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toxic_cornSeries: Yet Different
Title: Chapter Three (3/?)
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.
Chapter Three
The Raxacoricofallapatorians were fast, so Martha didn’t really get a chance to see her surroundings as she was rushed through the front doors of the jail. She’d seen police dramas on telly before and she’d been expecting to be processed but instead, the shouting aliens carried her to where the cells were and unceremoniously dumped her inside.
“Let’s get this back to the hatchery,” she heard one of the creatures say as they left her alone.
Shaken, Martha sat up and took stock of her surroundings. It looked like any other jail cell she’d seen in films, only everything was absurdly large, to better accommodate the locals’ size. The doors weren’t the traditional bars, but doors that had slid open and shut when she’d been tossed in, with a little barred window in the middle. And of course everything was filthy. She quickly got to her feet and started wiping dust and dirt off of her jeans and her favorite leather coat.
All in all, she supposed it could’ve been worse. She had the cell to herself and the ceiling was high, though it probably would’ve made the Raxacoricofallapatorians claustrophobic. Freezing in mid dusting of her shoulders, Martha gasped.
Cell to herself.
The Doctor was alone, unconscious. Or worse, with a cellmate who wouldn’t take kindly to an off-worlder “kidnapping” an egg. Martha felt tears sting her eyes at the thought. The universe needed the Doctor. She needed the Doctor. Besides, this would really muck up the timeline if he died now; he had to go on and regenerate into the annoyingly handsome, stand-offish man she would come to know and… love.
That wasn’t all that was going on here. She rather liked this older incarnation of the Doctor. His ears were a bit silly, but he was a lot warmer than she was used to. He smiled a lot more, that was for certain. It was such a silly smile, almost as silly as his ears. Through her tears, Martha smiled. No matter what stage of life he was in, there was no doubt always something appealing about the Doctor.
Unsure of what else to do, Martha crossed over to the big bed and sank on top of it. It was more comfortable than any jail-cell bed had any business being, and she curled up on top of the scratchy blanket to avoid the soiled looking sheets. Overwhelmed by the strangeness of the day, Martha fell asleep.
~*~
“Martha! Martha Jones!”
Jerking awake, Martha took a moment to realize that that was the Doctor speaking. He was alive! She scrambled up and ran to the little window, projecting her voice out so he could hear it.
“Doctor? You’re all right?”
“I’m fine.” He sounded relieved to finally get a response and Martha briefly wondered how long he’d been calling. “What about you? Do you have a cellmate?”
“No, I’m alone!”
“Good for you,” a strange voice interrupted, sounding surly.
“Oi, you,” the Doctor said sharply. “This isn’t your conversation.”
“He can’t help overhearing it,” another voice cut in. “You’re shouting loud enough so I wouldn’t be surprised if the guards heard you outside.”
The Doctor was quiet and Martha started to worry that he’d taken their words to heart, rather hearts seeing as he had two, and wouldn’t speak to her any more.
“Chin up, Martha,” he finally, said, breaking his silence.
She frowned. “Chin up? That’s all you can say? We’re in a jail and we’re going to be killed!” He didn’t answer. “Doctor!” Still not getting a response, she slapped the door in frustration. On second thought, this Doctor wasn’t too different from the one she knew. She crossed back over to the bed and sat down once more. What was she to do now? Twiddle her thumbs until death came?
Sulking, she missed the scraping sound in the ceiling for the first few minutes and she didn’t think anything of it, expecting that this planet had its own species of vermin that lived in these centers of misery. It wasn’t until she realized that the sound was coming closer that she really took notice. It sounded like a scraping and a dragging and it started to worry her. She even considered running to the door and shouting for the Doctor, but what good would that do? He was just as trapped as she was.
Just above her head, the scraping sound grew in intensity and a low groaning started to accompany it. Heart in her throat, Martha shrank back against the wall and looked around the cell in a fruitless search for a weapon. Nothing.
The scraping sound ceased but the groaning grew louder. She noticed one of the ceiling tiles jiggling and she looked to the door. Should she shout for help? Would any come? Or was this part of the execution; lock up the criminal, terrify them, and then send in something horrible to finish them off?
Just as she was starting to get up, the tile moved aside and a large, green face with big, inky dark eyes stared down at her in seeming malevolence. Screaming, she ran to the door. “Help! Someone please! Help!”
“Martha, it’s all right!”
She looked back and stared in befuddlement as the Doctor’s face appeared next to that of the Raxacoricofallapatorian. “This is my cellmate, Toran.”
“Hello,” Toran said as if they were meeting at a party.
“What are you?”
“I told you chin up.” The Doctor grinned. “Toran’s going to reach down and pull you up, all right? His arms are long but I don’t think it’ll quite reach you. You’ll need to stand on the bed.”
Martha blinked and then moved quickly to the bed, climbing up on it. Toran reached down a clawed hand and Martha suspected that the scraping sound had been those very clawed hands dragging along the overhead passage as they crawled. She hesitated.
“It’s all right,” the Doctor repeated. “He won’t hurt you.”
She met the Doctor’s gaze and saw he was 100% confident of the fact. Nodding trustingly, Martha took Toran’s offered hand and was quickly pulled up in the air shaft with them.
“Hello,” the Doctor said cheerfully.
Without thinking, Martha threw her arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re all right.”
The Doctor returned the hug and gently patted her back. “So am I. I wasn’t going to leave you here.” He pulled back slightly but didn’t quite break the hug, so he could look into Martha’s eyes. “Toran supposes he knows the way out of here. We’ll follow his lead.”
“And we can trust him?” she glanced worriedly over at the Raxacoricofallapatorian who was watching them in interest.
“Yes,” the Doctor said firmly. “I promise you we’ll get out of here safely, Martha Jones.” His hand slid up to the middle of her back and rested there, gently caressing.
The hug had felt familiar until this development. Cautiously, she lifted her hand from his shoulder and cupped his cheek, watching in wonder as a warm smile bloomed across his face.
“We must move before the guards realize we’re gone,” Toran said, breaking the spell. The Doctor released his hold on Martha and she looked away, embarrassed.
“Right then,” the Doctor said and nodded at Toran. “Lead on, MacDuff.”
“It’s actually ‘Lay on, MacDuff,” Martha said.
The Doctor threw her an amused grin. “Shakespeare expert, are you?”
“Kind of met him,” she returned crisply but her eyes sparkled as his grin widened.
“I don’t think Toran knew the difference anyway.” He looked away and saw that their guide was already quite far ahead. “Better get crawling or he’ll reach freedom without us.”
“Can’t have that,” Martha agreed and waited for the Doctor to start crawling. She tried to be proper at first and not stare at his bum, but seeing as how it was right in her face, she may as well look all she pleased.
Pinching it would be right out. Of course. Because it wasn’t really necessary to check and see if it was as firm as it looked.
You really need a date, Martha Jones. If they made it out of this alive, that would be the first thing she’d do.
< Chapter Two : Chapter Four >
Title: Chapter Three (3/?)
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.
Chapter Three
The Raxacoricofallapatorians were fast, so Martha didn’t really get a chance to see her surroundings as she was rushed through the front doors of the jail. She’d seen police dramas on telly before and she’d been expecting to be processed but instead, the shouting aliens carried her to where the cells were and unceremoniously dumped her inside.
“Let’s get this back to the hatchery,” she heard one of the creatures say as they left her alone.
Shaken, Martha sat up and took stock of her surroundings. It looked like any other jail cell she’d seen in films, only everything was absurdly large, to better accommodate the locals’ size. The doors weren’t the traditional bars, but doors that had slid open and shut when she’d been tossed in, with a little barred window in the middle. And of course everything was filthy. She quickly got to her feet and started wiping dust and dirt off of her jeans and her favorite leather coat.
All in all, she supposed it could’ve been worse. She had the cell to herself and the ceiling was high, though it probably would’ve made the Raxacoricofallapatorians claustrophobic. Freezing in mid dusting of her shoulders, Martha gasped.
Cell to herself.
The Doctor was alone, unconscious. Or worse, with a cellmate who wouldn’t take kindly to an off-worlder “kidnapping” an egg. Martha felt tears sting her eyes at the thought. The universe needed the Doctor. She needed the Doctor. Besides, this would really muck up the timeline if he died now; he had to go on and regenerate into the annoyingly handsome, stand-offish man she would come to know and… love.
That wasn’t all that was going on here. She rather liked this older incarnation of the Doctor. His ears were a bit silly, but he was a lot warmer than she was used to. He smiled a lot more, that was for certain. It was such a silly smile, almost as silly as his ears. Through her tears, Martha smiled. No matter what stage of life he was in, there was no doubt always something appealing about the Doctor.
Unsure of what else to do, Martha crossed over to the big bed and sank on top of it. It was more comfortable than any jail-cell bed had any business being, and she curled up on top of the scratchy blanket to avoid the soiled looking sheets. Overwhelmed by the strangeness of the day, Martha fell asleep.
“Martha! Martha Jones!”
Jerking awake, Martha took a moment to realize that that was the Doctor speaking. He was alive! She scrambled up and ran to the little window, projecting her voice out so he could hear it.
“Doctor? You’re all right?”
“I’m fine.” He sounded relieved to finally get a response and Martha briefly wondered how long he’d been calling. “What about you? Do you have a cellmate?”
“No, I’m alone!”
“Good for you,” a strange voice interrupted, sounding surly.
“Oi, you,” the Doctor said sharply. “This isn’t your conversation.”
“He can’t help overhearing it,” another voice cut in. “You’re shouting loud enough so I wouldn’t be surprised if the guards heard you outside.”
The Doctor was quiet and Martha started to worry that he’d taken their words to heart, rather hearts seeing as he had two, and wouldn’t speak to her any more.
“Chin up, Martha,” he finally, said, breaking his silence.
She frowned. “Chin up? That’s all you can say? We’re in a jail and we’re going to be killed!” He didn’t answer. “Doctor!” Still not getting a response, she slapped the door in frustration. On second thought, this Doctor wasn’t too different from the one she knew. She crossed back over to the bed and sat down once more. What was she to do now? Twiddle her thumbs until death came?
Sulking, she missed the scraping sound in the ceiling for the first few minutes and she didn’t think anything of it, expecting that this planet had its own species of vermin that lived in these centers of misery. It wasn’t until she realized that the sound was coming closer that she really took notice. It sounded like a scraping and a dragging and it started to worry her. She even considered running to the door and shouting for the Doctor, but what good would that do? He was just as trapped as she was.
Just above her head, the scraping sound grew in intensity and a low groaning started to accompany it. Heart in her throat, Martha shrank back against the wall and looked around the cell in a fruitless search for a weapon. Nothing.
The scraping sound ceased but the groaning grew louder. She noticed one of the ceiling tiles jiggling and she looked to the door. Should she shout for help? Would any come? Or was this part of the execution; lock up the criminal, terrify them, and then send in something horrible to finish them off?
Just as she was starting to get up, the tile moved aside and a large, green face with big, inky dark eyes stared down at her in seeming malevolence. Screaming, she ran to the door. “Help! Someone please! Help!”
“Martha, it’s all right!”
She looked back and stared in befuddlement as the Doctor’s face appeared next to that of the Raxacoricofallapatorian. “This is my cellmate, Toran.”
“Hello,” Toran said as if they were meeting at a party.
“What are you?”
“I told you chin up.” The Doctor grinned. “Toran’s going to reach down and pull you up, all right? His arms are long but I don’t think it’ll quite reach you. You’ll need to stand on the bed.”
Martha blinked and then moved quickly to the bed, climbing up on it. Toran reached down a clawed hand and Martha suspected that the scraping sound had been those very clawed hands dragging along the overhead passage as they crawled. She hesitated.
“It’s all right,” the Doctor repeated. “He won’t hurt you.”
She met the Doctor’s gaze and saw he was 100% confident of the fact. Nodding trustingly, Martha took Toran’s offered hand and was quickly pulled up in the air shaft with them.
“Hello,” the Doctor said cheerfully.
Without thinking, Martha threw her arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re all right.”
The Doctor returned the hug and gently patted her back. “So am I. I wasn’t going to leave you here.” He pulled back slightly but didn’t quite break the hug, so he could look into Martha’s eyes. “Toran supposes he knows the way out of here. We’ll follow his lead.”
“And we can trust him?” she glanced worriedly over at the Raxacoricofallapatorian who was watching them in interest.
“Yes,” the Doctor said firmly. “I promise you we’ll get out of here safely, Martha Jones.” His hand slid up to the middle of her back and rested there, gently caressing.
The hug had felt familiar until this development. Cautiously, she lifted her hand from his shoulder and cupped his cheek, watching in wonder as a warm smile bloomed across his face.
“We must move before the guards realize we’re gone,” Toran said, breaking the spell. The Doctor released his hold on Martha and she looked away, embarrassed.
“Right then,” the Doctor said and nodded at Toran. “Lead on, MacDuff.”
“It’s actually ‘Lay on, MacDuff,” Martha said.
The Doctor threw her an amused grin. “Shakespeare expert, are you?”
“Kind of met him,” she returned crisply but her eyes sparkled as his grin widened.
“I don’t think Toran knew the difference anyway.” He looked away and saw that their guide was already quite far ahead. “Better get crawling or he’ll reach freedom without us.”
“Can’t have that,” Martha agreed and waited for the Doctor to start crawling. She tried to be proper at first and not stare at his bum, but seeing as how it was right in her face, she may as well look all she pleased.
Pinching it would be right out. Of course. Because it wasn’t really necessary to check and see if it was as firm as it looked.
You really need a date, Martha Jones. If they made it out of this alive, that would be the first thing she’d do.
< Chapter Two : Chapter Four >
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Date: 2008-01-19 10:18 pm (UTC)Marfa Jones, staring at his bum! Breaking out of jail! Marfa in her favorite leather jacket! The Doctor and his adorable silly ears! *SQUEEEEEEES!*
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Date: 2008-01-21 03:29 am (UTC)(it seems weird for Chris to be squeeing over his own bum, rofl)
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Date: 2008-01-29 11:27 am (UTC)Can't wait to see more from this.
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