Ficverse - Out Of Context / Martha, pt. 2

Oct 02, 2010 04:16

Title: Out Of Context - Martha pt.2
Author: Leonawriter
Rating: K
Spoilers: None
Characters: The Eleventh Doctor, The Master, Amy Pond, Martha Jones.
Notes: Set shortly after the first 'Martha' drabble. Martha sees something she doesn't expect, and Amy is amused.

Martha stared - she couldn’t help it. She was tempted just to give up the pretence of being unaffected and laugh.

The scene in front of her was as surreal as anything she’d ever seen with the Doctor, and that included a lot of things. There was the Doctor himself, grinning like an idiot in his tweed and bowtie as Saxon - the Master! - came back out of the TARDIS, pulling on an oversized black hoodie over a red crew necked t-shirt and black jeans. The only things that had stayed the same were his hair and boots, and even they weren’t the same as the last time she’d seen him.

She was suddenly but not completely unexpectedly treated to a friendly nudge in the side from Amy.

“Never seen the guy dress down before, have you?”

“Never,” she admitted. “In all the time I’ve known him, he’s always been in a suit.”

“Really? He was worse than this the first time I saw him.”

“Worse? I’m finding it hard enough to believe my eyes right now, let alone imagine anything worse.”

“Try ripped, scorched and drenched,” the redhead came back.

“No,” Martha said in disbelief.

“It was unfortunately unavoidable,” came the dry, unamused voice of the man they had been talking about, uncomfortably close to Martha’s ear. She stiffened instinctively, but Amy, unaffected, started grinning.

“Because of the crashing thing,” she said, to Martha’s continued amazement.

The Master moved slightly, just enough so that she could see him properly, and there was a flash of something copper-gold and silver which looked suspiciously familiar which disappeared into the depths of one of the man’s pockets a fraction of an instant later.

He sent a withering look Amy’s way. “Yes, Pond. Because of the crashing thing.” His attention strayed to Martha, and the look turned cold. “Enjoying this, are you?”

She drew herself up to look him in the face before answering.

“It’s certainly not what I’m used to.”

“It’s not what I prefer. I’d be more than happy to go back to the way you remember me - after we’ve dealt with this particular problem, that is, if you don’t mind.”

Martha paled at the mere suggestion, and was about to bite something back, but the Doctor thankfully beat her to it.

“That’s quite enough of that, people. No more threatening, please. Amy, you go with him, Martha, you’re with me.

Martha felt relief flood her, and gave the Doctor a smile that hardly began to convey her gratitude. She felt even better when the Master left her, heading over to where the Doctor was a mere few paces away, close enough so that she could clearly hear what they were saying.

“I still say that you should have been the one saddled with the redhead. You chose her, not me.”

“Give me one good reason why I should have trusted you with Martha.”

“Hmm...” went the Master, putting on a show of having to think. “Were you after the reassuring answers, or the outright lies?”

The Doctor sighed, and dragged a hand through his hair.

“Now, this? This is why you don’t get nice things.”

.....
AN: Done somewhat for the person who asked for more stuff like this, who reviewed unsigned on FF.net. Originally, this was going to be a scene with just Martha and the Doctor, but then I thought of what her reaction to the hoodie would be, and this idea demanded to come first. The other one is going to appear, though. At some point.

ficverse, ooc

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