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toxic_cornSeries: Yet Different
Title: Chapter Ten (10/10)
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.
Check out the Round-Up Post for earlier chapters.
FINAL CHAPTER! Finished under the wire, before your birthday!
Chapter Ten
Martha slid her red leather jacket on and gave the sleeve an experimental sniff. “Good as new!” She beamed at the Doctor.
He grinned back and nodded at the dry cleaner behind the counter. “Keep the change.”
As they walked out of the building they found Elgaba waiting for them. She was dressed in her customary white but was experimenting with other colors at Martha’s suggestion and had added a blue suede jacket to her look.
“I wanted to think the both of you,” the High Consulate said, looking from the Doctor to Martha earnestly. “You’ve been so helpful the last few days.”
The Doctor nodded, uncomfortable with thank yous. “It was the least we could do since you were kind enough to offer us a place to stay.”
“It was all very interesting,” Martha lied. In truth, she’d been bored out of her skull with all the speeches and meetings and talk of pelners and currency and legislation… Though dangerous, she much preferred Toran’s brand of politics. There was a lot more to experience.
“I hope to see you again under better circumstances,” Elgaba said, smiling wistfully.
“That’s the thing; these always seem to be the circumstances when I meet people,” the Doctor said honestly which made Martha smile.
Elgaba smiled as well. “All the same, I mean it. Good luck on your journey.” She bowed her head respectfully then walked to her hover limo, followed by two guards that they hadn’t noticed a few seconds ago, they’d been so well hidden.
“Well, Martha Jones.” The Doctor took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “No more pit stops. It’s time to take you home.”
Tears sprang unexpectedly to her eyes but she smiled through them. “There’s no place like it.”
~*~
With absolutely no more trouble or side trips, Martha and the Doctor arrived in London, England 2008 right outside of Martha’s apartment.
“Nice place,” the Doctor commented politely as they made their way inside the building.
“I know it’s not as fancy as yours,” Martha said teasingly. “Staying in one spot and as big inside as it is outside.”
He laughed and stopped walking when she did. He looked at her expectantly and she indicated the door next to her with her head. “This is me.”
“Ah.” He watched her unlock the door and stepped inside when she waved her hand.
“Would you like some tea?” Martha asked and immediately felt silly.
“Oh, no. I should best be on my way. I’ve left my friends on their own quite long enough.”
“Right.” Martha didn’t trust herself to speak, the lump in her throat had already made that one syllable sound impossibly tight.
His eyes expressed his worry. “I’ll see you soon, you know.”
“I know. But it won’t be the same.” Her face crumbled and she looked away to the curtains, telling herself to calm down.
“Hey.” He stepped close and the next thing she knew, she was wrapped up in his arms, face pressed into his chest and his cheek resting on top of her head. They stood like that for a long time and Martha cherished every second. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been held.
Finally, when she felt as if too much time had passed, she pulled back to set him free. But his arms stayed locked around her and she looked up at him to tell him it was okay to let go. The look in his eyes stopped her, though. They were so blue and there was so much feeling there; gentleness, caring, admiration. Lost in his eyes, she discovered that she never wanted to be found.
She raised her head and lifted up on her tiptoes, tilting her head to the right. She kept staring into his eyes until a millisecond before their lips touched. Though chaste, the kiss made her heart pound so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised if Mrs. Breen next door heard it and pounded on the wall, telling her to keep the noise level down. His lips were so soft and warm that she sighed dreamily like a schoolgirl.
But as much as she would have liked it to, it couldn’t last forever and they parted.
“I guess it was a date after all,” he said lightly but his expression was serious.
“The best I’ve ever been on,” she whispered.
A smile slowly spread across his face. “You really are fantastic, Martha Jones. I’ve loved getting to know you.”
Martha nodded, unable to speak. Understanding, he kissed her forehead lingeringly and went out the door without prolonging the pain that sliced through her heart for another second.
Did she want to watch him leave? Part of her didn’t, but another part wanted to see him just one last time. After a moment of debate, she crossed to the window just in time to see him come out the front door and walk to the TARDIS parked on the sidewalk. With his hand on the door, he paused and looked back at her window, making her startle back guiltily. He smiled and held up a hand in farewell and Martha did dthe same, biting her lip.
Then he was gone.
Utterly miserable, Martha put a kettle on for tea, changed her mind, then went to her room where she settled on her bed for a good cry.
~*~
She was wakened by an impatient knocking on her door. Jerking up, she whipped her head around to the clock on her nightstand. She’d only been asleep for half an hour.
Maybe he’d come back? Oh don’t be stupid, of course he hadn’t come back. Grumbling, Martha got up and stumbled out of her bedroom. “I’m coming!” That seemed to placate the person on the other end and the knocking stopped.
Martha wiped the sleep out of her eyes and opened the door.
And there he was.
At least, the other “he.”
His hair stuck up in front as always as he stood there in his trainers and pinstriped suit, rocking back on his heels impatiently, hands jammed in his overcoat pockets.
“Well!” he greeted her. “I think that was long enough to get changed, don’t you?”
Her heart twisted and she had to grip the doorframe to keep from doing… something. She didn’t know what. He was behaving as if nothing had ever happened, as if they had never bonded and they hadn’t kissed and this time it had meant something.
“Japan?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, yes,” Martha mumbled, walking away. “Let me just get my keys.”
“Of course. Oh, and Martha?” he said casually.
“Yes?” She separated her front door key from the others on the ring and looked up at him.
His eyes twinkled. “I still think you’re fantastic.”
THE END
< Chapter Nine :
Title: Chapter Ten (10/10)
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.
Check out the Round-Up Post for earlier chapters.
FINAL CHAPTER! Finished under the wire, before your birthday!
Chapter Ten
Martha slid her red leather jacket on and gave the sleeve an experimental sniff. “Good as new!” She beamed at the Doctor.
He grinned back and nodded at the dry cleaner behind the counter. “Keep the change.”
As they walked out of the building they found Elgaba waiting for them. She was dressed in her customary white but was experimenting with other colors at Martha’s suggestion and had added a blue suede jacket to her look.
“I wanted to think the both of you,” the High Consulate said, looking from the Doctor to Martha earnestly. “You’ve been so helpful the last few days.”
The Doctor nodded, uncomfortable with thank yous. “It was the least we could do since you were kind enough to offer us a place to stay.”
“It was all very interesting,” Martha lied. In truth, she’d been bored out of her skull with all the speeches and meetings and talk of pelners and currency and legislation… Though dangerous, she much preferred Toran’s brand of politics. There was a lot more to experience.
“I hope to see you again under better circumstances,” Elgaba said, smiling wistfully.
“That’s the thing; these always seem to be the circumstances when I meet people,” the Doctor said honestly which made Martha smile.
Elgaba smiled as well. “All the same, I mean it. Good luck on your journey.” She bowed her head respectfully then walked to her hover limo, followed by two guards that they hadn’t noticed a few seconds ago, they’d been so well hidden.
“Well, Martha Jones.” The Doctor took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “No more pit stops. It’s time to take you home.”
Tears sprang unexpectedly to her eyes but she smiled through them. “There’s no place like it.”
With absolutely no more trouble or side trips, Martha and the Doctor arrived in London, England 2008 right outside of Martha’s apartment.
“Nice place,” the Doctor commented politely as they made their way inside the building.
“I know it’s not as fancy as yours,” Martha said teasingly. “Staying in one spot and as big inside as it is outside.”
He laughed and stopped walking when she did. He looked at her expectantly and she indicated the door next to her with her head. “This is me.”
“Ah.” He watched her unlock the door and stepped inside when she waved her hand.
“Would you like some tea?” Martha asked and immediately felt silly.
“Oh, no. I should best be on my way. I’ve left my friends on their own quite long enough.”
“Right.” Martha didn’t trust herself to speak, the lump in her throat had already made that one syllable sound impossibly tight.
His eyes expressed his worry. “I’ll see you soon, you know.”
“I know. But it won’t be the same.” Her face crumbled and she looked away to the curtains, telling herself to calm down.
“Hey.” He stepped close and the next thing she knew, she was wrapped up in his arms, face pressed into his chest and his cheek resting on top of her head. They stood like that for a long time and Martha cherished every second. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been held.
Finally, when she felt as if too much time had passed, she pulled back to set him free. But his arms stayed locked around her and she looked up at him to tell him it was okay to let go. The look in his eyes stopped her, though. They were so blue and there was so much feeling there; gentleness, caring, admiration. Lost in his eyes, she discovered that she never wanted to be found.
She raised her head and lifted up on her tiptoes, tilting her head to the right. She kept staring into his eyes until a millisecond before their lips touched. Though chaste, the kiss made her heart pound so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised if Mrs. Breen next door heard it and pounded on the wall, telling her to keep the noise level down. His lips were so soft and warm that she sighed dreamily like a schoolgirl.
But as much as she would have liked it to, it couldn’t last forever and they parted.
“I guess it was a date after all,” he said lightly but his expression was serious.
“The best I’ve ever been on,” she whispered.
A smile slowly spread across his face. “You really are fantastic, Martha Jones. I’ve loved getting to know you.”
Martha nodded, unable to speak. Understanding, he kissed her forehead lingeringly and went out the door without prolonging the pain that sliced through her heart for another second.
Did she want to watch him leave? Part of her didn’t, but another part wanted to see him just one last time. After a moment of debate, she crossed to the window just in time to see him come out the front door and walk to the TARDIS parked on the sidewalk. With his hand on the door, he paused and looked back at her window, making her startle back guiltily. He smiled and held up a hand in farewell and Martha did dthe same, biting her lip.
Then he was gone.
Utterly miserable, Martha put a kettle on for tea, changed her mind, then went to her room where she settled on her bed for a good cry.
She was wakened by an impatient knocking on her door. Jerking up, she whipped her head around to the clock on her nightstand. She’d only been asleep for half an hour.
Maybe he’d come back? Oh don’t be stupid, of course he hadn’t come back. Grumbling, Martha got up and stumbled out of her bedroom. “I’m coming!” That seemed to placate the person on the other end and the knocking stopped.
Martha wiped the sleep out of her eyes and opened the door.
And there he was.
At least, the other “he.”
His hair stuck up in front as always as he stood there in his trainers and pinstriped suit, rocking back on his heels impatiently, hands jammed in his overcoat pockets.
“Well!” he greeted her. “I think that was long enough to get changed, don’t you?”
Her heart twisted and she had to grip the doorframe to keep from doing… something. She didn’t know what. He was behaving as if nothing had ever happened, as if they had never bonded and they hadn’t kissed and this time it had meant something.
“Japan?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, yes,” Martha mumbled, walking away. “Let me just get my keys.”
“Of course. Oh, and Martha?” he said casually.
“Yes?” She separated her front door key from the others on the ring and looked up at him.
His eyes twinkled. “I still think you’re fantastic.”
< Chapter Nine :
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Date: 2008-06-10 03:50 pm (UTC)*twirls* Thanks so much for my present! It was a perfect way for Nine/Martha to happen, and it totally fit the tone of the show.
Now I sorta wish that we had met Martha in season one instead of Rose, just so it could be Martha that steals the Doctor's heart, lol! Oh well. *pats Rose's head* You pleased me in season one too.
Nine was just so... well, fantastic. It's hard to pick out things that make him different than Ten, b/c duh, they're the same person so they act alike, but there was just something about him that makes me miss him so much now that he's gone (sympathesizes with my Marfa so much on that).
*more hugs* Thanks again!
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Date: 2008-06-10 07:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked your Christmas present that lasted until YOUR BIRTHDAY. Geez. *embarrassed face aaaaaaand hugs*
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Date: 2008-06-14 09:55 am (UTC)Ten... well, Ten's always been rather oblivious when it comes to Martha, so I think you had his character down pat!
All in all, a highly enjoyable DW romp! Well done you!!!!
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Date: 2008-06-14 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-14 08:45 pm (UTC)Sorry I'm late commenting and that I haven't comment on the last few, which I just read. Good job as always.
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Date: 2008-06-16 01:15 am (UTC)