Richard bit his lip and shook his head. “N-no, I dunno, I-I mean, I was in my f-flat and…” he shrugged. It would have been frightening if the circumstances had been different and he wasn’t so aroused at the time. He caught the trousers that were tossed to him and hastily slipped them on, happy to finally be able to cover himself up and feel a little less exposed.
“I live at C-C-Conduit street,” he answered her. “Y-you can just drop me off there…”
Martha raised her brows at him then, not all that surprised by his memory loss. Someone probably roofied him and tied him up good and proper. She gave him a soft and sympathetic smile before making a gesture for him to follow her, discreetly giving herself more friction by way of her thighs, which added a bit of swing to her hips.
She opened the passenger’s door for him and went around to get in the driver’s seat and started toward his flat.
The TARDIS was too quiet. The empty reverberations of the ship had become the Doctor’s constant companion lately and it was beginning to grate. He paced around the console, trying to focus his mind and pick a new destination. It was a distraction he needed, more than anything. As he came around toward the captain’s chair, a small device caught his eye. Martha’s cell phone. At the sight of it he sighed and collapsed back into the chair, staring at it accusingly. It had rung several times since the Sontaran invasion and each time he had ignored it. A guilty weight settled in his gut at the thought but he felt certain he knew the sort of things it had been. Birthdays and weddings, new jobs and family events…the sort of thing the Doctor could never face up to. From the moment he had seen the diamond sparkling on her finger, he had put distance between himself and Martha Jones, almost on instinct.
As her friend, he was supposed to be happy for her, to share these developments with her and be part of her life. But he couldn’t; not for any of them. It wasn’t personal. It was an impossibility on his part. Because what it meant, what it really meant, was that her little corner of Time and Space was moving on without him. She was growing older and gaining distance from their travels and those memories would become fuzzier with time. He didn’t like endings and Martha Jones was set on a collision course for a big one, like every other human that had made their way into his hearts. With everything inside him, he ignored the voiced that hinted at that niggling jealousy he had felt at the news that she had fallen so easily in love with someone else, someone who could return that love. Whatever the feeling, it was incidental then and now.
Still…perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to see what UNIT was up to these days. It had been a while since he checked in and they couldn’t exactly be trusted in his absence, even with Martha watching over things. Bunch of gun-toting, overgrown boy scouts. With that thought in mind, he began to work the controls and set his coordinates, destination: UNIT HQ. As the TARDIS materialized inside a holding bay the Doctor stretched and reached for his coat. This should be interesting, he thought.
It had been twelve years since she had last seen the Doctor. Properly, anyway. He probably had a new companion, she knew about Donna even if he told her so little. Working at UNIT had it’s own perks. Though she usually ended up only cleaning up his messes. Never running into him though. Jo had told her that the Doctor changed faces at times, but she refused to believe her Doctor was gone.
So when she heard that familiar sound in the medbay. Her head perked up and she glanced around before standing, her hands braced on the surface of her desk. She was probably just hearing things. It was late afterall. She wet her lips and followed the sound. Her eyes rounding at the sight. The TARDIS. She and that box had a wonderful relationship in 1913. She took a few steps forward, not at the door. Just waiting for the door to open for the Doctor to come bounding out.
So much had happened since she last saw him. She broke off her engagement, she was married, widowed…she couldn’t possibly tell him all of that at once.
//It can be a rough day surfing the Martha Jones tag. Nobody knows that better than me. This is a Tenth Doctor RP blog currently seeking starters and plots with any Martha and looking to make some friends with Martha fans since I am one myself. That said, I’m also a multi-shipper and OC friendly so if you’re anybody else looking for a Ten this is also the place for you. Please read my guidelines and stuff beforehand. I really appreciate that. I hope to hear from you all soon! =D//
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He’d been doing well, had been able to keep a straight face and a pleasant smile, all the way up until she started peeling the dratted banana. Visions filled his mind, and none of them involved the proper use of the fruit. He made a strange ‘guh’ sound, gulping back the shot of arousal that ran down his spine and nearly bowled him over.
“You put that banana in yer mouth now and I’m goin’ ta pass out from blood loss to ma brain, Martha Jones” he growled, taking a step closer to close his hand over hers on the fruit. His dark lustful eyes roamed her face freely and he cupped her cheek with his free hand. “I’m goin ta kiss you now, that a’right?”
Martha just had the tip of the banana at her mouth when she heard his groan. Her tongue flicking out to taste it briefly. Her gaze met his headon and she swallowed thickly. There was something sharper about this Doctor. His eyes were pale and pupils dilated from whatever he was feeling. Perhaps she shouldn’t have bought bananas. They never affected her Doctor that way.
But there was still that pull he had over her. The attraction. That spark of brilliance, even if he was broader this time. A thrill ran down her spine and she leaned into his touch. “Yeah…” She replied breathlessly, “That’s alright.”
“Mind if I join you? Could use a drink myself.”
“Yep, fine, no boys allowed.” She heaved a sigh, “Rory stood me up.”
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“Great, I was stood up. By my best friend. I’m going to get a drink.”
