1001 Whovian Nights Part 4
Title: 1001 Whovian Nights Part 4
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten, Donna, Ace, Tosh, Jack
Rating: U - NC-17
Spoilers: "The Last of the Time Lords", "Reset", "Dead Man Walking"
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: The fourth set of my Not-Drabbles written for ladymako71's 1001 Whovian Nights Drabble Fest. Go, join in - it's Classic and New Who - and if you want to cheer and/or offer prompts, do so here !
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Martha, Ace, courage (Year That Never Was) (For parrotfish)
Martha crouched amongst the bushes with the older woman, watching as the Master's spheres searched for them both.
"I still think you're mad," she muttered.
Ace pulled her sunglasses down her nose and peered at Martha over the top of them. "Says the woman who's walking the world in complete defiance of the Master," she observed wryly.
"Exactly, I'm walking the world. Not roaring around on a souped up motorbike, slinging cans of explosive at those spheres." She shook her head. "You've got more courage than I have."
Ace put a surprisingly gentle hand on her arm. "There's all kinds of courage, Martha. Mine's more bravado than anything. But yours - " She shook her own head in disbelief. "You're something else altogether, no wonder the Professor picked you."
"He didn't have much choice," Martha said with a shrug. "I was the only one who could easily get away from the Valiant."
"I didn't mean for this, I meant when he picked you to travel with him."
"Oh." Martha wasn't sure what to say to that, so she held her tongue.
After a pause, Ace spoke again. "You will succeed."
"How do you know?" asked Martha curiously, wondering if she was referring to a definite future she'd seen.
"Because I believe in you, and so do thousands of others. We believe you can defeat him - you just have to believe in yourself. You're stronger and braver than you realise." She glanced back out of the wood. "Come on, they've gone - let's get you to your next rendezvous before they come back."
An hour later, Ace pulled up outside the warehouse where Martha was meeting her next contact. "Take care of yourself," she told Martha, giving her a quick hug.
"Thanks Ace." Martha paused. "Thanks for everything."
"No problem. Now go and do what you came to do - and make sure you give the Professor a hug from me when you see him, OK?"
"OK." Martha watched her roar away, then pulled her TARDIS key out of her shirt and clutching it tightly in her left hand, eased open the warehouse door, looking for her contact. I am braver and stronger than I realise, she told herself. I have to believe in me.
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Clowns (For gylzgirl)
Martha sat with Donna and the Doctor watching in a mixture of amusement and disbelief as the three figures began to juggle custard pies.
"Why do I have the feeling this is going to end messily?" asked Martha quietly.
The Doctor leant closer and spoke in her ear. "Fancy joining in?"
Martha tried not to shiver at his breath tickling her ear. "I can't juggle."
"That's OK, you can be my pie tosser," he answered.
Martha looked at him, eyes wide. "Are you serious?" she asked. "You can juggle?"
He stood up, pulled off his coat, which Donna took, then held out his hand to Martha.
"Go on Martha," urged Donna. "If he misses, you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you got him covered in custard."
Martha giggled. "How can I refuse now?"
* * * * * *
Slimy (For gylzgirl Sequel to the preceding one)
Martha took the Doctor's hand and stepped down into the 'arena' where the clowns were practising. The clowns nodded to the pair, but continued their complicated juggling routine without pausing for a second. The Doctor walked across to the table piled high with custard pies and picked up two.
"Ready?" he asked.
Martha picked up two more. "Ready," she answered, a wide grin across her face.
"Just a gentle underarm toss, mind," the Doctor warned. "I've seen you when you're in a proper throwing mood. You've got to give me a fair chance."
Martha nodded, remembering the incident he mentioned. The three of them had been on Deneb III, trying to cross a mountain ridge and they'd got caught in a thunderstorm. They'd found themselves at the edge of a mud slide, and the Doctor, deciding that they were going to get muddy anyway, had started a mud fight. However, he hadn't anticipated that Martha had a very good aim and a strong right arm, and he'd come off rather the worst out of that encounter.
He began to toss the two pies he held and Martha tossed a third one to him, then a fourth, concentrating on getting her timing right.
"More?" she asked. He nodded, so she tossed him another one, then another. Unfortunately her aim or her timing was just slightly off with the next one and it hit one of the pies in the air and Martha watched in consternation as all seven pies rained down around the Doctor, plastering him in custard.
"Sorry!" she cried, then shrieked and ran as the Doctor moved to grab her, a manic grin on his face.
She could hear Donna's laughter as the Doctor chased her round the arena until he caught her and pulled her into a slimy hug, planting kisses across her face and smearing custard everywhere.
"Shower?" he asked, grinning wickedly.
She nodded, too breathless to answer.
* * * * * *
Wet (NC-17 For gylzgirl Sequel to the preceding one)
Martha was already in the shower when the Doctor joined her after getting them into the Vortex again.
"I hope you're right about the TARDIS being able to get that custard off our clothes," she said as he reached past her for the shower gel, his free hand caressing her back.
"Trust me, she'll have everything as good as new in no time." He began to briskly lather the shower gel onto his body, then stepped under the water and began to rinse. Martha reached out to stroke him and he growled, a sound she loved to hear, as he hardened in her hand. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her.
She sighed with pleasure as the Doctor drew a path down her body, kissing, licking and sucking as he moved from her mouth to her throat, then down to her breasts and belly as he knelt in front of her, before softly kissing her inner thighs. He drew his tongue in a circle around her entrance, savouring the scent of her arousal, before lapping delicately at her clit.
"Tease," she murmured and he lifted his head to grin at her, before lowering it and sliding his tongue into her moist heat, eliciting a quiet moan.
It still amazed Martha that she and the Doctor now had this relationship. When she'd joined him and Donna to travel full time aboard the TARDIS, she'd assumed everything would be much the same, apart from the presence of Donna, with whom she got on very well. She'd been very surprised when he'd come to her room that first night and made it quite clear that things weren't going to be the same between them.
She had worried that Donna would feel left out or uncomfortable, but the older woman had made it abundantly clear that she was happy for the two of them to get together. "Listen, if it stops him moping, so much the better. But I wish you luck girl, 'cos I reckon you'll need it - this one's high maintenance if you ask me."
"Stop thinking," the Doctor said, breaking in on her recollections as he looked up from between Martha's legs, the shower continuing to pour down his back. "Just feel." He slipped two fingers inside Martha and began to stroke her, then moved his mouth back to her clit and she quickly found she couldn't think at all as he brought her to a climax.
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Spoilers for "Reset" and "Dead Man Walking".
Tears (For gylzgirl)
After Jack had stopped Martha from doing the autopsy on Owen, she went to look for Tosh. Eventually she found her tucked away in a quiet corner near the Archives, tears still pouring down her face.
She approached cautiously, not sure how welcome she'd be. She and Tosh hadn't talked much yet and Owen had taken the bullet meant for Martha, so it wouldn't be surprising if Tosh resented her. But she couldn't ignore another person's grief.
Tosh looked up and immediately scrubbed at her eyes with a crumpled tissue. Martha pulled a small packet from her pocket and held it out.
"Here," she said softly.
"Thanks." Tosh's voice was a hoarse croak.
Martha settled beside the Japanese woman and tentatively put a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry."
Tosh looked at her. "It wasn't your fault," she said unconsciously leaning into Martha.
"I'm still sorry though." She put her arm around Tosh's shoulders. "Were you very close?"
"Not as close as I wanted, although just today he agreed we could go out, you know, go on a proper date."
"Oh Tosh!" Martha pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and murmuring nonsense words to her as she began to cry again.
When Tosh's tears subsided again, Martha suggested that they go and get some coffee and wait for Jack to come back, and Tosh agreed.
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Dead (For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Martha marched into Jack's office and shut the door firmly behind her. He looked up and opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't give him a chance.
"You're in big trouble," she informed him. "I'm going to have to send a report to UNIT about that Glove."
"Martha - "
"Listen to me Jack, you should be more responsible. You should know better than to mess about with such things, they're not toys, and you can't play games with people's lives."
"But - "
"Owen's dead, but walking around. Who knows how long he'll stay that way - it could be thirty minutes, it could be 30 years. You've given him a half-life. How is that better than no life at all?"
"Martha, I just - "
She cut him off again. "You'd better let me have the other glove, which Tosh tells me you've got locked away, and I'll take it back to UNIT HQ with me when I go." She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at him and he was suddenly reminded of the Doctor.
"Yes ma'am," he said quietly, looking down at his desk.
"I'm not pulling rank on you, well I suppose I am, but it's for a good reason. You know that, don't you Jack?" There was a hint of pleading in her tone now and he looked up quickly and nodded.
"You're my friend, one of the best friends I've got, but I cannot, in good conscience, leave that thing here with you, not after what the other one did to me and to Owen."
"I know."
"Good." She sat down abruptly, looking exhausted.
"Let me walk you back to your hotel," Jack said.
"OK."
He offered his arm and she accepted it, the stress and worry of the last 24 hours having suddenly caught up with her. They slipped out and Jack led her across the Plass to the hotel that Ianto had booked for her.
"Come up and have a drink with me?" Martha asked after she'd collected her keycard. He nodded and she smiled up at him as they took the lift up to her room.
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Friendship (No prompt, sequel to the previous one)
"What are you having?" asked Jack as he stood by the mini bar.
"Just tea for me," Martha answered as she sat on the bed to pull off her boots, then flopped backwards across it.
"Not coffee with chocolate sprinkles on top?" he asked, teasing her a little.
"Not now," she said without moving or opening her eyes. "I want to sleep, not be wired for the next few hours.
He didn't answer, but Martha heard him putting water in the kettle and assumed he was making her tea. A few minutes later she heard the kettle stop, then Jack put the cup and saucer on the bedside table.
"May I?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and saw he was waiting to sit on the bed. "Yes."
He put his whiskey miniature down beside her cup, then stretched out beside her, putting an arm across her middle.
"I've missed you," he said quietly.
"Missed you too," she answered.
"Did you mean it?" he asked.
She turned her head and looked at him. "Mean what?"
"About me being one of your best friends?"
"Of course. Thought you knew me well enough to know I say what I mean."
He rubbed his hand across her stomach and Martha reached down to clasp his hand.
"Jack," she said quietly.
"What?" he asked.
"I've got a boyfriend, and so have you."
"That doesn't stop me holding you, does it?"
"So long as that's all you're doing," Martha answered lightly. She rolled towards him and he used the opportunity to wrap his arms around her as she lay facing him.
"Scout's honour," he said, provoking a sleepy giggle. He watched fondly as her eyes closed, then opened, then closed again: he felt absurdly pleased when she fell asleep, still wrapped in his arms. He was slightly disappointed that she'd vetoed anything else, but it felt good to lie here with her and watch her sleeping. Martha's friendship was something he valued very highly and he hoped he'd never lose it.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten, Donna, Ace, Tosh, Jack
Rating: U - NC-17
Spoilers: "The Last of the Time Lords", "Reset", "Dead Man Walking"
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: The fourth set of my Not-Drabbles written for ladymako71's 1001 Whovian Nights Drabble Fest. Go, join in - it's Classic and New Who - and if you want to cheer and/or offer prompts, do so here !
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Martha, Ace, courage (Year That Never Was) (For parrotfish)
Martha crouched amongst the bushes with the older woman, watching as the Master's spheres searched for them both.
"I still think you're mad," she muttered.
Ace pulled her sunglasses down her nose and peered at Martha over the top of them. "Says the woman who's walking the world in complete defiance of the Master," she observed wryly.
"Exactly, I'm walking the world. Not roaring around on a souped up motorbike, slinging cans of explosive at those spheres." She shook her head. "You've got more courage than I have."
Ace put a surprisingly gentle hand on her arm. "There's all kinds of courage, Martha. Mine's more bravado than anything. But yours - " She shook her own head in disbelief. "You're something else altogether, no wonder the Professor picked you."
"He didn't have much choice," Martha said with a shrug. "I was the only one who could easily get away from the Valiant."
"I didn't mean for this, I meant when he picked you to travel with him."
"Oh." Martha wasn't sure what to say to that, so she held her tongue.
After a pause, Ace spoke again. "You will succeed."
"How do you know?" asked Martha curiously, wondering if she was referring to a definite future she'd seen.
"Because I believe in you, and so do thousands of others. We believe you can defeat him - you just have to believe in yourself. You're stronger and braver than you realise." She glanced back out of the wood. "Come on, they've gone - let's get you to your next rendezvous before they come back."
An hour later, Ace pulled up outside the warehouse where Martha was meeting her next contact. "Take care of yourself," she told Martha, giving her a quick hug.
"Thanks Ace." Martha paused. "Thanks for everything."
"No problem. Now go and do what you came to do - and make sure you give the Professor a hug from me when you see him, OK?"
"OK." Martha watched her roar away, then pulled her TARDIS key out of her shirt and clutching it tightly in her left hand, eased open the warehouse door, looking for her contact. I am braver and stronger than I realise, she told herself. I have to believe in me.
* * * * * *
Clowns (For gylzgirl)
Martha sat with Donna and the Doctor watching in a mixture of amusement and disbelief as the three figures began to juggle custard pies.
"Why do I have the feeling this is going to end messily?" asked Martha quietly.
The Doctor leant closer and spoke in her ear. "Fancy joining in?"
Martha tried not to shiver at his breath tickling her ear. "I can't juggle."
"That's OK, you can be my pie tosser," he answered.
Martha looked at him, eyes wide. "Are you serious?" she asked. "You can juggle?"
He stood up, pulled off his coat, which Donna took, then held out his hand to Martha.
"Go on Martha," urged Donna. "If he misses, you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you got him covered in custard."
Martha giggled. "How can I refuse now?"
* * * * * *
Slimy (For gylzgirl Sequel to the preceding one)
Martha took the Doctor's hand and stepped down into the 'arena' where the clowns were practising. The clowns nodded to the pair, but continued their complicated juggling routine without pausing for a second. The Doctor walked across to the table piled high with custard pies and picked up two.
"Ready?" he asked.
Martha picked up two more. "Ready," she answered, a wide grin across her face.
"Just a gentle underarm toss, mind," the Doctor warned. "I've seen you when you're in a proper throwing mood. You've got to give me a fair chance."
Martha nodded, remembering the incident he mentioned. The three of them had been on Deneb III, trying to cross a mountain ridge and they'd got caught in a thunderstorm. They'd found themselves at the edge of a mud slide, and the Doctor, deciding that they were going to get muddy anyway, had started a mud fight. However, he hadn't anticipated that Martha had a very good aim and a strong right arm, and he'd come off rather the worst out of that encounter.
He began to toss the two pies he held and Martha tossed a third one to him, then a fourth, concentrating on getting her timing right.
"More?" she asked. He nodded, so she tossed him another one, then another. Unfortunately her aim or her timing was just slightly off with the next one and it hit one of the pies in the air and Martha watched in consternation as all seven pies rained down around the Doctor, plastering him in custard.
"Sorry!" she cried, then shrieked and ran as the Doctor moved to grab her, a manic grin on his face.
She could hear Donna's laughter as the Doctor chased her round the arena until he caught her and pulled her into a slimy hug, planting kisses across her face and smearing custard everywhere.
"Shower?" he asked, grinning wickedly.
She nodded, too breathless to answer.
* * * * * *
Wet (NC-17 For gylzgirl Sequel to the preceding one)
Martha was already in the shower when the Doctor joined her after getting them into the Vortex again.
"I hope you're right about the TARDIS being able to get that custard off our clothes," she said as he reached past her for the shower gel, his free hand caressing her back.
"Trust me, she'll have everything as good as new in no time." He began to briskly lather the shower gel onto his body, then stepped under the water and began to rinse. Martha reached out to stroke him and he growled, a sound she loved to hear, as he hardened in her hand. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her.
She sighed with pleasure as the Doctor drew a path down her body, kissing, licking and sucking as he moved from her mouth to her throat, then down to her breasts and belly as he knelt in front of her, before softly kissing her inner thighs. He drew his tongue in a circle around her entrance, savouring the scent of her arousal, before lapping delicately at her clit.
"Tease," she murmured and he lifted his head to grin at her, before lowering it and sliding his tongue into her moist heat, eliciting a quiet moan.
It still amazed Martha that she and the Doctor now had this relationship. When she'd joined him and Donna to travel full time aboard the TARDIS, she'd assumed everything would be much the same, apart from the presence of Donna, with whom she got on very well. She'd been very surprised when he'd come to her room that first night and made it quite clear that things weren't going to be the same between them.
She had worried that Donna would feel left out or uncomfortable, but the older woman had made it abundantly clear that she was happy for the two of them to get together. "Listen, if it stops him moping, so much the better. But I wish you luck girl, 'cos I reckon you'll need it - this one's high maintenance if you ask me."
"Stop thinking," the Doctor said, breaking in on her recollections as he looked up from between Martha's legs, the shower continuing to pour down his back. "Just feel." He slipped two fingers inside Martha and began to stroke her, then moved his mouth back to her clit and she quickly found she couldn't think at all as he brought her to a climax.
* * * * * *
Spoilers for "Reset" and "Dead Man Walking".
Tears (For gylzgirl)
After Jack had stopped Martha from doing the autopsy on Owen, she went to look for Tosh. Eventually she found her tucked away in a quiet corner near the Archives, tears still pouring down her face.
She approached cautiously, not sure how welcome she'd be. She and Tosh hadn't talked much yet and Owen had taken the bullet meant for Martha, so it wouldn't be surprising if Tosh resented her. But she couldn't ignore another person's grief.
Tosh looked up and immediately scrubbed at her eyes with a crumpled tissue. Martha pulled a small packet from her pocket and held it out.
"Here," she said softly.
"Thanks." Tosh's voice was a hoarse croak.
Martha settled beside the Japanese woman and tentatively put a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry."
Tosh looked at her. "It wasn't your fault," she said unconsciously leaning into Martha.
"I'm still sorry though." She put her arm around Tosh's shoulders. "Were you very close?"
"Not as close as I wanted, although just today he agreed we could go out, you know, go on a proper date."
"Oh Tosh!" Martha pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and murmuring nonsense words to her as she began to cry again.
When Tosh's tears subsided again, Martha suggested that they go and get some coffee and wait for Jack to come back, and Tosh agreed.
* * * * * *
Dead (For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Martha marched into Jack's office and shut the door firmly behind her. He looked up and opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't give him a chance.
"You're in big trouble," she informed him. "I'm going to have to send a report to UNIT about that Glove."
"Martha - "
"Listen to me Jack, you should be more responsible. You should know better than to mess about with such things, they're not toys, and you can't play games with people's lives."
"But - "
"Owen's dead, but walking around. Who knows how long he'll stay that way - it could be thirty minutes, it could be 30 years. You've given him a half-life. How is that better than no life at all?"
"Martha, I just - "
She cut him off again. "You'd better let me have the other glove, which Tosh tells me you've got locked away, and I'll take it back to UNIT HQ with me when I go." She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at him and he was suddenly reminded of the Doctor.
"Yes ma'am," he said quietly, looking down at his desk.
"I'm not pulling rank on you, well I suppose I am, but it's for a good reason. You know that, don't you Jack?" There was a hint of pleading in her tone now and he looked up quickly and nodded.
"You're my friend, one of the best friends I've got, but I cannot, in good conscience, leave that thing here with you, not after what the other one did to me and to Owen."
"I know."
"Good." She sat down abruptly, looking exhausted.
"Let me walk you back to your hotel," Jack said.
"OK."
He offered his arm and she accepted it, the stress and worry of the last 24 hours having suddenly caught up with her. They slipped out and Jack led her across the Plass to the hotel that Ianto had booked for her.
"Come up and have a drink with me?" Martha asked after she'd collected her keycard. He nodded and she smiled up at him as they took the lift up to her room.
* * * * * *
Friendship (No prompt, sequel to the previous one)
"What are you having?" asked Jack as he stood by the mini bar.
"Just tea for me," Martha answered as she sat on the bed to pull off her boots, then flopped backwards across it.
"Not coffee with chocolate sprinkles on top?" he asked, teasing her a little.
"Not now," she said without moving or opening her eyes. "I want to sleep, not be wired for the next few hours.
He didn't answer, but Martha heard him putting water in the kettle and assumed he was making her tea. A few minutes later she heard the kettle stop, then Jack put the cup and saucer on the bedside table.
"May I?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and saw he was waiting to sit on the bed. "Yes."
He put his whiskey miniature down beside her cup, then stretched out beside her, putting an arm across her middle.
"I've missed you," he said quietly.
"Missed you too," she answered.
"Did you mean it?" he asked.
She turned her head and looked at him. "Mean what?"
"About me being one of your best friends?"
"Of course. Thought you knew me well enough to know I say what I mean."
He rubbed his hand across her stomach and Martha reached down to clasp his hand.
"Jack," she said quietly.
"What?" he asked.
"I've got a boyfriend, and so have you."
"That doesn't stop me holding you, does it?"
"So long as that's all you're doing," Martha answered lightly. She rolled towards him and he used the opportunity to wrap his arms around her as she lay facing him.
"Scout's honour," he said, provoking a sleepy giggle. He watched fondly as her eyes closed, then opened, then closed again: he felt absurdly pleased when she fell asleep, still wrapped in his arms. He was slightly disappointed that she'd vetoed anything else, but it felt good to lie here with her and watch her sleeping. Martha's friendship was something he valued very highly and he hoped he'd never lose it.