Mystery Tour of 1973 (fic) Chapter 8
Title: (Previously "Life on Mars?") Mystery Tour of 1973
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Parings: Martha/Sam...ish
Rating: PG
Chapter: 8/?
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. The BBC, Kudos does.
Author's Comment: My first try at a fanfiction. It's unbetaed and probably full of errors. Please comment, it makes me write. This is just a bit of a babble, not too much plot in this chapter, just mainly getting Martha and Sam out of the pit they fell in (not literally). Really a basically usless, plotless chapter. A big thank you to Wajoma for thinking up a new title for the story!
About: Sam and Martha chat over lunch, then Martha speaks to Annie about Sam.
“Can I have a word?” Martha asked as she sat down next to Sam in the Cafeteria.
She was off the hook, as Gene decided to take her alibi seriously. That as well as the coroner had mentioned that the attacker was probably someone tall, about 6ft, and strong.
“Sure,” Sam replied, squeezing some tomato sauce on the rather soggy chips.
“Why did you say I was your wife? And how come this lot accept it so easily?” her voice lowered, so no one could eaves-drop.
“It was the first thing that popped into my mind. Sorry. And everyone thinks I had amnesia from the car crash. So I assume that they think that my amnesia covered you. Besides, everyone thinks I’m crazy.”
Martha pinched a chip from his pile, grinning playfully. Sam felt a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and batted her hand away, teasing.
“Oi! Who said you could have one?”
“So, what’s your story? Shed some light, perhaps?”
“Basically, I was hit by a car in 2006, woke up in 1973, and all the while I was in 1973 I got the occasional voice and image from a 2006 hospital, like I was in a coma. Spent most of my time trying to get back to 2006, then when I did, I wanted to go back to 1973. The people here; and Annie, I couldn’t just leave them. I grew too attached. 2007, which it was by the time I got back, was so boring and sterile. So I jumped off the station’s roof and woke back up here.”
“You jumped? What, just like that?”
“Yup.”
Sam watched Martha’s puzzled face, amused. She appeared not to have any more of an idea of what was going on than he did.
“I don’t remember any rifts in Manchester, maybe you fell into a Temporal Shift. They can pop up occasionally. But falling through it three times; how does that work?”
The way Martha’s tone in which she said it was like she expected him to know what it meant, or that it was as simple as counting to ten.
“What?”
“How did you become a DI here? I mean, you wouldn’t have had any valid identification on you, so how come?”
“It was like my life was already set up. I had a background, parents, identification; the whole nine yards. It was almost as if they were expecting me to pop into 1973,”
“You must have felt mad!”
“I did.”
“If someone knew you would fall into 1973, why be in such a hurry to send you home?”
Martha furrowed her brow and pinched another chip. Sam decided to find out a bit more about Martha now.
“What did Jack mean about your cricket bat? It’s your ruby slippers?”
“Absolutely no idea,” Martha giggled.
“Who is he?”
“Captain Jack Harkness,”
“When did you meet?”
“At the end of the universe, at the end of time itself,”
“Right...”
“Are you interrogating me?”
“Maybe,” Sam felt himself smiling, “Well I thought since you interrogated me, it was only fair, that I should ask you a few questions,”
“But what’s going to happen? I mean, it’s not like we can keep up this marriage act. They’re going to find out sooner or later,”
“Maybe we should get a divorce.”
“But we’re not even married!”
“How did you know Phyllis?”
“What?”
“How’d you know her?”
“Oh. We met in 1946,”
“What were you doing in 1946?”
“Oh you know, just travelling around, happened to choose that place and date. Met some nasty aliens in 1946, called the Telagrot, and Phyllis helped us defeat them,”
“Okay...”
Sam had the feeling that she was telling the truth, but how could one travel in time and choose where they end up? His mind flashed back to the big blue box. Just as he went to ask Martha if she knew what it was, Martha had caught sight of Annie.
“Lets me talk to her. I know how much she means to you,”
And with that Martha followed Annie and sat down at her table, a friendly smile on her face.
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“Hi,”
Annie didn’t look up; she felt she might explode if she did. So instead she stared intently into her food.
“I don’t know if we were introduced properly. So hi, my name is Dr. Martha-Joan Tyler, but you can call me Martha,”
“WPC Annie Cartwright,” Annie felt her voice choke slightly as she answered. Before today she’d been practising her name as WPC Annie Tyler. She felt that Sam would propose any day. Until she came. Annie took a deep breath and looked up at Martha; her gaze as neutral as possible.
“That’s a lovely name. I once had a friend called Annie,” Martha’s smile seemed to tremble. “Look, the last thing I want to do is upset you,”
“You’re not upsetting me,”
Martha raised an eyebrow at this.
“I thought you might like to know that Sam and I are thinking about getting a divorce. I mean, seriously, what use is a husband who can’t even remember our first date?” Martha laughed.
Now Annie was the one feeling surprised and sceptical.
“I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’ve got two very good eyes you know. DI Tyler’s a great catch; you’d make a perfect couple,”
“But he doesn’t look at me the same way. It’s like that crash sort of wiped all memory of me. If we continued, we’d pretty much have to start again,”
“Then that’s what you do, start again,”
“But why would he want to start again, when he’s already started with you? I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. It’s magical. What you two have got now is something Sam and I will never be able to have again,”
“Are you doing this for me?”
“I’m doing it for Sam and you. He loves you,”
Annie felt a bit surprised, to say the least. She’d been expecting a cat-fight from Mrs. Tyler, or at least a heated argument. But this was entirely different. Martha seemed friendly and sincere. Oh god, what to do?
“You’d really divorce him just so we’d be together? Even the Pope isn’t this charitable!” Annie laughed, and Martha joined in.
“I’d do anything to make him happy,”
Martha’s brown eyes were shining, twinkling even. Annie smiled; a real smile this time.
“So would I.”
Crossover: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Parings: Martha/Sam...ish
Rating: PG
Chapter: 8/?
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. The BBC, Kudos does.
Author's Comment: My first try at a fanfiction. It's unbetaed and probably full of errors. Please comment, it makes me write. This is just a bit of a babble, not too much plot in this chapter, just mainly getting Martha and Sam out of the pit they fell in (not literally). Really a basically usless, plotless chapter. A big thank you to Wajoma for thinking up a new title for the story!
About: Sam and Martha chat over lunch, then Martha speaks to Annie about Sam.
“Can I have a word?” Martha asked as she sat down next to Sam in the Cafeteria.
She was off the hook, as Gene decided to take her alibi seriously. That as well as the coroner had mentioned that the attacker was probably someone tall, about 6ft, and strong.
“Sure,” Sam replied, squeezing some tomato sauce on the rather soggy chips.
“Why did you say I was your wife? And how come this lot accept it so easily?” her voice lowered, so no one could eaves-drop.
“It was the first thing that popped into my mind. Sorry. And everyone thinks I had amnesia from the car crash. So I assume that they think that my amnesia covered you. Besides, everyone thinks I’m crazy.”
Martha pinched a chip from his pile, grinning playfully. Sam felt a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and batted her hand away, teasing.
“Oi! Who said you could have one?”
“So, what’s your story? Shed some light, perhaps?”
“Basically, I was hit by a car in 2006, woke up in 1973, and all the while I was in 1973 I got the occasional voice and image from a 2006 hospital, like I was in a coma. Spent most of my time trying to get back to 2006, then when I did, I wanted to go back to 1973. The people here; and Annie, I couldn’t just leave them. I grew too attached. 2007, which it was by the time I got back, was so boring and sterile. So I jumped off the station’s roof and woke back up here.”
“You jumped? What, just like that?”
“Yup.”
Sam watched Martha’s puzzled face, amused. She appeared not to have any more of an idea of what was going on than he did.
“I don’t remember any rifts in Manchester, maybe you fell into a Temporal Shift. They can pop up occasionally. But falling through it three times; how does that work?”
The way Martha’s tone in which she said it was like she expected him to know what it meant, or that it was as simple as counting to ten.
“What?”
“How did you become a DI here? I mean, you wouldn’t have had any valid identification on you, so how come?”
“It was like my life was already set up. I had a background, parents, identification; the whole nine yards. It was almost as if they were expecting me to pop into 1973,”
“You must have felt mad!”
“I did.”
“If someone knew you would fall into 1973, why be in such a hurry to send you home?”
Martha furrowed her brow and pinched another chip. Sam decided to find out a bit more about Martha now.
“What did Jack mean about your cricket bat? It’s your ruby slippers?”
“Absolutely no idea,” Martha giggled.
“Who is he?”
“Captain Jack Harkness,”
“When did you meet?”
“At the end of the universe, at the end of time itself,”
“Right...”
“Are you interrogating me?”
“Maybe,” Sam felt himself smiling, “Well I thought since you interrogated me, it was only fair, that I should ask you a few questions,”
“But what’s going to happen? I mean, it’s not like we can keep up this marriage act. They’re going to find out sooner or later,”
“Maybe we should get a divorce.”
“But we’re not even married!”
“How did you know Phyllis?”
“What?”
“How’d you know her?”
“Oh. We met in 1946,”
“What were you doing in 1946?”
“Oh you know, just travelling around, happened to choose that place and date. Met some nasty aliens in 1946, called the Telagrot, and Phyllis helped us defeat them,”
“Okay...”
Sam had the feeling that she was telling the truth, but how could one travel in time and choose where they end up? His mind flashed back to the big blue box. Just as he went to ask Martha if she knew what it was, Martha had caught sight of Annie.
“Lets me talk to her. I know how much she means to you,”
And with that Martha followed Annie and sat down at her table, a friendly smile on her face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hi,”
Annie didn’t look up; she felt she might explode if she did. So instead she stared intently into her food.
“I don’t know if we were introduced properly. So hi, my name is Dr. Martha-Joan Tyler, but you can call me Martha,”
“WPC Annie Cartwright,” Annie felt her voice choke slightly as she answered. Before today she’d been practising her name as WPC Annie Tyler. She felt that Sam would propose any day. Until she came. Annie took a deep breath and looked up at Martha; her gaze as neutral as possible.
“That’s a lovely name. I once had a friend called Annie,” Martha’s smile seemed to tremble. “Look, the last thing I want to do is upset you,”
“You’re not upsetting me,”
Martha raised an eyebrow at this.
“I thought you might like to know that Sam and I are thinking about getting a divorce. I mean, seriously, what use is a husband who can’t even remember our first date?” Martha laughed.
Now Annie was the one feeling surprised and sceptical.
“I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’ve got two very good eyes you know. DI Tyler’s a great catch; you’d make a perfect couple,”
“But he doesn’t look at me the same way. It’s like that crash sort of wiped all memory of me. If we continued, we’d pretty much have to start again,”
“Then that’s what you do, start again,”
“But why would he want to start again, when he’s already started with you? I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. It’s magical. What you two have got now is something Sam and I will never be able to have again,”
“Are you doing this for me?”
“I’m doing it for Sam and you. He loves you,”
Annie felt a bit surprised, to say the least. She’d been expecting a cat-fight from Mrs. Tyler, or at least a heated argument. But this was entirely different. Martha seemed friendly and sincere. Oh god, what to do?
“You’d really divorce him just so we’d be together? Even the Pope isn’t this charitable!” Annie laughed, and Martha joined in.
“I’d do anything to make him happy,”
Martha’s brown eyes were shining, twinkling even. Annie smiled; a real smile this time.
“So would I.”