Touched (3a/?)

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Title: Touched (3a/?)

Author: dk323

Rating: R

Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha (apologies in advance), Martha/Jack, Rose
Spoilers: AU! Post Human Nature/Family of Blood

Disclaimer: Don’t own Doctor Who, just playing with its characters.

Summary:The Doctor waited almost a year before he saw Martha again.

Chapter 3: This is how we do it, this is how it goes…

Author’s notes: This is an alternative ending to my one-shot This Time Around. Unlike that story, the Doctor waits longer to visit Martha after she leaves. This is the first part of the third chapter, I'll post the second part later this weekend. Hopefully I'll make some head way with Chapter 4 before then. I have scenes in mind - it's just the issue of typing it out.

And thanks to persiflage_1 for being a great beta. :-)

 

“So I told him, ‘You have to try better than that’. And you know what he had the nerve to tell me?” Martha said, pausing to take another shot of vodka.

 

“Does she usually drink this much?” Jack whispered to Rose.

 

She shrugged, “If anyone would know, it’d be Tish.”

 

“I can hear you two. And what’s wrong with having a few drinks? It’s been far too long since I’ve been out to a club or anything. I could use a break from the commentary on my choices.”

 

“You’re almost a doctor, Martha.” Rose stated.

 

Martha just looked at her and rolled her eyes, “Am I? Hadn’t noticed. I know my limit, all right? And anyway, I have yet to finish my story.”

 

“Why do you keep stringing Milligan along, Martha? There are rules even in playing hard to get…”

 

“I am not stringing him along, Rose.”

 

“I’m with Rose on this. It’s not fair to him.”

 

Martha put her hands up, “Oh believe me, I know first hand how unpleasant being in that situation is. And I told you, remember Rose? I keep telling him I’m not interested yeah? And he continues on despite that. Now tell me: how can that even compare to the Doctor’s exemplary behavior?” she ended, the last sentence clearly full of sarcasm.

 

Rose looked to Jack, and motioned for him to change the subject. Meanwhile, Martha was squeezing her glass so hard it was seconds away from shattering.

Jack grabbed Martha’s hand and she was forced to look at him.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Truth or Dare? What do you say?”

 

“Aw Jack, not that game again. You always--” But Rose was interrupted by Jack.

 

“You go first, Martha. Truth or Dare? Your pick.”

 

“Dare.” Martha answered right away.

 

“You know what the dare will be. It never changes.”

 

Jack grinned mischievously at her, “Look at it this way, Rose. Maybe she thinks you’re a--”

 

“You know, if you two don’t want to play this game, then I’m going on the dance floor. This is a good song.” Martha interrupted, purposefully ignoring what they were discussing.

 

“‘I Don’t Feel Like Dancing’?” Rose asked, recognizing the Scissor Sisters song, “Talk about ironic…”

 

“Well? Are we going to play the game or dance a bit?”

 

“What about you two dance and I watch?” Jack suggested, winking at them.

 

“How about you behave or I’ll have to punish ya later?” Rose said.

 

“Me, behave? How long have you known me, Rose Tyler?”

 

“Oi, come on, you two!” Martha exclaimed, and grabbed both of their hands; dragging them on to the dance floor.

 

*

 

“I’m going to go outside for a few minutes – get some air.” Martha said to Rose and Jack.

 

“Don’t talk to strangers!” Rose called after her jokingly, before Jack pulled her attention back to him.

 

Martha waved her off as she maneuvered her way through all of the people in the club and went outside.

 

*

 

Martha could feel someone watching her as she stepped outside. She turned around and was surprised to find the Doctor looking at her.

 

“Doctor.” She nodded at him.

 

“Martha.”

 

She walked toward him until she was standing before him.

 

“It’s been months, hasn’t it? How have you been?” Martha began, though she couldn’t ignore the clear tension between them.

 

The Doctor gave her his usual grin, but Martha sensed something different about him. There was definitely something off – she just wasn’t sure what it was though.

 

He closed the gap between them, and instead of hugging her as usual, he took her arm and kissed the top of her hand.

 

The Doctor then looked up at her, and said, “How about – we live in the moment. Forget the past – there’s just the now. What do you think?”

 

“And what does that entail?” she asked.

 

“Oh, why spoil the surprise?” he said as he placed one arm around her waist – pressing her against him – and moved his other arm slowly up her leg – until it went underneath her dress and on her thigh.

 

When his hand went even further up, Martha gasped, “Doctor?”

 

“Sssh…” he only said.

 

She didn’t notice the pure blackness of his eyes until it was too late to back out…

 

*

 

Before Martha could even pick up her clothes, the Doctor stood up, only having put his trousers back on. He had that look on his face.

 

She closed her eyes, trying to keep her composure. Surely, she had thought, this thing – whatever it was – that had altered his behavior was gone? But she had been wrong…

 

She stared back at him, not letting him scare her. Even despite the unnatural darkness of his eyes. And the way he looked her up and down. It made her more nervous than she would have liked.

 

“What is it that you want from me, Doctor? I know –“ But she was cut off when the Doctor had her up against the wall.

 

Again…

 

Martha could hear his raspy breathing. He was losing it. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing? Was the thing leaving his system? Was he fighting it? Or was he dying and not in control at all?

 

She didn’t even want to think of the last option.

 

“Martha, please. Just say it.” He said so softly, Martha could just hear it.

 

But he sounded like himself…

 

She sighed, “Just let me get dressed, all right? It’s a bit chilly, Doctor.”

 

“I can’t control it for long. You have to say it, you’ve got to!” He told her, desperation in his voice.

 

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” She fired back, trying to move away from him.

 

“You’re not leaving, not yet.” He hissed, and she knew that the thing, the creature was back in control.

 

The Doctor – the thing, Martha corrected (she didn’t want to associate this whole fiasco with the Doctor, but it would be an uphill battle, she was sure) grabbed both of her hands and locked them both above her head with one hand.

 

“You’re mine. Say it. You were always mine. I had you from day one. And however much you think you’ve moved on, you haven’t. You haven’t, Martha. Now tell me.”

 

She looked up at him defiantly, “You’re insane. Whatever you are – you better leave the Doctor alone. He doesn’t deserve this. I’m not playing into your hands. You don’t know anything!”

 

“I know. I know about the secret.”

 

“No, you don’t. You’re bluffing.”

 

“It’s all here in his head. I’ve been looking.”

 

“Shut up, just shut up. You have no right. And if the Doctor does know, then he didn’t hear it from me.”

 

He smiled mirthlessly at her. It looked wrong on the Doctor’s face.

 

He placed his free hand on her waist and then moved it up slowly until he reached the under curve of her left breast.

 

Martha’s breath hitched involuntarily.

 

“Tell me the truth. I’ve seen you with Jack. We all know you’re just using him as a replacement. He has a long coat too, doesn’t he?”

 

“Would you just shut up? You’re so annoying,” Martha said forcefully.

 

He ignored her words, and proceeded to lick her in areas that made her moan – regardless of how much she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that she was enjoying this.

Either way, she had been a bit tipsy, maybe even more than that, and she had to admit – she had always toyed with the idea of doing it in a dark alleyway.

No matter the strangeness of the situation – the Doctor clearly not being himself (possessed by some other alien being, maybe?) – a small part of Martha just didn’t care.

One-night stand – that’s what it was. She’d wake up the next day pretending it was all a vivid dream – a very interesting vivid dream, but a figment of the imagination nonetheless…

 

“I won’t say it. Not a chance.” She bit out, standing her ground.

 

“You’re not going to last for long.” He grinned at her almost as if he could read her mind.

 

Martha smirked at him, “The Doctor wouldn’t know that. We never went that far. In fact, we didn’t do much of anything.”

 

He grinned wickedly at her and kissed her in a way that Martha had always hoped the ill-fated ‘genetic transfer’ would have gone had the Doctor not been in a rush…

 

Martha could feel herself falling. Her knees were bending and only the Doctor’s hand on both of hers kept her standing.

 

He leaned in even closer, and whispered into her ear, “How do you know he didn’t do anything? He could have wiped your memory – and you would be none the wiser.”

 

“Don’t you dare. He’d never.”

 

“He’s alien, love. Different morals. Now say it or we could go another round. Is that what you want?”

 

“Can’t you just leave him? I’m going to catch a cold. And I’m not buying what you’re selling. You’re a miserable salesperson.”

 

He moved his hand up to her face and stroked her cheek, “I can look inside your head. I can compel you to do things…”

 

“No, you can’t. He’s stronger than you. I know he is.”

 

He pressed up against her, she could feel his arousal easily, and bent his neck to lick the spot where her neck met her shoulder.

 

“The thing is, Miss Martha Jones, is that you have to say the words for your precious Doctor to come back for good. That’s the way of it. You have no choice. And you have to say it like you mean it. Words are best when they have meaning.”

 

“You are quite possibly the weirdest alien thing, creature I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet.”

 

“What about the boy?” He said, grinning at her unpleasantly.

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“The one you’re carrying.”

 

“I’m not pregnant. I’ve been safe.”

 

“Not with me, love.”

 

Martha stared at him, wide-eyed, “You don’t joke about things like that.”

 

The thing released her and stepped away from her, looking satisfied.

 

“Thank you.” She said curtly and quickly put on her bra and yellow dress.

 

She didn’t bother with her knickers. They’d only remind of this.

 

“I’m feeling repentant. I’ll leave him and you could avoid him for a few weeks. You humans are so emotional.”

 

“Good. I won’t miss you.”

 

“But I meant what I said.” He said.

 

Before she could do anything, he had put both his hands at her temples.

 

“Stop it!”

 

But it was to no avail.

 

“I’m yours. I always have been.” She uttered, meaning every word as images appeared in her head. Of things that couldn’t have happened…it wasn’t possible, right? He didn’t mean it when he brought up what the Doctor could have done…

 

“You, bastard!” Martha yelled at him before he fell.

 

Finally, she saw concrete evidence that the thing was leaving for good…a smoky black something rushed out of the Doctor’s body.

 

The Doctor gasped as he sat against the wall – his legs pulled up and his face looking paler than normal. Martha could only stare at him from her place a few feet away from him. She wasn’t sure what to do next.

 

“It’s my fault. It’s my fault. I know. I know. I’m so, so sorry. So sorry…” He rambled on, holding his head in his hands.

 

“Doctor?” Martha asked tentatively as she walked to him, and kneeled down beside him.

 

He held out a hand to her face, “I need to do this. Do you trust me, Martha?”

 

She looked away, uncertain what to say.

 

“I just want to help you. That’s all. I want you safe.”

 

“What are you going to do then? Erase this whole incident from my memory? Was it true – what that thing said? About you taking advantage of me?” She said sharply.

 

“No! It was playing to your fears, Martha. I would never even think of doing that to you or to any of my companions.”

 

“All right. What are you going to do?” She relented.

 

“He was right about you being pregnant. I’m sorry, Martha. I can give you a month or two. You won’t know.”

 

“You’re going to have me forget about the baby I’m carrying right now?”

 

“Just until you go to the doctor and find out then. I’m giving you a reprieve, Martha. Please just let me do this for you.”

 

“It’s yours? This child – it’s what that thing said? It’s ours…it was using your body, your everything. Oh my god, my baby is going to be part-alien!” She realized, putting her hand over her mouth, in shock.

 

The Doctor grimaced at her reaction, “Don’t sound so disgusted about it.”

 

“I’m just shocked, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s fine. And don’t worry -- he’ll probably be a normal human boy. With something extra. Might be a bit of a genius.” He shrugged, nonchalantly.

 

“Stuff that ego, mister.” She said teasingly.

 

“Sorry. Now – if you please…”

 

And the last thing Martha remembered before Rose and Jack found her was whispering, “I forgive you” to the Doctor soon after the thing left his body.

 

He just looked at her, unshed tears in his eyes. Quickly putting his shirt and suit jacket back on, the Doctor turned to leave. She thought she saw him mouth ‘I’m sorry’ to her just before he turned away from her, but maybe she was only imagining it.

 

Rose looked immensely relieved when she found Martha and hugged her.

 

“I’m such a bad person. Jack and I lost track of time. Otherwise, we would have found you sooner. Forgive me?”

 

“Yeah, of course. We should get going, it’s late. Layla’s babysitter is going to be asking for more money – again.” Martha said.

 

“You took the words right out of my mouth. Though yours is far nicer,” Jack said, charming as always as he held out both his arms to Martha and Rose.

 

“I’m not giving you a blowjob with my mouth, Jack,” Martha told him teasingly as she took his left arm, Rose taking his right.

 

As the three of them chatted about something or other – Martha skillfully avoiding what had happened to her before they had found her – she couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

 

She didn’t hear a small voice say, “Mummy” in her head.

 

A few weeks later, that was all she could hear.