There's one way to find out," he says, scooping her up into his arms and dropping her into the middle of the bed. She giggles and he feels a rush of blood at the sound. He kneels on the bed beside her and looks into her eyes. He sees interest there so he leans forward and kisses her gently. Immediately Martha wraps an arm around his neck, holding him steady as she kisses him back rather less gently.
"So this scarf of yours," she says when she finally pulls away, "do you use it to tie people up?"
"Doctor Jones, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" he asks with a grin and she raises one eyebrow at him.
"What do you think?" she asks.
"I think I like you rather a lot," he says as he starts to unwind his ridiculously long scarf, pooling it on the bed between them.