A Collection of Ficlets
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magicallawJust thought I'd post some drabbles I had written for various challenges. Their all under seperate cuts cos I'm so nice and it's really long.
Ten/Martha - phone conversations. Rating G.
This was for the Prompt Battle on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lifeonmartha.
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Message received from Martha Jones – 7.01pm:-
So, someone manages to hi-jack the millennium wheel and fly off with it. I’m guessing a certain Time Lord is in town???!?!?! X
Message received from The Doctor – 7.12pm:-
Htd md a mgmud. Majd tgat twm. N 3 +. G.k ptmp aw mg amd pu tgd jdujd n.
Message received from Martha Jones – 7.16pm:-
U might want to turn on predictive text . . .
Message received from The Doctor – 7.20pm:-
It is on. I’m just testing you’re not from the same place as matey with the wheel. I’ll be with u in 27 minutes.
Message received from Martha Jones – 7.24pm:-
Not like u to be so precise. Guess I’d better put the kettle on! x
Message received from Martha Jones – 8.10pm:-
Ha! Knew u’d be late. Where are u? Let me guess. . . The Middle Ages? Well hurry up, ur tea is getting cold.
Message received from Martha Jones – 8.46pm:-
Ok, it’s really cold now. Are u still coming?
Message received from Martha Jones – 9.06pm:-
I’ve tried calling u but can’t get thru. Without sounding like ur mother, I’m worried. I know u. Trouble’s never far behind.
Message received from Martha Jones – 10.14pm:-
K. Going to pretend that you lost the phone in the tardis somewhere. Can u just text me when u find it? Thnx x
Message received from The Doctor – 3.23pm:-
Martha Jones, do u really expect me 2 text u when I am in the middle of saving the world? Humans!
Message received from Martha Jones – 4.07pm:-
Doctor, do u really expect me not 2 worry when you tell me ur popping round then I don’t hear from u in 3 days? Time Lords!
Message received from The Doctor – 4.30pm:-
Fair point. Even? I don’t think the world is ending today. It would be nice to see u.
Message received from Martha Jones – 4.36pm:-
Are u inviting yourself round? Sorry, Tish is dragging me out 2 a club. Another time?
Message received from The Doctor – 4.40pm:-
For u Miss. Jones, I’m sure I’ll find the time.
Message received from Martha Jones – 4.45pm:-
Stop smirking!!!
Message received from The Doctor – 6.37pm:-
How do u know I’m smirking? What’s wrong with my smirking? I thought u liked my smirking? Anyway, I wasn’t smirking.
Message received from Martha Jones – 8.45pm:-
Only you can babble on text btw. Oh, and ur always smirking!
Message received from The Doctor – 9.11pm:-
It’s one of my 1,598 endearing qualities.
Message received from Martha Jones – 9.27pm:-
Modesty isn’t one of them.
Message received from The Doctor – 9.48pm:-
Flattery will get u nowhere.
Message received from Martha Jones – 10.03pm:-
Ha! Is that a challenge?
Message received from The Doctor – 10.22pm:-
Martha Jones, what are u suggesting?
Message received from Martha Jones – 10.43pm:-
Nothing, Doctor. Only I’m drunk and it’s late. Oh, and ur smirking again rnt u?
Message received from The Doctor – 11.02pm:-
So u wish to partake in a little late night, drunken txt flirting? I think even a 900 yr old Time Lord can manage that.
Message received from Martha Jones – 11.16pm:-
Reminding me of ur age doesn’t help.
Message received from The Doctor – 11.20pm:-
900 yrs of practice, Martha.
Message received from Martha Jones – :-
So u can come up with something more imaginable than what r u wearing?
Message received from The Doctor – 11.31pm:-
Er, perhaps not.
Message received from Martha Jones – 11.45pm:-
OK, how about I start by telling u what I WAS wearing?
Message received from The Doctor – 11.47pm:-
Now I’m definitely smirking . . .
Ten/Martha - 1969 single bed. Rating NC-17.
This was for the pr0n battle atsmith_n_jones.
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The first night was just plain uncomfortable. Each of them trying to keep to their own space, which of course was proving to be impossible. This bed was even smaller than the one they had shared previously.
The second night the he slept alone on the cold, concrete floor.
The third night, he didn’t.
The fourth night he slipped his arm round her waist as she cried herself to sleep. She had to serve a particularly bigoted customer at work today. 1969 was nowhere near as bad as 1913 – but it hurt just the same.
The fifth night he slipped his arm around her waist just because he wanted too.
The sixth night she turned round to face him and fell asleep to the sound of his beating hearts.
The seventh night she felt his hand stroking up and down her bare thigh. She smiled to herself and drifted gently to sleep.
The eighth night she went to bed without any knickers under her nightdress. She laughed out loud at the sound of the Doctors sharp in take of breath as he discovered with his wandering hands, just what she had done. When he began stroking between her legs, she stopped laughing. When he found her entrance with his long fingers, she gasped. When he crawled down the bed and spread her legs her eyes were wide open and staring down at him, full of lust and desire. When his tongue flicked across her clit, her hips bucked upwards in order for him to do it again. When he did it again she groaned and thrust her hands into his hair. When he began fingering her and lapping at her clit at the same time she called out his name. When she finally came he lifted his head and with a smug grin looked up at her and licked her juices off her lips.
The ninth night she returned the favour.
Ten/Martha - Martha is homesick and the Doctor gives her a teddy bear. Rating PG-13.
This too was for the pr0n battle atsmith_n_jones.
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He knocks tentatively at her door. He knows she is upset and he realises he has no idea what the best way is to cheer up 21st Century Earth women. A tiny part of his brain is telling him that this will not work but he walks in anyway when she answers her door.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, quietly and putting as much sympathy in his voice as he can muster.
“I’m fine, Doctor. Please I just need to be myself for a bit.” She is wiping a tear away from her eye. This was harder than she thought, being away from home. Her family was always so central to her life. Now she was billions of light years away from them, and at this moment, that thought terrified her.
“OK, if you need me, I’ll be in the . . .”
“Console room, yeah I know. Thanks Doctor.” She smiled at him. She knew that this was difficult for him as he didn’t really do domestic.
He sort of wanted to hug her, but this was very awkward, so he decided to leave.
“Oh,” he remembered what he brought her to cheer her up. “I brought you this. I’ll just leave it here.” And he placed the big soft teddy bear on her dresser. He made his way to the door but he stopped as he heard a giggle from behind him. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” She could hardly get the word out through her laughter.
“Come on, what is it? What’s so funny?” He was slightly miffed now. He had wanted to cheer her up but he didn’t want her laughing at him.
“Doctor, how old do you think I am?” She managed to ask this with a straight face. Almost.
“You’re 24 Earth years, 7 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 17 hours, 47 minutes and 29 seconds. 30 seconds.” He ignores the raise of her eyebrow at him, and she decided to ignore his waffle.
“Ok. So do you know that most - ” she was about to reel off her exact age, but thought better of it, “women of that age aren’t really into teddy bears.”
“Oh. I thought girls liked that sort of thing. ”
“Yes, Doctor. GIRLS. In case you hadn’t noticed,” she walked over towards him and subtly began playing with his tie, “I’m a woman.”
“Yes, yes you are.” He looked down at her and she smiled at the loudest gulp she had ever heard.
“Don’t you want to know what makes women happy, Doctor?” Her voice was low and brazen. His eyes widened and he glared down at her.
“Errr, I’ve got a feeling you’re about to tell me . . .”
“I could tell you, or would you prefer it if I showed you.” Before he could respond she yanked his tie down so his lips met hers and she began to kiss him passionately. Her hands were busy messing his hair, while he soon found his placed firmly on her arse.
She broke the kiss with a tiny yelp as he picked her and she wrapped her legs around his as he walked over to the other side of the room. She yelped even louder as he gently threw her onto the bed. She looked up at him in shock. She had to admit that she wasn’t really expecting this response. Not that she was complaining.
“You know what Miss. Jones,” he stood at the foot of her bed, yanked off his tie, unbuttoned his collar and climbed onto the bed on top of her. “I think I can show you what makes women happy.”
Ten/Martha - awkward (but cute) first time sex. Rated R.
Again, this too was for the pr0n battle atsmith_n_jones.
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They walked back towards the TARDIS holding hands, and in complete silence. The rest of the evening had been filled with chatter and laughter. They had enjoyed each others company so much. They had discussed this moment together – as adults. So why all of a sudden did they both feel like teenagers.
They stopped at the TARDIS door and before they entered, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Not for too long – but long enough for Martha to feel butterflies in her stomach.
They walked inside and stopped at the console. “It’s getting late,” that was a lie but she said it anyway. “I should - ”
“I could -, ” he interrupted.
“What?” She interrupted him right back. He smiled back at her, realising she was just as nervous as he was.
“Nothing. Let me walk you down the corridor.” Martha looked away slightly and her eyes widened as he grabbed her hand again. He never did that. Why was she so nervous? She had done this before.
The Doctor had foolishly forgotten that her bedroom was two doors down from the console room. He had hoped to use the time to plan his next move.
“I guess this is goodnight then,” why did he say that? He didn’t want the evening to end now.
“I guess so.” Neither did she. They stood in silence again for a minute. Why was there so much silence?
“Err . . I could always . . I mean, if you want to - ”
“OK.” She looked straight up at him, into his eyes.
“OK then. I will. I mean, we will. Yes. Right then. Lets . . . go.” She smiled at him now. This was silly. She was clearly more experienced in this area than he was – even though he was almost 900 years older than her. So she decided to take control of the situation. She took his hand and lead him into her room.
They stood at the foot of her bed. He looked round the room as if to inspect it, pretending he had never seen it before. She put her hands to his face and pulled him towards her, kissing him more passionately than they had done previously. He reciprocated, and soon found his hands on her waist.
They moved even closer, their bodies now touching. He broke the kiss and worked down her neck. She began to moan. Loudly.
“Doctor!”
“Oh, Martha.” He foolishly took her groan as one of pleasure.
“Doctor!!” It really wasn’t.
“Mmmm, Martha.” He continued to tease her pulse point with his tongue, ignorning the fact that she didn't particularly sound like she was enjoying herself.
“DOCTOR, YOU’RE ON MY FOOT!”
“What??” He stopped and stepped away from her. “What? Oh, I’m sorry. Are you OK?” His face was full of concern.
“Yes, I am now.” She laughed. “Come here.” She walked him to the bed and sat him down. He watched in amazement as she pulled her dress over her head and stood before him in her underwear.
Not wanting to feel out of place, the Doctor went to take his jacket off. Unfortunately, Martha had the same idea and as he moved his arm, he accidentally whacked her in the face as she bent down.
He stood up immediately to see if she was OK. She instantly regained her composure. This were going nowhere fast. Well, she might end up in A&E, she thought to herself. “Right, enough of this. You. Clothes. Off. Now.”
He was shocked, but when he saw the look of determination on her face, he obliged. At the same time, Martha stripped off her bra and knickers.
Standing naked in front of each other, at last, they took each other in. As quick as a flash, they were in each others arms again, exploring each others mouth’s with their tongues, and falling backwards onto her bed.
CRASH.
The two of them rolled off the mattress and onto the floor as the bed gave way from under them.
With the Doctor lying on top of her, Martha couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “We’re really not very good at this are we?”
With a smirk, and a raised eyebrow, the Doctor gently parted her legs and began stroking her heat. “Oh I reckon with a bit of practice, we’ll be all right.”
The Doctor was confident her moans were of pleasure this time.
Ten, Martha - they watch a film that has them both bawling. Rating PG.
Written for the first drabble tag onlifeonmartha.
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"Have you any idea how cliched this is?" Martha whispered to him as they made their way through the dark to their seats.
"Hiding in a movie theatre is not a cliche, Martha." The Doctor whispered back. "It's just plain cool."
They found their seats and the Doctor began tucking into the biggest tub of popcorn Martha had ever seen.
"Sorry," he said with a mouthful of popcorn and fizzy drink. "Do you want some?"
"No thanks. I find it hard to eat when there's a swarm of alien bats trying to eat me."
"That's the good thing about alien bats Martha, they're adverse to the dark not the light. So we are in the perfect place. No danger in here whatsoever. And we get two hours of top quality entertainment to boot. What are we watching again?"
"Beaches." Replied Martha.
"Ooh is it a documentary?" The Doctor sank into his seat excitedly, shoving more popcorn down his throat.
"No, its Beaches. Better Midler. You know, two best friends growing up together."
"Oh, never heard of it."
The screen flickered into life and the film began.
Two hours of chick flick actually managed to take Martha's mind off the killer bats outside. Tears were streaming down her face as Bette Midler warbled about The Wind Beneath Her Wings. She was a right softie when she wanted to be.
As her tears subsided she was suddenly aware of the large sobs that were coming from the seat next to her.
The Doctor was crying. Not like a little boy. Like a grown man. A grown man watching Bette Midler.
'Oh god' Martha thought to herself. Maybe Tallulah was right - maybe he is into musical theatre.
Ten, Martha, Jack - Jack flirting with Martha before knowing who she was. Rating PG.
This was also written for the first drabble tag onlifeonmartha.
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He spotted her through the crowds. Her curves. Her hair. Her arse.
She stopped gazing in the shop window as she checked her watch. 'The Doctor should be here by now,' she thought to herself. As she felt someone standing behind her, she smiled and turned to greet her travelling companion. However, she jumped as she saw a rather handome man dressed in period military instead.
Jack took another step towards Martha and smiled a smile which made her momentarily forget about the Doctor. Only momentarily, mind. "Hello Miss." Martha felt her face reden as this American man eyed her up and down.
"How silly of me to think you were dead when you still had more flirting to do." Said the Doctor in hushed tones as he appeared from nowhere.
"Hey, I was only saying hello."
"Yes, and for you thats flirting."
"Do you know him, Doctor?" Asked Martha.
"Doctor?" Despite the beautiful woman stood in front of him, Jack's attention turned to someone else . . .
Ten, Martha - Martha and the Doctor get caught up in a murder investigation in Midsommer Wellows (Midsommer Murders). Rating PG.
This was written for the second drabble tag onlifeonmartha.
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'I'm the Doctor and this is Martha Jones.'
'Well, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Tom Barnaby, and I'd like to know what the bloody hell you're doing standing in the middle of my crime scene.' He replied, clearly angry and somewhat perplexed as to how a big blue police box appeared out of nowhere carrying these two people stood before him.
'Ah yes, well I can explain that. What happened was, we were on Kanira 7, or was it 8? No, definately 7. All the waiters in that restaurant were giant penguins. Do you remember that, Martha? That was fun wasn't it?.'
'Ahem.' Barnaby interrupted him.
'Yes. Sorry. Where was I?' He looked round to Martha. He appeared to be stuck.
Martha stepped out from behind the Doctor in an attempt to ease the situation. She was getting good this.
'Look . . .' she started.
'That's her. That's the girl in the picture.' Barnaby's colleague DS Ben Jones fiddled with a number of clear plastic bags that he had in his hands. All appeared to be containing evidence from this scene. He picked one with an old photo in and walked towards Martha and the Doctor and showed them the picture.
The picture was faded but there was no mistaking Martha smiling back at them both. There was also no mistaking when that picture was taken. She almost said it was a fancy dress party - Sixties themed. But before the words came out her eyes locked onto the clock in the background. It was of course an old-fashioned model with the date written underneath the time. A date which clearly read '16 May 1969'.
'This picture was found next to the body. Do you have anything to say?' The DS asked her.
'Ah. Yes, well . . .'
Perhaps she wasn't as good at explaining her way out of these situations as she thought.
Ten, Martha - Martha finds a cute pet on an alien world. Rating PG.
This was also written for the second drabble tag onlifeonmartha.
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'Doctor, when I said I needed to go shopping, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.'
'Martha, this market is renowned throughout this galaxy for it's bargains. Well, maybe half the galaxy. The left half.'
'Yes, I'm sure it's all lovely, but there were somethings that I specifically need.'
'Like what?'
Oh, he was impossible sometimes. Did she really have to spell it out for him? 'You know . . . girlie things.'
'Girlie things. Girlie things? Girlie things? Ohh, girlie things. Why didn't you say so?' He smiled and began walking in the other direction. Hopefully leading her back to the TARDIS so they could go to Superdrug or something. 'There's some pet stalls this way, come on.'
Pet stalls? Sometimes Martha wondered if the most exasperating thing about the Doctor was the fact that he was an oblivious alien, or he was an oblivious man.
She caught up with him and was confronted by a familiar looking creature.
'Oh my god.' She stopped dead in her tracks.
'What is it, what's wrong?' The Doctor suddenly seemed concerned. He looked at Martha and saw her staring at one particular creature that appeared to be held in a bird cage. 'Oh, it's not cruel, they like the confined space.'
'No it's not that . . it's just . . . it looks like . . . well . . . it looks like you, Doctor.'
'What?'
'Yeah, it looks like you. When the Master took your regenerations.' A small giggle escaped her lips.
'It's not funny, Martha.' He was clearly quite offended now.
'No, of course not.' She was trying to keep a straight face. She was failing so she began to walk off.
'Where are you going?'
'To haggle. That is one bargain I'm not going to miss.'
Ten, Martha. The Doctor shows up and apologies for pretty much everything in S3. Rating PG.
This was also written for the second drabble tag onlifeonmartha.
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'Martha, I'm sorry.'
'You are.'
'I was a fool. I didn't appreciate you. I never thanked you for all that you did for me. I never told you . . .' His voice trailed off.'
'Told me what, Doctor?'
'How I felt. How I feel.' He stepped towards her, held her face in his hands and kissed her.
It was an overpowering, emotional, beautiful, black and white movie kiss. There were fireworks in the sky and romantic music playing in the background and everything.
'What the fuck?' Martha stopped and stepped back from the Doctor.
'What?' This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought. She was his companion, surely she wanted mortgages and babies and stuff.
'I know you've got two hearts, but have you got two ego's as well? You think you can turn up here, turn on your alien charm and get me back. Nuh'uh, no way. You had your chance, pal. You blew it.'
He was shocked, stunned, silenced and some other words beginning with S.
'Now, if you don't mind I'm off to Cardiff to get some. What? Don't look at me like that. Eight months I had to put up with you and your bloody mixed signals and sexual tension, well Jack's promised me a guarenteed shag, possibly with another woman as well.'
'But I said I was sorry.' He protested with his puppy dog eyes that he knew human women found hard to resist.
'Well do you wanna know what I have to say?'
'What?'
'STUFF YOU, DOCTOR!'
With that she slammed the door in his face. Now he was sulking. That begins with S too.
Ten/Martha - phone conversations. Rating G.
This was for the Prompt Battle on
lifeonmartha._____
Message received from Martha Jones – 7.01pm:-
So, someone manages to hi-jack the millennium wheel and fly off with it. I’m guessing a certain Time Lord is in town???!?!?! X
Message received from The Doctor – 7.12pm:-
Htd md a mgmud. Majd tgat twm. N 3 +. G.k ptmp aw mg amd pu tgd jdujd n.
Message received from Martha Jones – 7.16pm:-
U might want to turn on predictive text . . .
Message received from The Doctor – 7.20pm:-
It is on. I’m just testing you’re not from the same place as matey with the wheel. I’ll be with u in 27 minutes.
Message received from Martha Jones – 7.24pm:-
Not like u to be so precise. Guess I’d better put the kettle on! x
Message received from Martha Jones – 8.10pm:-
Ha! Knew u’d be late. Where are u? Let me guess. . . The Middle Ages? Well hurry up, ur tea is getting cold.
Message received from Martha Jones – 8.46pm:-
Ok, it’s really cold now. Are u still coming?
Message received from Martha Jones – 9.06pm:-
I’ve tried calling u but can’t get thru. Without sounding like ur mother, I’m worried. I know u. Trouble’s never far behind.
Message received from Martha Jones – 10.14pm:-
K. Going to pretend that you lost the phone in the tardis somewhere. Can u just text me when u find it? Thnx x
Message received from The Doctor – 3.23pm:-
Martha Jones, do u really expect me 2 text u when I am in the middle of saving the world? Humans!
Message received from Martha Jones – 4.07pm:-
Doctor, do u really expect me not 2 worry when you tell me ur popping round then I don’t hear from u in 3 days? Time Lords!
Message received from The Doctor – 4.30pm:-
Fair point. Even? I don’t think the world is ending today. It would be nice to see u.
Message received from Martha Jones – 4.36pm:-
Are u inviting yourself round? Sorry, Tish is dragging me out 2 a club. Another time?
Message received from The Doctor – 4.40pm:-
For u Miss. Jones, I’m sure I’ll find the time.
Message received from Martha Jones – 4.45pm:-
Stop smirking!!!
Message received from The Doctor – 6.37pm:-
How do u know I’m smirking? What’s wrong with my smirking? I thought u liked my smirking? Anyway, I wasn’t smirking.
Message received from Martha Jones – 8.45pm:-
Only you can babble on text btw. Oh, and ur always smirking!
Message received from The Doctor – 9.11pm:-
It’s one of my 1,598 endearing qualities.
Message received from Martha Jones – 9.27pm:-
Modesty isn’t one of them.
Message received from The Doctor – 9.48pm:-
Flattery will get u nowhere.
Message received from Martha Jones – 10.03pm:-
Ha! Is that a challenge?
Message received from The Doctor – 10.22pm:-
Martha Jones, what are u suggesting?
Message received from Martha Jones – 10.43pm:-
Nothing, Doctor. Only I’m drunk and it’s late. Oh, and ur smirking again rnt u?
Message received from The Doctor – 11.02pm:-
So u wish to partake in a little late night, drunken txt flirting? I think even a 900 yr old Time Lord can manage that.
Message received from Martha Jones – 11.16pm:-
Reminding me of ur age doesn’t help.
Message received from The Doctor – 11.20pm:-
900 yrs of practice, Martha.
Message received from Martha Jones – :-
So u can come up with something more imaginable than what r u wearing?
Message received from The Doctor – 11.31pm:-
Er, perhaps not.
Message received from Martha Jones – 11.45pm:-
OK, how about I start by telling u what I WAS wearing?
Message received from The Doctor – 11.47pm:-
Now I’m definitely smirking . . .
Ten/Martha - 1969 single bed. Rating NC-17.
This was for the pr0n battle at
smith_n_jones._____
The first night was just plain uncomfortable. Each of them trying to keep to their own space, which of course was proving to be impossible. This bed was even smaller than the one they had shared previously.
The second night the he slept alone on the cold, concrete floor.
The third night, he didn’t.
The fourth night he slipped his arm round her waist as she cried herself to sleep. She had to serve a particularly bigoted customer at work today. 1969 was nowhere near as bad as 1913 – but it hurt just the same.
The fifth night he slipped his arm around her waist just because he wanted too.
The sixth night she turned round to face him and fell asleep to the sound of his beating hearts.
The seventh night she felt his hand stroking up and down her bare thigh. She smiled to herself and drifted gently to sleep.
The eighth night she went to bed without any knickers under her nightdress. She laughed out loud at the sound of the Doctors sharp in take of breath as he discovered with his wandering hands, just what she had done. When he began stroking between her legs, she stopped laughing. When he found her entrance with his long fingers, she gasped. When he crawled down the bed and spread her legs her eyes were wide open and staring down at him, full of lust and desire. When his tongue flicked across her clit, her hips bucked upwards in order for him to do it again. When he did it again she groaned and thrust her hands into his hair. When he began fingering her and lapping at her clit at the same time she called out his name. When she finally came he lifted his head and with a smug grin looked up at her and licked her juices off her lips.
The ninth night she returned the favour.
Ten/Martha - Martha is homesick and the Doctor gives her a teddy bear. Rating PG-13.
This too was for the pr0n battle at
smith_n_jones._____
He knocks tentatively at her door. He knows she is upset and he realises he has no idea what the best way is to cheer up 21st Century Earth women. A tiny part of his brain is telling him that this will not work but he walks in anyway when she answers her door.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, quietly and putting as much sympathy in his voice as he can muster.
“I’m fine, Doctor. Please I just need to be myself for a bit.” She is wiping a tear away from her eye. This was harder than she thought, being away from home. Her family was always so central to her life. Now she was billions of light years away from them, and at this moment, that thought terrified her.
“OK, if you need me, I’ll be in the . . .”
“Console room, yeah I know. Thanks Doctor.” She smiled at him. She knew that this was difficult for him as he didn’t really do domestic.
He sort of wanted to hug her, but this was very awkward, so he decided to leave.
“Oh,” he remembered what he brought her to cheer her up. “I brought you this. I’ll just leave it here.” And he placed the big soft teddy bear on her dresser. He made his way to the door but he stopped as he heard a giggle from behind him. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” She could hardly get the word out through her laughter.
“Come on, what is it? What’s so funny?” He was slightly miffed now. He had wanted to cheer her up but he didn’t want her laughing at him.
“Doctor, how old do you think I am?” She managed to ask this with a straight face. Almost.
“You’re 24 Earth years, 7 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 17 hours, 47 minutes and 29 seconds. 30 seconds.” He ignores the raise of her eyebrow at him, and she decided to ignore his waffle.
“Ok. So do you know that most - ” she was about to reel off her exact age, but thought better of it, “women of that age aren’t really into teddy bears.”
“Oh. I thought girls liked that sort of thing. ”
“Yes, Doctor. GIRLS. In case you hadn’t noticed,” she walked over towards him and subtly began playing with his tie, “I’m a woman.”
“Yes, yes you are.” He looked down at her and she smiled at the loudest gulp she had ever heard.
“Don’t you want to know what makes women happy, Doctor?” Her voice was low and brazen. His eyes widened and he glared down at her.
“Errr, I’ve got a feeling you’re about to tell me . . .”
“I could tell you, or would you prefer it if I showed you.” Before he could respond she yanked his tie down so his lips met hers and she began to kiss him passionately. Her hands were busy messing his hair, while he soon found his placed firmly on her arse.
She broke the kiss with a tiny yelp as he picked her and she wrapped her legs around his as he walked over to the other side of the room. She yelped even louder as he gently threw her onto the bed. She looked up at him in shock. She had to admit that she wasn’t really expecting this response. Not that she was complaining.
“You know what Miss. Jones,” he stood at the foot of her bed, yanked off his tie, unbuttoned his collar and climbed onto the bed on top of her. “I think I can show you what makes women happy.”
Ten/Martha - awkward (but cute) first time sex. Rated R.
Again, this too was for the pr0n battle at
smith_n_jones._____
They walked back towards the TARDIS holding hands, and in complete silence. The rest of the evening had been filled with chatter and laughter. They had enjoyed each others company so much. They had discussed this moment together – as adults. So why all of a sudden did they both feel like teenagers.
They stopped at the TARDIS door and before they entered, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Not for too long – but long enough for Martha to feel butterflies in her stomach.
They walked inside and stopped at the console. “It’s getting late,” that was a lie but she said it anyway. “I should - ”
“I could -, ” he interrupted.
“What?” She interrupted him right back. He smiled back at her, realising she was just as nervous as he was.
“Nothing. Let me walk you down the corridor.” Martha looked away slightly and her eyes widened as he grabbed her hand again. He never did that. Why was she so nervous? She had done this before.
The Doctor had foolishly forgotten that her bedroom was two doors down from the console room. He had hoped to use the time to plan his next move.
“I guess this is goodnight then,” why did he say that? He didn’t want the evening to end now.
“I guess so.” Neither did she. They stood in silence again for a minute. Why was there so much silence?
“Err . . I could always . . I mean, if you want to - ”
“OK.” She looked straight up at him, into his eyes.
“OK then. I will. I mean, we will. Yes. Right then. Lets . . . go.” She smiled at him now. This was silly. She was clearly more experienced in this area than he was – even though he was almost 900 years older than her. So she decided to take control of the situation. She took his hand and lead him into her room.
They stood at the foot of her bed. He looked round the room as if to inspect it, pretending he had never seen it before. She put her hands to his face and pulled him towards her, kissing him more passionately than they had done previously. He reciprocated, and soon found his hands on her waist.
They moved even closer, their bodies now touching. He broke the kiss and worked down her neck. She began to moan. Loudly.
“Doctor!”
“Oh, Martha.” He foolishly took her groan as one of pleasure.
“Doctor!!” It really wasn’t.
“Mmmm, Martha.” He continued to tease her pulse point with his tongue, ignorning the fact that she didn't particularly sound like she was enjoying herself.
“DOCTOR, YOU’RE ON MY FOOT!”
“What??” He stopped and stepped away from her. “What? Oh, I’m sorry. Are you OK?” His face was full of concern.
“Yes, I am now.” She laughed. “Come here.” She walked him to the bed and sat him down. He watched in amazement as she pulled her dress over her head and stood before him in her underwear.
Not wanting to feel out of place, the Doctor went to take his jacket off. Unfortunately, Martha had the same idea and as he moved his arm, he accidentally whacked her in the face as she bent down.
He stood up immediately to see if she was OK. She instantly regained her composure. This were going nowhere fast. Well, she might end up in A&E, she thought to herself. “Right, enough of this. You. Clothes. Off. Now.”
He was shocked, but when he saw the look of determination on her face, he obliged. At the same time, Martha stripped off her bra and knickers.
Standing naked in front of each other, at last, they took each other in. As quick as a flash, they were in each others arms again, exploring each others mouth’s with their tongues, and falling backwards onto her bed.
CRASH.
The two of them rolled off the mattress and onto the floor as the bed gave way from under them.
With the Doctor lying on top of her, Martha couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “We’re really not very good at this are we?”
With a smirk, and a raised eyebrow, the Doctor gently parted her legs and began stroking her heat. “Oh I reckon with a bit of practice, we’ll be all right.”
The Doctor was confident her moans were of pleasure this time.
Ten, Martha - they watch a film that has them both bawling. Rating PG.
Written for the first drabble tag on
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"Have you any idea how cliched this is?" Martha whispered to him as they made their way through the dark to their seats.
"Hiding in a movie theatre is not a cliche, Martha." The Doctor whispered back. "It's just plain cool."
They found their seats and the Doctor began tucking into the biggest tub of popcorn Martha had ever seen.
"Sorry," he said with a mouthful of popcorn and fizzy drink. "Do you want some?"
"No thanks. I find it hard to eat when there's a swarm of alien bats trying to eat me."
"That's the good thing about alien bats Martha, they're adverse to the dark not the light. So we are in the perfect place. No danger in here whatsoever. And we get two hours of top quality entertainment to boot. What are we watching again?"
"Beaches." Replied Martha.
"Ooh is it a documentary?" The Doctor sank into his seat excitedly, shoving more popcorn down his throat.
"No, its Beaches. Better Midler. You know, two best friends growing up together."
"Oh, never heard of it."
The screen flickered into life and the film began.
Two hours of chick flick actually managed to take Martha's mind off the killer bats outside. Tears were streaming down her face as Bette Midler warbled about The Wind Beneath Her Wings. She was a right softie when she wanted to be.
As her tears subsided she was suddenly aware of the large sobs that were coming from the seat next to her.
The Doctor was crying. Not like a little boy. Like a grown man. A grown man watching Bette Midler.
'Oh god' Martha thought to herself. Maybe Tallulah was right - maybe he is into musical theatre.
Ten, Martha, Jack - Jack flirting with Martha before knowing who she was. Rating PG.
This was also written for the first drabble tag on
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He spotted her through the crowds. Her curves. Her hair. Her arse.
She stopped gazing in the shop window as she checked her watch. 'The Doctor should be here by now,' she thought to herself. As she felt someone standing behind her, she smiled and turned to greet her travelling companion. However, she jumped as she saw a rather handome man dressed in period military instead.
Jack took another step towards Martha and smiled a smile which made her momentarily forget about the Doctor. Only momentarily, mind. "Hello Miss." Martha felt her face reden as this American man eyed her up and down.
"How silly of me to think you were dead when you still had more flirting to do." Said the Doctor in hushed tones as he appeared from nowhere.
"Hey, I was only saying hello."
"Yes, and for you thats flirting."
"Do you know him, Doctor?" Asked Martha.
"Doctor?" Despite the beautiful woman stood in front of him, Jack's attention turned to someone else . . .
Ten, Martha - Martha and the Doctor get caught up in a murder investigation in Midsommer Wellows (Midsommer Murders). Rating PG.
This was written for the second drabble tag on
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'I'm the Doctor and this is Martha Jones.'
'Well, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Tom Barnaby, and I'd like to know what the bloody hell you're doing standing in the middle of my crime scene.' He replied, clearly angry and somewhat perplexed as to how a big blue police box appeared out of nowhere carrying these two people stood before him.
'Ah yes, well I can explain that. What happened was, we were on Kanira 7, or was it 8? No, definately 7. All the waiters in that restaurant were giant penguins. Do you remember that, Martha? That was fun wasn't it?.'
'Ahem.' Barnaby interrupted him.
'Yes. Sorry. Where was I?' He looked round to Martha. He appeared to be stuck.
Martha stepped out from behind the Doctor in an attempt to ease the situation. She was getting good this.
'Look . . .' she started.
'That's her. That's the girl in the picture.' Barnaby's colleague DS Ben Jones fiddled with a number of clear plastic bags that he had in his hands. All appeared to be containing evidence from this scene. He picked one with an old photo in and walked towards Martha and the Doctor and showed them the picture.
The picture was faded but there was no mistaking Martha smiling back at them both. There was also no mistaking when that picture was taken. She almost said it was a fancy dress party - Sixties themed. But before the words came out her eyes locked onto the clock in the background. It was of course an old-fashioned model with the date written underneath the time. A date which clearly read '16 May 1969'.
'This picture was found next to the body. Do you have anything to say?' The DS asked her.
'Ah. Yes, well . . .'
Perhaps she wasn't as good at explaining her way out of these situations as she thought.
Ten, Martha - Martha finds a cute pet on an alien world. Rating PG.
This was also written for the second drabble tag on
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'Doctor, when I said I needed to go shopping, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.'
'Martha, this market is renowned throughout this galaxy for it's bargains. Well, maybe half the galaxy. The left half.'
'Yes, I'm sure it's all lovely, but there were somethings that I specifically need.'
'Like what?'
Oh, he was impossible sometimes. Did she really have to spell it out for him? 'You know . . . girlie things.'
'Girlie things. Girlie things? Girlie things? Ohh, girlie things. Why didn't you say so?' He smiled and began walking in the other direction. Hopefully leading her back to the TARDIS so they could go to Superdrug or something. 'There's some pet stalls this way, come on.'
Pet stalls? Sometimes Martha wondered if the most exasperating thing about the Doctor was the fact that he was an oblivious alien, or he was an oblivious man.
She caught up with him and was confronted by a familiar looking creature.
'Oh my god.' She stopped dead in her tracks.
'What is it, what's wrong?' The Doctor suddenly seemed concerned. He looked at Martha and saw her staring at one particular creature that appeared to be held in a bird cage. 'Oh, it's not cruel, they like the confined space.'
'No it's not that . . it's just . . . it looks like . . . well . . . it looks like you, Doctor.'
'What?'
'Yeah, it looks like you. When the Master took your regenerations.' A small giggle escaped her lips.
'It's not funny, Martha.' He was clearly quite offended now.
'No, of course not.' She was trying to keep a straight face. She was failing so she began to walk off.
'Where are you going?'
'To haggle. That is one bargain I'm not going to miss.'
Ten, Martha. The Doctor shows up and apologies for pretty much everything in S3. Rating PG.
This was also written for the second drabble tag on
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'Martha, I'm sorry.'
'You are.'
'I was a fool. I didn't appreciate you. I never thanked you for all that you did for me. I never told you . . .' His voice trailed off.'
'Told me what, Doctor?'
'How I felt. How I feel.' He stepped towards her, held her face in his hands and kissed her.
It was an overpowering, emotional, beautiful, black and white movie kiss. There were fireworks in the sky and romantic music playing in the background and everything.
'What the fuck?' Martha stopped and stepped back from the Doctor.
'What?' This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought. She was his companion, surely she wanted mortgages and babies and stuff.
'I know you've got two hearts, but have you got two ego's as well? You think you can turn up here, turn on your alien charm and get me back. Nuh'uh, no way. You had your chance, pal. You blew it.'
He was shocked, stunned, silenced and some other words beginning with S.
'Now, if you don't mind I'm off to Cardiff to get some. What? Don't look at me like that. Eight months I had to put up with you and your bloody mixed signals and sexual tension, well Jack's promised me a guarenteed shag, possibly with another woman as well.'
'But I said I was sorry.' He protested with his puppy dog eyes that he knew human women found hard to resist.
'Well do you wanna know what I have to say?'
'What?'
'STUFF YOU, DOCTOR!'
With that she slammed the door in his face. Now he was sulking. That begins with S too.
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Date: 2007-08-26 01:20 pm (UTC)Although, I would like to think that I have my moments ;)
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