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magicallawTitle: The Girl From Mars
Author: Madge
Characters: Martha/Alex (Doctor Who/Ashes to Ashes crossover)
Rating: Mild R.
Summary: Martha finds another reason to come home.
Authors Note: Probably helps if you've read the Ten 'n' Martha book 'Peacemaker' because this story refers to events from that book. Namely, Martha getting shot. Also completely unbeta'd, so sorry if there are any mistakes.
I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars,
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,
Henri Winterman Cigars.
Though she never told me her name,
I still love you, Girl From Mars.
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“I got shot. That’s why I’m here.”
“So did I.” She remembers, back in the Wild West, even though the Doctor took it back. She remembers the bullet ripping through her flesh, her life force draining away.
“Is that why you’re here? With me.”
“I’m not with you,” Martha said.
“That man you were with just now. You’re with him?”
“He’s why I’m here, yes.”
“Do you want to be here?”
“I’m not sure how I can leave.” There’s a big blue box waiting down the street with a man called the Doctor in it. He can take her home, and she knows he will if she asks him to.
But she can’t. Not yet.
“The goal posts keep changing, don’t they?” she laughs. Not to herself, and certainly not to Martha. She’s just laughing. “Thing is,” she stops, “I know how this works, Martha. I know.” She taps her temple and sits back in her chair. “And it’s like, it’s like it’s harder for me than it was for him, you know.” She sips her wine and leans forward again. She’s forgotten how self-satisfied she was at her previous statement. “And that’s the part I can’t figure out, because I’m the one that’s doing this. It’s my subconscious.” She takes another sip. “Did you know that, Martha? My subconscious. That’s why you’re here.” Martha feels as though she should leave, but she can’t walk away, especially when she hears Alex say, “You’re from 2008 and now you’re here, bold as brass in your Topshop t-shirt.”
“I should go.” Martha’s first thought was to find the Doctor. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, her feet weren’t functioning. She didn’t move.
“Why are you here, Martha? Really?”
“I’m just visiting.”
“Take me with you.”
“What?”
“Take me home, Martha.” Alex grabs Martha’s arms, and her eyes are pleading with her to listen. Martha breaks free and steps away.
“Yeah, I’m going now.” she says, and she knows she should go back because she can hear this woman crying.
‘I never told her my name.’
Martha doesn’t even make it to the front door.
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A bottle of wine has followed them upstairs, and when Alex goes downstairs to fetch another one, Martha knows it’s time she should leave.
“I think you should stay.” Alex is all smiles and stumbles. Too much wine and excitement, she thinks to herself.
“My friend – ”
“He won’t mind. You know that, Martha.” And she does. But she tells Alex not to go downstairs because, well, there’s no need. Not really. “Ok,” she whispers. “I’ll stay if you stay.” Martha’s hair is shorter now, but still nice to touch. She tucks it behind her ear for her and shifts on the sofa.
“I’ve never – ”
“Oh,” Alex interrupts her, “yes you have.” And Martha’s confused now, because when they kiss, she believes her.
Alex apologises for the ‘ghastly sheets’, as she puts it, but Martha’s already on top of them and her Topshop t-shirt is on the floor with the rest of her clothes. “I want you to kiss me again,” she says. It’s like remembering something she never knew existed. She’s not sure she has the strength to break free, but she must, she tells herself, as there is so much more of this beautiful body to explore.
When she eventually lets go, she works her way down Alex’s body and pulls her jeans off. “I bet you never thought you’d see me in white jeans,” Alex chuckles. Of course, Martha can’t respond, and Alex refuses to believe she doesn’t know her. She refuses to believe that she’s here for anything else other than her. When Martha goes to speak, Alex stops her. She knows she probably won’t like what she hears.
She pulls Martha towards her and rolls them over so she is on top of her lover. “Please don’t. Please just let me have this one night. I’ve a horrible feeling you won’t be here in the morning.”
But she was. And they make love again for the third time.
“You’re still here,” Alex breathes once Martha has finished stroking her. Their afterglow is broken by the shrill sound of Martha’s mobile phone. “I guess it means you’re leaving now.” And she didn’t really have to ask that question, as Martha was already out of the bed and getting dressed. “I understand.”
“So do I.” She makes a mental note of another reason to come home. To leave him. A reason that lingers fairly near the top of the list.
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“I got shot.”
“Is that why you’re here? To report a crime.”
“No,” Martha says. “I’m here with you.” This was 2008, but two women kissing outside a police station still caused a tiny stir.
She pushed a folded piece of paper into Alex’s pocket.
“Who was that?” a colleague asked.
“I don’t know.” Alex opened the piece of paper and read what she assumed was the girl’s phone number. “She never told me her name.”
The End.
Author: Madge
Characters: Martha/Alex (Doctor Who/Ashes to Ashes crossover)
Rating: Mild R.
Summary: Martha finds another reason to come home.
Authors Note: Probably helps if you've read the Ten 'n' Martha book 'Peacemaker' because this story refers to events from that book. Namely, Martha getting shot. Also completely unbeta'd, so sorry if there are any mistakes.
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,
Henri Winterman Cigars.
Though she never told me her name,
I still love you, Girl From Mars.
+++
“I got shot. That’s why I’m here.”
“So did I.” She remembers, back in the Wild West, even though the Doctor took it back. She remembers the bullet ripping through her flesh, her life force draining away.
“Is that why you’re here? With me.”
“I’m not with you,” Martha said.
“That man you were with just now. You’re with him?”
“He’s why I’m here, yes.”
“Do you want to be here?”
“I’m not sure how I can leave.” There’s a big blue box waiting down the street with a man called the Doctor in it. He can take her home, and she knows he will if she asks him to.
But she can’t. Not yet.
“The goal posts keep changing, don’t they?” she laughs. Not to herself, and certainly not to Martha. She’s just laughing. “Thing is,” she stops, “I know how this works, Martha. I know.” She taps her temple and sits back in her chair. “And it’s like, it’s like it’s harder for me than it was for him, you know.” She sips her wine and leans forward again. She’s forgotten how self-satisfied she was at her previous statement. “And that’s the part I can’t figure out, because I’m the one that’s doing this. It’s my subconscious.” She takes another sip. “Did you know that, Martha? My subconscious. That’s why you’re here.” Martha feels as though she should leave, but she can’t walk away, especially when she hears Alex say, “You’re from 2008 and now you’re here, bold as brass in your Topshop t-shirt.”
“I should go.” Martha’s first thought was to find the Doctor. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, her feet weren’t functioning. She didn’t move.
“Why are you here, Martha? Really?”
“I’m just visiting.”
“Take me with you.”
“What?”
“Take me home, Martha.” Alex grabs Martha’s arms, and her eyes are pleading with her to listen. Martha breaks free and steps away.
“Yeah, I’m going now.” she says, and she knows she should go back because she can hear this woman crying.
‘I never told her my name.’
Martha doesn’t even make it to the front door.
A bottle of wine has followed them upstairs, and when Alex goes downstairs to fetch another one, Martha knows it’s time she should leave.
“I think you should stay.” Alex is all smiles and stumbles. Too much wine and excitement, she thinks to herself.
“My friend – ”
“He won’t mind. You know that, Martha.” And she does. But she tells Alex not to go downstairs because, well, there’s no need. Not really. “Ok,” she whispers. “I’ll stay if you stay.” Martha’s hair is shorter now, but still nice to touch. She tucks it behind her ear for her and shifts on the sofa.
“I’ve never – ”
“Oh,” Alex interrupts her, “yes you have.” And Martha’s confused now, because when they kiss, she believes her.
Alex apologises for the ‘ghastly sheets’, as she puts it, but Martha’s already on top of them and her Topshop t-shirt is on the floor with the rest of her clothes. “I want you to kiss me again,” she says. It’s like remembering something she never knew existed. She’s not sure she has the strength to break free, but she must, she tells herself, as there is so much more of this beautiful body to explore.
When she eventually lets go, she works her way down Alex’s body and pulls her jeans off. “I bet you never thought you’d see me in white jeans,” Alex chuckles. Of course, Martha can’t respond, and Alex refuses to believe she doesn’t know her. She refuses to believe that she’s here for anything else other than her. When Martha goes to speak, Alex stops her. She knows she probably won’t like what she hears.
She pulls Martha towards her and rolls them over so she is on top of her lover. “Please don’t. Please just let me have this one night. I’ve a horrible feeling you won’t be here in the morning.”
But she was. And they make love again for the third time.
“You’re still here,” Alex breathes once Martha has finished stroking her. Their afterglow is broken by the shrill sound of Martha’s mobile phone. “I guess it means you’re leaving now.” And she didn’t really have to ask that question, as Martha was already out of the bed and getting dressed. “I understand.”
“So do I.” She makes a mental note of another reason to come home. To leave him. A reason that lingers fairly near the top of the list.
“I got shot.”
“Is that why you’re here? To report a crime.”
“No,” Martha says. “I’m here with you.” This was 2008, but two women kissing outside a police station still caused a tiny stir.
She pushed a folded piece of paper into Alex’s pocket.
“Who was that?” a colleague asked.
“I don’t know.” Alex opened the piece of paper and read what she assumed was the girl’s phone number. “She never told me her name.”
The End.
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Date: 2008-03-16 01:20 pm (UTC)Oh, I LOVE 'Sting of the Zygons'. *g*
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Date: 2008-03-16 01:25 pm (UTC)And it made me want to see the Zygons episodes now !
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Date: 2008-03-16 01:32 pm (UTC)