Mystery Tour of 1973 (fic) Chapter 5
Title: (Previously "Life on Mars?") Mystery Tour of 1973
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Parings: Sam/Martha
Rating: PG
Chapter: 5/?
Spoilers: Season 3 of Doctor Who and Season 2 of Life on Mars
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own these shows.
Author's Comment: My first try at a fanfiction. It's unbetaed and probably full of errors. Please comment, it makes me write more.
About: Martha gets a crush and a husband.
“Excuse me?” Martha shoved the piece of paper back in her pocket and rounded on Gene, deciding to take his comment as an insult.
“Sorry luv,” Gene said, “I’ll be waiting for you in the car then Dorothy. Who knows, maybe your insanity is catching!”
“And that’s why you are so terribly sane, Guv?” Sam bit back as Gene slammed the door behind him as he strode out.
Sam sighed and got out his clothes, placing them neatly on his bed. For some reason, as Martha observed, he was no longer looking unnerved by having a stranger who’d tried to kill him in his flat.
“I have a message for you,” she began.
He looked up expectantly, motioning for her to go into the kitchen, probably so he could get changed. She busied herself by making a cup of coffee.
“Yeah?”
“It’s from the Doctor. He said that you need to stay strong, and need to come back to 2007. Oh and that if you don’t anytime soon, you’d die in 1973 and 2007,” she paused, “I know it sounds like I’m a nutter, but it’s important,”
“He dies, you die,” Sam whispered in realisation, “Uh and how do I get back to the future then? Supposing you’re not nuts,”
“I don’t know actually, he sort of just dumped me here and left after giving me that message,”
“So you’re from the future too? And now you’re stranded?”
“I guess, I didn’t think of it like that. I was all a bit startled by the whole thing,”
“So what now? Even if I do find a way to get back, why would I want to do that when all I want is right here? Did this doctor say anything else?”
“Well actually it was Jack delivering the message. I... don’t know. I’m confused by the whole thing myself,” she sighed, before remembering, “Oh, he also said for me to stay around you as much as possible,”
“That makes the two of us. Why do you have to stay with me?”
“No bloody clue,” she poured the coffee into two clean mugs.
“Is that for me? Thanks” Sam came into the kitchen, starting to button his shirt up.
“Sure,” she picked up her own mug and held it in her hands, relishing in its steamy warmth, “And I’m sorry about earlier. You know, with the radio and cricket bat. I thought you were someone else. Someone who really, really looks like you,”
“That’s okay.”
“Okay?”
“I find nothing too surprising nowadays.” He sipped the coffee delicately as Gene barged in through the door again.
“Point taken,” she laughed. This man was defiantly nothing like the Master. He seemed kind, gentle and understanding.
“Oi lovebirds! You gonna swoon over each other all day? I don't know about you luv but Gladys and I have a job to do!”
Martha realised what this must look like. Finding his DI with a girl, and then finding them together in the kitchen; Sam’s top button’s undone, drinking coffee.
“Alright Guv. I was just discussing something with my wife,” Martha was aware of Sam suddenly wrapping his hand around her waist.
“Wife?” Gene didn’t sound as surprised as Martha felt, “Didn’t you say your name was Jones?”
“Uh, no, I said it was Martha-Joan,” Martha thought quickly, deciding to play along with Sam.
“Oh. Well bloody hurry up and get into the car! We ‘ave a murder on our ‘ands,”
“Murder? Why didn’t you say that before?”
“To tell you the truth I was a little surprised to see you here with a skirt,”
“Martha’s coming with me though. I want to discuss a few things with her, and regain a few more memories,”
“What? A skirt down at a murder scene?”
“Annie’s down there,”
“Right, well ‘urry up!”
“Of course, we wouldn’t want the dead body to run away before we get there, now do we?” Sam leant close to Martha, “Come on darling,”
Sam’s lips met hers for a peck, and she felt an electric tingle run down her spine. She breathed in as he pulled away and followed Gene out the door. Gathering her senses she followed him.
She sat in the back of the Ford Cortina with Sam, the front seat vacant, and did her seat belt up.
“You’re as bad as Samantha here,” Gene huffed and put the keys in the ignition.
Martha noticed Sam also had put his belt on. Sam looked undecided for a second, before putting his arm around her. She closed her eyes briefly, feeling his warmth and that electric tingle run through her again. This moment was broken as Gene put his foot down hard on the accelerator and swerved haphazardly onto the road.
“Could you slow down a tad?” she braced herself as Gene whipped around the corner. Even the TARDIS didn’t have as many G-forces as this.
“Whatcha gonna tell Annie? She’s not going to be too impressed,” Gene ignored her request.
Sam visibly winced. The look on his face told her that he hadn’t thought of that.
“I don’t know, Guv,”
“Who’s Annie?”
“His plonk.”
“His what?”
“Skirt.”
Martha looked at Sam for translation.
“Girlfriend.”
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Parings: Sam/Martha
Rating: PG
Chapter: 5/?
Spoilers: Season 3 of Doctor Who and Season 2 of Life on Mars
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own these shows.
Author's Comment: My first try at a fanfiction. It's unbetaed and probably full of errors. Please comment, it makes me write more.
About: Martha gets a crush and a husband.
“Excuse me?” Martha shoved the piece of paper back in her pocket and rounded on Gene, deciding to take his comment as an insult.
“Sorry luv,” Gene said, “I’ll be waiting for you in the car then Dorothy. Who knows, maybe your insanity is catching!”
“And that’s why you are so terribly sane, Guv?” Sam bit back as Gene slammed the door behind him as he strode out.
Sam sighed and got out his clothes, placing them neatly on his bed. For some reason, as Martha observed, he was no longer looking unnerved by having a stranger who’d tried to kill him in his flat.
“I have a message for you,” she began.
He looked up expectantly, motioning for her to go into the kitchen, probably so he could get changed. She busied herself by making a cup of coffee.
“Yeah?”
“It’s from the Doctor. He said that you need to stay strong, and need to come back to 2007. Oh and that if you don’t anytime soon, you’d die in 1973 and 2007,” she paused, “I know it sounds like I’m a nutter, but it’s important,”
“He dies, you die,” Sam whispered in realisation, “Uh and how do I get back to the future then? Supposing you’re not nuts,”
“I don’t know actually, he sort of just dumped me here and left after giving me that message,”
“So you’re from the future too? And now you’re stranded?”
“I guess, I didn’t think of it like that. I was all a bit startled by the whole thing,”
“So what now? Even if I do find a way to get back, why would I want to do that when all I want is right here? Did this doctor say anything else?”
“Well actually it was Jack delivering the message. I... don’t know. I’m confused by the whole thing myself,” she sighed, before remembering, “Oh, he also said for me to stay around you as much as possible,”
“That makes the two of us. Why do you have to stay with me?”
“No bloody clue,” she poured the coffee into two clean mugs.
“Is that for me? Thanks” Sam came into the kitchen, starting to button his shirt up.
“Sure,” she picked up her own mug and held it in her hands, relishing in its steamy warmth, “And I’m sorry about earlier. You know, with the radio and cricket bat. I thought you were someone else. Someone who really, really looks like you,”
“That’s okay.”
“Okay?”
“I find nothing too surprising nowadays.” He sipped the coffee delicately as Gene barged in through the door again.
“Point taken,” she laughed. This man was defiantly nothing like the Master. He seemed kind, gentle and understanding.
“Oi lovebirds! You gonna swoon over each other all day? I don't know about you luv but Gladys and I have a job to do!”
Martha realised what this must look like. Finding his DI with a girl, and then finding them together in the kitchen; Sam’s top button’s undone, drinking coffee.
“Alright Guv. I was just discussing something with my wife,” Martha was aware of Sam suddenly wrapping his hand around her waist.
“Wife?” Gene didn’t sound as surprised as Martha felt, “Didn’t you say your name was Jones?”
“Uh, no, I said it was Martha-Joan,” Martha thought quickly, deciding to play along with Sam.
“Oh. Well bloody hurry up and get into the car! We ‘ave a murder on our ‘ands,”
“Murder? Why didn’t you say that before?”
“To tell you the truth I was a little surprised to see you here with a skirt,”
“Martha’s coming with me though. I want to discuss a few things with her, and regain a few more memories,”
“What? A skirt down at a murder scene?”
“Annie’s down there,”
“Right, well ‘urry up!”
“Of course, we wouldn’t want the dead body to run away before we get there, now do we?” Sam leant close to Martha, “Come on darling,”
Sam’s lips met hers for a peck, and she felt an electric tingle run down her spine. She breathed in as he pulled away and followed Gene out the door. Gathering her senses she followed him.
She sat in the back of the Ford Cortina with Sam, the front seat vacant, and did her seat belt up.
“You’re as bad as Samantha here,” Gene huffed and put the keys in the ignition.
Martha noticed Sam also had put his belt on. Sam looked undecided for a second, before putting his arm around her. She closed her eyes briefly, feeling his warmth and that electric tingle run through her again. This moment was broken as Gene put his foot down hard on the accelerator and swerved haphazardly onto the road.
“Could you slow down a tad?” she braced herself as Gene whipped around the corner. Even the TARDIS didn’t have as many G-forces as this.
“Whatcha gonna tell Annie? She’s not going to be too impressed,” Gene ignored her request.
Sam visibly winced. The look on his face told her that he hadn’t thought of that.
“I don’t know, Guv,”
“Who’s Annie?”
“His plonk.”
“His what?”
“Skirt.”
Martha looked at Sam for translation.
“Girlfriend.”