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FIC: And then I met the Doctor...
Title: And then I met the Doctor…
Author: dk323
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Jack, OC
Spoilers: AU! Following shortly after the events of "Last of the Time Lords"
Disclaimer: Don’t own Doctor Who, just playing with its characters.
Summary: “I had this friend, Martha she was called. Martha Jones. She was brilliant... She’s gone.”
A/N: Let’s just say that this is my take on how Last of the Time Lords could have gone very, very wrong for Martha. There are a number of flashbacks as well…
~ * ~
“Do you want me to call the Doctor, Martha?” Jack whispered.
Martha looked at him uncomprehendingly, “Who?”
“The Doctor…remember?”
“I’m so tired,” She only said, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead in obvious pain.
Tish pulled him away and took him out of the room to speak to him privately, “Listen, Jack. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this sooner, but Martha has suffered some memory loss.”
“What do you mean? How much did she lose?”
“It doesn’t make much difference now. She’s dying, Jack. There’s nothing we can do.”
“Tish, how much did she lose?!” He asked urgently, resisting the urge to shake her.
“Well, she remembers you. Focus on that, all right?”
Jack moved to leave, but Tish held him back, “Just don’t contact the Doctor, okay? Not until…after. It won’t help either of them if they see each other.”
~ * ~
The Doctor jumped at the sound of Martha’s mobile ringing in the console room.
He immediately rushed to answer the phone, “Martha?”
He heard someone breathing on the other line before the person spoke.
“It’s Jack. Martha – she died a few hours ago. Her body couldn’t take the strain of walking the world – and it caught up with her soon after she left you.” Jack told him, somewhat dreading what the Doctor would say.
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? I had a right to see her, Jack!” He said forcefully, gripping the mobile so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“I’m sorry, Doctor. Believe me. She had some memory loss – she didn’t know who you were. We decided it would be easier on her to not rock the boat and pressure her to remember you when she could barely get out of bed.”
The Doctor sighed, “What do you want me to do?”
“Come to her funeral. Her family wants you there.”
“All right. What’s the date and time?” He asked, feeling old and worn out all of a sudden.
The thought that Martha died as a result of doing something in his name…as his companion…it was the last thing he would ever want for her.
It broke his hearts.
~ * ~
If Martha were here, the Doctor knew she would give him a reproachful look for what he was doing now.
But he didn’t care…
He had a new companion on the TARDIS…months after Martha’s funeral. The Doctor had slipped away before Jack or anyone from Martha’s family could talk to him privately. He couldn’t do that sort of thing, didn’t want to. He wasn’t much for domestics…
Past (1969)
“How about,” He started, waving a ladle about, “I make you dinner, Miss Jones.”
Martha bit her lip, looking uncertain, “Really? You know how to cook?”
He mock-pouted, “Have faith in me. Of course I can cook. I learned from the best chefs this galaxy has seen.”
“Well, all right, mister. Have at it. I’m ready to be amazed.” She said teasingly.
She looked at him thoughtfully and then went to grab something from the closet.
Martha grinned at him, showing him the apron and putting it straight on him without asking for his consent.
“There,” She said after she was done, “You look dashing.” She commented, winking at him and kissing him on the cheek.
The Doctor looked down at the apron then back up at her and started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” She asked, amused.
He just twirled her around – both of them caught up in the moment.
“Is it just you then?” His new companion, Casey, asked.
The Doctor looked at her, “Well, sometimes – I have friends travel alongside with me. There was – a friend of mine. Her name was Martha. Martha Jones. She was brilliant, but it got complicated. I never--”
“Never what, Doctor?”
“Doctor!”
He smiled at this medical student who he thought would make a brilliant companion…
“You called me 'Doctor'.”
…she had called him by his name. And if she only knew how much that meant to him…
He scratched the back of his head, pretending to look occupied as he stared at the console monitor.
“Doctor? I asked you a question…” Casey asked, trying to get his attention.
The Doctor looked at her, “It’s personal, sorry,” He said, not really sounding sorry at all.
“Did you love her?” She asked softly.
He stared at her – surprised she would ask such a bold question.
“I told you – it’s a personal matter. And for the record, you’re not replacing her. Got that?”
“Yeah. One trip, got it. You did the same with her, didn’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised that she left you. She must hate you.”
He glared at her and told her more harshly than necessary, “Just go. I’d rather be on my own for a bit.”
“What happened to her?” She asked lightly, not backing down.
“She’s gone. She died not too long ago.” He explained, his voice breaking.
“I’m sorry.” Casey said softly, reaching out to comfort him.
The Doctor jerked his hand away from her and nodded in the direction of the corridor leading out of the console room.
“You can go.”
She left, knowing there was little she could do.
The humming of the TARDIS kept him company as he did maintenance on his ship.
Though he was really fixing things that he broke in the first place – just so he’d have something to occupy his time when he was alone…
Past (after getting back the TARDIS and leaving 1969)
“Where we off to then? Now that we’re back on the TARDIS?” Martha wondered.
“I know just the place – with an amazing view of the stars. First class, you’ll love it.” He told her, his eyes glittering in his excitement.
“Is it an alien planet, Doctor?” She asked.
He wagged his finger at her, “Now that would ruin the element of surprise, Martha. Now hold on tight, it might be a bit bumpy.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I know all this by now. You’re a poor driver, but I still like you anyway.”
“That wasn’t very polite, Miss Jones. I may have to punish you.” He informed her cheekily.
“How so?” She said, not the least bit deterred.
He went up to her and held up his hands, “You should be very afraid, Martha,” He breathed into her ear.
And then he started tickling her with Martha’s attempts at batting him away not working in the slightest.
But she didn’t mind at all -- especially when the Doctor, who after landing on top of her when they collapsed in a fit of laughter, kissed her on the lips.
And when Martha saw him smile genuinely at her right after the kiss, she knew.
She knew that even though the Doctor could never say the words out loud…
He loved her in his own way.
Not the ‘forever’ love of the movies, but that love where she knew…
…that no matter what they went through or what they would go through…he would be there for her. Because he cared about her…and that would never change.
~ * ~
“If today was the last day before you died, who would you want to spend it with?’’ Martha asked out of the blue.
They were on some alien planet light years away, star gazing. The two of them were lying on top of the Doctor’s long coat – taking a much-needed break from their most recent ‘adventure.’
The Doctor looked at his companion, grabbing her hand and kissing it lightly.
“With you. When I regenerate, I want my doctor there with me.”
“I’m not a doctor yet, remember.” She noted, though she couldn’t help blushing at his answer.
Even these days, Martha was never too sure what the Doctor thought of her…or felt for her.
But she wasn’t one for fairytales. She knew that he had her back and she had his.
Wasn’t that enough?
Looking at the Doctor as he smiled softly in her direction, she knew the answer.
It was enough.
~ * ~
“Doctor,”
He looked up from his work, shocked to hear Martha’s voice.
But after looking around, he didn’t see her anywhere. Though she had passed on, a small part of him had hoped a piece of her had been preserved on the TARDIS.
“Doctor…” He heard her voice whisper quietly again.
“Martha, is that you?” He answered.
“In death, I remember you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to forget you.” He was almost positive that if he could see her, she would be crying.
“Martha, it’s all right. Where are you? I can’t see you.”
“I’m so, so sorry,” She only said.
The Doctor could feel a whisper of a kiss on his lips and then…
She was gone.
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I felt the same way while writing it. The flashbacks were hard to write just knowing what happens to Martha later on. :(
That was really, really sweet and sad.
Thank you! :) I'm glad you liked it no matter how sad it was. Because of this, I feel that I should make my Christmas fics happier to make up for it.
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This was really interesting, with the flashback woven into the present day. I liked the interaction between the Doctor and Martha, and how she was able to see how much he cared for her in the little things.
Very well done! :)
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I agree. :(
This was really interesting, with the flashback woven into the present day. I liked the interaction between the Doctor and Martha, and how she was able to see how much he cared for her in the little things.
Thank you. I'm pleased that my flashbacks worked out the way I wanted them to (though I was tempted to extend some of them). That's how I see the Doctor acting with Martha - showing her how he feels in small gestures.
Very well done! :)
Thank you for reading. :)
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Thank you for writing.
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