Martha laughed at the Doctor’s excitement about his brown suit, playfully smirking as he tried to redeem himself. Enthusiastic twit, God love him. ”Thedna it is. I’ll be back in a mo’.”
Turning down the hallway, she made her way to her old room. Her room. Was it old? it was only a month for her. Two for him. It was still her room, and certainly would be for a great deal longer. It was their room, really. The reciprocated love flooding through her system made the word sort of fuzz in her brain. There hadn’t really been that cohesive bond during her month of crash-course revising. There was now.
Pulling out her suitcase from under her bed, she rummaged to the bottom to find her black dress and her violet mary-jane heels. She’d worn this outfit her first time around with the Doctor. The Lazarus Experiment, Tish’s job come crashing down. Martha had a mind to toss out those memories in favor of some new ones. Also, now she knew she could run in the heels and it was the comfiest fancy dress she owned. They were headed to Thedna, she couldn’t really guess the kind of native fashion, so why bother with something impractical? Slipping the dress over her head and tying the ribbon around her waist, she changed as fast as she could manage, the fuzziness in her fingers dissipating now that the Doctor wasn’t near. She was almost about to leave when she remembered: hair. at the moment though, she really didn’t care, so she ran her fingers over it, smoothing it down into something reasonably manageable.
"So where is Thedna, exactly?" Martha asked as she reentered the control room.
While she left to go change, the Doctor tried to keep occupied. An honest to goodness dinner date… Bloody hell it had been a long time since that happened. He tugged at his ear in slight discomfort. This part was always hard. He wasn’t the most romantic of creatures to begin with, but for Martha he would try.
Her voice from the doorway startled him but he didn’t let that show. When he turned, he found that dress on her again and offered her a delighted smile. “I do love that dress.” Truth be told, he hadn’t been in the proper mood to appreciate it last time, but even then he had known that she was beautiful. Now, though, stunning might be a better word. The smile spread to a grin.
"It’s in a near orbit with the planet Sto in the Casivanian belt. 51st century. Humanoid inhabitants. You won’t be able to tell the difference between them and you but they didn’t originate on Earth. It’s quite an expensive planet but luckily, I’ve got all the money we could want." He wiggled the sonic screwdriver mischievously.
Her face fell as he reeled off what he seemed to think was an excellent idea, for some peculiar reason. “Are you absolutely sure that’s a good plan, Doctor?” Tabatha asked warily. “I mean, you obviously know what you’re doing with this thing, but just so you know, I can’t even drive a car, let alone a… space thing.” He didn’t seem to be listening, though, because he was too busy herding her over to the other side of the console. She paid careful attention to what she was told, desperately not wanting to fuck this up because, well, it was the TARDIS. She couldn’t fuck up flying the TARDIS, or he’d probably never speak to her again. Taking hold of the dome and halting its movements, she nodded at him. “This part seems fairly straightforward,” she falteringly stated, hoping it wasn’t going to get any more difficult.
He noticed her hesitation and glanced up at her grinning. “Ah. Yes. Well, on the bright side, I can actually help you fly the, um…space thing.” He quirked an eyebrow at her naming and felt the TARDIS flash indignantly through his mind. “Oh, now! C’mon!” he called out to the ship. “You’re a glorious space thing! It’s a compliment!”
Flitting easily around the console, he came up behind her and placed a hand over hers reassuringly on the console. “Now this one,” he reached for her other hand, “goes here,” and laid it on a small lever to the left. “Don’t pull that until I tell you.” This left his arms on either side of her shelteringly, hands still poised over the backs of hers. The Doctor dropped a kiss onto her shoulder. “You’ll do fine. Don’t panic.” The lights warmed softly in the control room and he grinned up at the panels. “See! She thinks you can do it!”
"Dogs don’t wear pants," was her cheeky response, fired back at him as she pulled him down the corridor. In her head, though, revolved the words she had almost said. She was being ridiculous again, she knew that much. They’d only acknowledged the idea that something was there a few hours ago, so to think that it might be love… Well, Tabatha needed to slow down, she decided, and quickly pushed her thoughts into the back of her mind to be dealt with later.
The bright look on his face when he spoke was enough to make her giggle, and she shook her head as she gave him a disciplinary poke to the knee. “Stop it,” she warned good-naturedly as she placed herself on the other side of the box, facing him. Tabatha removed the lid without answering, looking at the contents of the box for a moment before she spoke again.
"… My life, I suppose." It was a true enough answer, she thought as she glanced down at the photos, papers and other little keepsakes that lay in the box. "I just figured that… I don’t know, just that you don’t know as much about me as maybe I want you to. I thought this might help…" A blush crept slowly over her cheeks. "God, I must sound so stupid to you."
"You don’t miss a trick, do you?" he teased good-naturedly as he followed her lead.
He wasn’t prepared for her little jab to the knee and at that, he actually did laugh.”Oi! If I’m behaving badly, then I learned it from you!” The cheeky grin faltered slightly as she joined him on the bed and opened the box. It was full of just the sort of worthless ephemera that could contain entire universes in its hidden meaning. He should know. He had a whole room full of just this sort of thing elsewhere on the TARDIS.
When she answered the question, he glanced up at her in awe and surprise, but tried to keep his face neutral so as not to make her more nervous. At her notion of sounding stupid, he reached out to gently grasp both her hands in his. “Hey,” he prompted, trying to catch her eye, “there is nothing stupid about this. This is…I’m flattered.” He favored her with a brilliant smile. “So, tell me everything. You have my undivided attention!”
//Contest Prize Drabble for marthajonesalmostadoctor.
~The Doctor’s thoughts during and after the episode 42.~
This drabble became a one-shot, so the one-shot for First might become a novel. xD It’s hard to say. I have no self control. Lol Enjoy!//