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toxic_cornSeries: Yet Different
Title: Chapter Six (6/?)
Author: toxic_corn
Rating: PG
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.
Sorry for spamming people today but I promised Nutmeg that I'd write more of this over Spring Break and today's my last day of break so I thought I'd better get on this.
Chapter Six
Toran hadn’t been joking when he said he’d wake them early. The sun wasn’t even out when Martha was ripped out of a fabulous dream starring this new Doctor, raspberries, and cream by Toran calling to them and tossing their still smelly clothes on them.
“Ugh,” the Doctor groaned, sitting up and shaking out his jumper. “I don’t think there’s enough room for us to both change in here. I’ll go out in the hall.”
“Thank you,” Martha said, suddenly embarrassed by her frank questions from the night before.
He gave her a warm smile of understanding then stood up, wrapped up in a blanket, and left her to dress alone.
~*~
“You said I wouldn’t be hungry enough to care,” Martha whispered as Safine dished out bowls of some foul smelling substance that could have been oatmeal gone wrong or bangers and mash that had been left to sit in the sun for thirty years.
The Doctor didn’t look any more impressed than she was. “I can be wrong once in awhile, can’t I?” When Safine offered him a bowl, he politely shook his head with a smile. “I never eat in the morning, thank you.”
“Neither do I,” Martha said quickly and Safine shrugged, handing the bowl to the next Raxicoricofallapatorean.
All around them, their new friends were eating breakfasts while writing on large banners in an alien script that was even more unintelligible than some of the prescriptions she’d seen the doctors at the hospital write. Toran had explained to them that he and his group were peaceful protestors, a bit like hippies, who regularly protested outside Parliament for release of political prisoners, or in response to an unfair tax law that was passed, and to end a fruitless war currently being waged on another planet.
“Do you know where my ship is?” the Doctor asked Toran, who was heartily enjoying his breakfast. Martha found that she had to look away because her stomach cramped in complaint watching him messily eat the unappetizing food.
“Yes,” Toran said among slurps and chewing. “It’s right where we’re headed today for our demonstration. I was thinking that you two could travel in the middle of the group where you could be hidden and unnoticed by the others. Does that sound all right?”
“Perfect,” the Doctor answered.
“You’re not going,” Safine told her husband, firmly. “You just escaped from prison and they’ll be looking for you.”
“I’m the leader; I can’t not go!” Toran exclaimed.
“Of course not,” the Doctor agreed. “That would be a double negative.” Martha elbowed him, rolling her eyes.
“You’re not going and I mean it,” Safine said firmly. “Say goodbye to your friends now and I’ll look after them on the way to their ship.”
Toran grumbled but bowed his head to the Doctor and Martha. “It was a pleasure knowing the two of you. Thank you for trusting me and helping me escape, Doctor.”
“It was an honor,” the Doctor said, bowing his head back.
Martha smiled up at their friend they hadn’t known for very long but had become attached to quite quickly. “I’ll miss you, big fellow,” she said, then stepped forward and gave him a big hug. He clumsily patted her back, clearly unused to hugs.
When they parted, Toran said, “Well, I’d best look after the sign painting. Can’t have any mistakes or no one will take us seriously. Goodbye and good luck, my friends.”
“Goodbye, Toran.” They watched him cross the room and shared a sad smile between the two of them.
“I hope everything works out for him,” Martha said. “I’d hate for him to end up back in that prison.”
“Oh, he does,” the Doctor said casually. Off of Martha’s stunned expression he added, “He’ll be the most famous, loved political prisoner of all time. His example will bring about social and political change and years later when he’s released, he’ll be given a new Parliamentary post that will change how others view Raxicoricofallapatorius. It’ll be this planet’s golden age.” Giving Martha a warm grin and a wink, he went to take a look at some of the signs himself.
~*~
“FREEDOM!!! FREEDOM!!!”
Traveling in the middle of a pack of protesting Raxicoricofallapatoreans was making Martha’s ears ring worse than when she’d attended a Scissor Sisters concert with Tish a few months back. She and the Doctor didn’t speak as they walked quickly to keep up with the longer strides of their companions, which was probably for the best since they wouldn’t be able to hear each other anyway.
The Doctor started to hop up and down as he walked, trying to see over the others’ shoulders for a glimpse of the TARDIS. Finally, he stopped and grinned at her, pointing. With a sigh, she started to hop herself and spotted the TARDIS across the courtyard. It was quite a ways away and she couldn’t imagine how they would get over there without being spotted.
Grinning, The Doctor grabbed her hand and she knew what was going to happen before it did. “Trust me,” he mouthed to her and tugged her through the crowd and out of their safety.
“RUN!” With only that bit of warning, The Doctor darted forward leaving Martha with no choice but to follow along or have her arm popped out of its socket. They made it halfway across when they were spotted.
“Off-worlders!”
“It’s the escaped prisoners!!”
They both slammed into the closed doors of the TARDIS and Martha spun breathlessly around to see a pack of Raxicoricofallapatoreans running at them. The protestors had joined the chase, beating the police with their signs and roaring.
Thankfully, the Doctor had had the key in hand before making a run for it and the door was opened with them safely inside before they were caught. Angry fists pounded on the doors and they stood there panting, trying to get their breath back.
“So. That was a great adventure, wasn’t it?”
Martha had to smile. “Yes. It’s comforting to see things never change.”
The Doctor grinned and went to the TARDIS controls, flipping dials here and there. Martha watched him, her heart sinking. This was it, then. He’d be sending her home and she’d be left to wonder if her Doctor would remember or care to retrieve her.
Martha cleared her throat and tried to sound upbeat. “So, I suppose-”
The Doctor looked up. “Breakfast?”
“What?”
“Breakfast: The most important meal of the day.” He flipped a few more switches and beamed at her. “Let’s go to Epsilon 17; they have the best raspberries and cream.”
Raspberries and cream. Her face heated up, remembering her dream from last night. “All right,” she agreed. “That sounds healthy.”
“Speaking of healthy,” The Doctor said, and plucked at his jumper, “I think what we’re wearing could be labeled as hazardous. We need a bit of a wash and a change.” He started off and called over his shoulder, “Red’s your color, yeah?”
Martha had to grin as she followed him. “So I’ve been told.”
“Well, come on then. I’ll supervise your fashion choices to make sure you don’t outshine me.”
They both had to laugh.
< Chapter Five : Chapter Seven >
Title: Chapter Six (6/?)
Author: toxic_corn
Rating: PG
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.
Sorry for spamming people today but I promised Nutmeg that I'd write more of this over Spring Break and today's my last day of break so I thought I'd better get on this.
Chapter Six
Toran hadn’t been joking when he said he’d wake them early. The sun wasn’t even out when Martha was ripped out of a fabulous dream starring this new Doctor, raspberries, and cream by Toran calling to them and tossing their still smelly clothes on them.
“Ugh,” the Doctor groaned, sitting up and shaking out his jumper. “I don’t think there’s enough room for us to both change in here. I’ll go out in the hall.”
“Thank you,” Martha said, suddenly embarrassed by her frank questions from the night before.
He gave her a warm smile of understanding then stood up, wrapped up in a blanket, and left her to dress alone.
“You said I wouldn’t be hungry enough to care,” Martha whispered as Safine dished out bowls of some foul smelling substance that could have been oatmeal gone wrong or bangers and mash that had been left to sit in the sun for thirty years.
The Doctor didn’t look any more impressed than she was. “I can be wrong once in awhile, can’t I?” When Safine offered him a bowl, he politely shook his head with a smile. “I never eat in the morning, thank you.”
“Neither do I,” Martha said quickly and Safine shrugged, handing the bowl to the next Raxicoricofallapatorean.
All around them, their new friends were eating breakfasts while writing on large banners in an alien script that was even more unintelligible than some of the prescriptions she’d seen the doctors at the hospital write. Toran had explained to them that he and his group were peaceful protestors, a bit like hippies, who regularly protested outside Parliament for release of political prisoners, or in response to an unfair tax law that was passed, and to end a fruitless war currently being waged on another planet.
“Do you know where my ship is?” the Doctor asked Toran, who was heartily enjoying his breakfast. Martha found that she had to look away because her stomach cramped in complaint watching him messily eat the unappetizing food.
“Yes,” Toran said among slurps and chewing. “It’s right where we’re headed today for our demonstration. I was thinking that you two could travel in the middle of the group where you could be hidden and unnoticed by the others. Does that sound all right?”
“Perfect,” the Doctor answered.
“You’re not going,” Safine told her husband, firmly. “You just escaped from prison and they’ll be looking for you.”
“I’m the leader; I can’t not go!” Toran exclaimed.
“Of course not,” the Doctor agreed. “That would be a double negative.” Martha elbowed him, rolling her eyes.
“You’re not going and I mean it,” Safine said firmly. “Say goodbye to your friends now and I’ll look after them on the way to their ship.”
Toran grumbled but bowed his head to the Doctor and Martha. “It was a pleasure knowing the two of you. Thank you for trusting me and helping me escape, Doctor.”
“It was an honor,” the Doctor said, bowing his head back.
Martha smiled up at their friend they hadn’t known for very long but had become attached to quite quickly. “I’ll miss you, big fellow,” she said, then stepped forward and gave him a big hug. He clumsily patted her back, clearly unused to hugs.
When they parted, Toran said, “Well, I’d best look after the sign painting. Can’t have any mistakes or no one will take us seriously. Goodbye and good luck, my friends.”
“Goodbye, Toran.” They watched him cross the room and shared a sad smile between the two of them.
“I hope everything works out for him,” Martha said. “I’d hate for him to end up back in that prison.”
“Oh, he does,” the Doctor said casually. Off of Martha’s stunned expression he added, “He’ll be the most famous, loved political prisoner of all time. His example will bring about social and political change and years later when he’s released, he’ll be given a new Parliamentary post that will change how others view Raxicoricofallapatorius. It’ll be this planet’s golden age.” Giving Martha a warm grin and a wink, he went to take a look at some of the signs himself.
“FREEDOM!!! FREEDOM!!!”
Traveling in the middle of a pack of protesting Raxicoricofallapatoreans was making Martha’s ears ring worse than when she’d attended a Scissor Sisters concert with Tish a few months back. She and the Doctor didn’t speak as they walked quickly to keep up with the longer strides of their companions, which was probably for the best since they wouldn’t be able to hear each other anyway.
The Doctor started to hop up and down as he walked, trying to see over the others’ shoulders for a glimpse of the TARDIS. Finally, he stopped and grinned at her, pointing. With a sigh, she started to hop herself and spotted the TARDIS across the courtyard. It was quite a ways away and she couldn’t imagine how they would get over there without being spotted.
Grinning, The Doctor grabbed her hand and she knew what was going to happen before it did. “Trust me,” he mouthed to her and tugged her through the crowd and out of their safety.
“RUN!” With only that bit of warning, The Doctor darted forward leaving Martha with no choice but to follow along or have her arm popped out of its socket. They made it halfway across when they were spotted.
“Off-worlders!”
“It’s the escaped prisoners!!”
They both slammed into the closed doors of the TARDIS and Martha spun breathlessly around to see a pack of Raxicoricofallapatoreans running at them. The protestors had joined the chase, beating the police with their signs and roaring.
Thankfully, the Doctor had had the key in hand before making a run for it and the door was opened with them safely inside before they were caught. Angry fists pounded on the doors and they stood there panting, trying to get their breath back.
“So. That was a great adventure, wasn’t it?”
Martha had to smile. “Yes. It’s comforting to see things never change.”
The Doctor grinned and went to the TARDIS controls, flipping dials here and there. Martha watched him, her heart sinking. This was it, then. He’d be sending her home and she’d be left to wonder if her Doctor would remember or care to retrieve her.
Martha cleared her throat and tried to sound upbeat. “So, I suppose-”
The Doctor looked up. “Breakfast?”
“What?”
“Breakfast: The most important meal of the day.” He flipped a few more switches and beamed at her. “Let’s go to Epsilon 17; they have the best raspberries and cream.”
Raspberries and cream. Her face heated up, remembering her dream from last night. “All right,” she agreed. “That sounds healthy.”
“Speaking of healthy,” The Doctor said, and plucked at his jumper, “I think what we’re wearing could be labeled as hazardous. We need a bit of a wash and a change.” He started off and called over his shoulder, “Red’s your color, yeah?”
Martha had to grin as she followed him. “So I’ve been told.”
“Well, come on then. I’ll supervise your fashion choices to make sure you don’t outshine me.”
They both had to laugh.
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