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toxic_cornSeries: Yet Different
Title: Chapter One (1/4)
Author: toxic_corn
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Martha/Nine
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, not me.
Spoilers: For the first series up to "Boom Town" and the third series up to "Family of Blood."
Summary: A bit of a time crash and the Doctor finds himself with a new companion.
Notes: As requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nutmeg610 for Christmas. Merry Christmas!
From the monitor, the Doctor watched Rose rush out after the temporarily-forgotten Mickey. He kept his face an expressionless mask, all too aware of Captain Jack Harkness’s presence.
“Kind of an unconventional way of refueling, huh?” Jack commented in a too-loud, overly casual tone. “Rift opening and nearly swallowing Cardiff. Never a dull moment.” He started to poke the egg that had been Margaret the Slitheen but seemed to think better of it and let his hand drop to his side. “I can’t say as I’m looking forward to the next adventure returning this thing.”
“I think I should take the TARDIS on a test run,” the Doctor said abruptly.
Jack nodded his agreement. “Sounds wise. You don’t know how she’ll run after the console opened up.”
The Doctor gave him a significant look and Jack blinked. “Oh. This is a solo mission, then?” He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. “Maybe a fish and chip shop will still be open out there in the chaotic aftermath. See you later.”
The Doctor waited for the door to close after his companion and then flipped a switch.
~*~
Martha took off her artificial poppy and slipped it into her pocket as the Doctor chattered on incessantly. She was still feeling a bit somber after the Remembrance Day commemoration they’d witnessed and couldn’t fully attend to what he was saying.
“Where to next? You know, Japan during the Tokugawa period was brilliant. They still had samurai, you know. I haven’t been there in awhile; it could be fun. What do you say? Martha? …Martha?”
“Oh.” She shook herself. “Er, Japan. I’ve always wanted to go there. Just let me change first and-” But he was already fiddling with the controls and she sighed, shaking her head. He always heard her but he never seemed to listen.
“You sure know how to pick them, Martha Jones,” she muttered on her way out of the room.
~*~
The Doctor hadn’t gotten far when the alarm sounded that something was very wrong with the TARDIS. Surprised, he looked all around the console and started trying to fix the problem, murmuring words of comfort to his ship. Parking break wasn’t on, the navigation was fine, shields were up- No. Wait.
Gritting his teeth, he flipped the necessary switch. Hopefully any damage done would be minor. No shields. One would think he hadn’t been operating a TARDIS for hundreds of years, making a daft mistake like that!
“Doctor?” That wasn’t Rose; he’d seen her run off to Mickey the Idiot with his own eyes. “I don’t really have anything appropriate for the Tokugawa period but if I can wear jeans to meet Shakespeare, then the samurai don’t deserve any special treatment eith-” A striking girl with dark skin strode into the room adjusting the cuffs of a red leather jacket but she froze when she saw him. “Wh- how did you get in here? Where’s the Doctor?!”
The Doctor sighed and looked up at the console tubing with a hint of betrayal. “Oh, fantastic.”
~*~
Martha looked around the room in alarm. They couldn’t have picked up a passenger already, could they? They were supposed to be in Japan and this bloke didn’t look Tokugawa. Unless leather and big ears were in and somehow she didn’t think so.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “Have you hurt him? Where is he?”
“I’m the Doctor,” the man said matter of factly.
“Right, and I’m Kylie Minogue!”
The man grinned at her stupidly. “Pleasure, Kylie. Let me guess: You were traveling with a Doctor who looks completely different from myself. Was he… ginger?” he added hopefully.
Martha stared at him. “No. Brunette.” Why was she indulging this lunacy? Why wasn’t she running around trying to find out whatever this daffy stranger did to the Doctor? Perhaps because he felt familiar in a strange way. “Are you a Time Lord, too?” When his grin faded and the light died in his eyes she quickly added, “Of course you’re not. They were all killed off in the Time War. That’s what the Doctor told me anyway. But, but the Face of Boe said-”
“Don’t tell me!” The man held up his hands. “This is bad enough without you telling me what the future holds.”
“Sorry?” Martha glanced at the console and saw a disgusting little egg with things growing from it. “Where did that come from?”
“Haven’t you worked out what’s happened?” the man asked, ignoring her question.
She sighed. “You have to be the Doctor if you’re treating me like I’m simple.” She rubbed her forehead. “So what’s happened, then?”
The man - the Doctor, if she were to believe his story - frowned in worry. “Am I really all that bad? My future self?”
“Future self?” Martha bit her lip and felt guilty. “I wouldn’t say bad exactly. I mean, I like you. You can be a bit tiring and exasperating at times but-”
“Good to know nothing changes much, then,” he said cheerfully. “Well then, Kylie, I-”
“I was joking about that,” Martha interrupted. “My name isn’t Kylie.”
“I know that. I just didn’t know what else to call you.” He gave her a warm smile that she found herself returning, even though she still wasn’t really sure who this man was and how he could possibly be the Doctor.
“My name’s Martha. Martha Jones.”
“Well, Martha Jones, I’m glad that during the momentary temporal collision, you were the one to fall through the hole in the universe and not your Doctor. The paradox would’ve destroyed the universe.” He glanced at her and then flipped a few more switches. “So where do you belong then, Martha? I’ll drop you off and your Doctor will know where to pick you up.”
“How will he know that?” Martha managed, still trying to work through his whole speech.
He gave her a surprised look. “Are we still on that? He’ll remember. Because he’s me."
For a crazy moment, Martha thought that she might faint. She almost wished that she would because she’d never fainted before in her life and it would make a perfect rejoinder to his shocking statement. However, she settled for sitting down and taking a deep breath.
“Start over,” Martha said, collecting her strength. She met his gaze and said firmly, “Pretend I know nothing about Time Lords and explain everything. Right now.”
To her surprise, the man smiled widely, eyes crinkling. “I’m beginning to see why I chose you, Martha Jones.”
: Chapter Two >
Title: Chapter One (1/4)
Author: toxic_corn
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Martha/Nine
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, not me.
Spoilers: For the first series up to "Boom Town" and the third series up to "Family of Blood."
Summary: A bit of a time crash and the Doctor finds himself with a new companion.
Notes: As requested by
nutmeg610 for Christmas. Merry Christmas!From the monitor, the Doctor watched Rose rush out after the temporarily-forgotten Mickey. He kept his face an expressionless mask, all too aware of Captain Jack Harkness’s presence.
“Kind of an unconventional way of refueling, huh?” Jack commented in a too-loud, overly casual tone. “Rift opening and nearly swallowing Cardiff. Never a dull moment.” He started to poke the egg that had been Margaret the Slitheen but seemed to think better of it and let his hand drop to his side. “I can’t say as I’m looking forward to the next adventure returning this thing.”
“I think I should take the TARDIS on a test run,” the Doctor said abruptly.
Jack nodded his agreement. “Sounds wise. You don’t know how she’ll run after the console opened up.”
The Doctor gave him a significant look and Jack blinked. “Oh. This is a solo mission, then?” He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. “Maybe a fish and chip shop will still be open out there in the chaotic aftermath. See you later.”
The Doctor waited for the door to close after his companion and then flipped a switch.
Martha took off her artificial poppy and slipped it into her pocket as the Doctor chattered on incessantly. She was still feeling a bit somber after the Remembrance Day commemoration they’d witnessed and couldn’t fully attend to what he was saying.
“Where to next? You know, Japan during the Tokugawa period was brilliant. They still had samurai, you know. I haven’t been there in awhile; it could be fun. What do you say? Martha? …Martha?”
“Oh.” She shook herself. “Er, Japan. I’ve always wanted to go there. Just let me change first and-” But he was already fiddling with the controls and she sighed, shaking her head. He always heard her but he never seemed to listen.
“You sure know how to pick them, Martha Jones,” she muttered on her way out of the room.
The Doctor hadn’t gotten far when the alarm sounded that something was very wrong with the TARDIS. Surprised, he looked all around the console and started trying to fix the problem, murmuring words of comfort to his ship. Parking break wasn’t on, the navigation was fine, shields were up- No. Wait.
Gritting his teeth, he flipped the necessary switch. Hopefully any damage done would be minor. No shields. One would think he hadn’t been operating a TARDIS for hundreds of years, making a daft mistake like that!
“Doctor?” That wasn’t Rose; he’d seen her run off to Mickey the Idiot with his own eyes. “I don’t really have anything appropriate for the Tokugawa period but if I can wear jeans to meet Shakespeare, then the samurai don’t deserve any special treatment eith-” A striking girl with dark skin strode into the room adjusting the cuffs of a red leather jacket but she froze when she saw him. “Wh- how did you get in here? Where’s the Doctor?!”
The Doctor sighed and looked up at the console tubing with a hint of betrayal. “Oh, fantastic.”
Martha looked around the room in alarm. They couldn’t have picked up a passenger already, could they? They were supposed to be in Japan and this bloke didn’t look Tokugawa. Unless leather and big ears were in and somehow she didn’t think so.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “Have you hurt him? Where is he?”
“I’m the Doctor,” the man said matter of factly.
“Right, and I’m Kylie Minogue!”
The man grinned at her stupidly. “Pleasure, Kylie. Let me guess: You were traveling with a Doctor who looks completely different from myself. Was he… ginger?” he added hopefully.
Martha stared at him. “No. Brunette.” Why was she indulging this lunacy? Why wasn’t she running around trying to find out whatever this daffy stranger did to the Doctor? Perhaps because he felt familiar in a strange way. “Are you a Time Lord, too?” When his grin faded and the light died in his eyes she quickly added, “Of course you’re not. They were all killed off in the Time War. That’s what the Doctor told me anyway. But, but the Face of Boe said-”
“Don’t tell me!” The man held up his hands. “This is bad enough without you telling me what the future holds.”
“Sorry?” Martha glanced at the console and saw a disgusting little egg with things growing from it. “Where did that come from?”
“Haven’t you worked out what’s happened?” the man asked, ignoring her question.
She sighed. “You have to be the Doctor if you’re treating me like I’m simple.” She rubbed her forehead. “So what’s happened, then?”
The man - the Doctor, if she were to believe his story - frowned in worry. “Am I really all that bad? My future self?”
“Future self?” Martha bit her lip and felt guilty. “I wouldn’t say bad exactly. I mean, I like you. You can be a bit tiring and exasperating at times but-”
“Good to know nothing changes much, then,” he said cheerfully. “Well then, Kylie, I-”
“I was joking about that,” Martha interrupted. “My name isn’t Kylie.”
“I know that. I just didn’t know what else to call you.” He gave her a warm smile that she found herself returning, even though she still wasn’t really sure who this man was and how he could possibly be the Doctor.
“My name’s Martha. Martha Jones.”
“Well, Martha Jones, I’m glad that during the momentary temporal collision, you were the one to fall through the hole in the universe and not your Doctor. The paradox would’ve destroyed the universe.” He glanced at her and then flipped a few more switches. “So where do you belong then, Martha? I’ll drop you off and your Doctor will know where to pick you up.”
“How will he know that?” Martha managed, still trying to work through his whole speech.
He gave her a surprised look. “Are we still on that? He’ll remember. Because he’s me."
For a crazy moment, Martha thought that she might faint. She almost wished that she would because she’d never fainted before in her life and it would make a perfect rejoinder to his shocking statement. However, she settled for sitting down and taking a deep breath.
“Start over,” Martha said, collecting her strength. She met his gaze and said firmly, “Pretend I know nothing about Time Lords and explain everything. Right now.”
To her surprise, the man smiled widely, eyes crinkling. “I’m beginning to see why I chose you, Martha Jones.”
: Chapter Two >
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Date: 2007-12-23 11:05 pm (UTC)*faints*
*reawakens, mems this, faints again*
Thank yoooooooooooooooooooooooooou!
I had to shoo my mom away to read this and now I have to go but thanks so much; I love it! Oh, Nine! *squishes you* Oh, Martha! *huggles you* You'll like Nine better, dearie, trust me. More hand pr0n than you can shake a stick at! :D
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Date: 2007-12-25 03:35 am (UTC)*uses thees one!*
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Date: 2007-12-30 01:32 pm (UTC)Anyways, I'm sure Martha will enjoy nine a lot better than ten, cos he won't be all moony over Rose!
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Date: 2007-12-31 12:25 am (UTC)Shyeah, she's gonna like Nine more! He's not as manic and yelly as Ten gets. *sticks tongue out at Ten* (I love Ten but I facepalm over him more than I ever did with Nine.)