1000 Drabbles of Awesomness

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lifeonmartha's 1000 Drabbles of Awesome is rather addictive and I thought I'd create a post that contained all of my efforts. Will update when necessary.

The Doctor Returns At An Inconvenient Moment for doyle_sb4.

“Martha!” The Doctor exclaimed; big old grin on his face. “Your door bell broken or something?”

“Actually, I - ” He brushed straight past her, into the living room, plonked himself on the sofa and began flicking idly through the TV channels.

“Doctor, I - ”

“Oh, yes please. Milk no sugar. Anything decent on?” He looks up. Finally. “You been running or something? You look all hot and bothered.”

“No, Doctor.” She sighed. “I haven’t.” As she walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on, she resigned herself to the fact that it would be at least an hour before she could return to Tom who was waiting not so patiently in her bedroom.

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Martha Studying For Her Exams (or trying to) sorry, can't remember who this one was for.

Two weeks. 3 days. 6 hours and 47 minutes. Not that she was counting. Or panicking. She definitely wasn’t doing that either.

But her exams were getting nearer and nearer.

She really needed to concentrate on her revision, but a couple of days ago she found a new distraction.

*ping*

‘That’s it!’ She thought; she had to turn off her email notifications because this was getting silly.

How was she ever going to pass her exams if she kept playing drabble tag all day long?

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Martha Bakes again, didn't catch who prompted this. Sorry :(

The Doctor had been grumpy and distant for almost a week before Martha figured out what to do to cheer him up.

She understood that it must be hard for him here; stranded in 1969 without his beloved TARDIS.

It wasn’t exactly easy for her though either. Working all the hour’s God sent to keep a roof over their heads. All she wanted was a friendly face to come home to.

Having a grumpy Doctor was doing neither of them any good.

So when Becky from work suggested something ‘medicinal’, Martha visited the hippies down the street and decided to bake a cake for the Doctor’s tea.

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The Doctor Lets Slip His True Feelings for nevardevereaux.

"Come on, this game's fun. Plus it will help us decide where you want to go next."

"Fine." The Doctor wasn't so sure.

"Right then. Remember, you have to answer as quick as you can. First thing that pops into your head. Ready?" The Doctor nods. "Right, what's your favourite colour?"

"Green . . no, yellow."

"Doctor!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, green. Definitely green."

"What's your favourite flavour of crisp?"

"Pickled onion."

"Who's better; The Beatles or the Stones?"

"Stones."

"Who do you love?"

"You."

"What?"

"Mmmph?"

"What did you just say?"

"Errrr, yellow. Or green. Can't remember."

"Never mind." Martha smiled and made a note to play this game with the Doctor
more often.

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The Doctor Buys Martha Some Underwear again, I fail at remembering.

"Errr, thank you."

"Wow, don't sound too grateful, will you?" Bemoaned the Doctor.

"No, I am. I'm very grateful. They're lovely, really. I'm just . . well, just wondering why you've bought me bra's."

"Can't have my companion's underdressed. Support Martha; very important thing."

"What?"

"I have eyes Martha. I have noticed you, and your, I mean those things, your . . .your. Look, if you must know, it's very distracting when you don't wear a bra."

"Oh." Martha hoped that the TARDIS washing machine would eat her underwear more often.

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Martha Finds Her Underwear In The Doctor's Pocket for puipui.

"Err, Doctor. Can I ask why you have my underwear in your coat pocket?"

"Oh, they're yours are they?"

"So you pinch womens knickers and hide 'em in your pocket often then?"

The Doctor considered this for a moment. "Define often?"

"Doctor, did you pocket my pants when you were in my flat?"

"No. Yes. Maybe. Well, they were very hard to resist lying there. They were just asking me to fondle them . . . . . . .and perhaps . . . .borrow them."

"Right. Well next time you want to "borrow" my knickers, can you let me know?"

"Martha?"

"Yes."

"Can I borrow your knickers?"

"Well, Doctor. The only pair I have right now are the ones that I'm wearing."

"They'll do."

And they did, just nicely.

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No-one prompted this, apart from my brain
“Wait a minute.” Martha managed to squeeze the words out between fits of laughter. “You got drunk? You?”

“Yes, me.” The Doctor looked indignant as his two female companions continued to point and laugh at him.

“Oh Martha, you should have seen him. His cheeks went bright rosy red like an old woman at Christmas who’s had too much sherry.”

“And? I didn’t lose my dignity did I? Not like you lot do when you’ve had one too many Smirnoff Ice’s. Yes, I’ve watched Jeremy Kyle.” He quipped before Donna could protest. “I didn’t snog anyone, I didn’t dance on any tables nor did I send any drunken text messages.”

The Doctor shoots a ‘I-think-we-better-leave-this-conversation-here-don’t-you?’ look at Martha who feels her own cheeks grow red.

“So then,” Martha clapped her hands together in an attempt to tell the Doctor ’Yep, this conversation stops now.’ “where are we off to today?”

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You're Doing It Wrong for persiflage_1

The Doctor found Martha in her usual haunt. He had tried all the pubs in town first thinking that she might be in one of those but of course, she wasn’t. The Doctor came to the conclusion that Martha Jones was a lousy student. She spent far too much time in the library and not enough time getting drunk.

He pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Martha at the desk where she was studying. He had spent along time considering how he would approach this subject with her. The repopulation of his planet was very important.

Besides, asking nicely and offering tea and biscuits didn't work. He needed a new plan.

He had come to the conclusion that he should probably flirt with her. Earth girls liked that, he’d read it in Cosmopolitan. Then they can get on with the Time baby making.

He had chosen Martha as he had noticed how well rounded her hips were. Perfect for making babies, he thought. Perfect for other things too. Much like that lovely bottom of hers.

He mentally noted that thinking of Martha’s womanly bits in any way other than with regards to making more Time Lords could only lead to no good and he had to stop.

Well, he’d give it a go.

“You know Martha, your headband, it’s really . . . really . . err, maroon. You know, that colour, it makes your eyes glow like, like big orbiting satellites in the sky.”

“Right.” Martha didn’t look up and continued to take notes from one of her textbooks.

“And the way you hold your pen. It’s very . . . well, it’s really rather provocative, Martha. It makes a Time Lord come over all unnecessary.”

“Doctor, what are you doing?” Martha sighed. She was very good at humouring him, but she had a lot of work to get done today.

“I’m flirting with you.”

“Yeah, well, you’re doing it wrong.”

“Am I? It worked on Donna.”

Martha finally looked up. “It did?”

“Yes. Well, she said something about ‘last Martian on Earth’. And yes, I know that I’m not a Martian, nor do I live on Earth, well sort of, and that Martians don’t live on Earth either. Well, not yet. But, I am the last Time Lord so I reckon - Game On!”

Martha began packing her things away. It was clear that she wasn’t going to get anymore work done today. She wouldn’t mind but this was the fourth time he had pestered her this week. The only solution was to shag him to make him go away.

It’s tough being Martha Jones.

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No prompt. I just decided the world needs more of this pairing.

A cool finger traced complex patterns around her nipple. Martha arched her back instinctively and sighed with pleasure as the finger traced a path down her stomach and around her navel.

When the finger eventually found its way to her desire she clung to the shoulders that hovered above her.

She was breathless now as the finger stroked back and forth across her clit. Her hands caressed dark hair above her and she looked into old, ancient eyes with such longing; such craving.

“Kiss me.” She murmured.

“I’m not him, you know.”

“I know.” And they kissed and Martha recognised the taste from way back when on the moon.

The taste of the universe.

Martha pushed the brunette over onto her back. She had missed exploring the universe; she needn’t worry about that now.

So neither of them did.

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Martha wearing the Doctor's coat. For malaleen.

“But, but . . .it’s my coat.”

“Doctor, it’s just a coat.”

“Yes, but I love that coat. Janis - ”

“ - Janis Joplin gave you this coat, yes, I know. And I’m sure she would want you to lend it to a young woman who was feeling the cold. Now, come on and get a move on.”

“But . . .”

Martha sighed. “I’ll tell you what; you can wear my coat lab coat if you like. Closest you’ll ever come to being a proper doctor, anyway.” She smirked.

“Oi, less of that.” He pointed; feigning his annoyance. “And I hardly think it’s suitable for me to wear your clothes.”

“Never used to stop you.” She snorted.

“That was different.” He had crept up on her and he whispered in her ear.

Martha recalled the sight of the Doctor wearing her knickers; it certainly was different all right.