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Jan 28, 2011 22:39

Who: Martha Jones, Open ( Read more... )

derek morgan, alec hardison, [log]:, [day 49], martha jones, erik

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thegooddrjones January 29 2011, 19:12:15 UTC
"So you're a police man then? Well, there are definitely worst things to be." Martha grinned at that, because it made sense. Despite the fact that she didn't know that he was an agent in his real life, the doctor had pegged him for being a copper. She was firmly expecting that when she found her home, she'd find a doctor's coat--Martha was going to have a rather rude awakening ( ... )

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thegooddrjones February 4 2011, 05:04:52 UTC
"Me too. Take-away from this Indian place down the road from my flat. Pintu's it was called. They had the best chicken tikka malasa." Martha frowned, and she touched her stomach for a moment. "Bloody hell, I'd kill for some of that." It'd been ages and ages since she'd had proper take-away, even well before the fifty days she'd spent here. Suddenly she felt properly homesick. The sensation was like a weight in her stomach. Mum, Dad, Tish, Leo, Keisha, take-away, wine, greasy pizza, the sound of traffic and the real city...

She paused in her step for a moment, then took a deep breath and just started walking again. Martha Jones was good at shoving things down; and she knew that even thinking such things could be rather dangerous, what with Devlin and the rest around.

"I can't say that I have. I did meet some people when we were kids, though. It's possible she was one, but I don't think so." There was a grin when he mentioned someone having to cook. "Well, as long as it's not the two of us, I'll expect we'll be alright, yeah?"

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derek_morgan February 6 2011, 06:56:37 UTC
Her description of food was not helping Derek any. Indian, Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Italian...Not only had hunger returned but memories of eating take out. The best he had in Peaksville had been an impromptu steak.

He reached and gave her elbow a gentle squeeze in affection before jogging the distance to another front door. The key worked. Forty three Main Street. Why the hell did her key work to a door between an auto and electrician shop?

Peaksville would never make any goddamn sense. "We won't starve, Doctor Jones. That much I can promise you." Could he really? Derek took for granted how he had wandered over Peaksville at whim.

Didn't he realize how strange it was to suddenly be thrust from one home to another? To a uniform? Maybe the all nighter was doing his head in. Nothing was guaranteed in the hellish town.

"Any body home?" he called up the stairs as the door swung in. Derek looked back at Martha. "Wait here. Let me go up and check it out."

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thegooddrjones February 6 2011, 20:35:16 UTC
When he gave her that gentle squeeze, Martha smiled quickly and nodded. She could do this. It was as simple and easy as just placing one foot in front of the other as she'd done millions of times over. There would be a way out, she'd get back to the Barge, and then she'd go home and eat until she was ill ( ... )

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derek_morgan February 6 2011, 22:45:07 UTC
Just what he needed. Another determined woman. Derek wouldn't deny her. Maybe if they were in the real world, he would stop the doctor. In Peaksville, what power did he truly have ( ... )

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