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toxic_cornSeries: Yet Different
Title: Chapter Four (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.
Chapter Four
The view of the Doctor’s bum, while enticing after the first forty five minutes, was now starting to weary Martha. They’d been crawling through these tunnels for hours; she was covered in dust, her palm had been scratched and no doubt infected with filth, and she wished she was in Japan with her Doctor.
“Do you see anything yet, Toran?” the Doctor asked for the fifth time, sounding every bit as weary as she felt.
“As I’ve told you before no. Wait. Yes.” Their guide stopped. “We’ll need your screwdriver again.”
“Again?” Martha repeated.
The Doctor sent her an amused look over his shoulder. “Come now. You think escaping a prison on Raxicoricofallapatorious is as simple as moving aside a ceiling tile? We needed help. Sonic help.”
He looked so pleased with himself, Martha had to laugh. “You’re mad.”
Grinning, he moved his eyebrows up and down and then turned to face front again, reaching into his pocket and giving his screwdriver to Toran. “You’ll need to hold this button down and apply it directly to the screws.”
“Right.” The sound of the screwdriver doing its work bounced off the metal passage around them, making Martha wince but then there was a clattering sound and the screwdriver was switched off. “Here we go, then. On the roof.”
“The roof?” Martha frowned, wondering how they were going to get down. Did Raxacoricofallapatorians build fire escapes?
“Don’t worry,” the Doctor said cheerfully. “There’s a way out of everything. I have yet to be completely trapped.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Toran said.
“There is,” Martha agreed. “The law of averages itself says-”
“You know, it’s possible to be too clever,” the Doctor cut her off. “And here we go, out of this claustrophobic mess!”
They did just a bit more climbing and found themselves in a cramped little room. Martha wasn’t ready to complain; it felt nice to unfold and she rubbed at her back and moved from side to side to get the kinks out. She bent her knees and straightened a few times and when she glance down, she noticed a large fan just beneath them. Luckily, it was off, but Martha stared worriedly at the sharp looking metal blades and hoped no one downstairs felt like a bit of a cool-down and flipped a switch.
“I thought we were on the roof,” she said, nervously.
The Doctor pointed skywards and Martha looked up at the window there. It looked big enough for Martha and the Doctor to get through but she looked from the window to Toran. “That’s fine for us, but how’s he going to fit? No offense or anything,” she quickly added.
“None taken, Martha Jones.” Toran lifted the Doctor up and held him to the window so he could use the screwdriver to open it. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll find a way through.”
Soon the Doctor had the window open and was up on the roof. Toran quickly lifted Martha after him and it felt good to be outside, feeling the cool air blowing on her sweaty, dusty face. She closed her eyes a moment and moaned low in her throat at the feeling and then slowly blinked them open once more to see the Doctor watching her with intense interest.
“What?” she asked, heart skipping a beat.
He seemed to shake off whatever he was feeling and nodded to the window in the ground. “Watch. You’ll want to see this.”
Toran’s face appeared in the window along with his two claws. Then he slowly moved upward and outward and Martha’s jaw dropped as Toran’s body seemed to squish inward.
“Is he-?” Martha pointed and couldn’t bring herself to complete her thought.
“Bit like how a rat makes itself fit through a tiny opening, isn’t it?” The Doctor commented, then looked at Martha, eyes sparkling.
Martha looked back at him and slowly smiled. “Wish I had that ability when I’m clothes shopping.”
His gaze traveled up and down her body and she shivered a little. “I bet you manage just fine.” Quickly, he looked back to see how far Toran had progressed. It took Martha an extra moment to get herself together before she could do the same.
Toran was most of the way out the window, his body collapsed in on itself so he was about the same width as she or the Doctor. Once he was completely free, he lay on the ground for a bit and his body slowly started to expand again until he was back to his normal state.
“All right then, Toran?” The Doctor asked as Toran got to his feet.
“I’m fine, Doctor. Now how are we going to get off this roof?”
The Doctor looked around, considering this. “Well… hm. No fire escape, I see.” He glanced at Martha and saw the worried expression on her face. “Hey. No situation is impossible, right? I got us out of prison, didn’t I?”
“You did,” Martha admitted.
“And I’ll get us off this roof, too,” he said, gently. “Just you wait and see.”
“EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN! EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN! THERE HAS BEEN A LAPSE IN SECURITY! EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN!”
“Well, you’ve waited long enough. Watch.” The Doctor ran to the ledge and looked down. Toran and Martha joined him on either side. “See that waste management vehicle there? We jump and aim for that.”
Toran and Martha exchanged startled looks.
“And if we miss it?” Toran asked, hesitantly.
“Then we die,” the Doctor said simply. He reached out and grasped Martha’s hand. “On three. Ready?”
“No!”
“One…” he went on as if he hadn’t heard her. “Two…”
“I’ve found them! They’re on the roof!”
“Three!”
Before she could draw a breath to protest or scream the three of them were stepping off the ledge and free-falling.
< Chapter Three : Chapter Five >
Title: Chapter Four (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.
Chapter Four
The view of the Doctor’s bum, while enticing after the first forty five minutes, was now starting to weary Martha. They’d been crawling through these tunnels for hours; she was covered in dust, her palm had been scratched and no doubt infected with filth, and she wished she was in Japan with her Doctor.
“Do you see anything yet, Toran?” the Doctor asked for the fifth time, sounding every bit as weary as she felt.
“As I’ve told you before no. Wait. Yes.” Their guide stopped. “We’ll need your screwdriver again.”
“Again?” Martha repeated.
The Doctor sent her an amused look over his shoulder. “Come now. You think escaping a prison on Raxicoricofallapatorious is as simple as moving aside a ceiling tile? We needed help. Sonic help.”
He looked so pleased with himself, Martha had to laugh. “You’re mad.”
Grinning, he moved his eyebrows up and down and then turned to face front again, reaching into his pocket and giving his screwdriver to Toran. “You’ll need to hold this button down and apply it directly to the screws.”
“Right.” The sound of the screwdriver doing its work bounced off the metal passage around them, making Martha wince but then there was a clattering sound and the screwdriver was switched off. “Here we go, then. On the roof.”
“The roof?” Martha frowned, wondering how they were going to get down. Did Raxacoricofallapatorians build fire escapes?
“Don’t worry,” the Doctor said cheerfully. “There’s a way out of everything. I have yet to be completely trapped.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Toran said.
“There is,” Martha agreed. “The law of averages itself says-”
“You know, it’s possible to be too clever,” the Doctor cut her off. “And here we go, out of this claustrophobic mess!”
They did just a bit more climbing and found themselves in a cramped little room. Martha wasn’t ready to complain; it felt nice to unfold and she rubbed at her back and moved from side to side to get the kinks out. She bent her knees and straightened a few times and when she glance down, she noticed a large fan just beneath them. Luckily, it was off, but Martha stared worriedly at the sharp looking metal blades and hoped no one downstairs felt like a bit of a cool-down and flipped a switch.
“I thought we were on the roof,” she said, nervously.
The Doctor pointed skywards and Martha looked up at the window there. It looked big enough for Martha and the Doctor to get through but she looked from the window to Toran. “That’s fine for us, but how’s he going to fit? No offense or anything,” she quickly added.
“None taken, Martha Jones.” Toran lifted the Doctor up and held him to the window so he could use the screwdriver to open it. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll find a way through.”
Soon the Doctor had the window open and was up on the roof. Toran quickly lifted Martha after him and it felt good to be outside, feeling the cool air blowing on her sweaty, dusty face. She closed her eyes a moment and moaned low in her throat at the feeling and then slowly blinked them open once more to see the Doctor watching her with intense interest.
“What?” she asked, heart skipping a beat.
He seemed to shake off whatever he was feeling and nodded to the window in the ground. “Watch. You’ll want to see this.”
Toran’s face appeared in the window along with his two claws. Then he slowly moved upward and outward and Martha’s jaw dropped as Toran’s body seemed to squish inward.
“Is he-?” Martha pointed and couldn’t bring herself to complete her thought.
“Bit like how a rat makes itself fit through a tiny opening, isn’t it?” The Doctor commented, then looked at Martha, eyes sparkling.
Martha looked back at him and slowly smiled. “Wish I had that ability when I’m clothes shopping.”
His gaze traveled up and down her body and she shivered a little. “I bet you manage just fine.” Quickly, he looked back to see how far Toran had progressed. It took Martha an extra moment to get herself together before she could do the same.
Toran was most of the way out the window, his body collapsed in on itself so he was about the same width as she or the Doctor. Once he was completely free, he lay on the ground for a bit and his body slowly started to expand again until he was back to his normal state.
“All right then, Toran?” The Doctor asked as Toran got to his feet.
“I’m fine, Doctor. Now how are we going to get off this roof?”
The Doctor looked around, considering this. “Well… hm. No fire escape, I see.” He glanced at Martha and saw the worried expression on her face. “Hey. No situation is impossible, right? I got us out of prison, didn’t I?”
“You did,” Martha admitted.
“And I’ll get us off this roof, too,” he said, gently. “Just you wait and see.”
“EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN! EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN! THERE HAS BEEN A LAPSE IN SECURITY! EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN!”
“Well, you’ve waited long enough. Watch.” The Doctor ran to the ledge and looked down. Toran and Martha joined him on either side. “See that waste management vehicle there? We jump and aim for that.”
Toran and Martha exchanged startled looks.
“And if we miss it?” Toran asked, hesitantly.
“Then we die,” the Doctor said simply. He reached out and grasped Martha’s hand. “On three. Ready?”
“No!”
“One…” he went on as if he hadn’t heard her. “Two…”
“I’ve found them! They’re on the roof!”
“Three!”
Before she could draw a breath to protest or scream the three of them were stepping off the ledge and free-falling.
< Chapter Three : Chapter Five >
