Song
Title: Song
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: Gridlock, Planet of the Ood
Summary: There's a lot on the Doctor's mind.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Blimey, Season 4 is echoing Season 3 in all sorts of (occasionally subtle) ways…
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The Doctor followed Donna back into the TARDIS and headed for the console, the song of the Ood still ringing through his head and filling his mind with the joy of freedom from their terrible captivity.
When Donna told him that she was going to get something to eat and some coffee, he gave her a distracted nod; his hands were busy with setting the controls to take them away from the Ood Sphere, but his mind was still filled with the song.
The TARDIS moved into the Time Vortex and the Doctor settled on the Captain's chair, thinking over recent events. He wondered again about Ood Sigma's comment about his song ending; it was a rather ambiguous comment, like several others that had been made to him recently.
He sat up straighter, suddenly remembering the Face of Boe's cryptic message, back in New New York: that hadn't turned out very well in the end. He winced inwardly as he registered how much of an understatement that was and his thoughts flew to Martha again. By the time they'd landed on New Earth, he'd already realised that she was a very determined person, but that day in the alley, after they'd freed the people trapped on the motorway, had brought it home to him even more emphatically.
He closed his eyes, picturing her sitting on that dilapidated chair, arms folded and a look of stubborn determination on her face as she insisted that he explain what the Face of Boe's message meant.
He'd intended to refuse her request: he was capable of being just as stubborn as one small human woman, more than capable in fact. Then they'd caught the sound of singing, the voices soaring as the city sang of its freedom from the motorway, and the look on Martha's face as she'd lifted her head and listened had been enough to snap his resolve. He'd realised he owed her a lot, despite the fact they'd only been travelling together for a short time, so he'd sat down and talked until he was hoarse.
Martha had listened with rapt attention, drinking in his words, and when darkness had fallen and he'd suggested they return to the TARDIS, she'd slipped her hand into his and squeezed his fingers in a way that conveyed her intense sympathy for his situation. He'd squeezed back, feeling lighter than he had at any time since the end of the Time War, and he had realised then that Martha Jones could ask him anything and he'd probably tell her whatever she wanted to know.
He opened his eyes, smiling in remembrance, then jumped as the mobile phone she'd given him rang, and his hearts leapt with anticipation that this was her long-awaited call.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: Gridlock, Planet of the Ood
Summary: There's a lot on the Doctor's mind.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Blimey, Season 4 is echoing Season 3 in all sorts of (occasionally subtle) ways…
~~~~~~
The Doctor followed Donna back into the TARDIS and headed for the console, the song of the Ood still ringing through his head and filling his mind with the joy of freedom from their terrible captivity.
When Donna told him that she was going to get something to eat and some coffee, he gave her a distracted nod; his hands were busy with setting the controls to take them away from the Ood Sphere, but his mind was still filled with the song.
The TARDIS moved into the Time Vortex and the Doctor settled on the Captain's chair, thinking over recent events. He wondered again about Ood Sigma's comment about his song ending; it was a rather ambiguous comment, like several others that had been made to him recently.
He sat up straighter, suddenly remembering the Face of Boe's cryptic message, back in New New York: that hadn't turned out very well in the end. He winced inwardly as he registered how much of an understatement that was and his thoughts flew to Martha again. By the time they'd landed on New Earth, he'd already realised that she was a very determined person, but that day in the alley, after they'd freed the people trapped on the motorway, had brought it home to him even more emphatically.
He closed his eyes, picturing her sitting on that dilapidated chair, arms folded and a look of stubborn determination on her face as she insisted that he explain what the Face of Boe's message meant.
He'd intended to refuse her request: he was capable of being just as stubborn as one small human woman, more than capable in fact. Then they'd caught the sound of singing, the voices soaring as the city sang of its freedom from the motorway, and the look on Martha's face as she'd lifted her head and listened had been enough to snap his resolve. He'd realised he owed her a lot, despite the fact they'd only been travelling together for a short time, so he'd sat down and talked until he was hoarse.
Martha had listened with rapt attention, drinking in his words, and when darkness had fallen and he'd suggested they return to the TARDIS, she'd slipped her hand into his and squeezed his fingers in a way that conveyed her intense sympathy for his situation. He'd squeezed back, feeling lighter than he had at any time since the end of the Time War, and he had realised then that Martha Jones could ask him anything and he'd probably tell her whatever she wanted to know.
He opened his eyes, smiling in remembrance, then jumped as the mobile phone she'd given him rang, and his hearts leapt with anticipation that this was her long-awaited call.