jesterladyfic | DW/ST Crossover: Until They Rest in You Ch. One

Title: Until They Rest in You
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Doctor and Martha get sucked into the Reboot Universe.
A/N: There were two things I wanted to satisfy by writing this story. One, that Star Trek was all the Doctor's idea, and Two, that the Doctor, (though I personally think of him as more asexual), would love Martha if he hadn't have met her right after losing Rose.
Disclaimer: I don't own DW or ST. Some of the lines are directly from Smith And Jones. The title is by Augustine

Prologue

Chapter One

The Judoon weren’t exactly his favorite creatures in the universe. Their propensity for justice without mercy and fighting for the highest bidder did not endear them to him. So, when he was on a balcony, in hospital, on the moon, next to the most brilliant human he’d met in a long time, he didn’t greet their arrival with joy. Nevertheless, situations like this were what he lived for.

“Shall we go greet our guests?” he asked Martha Jones.

“It would be the proper thing to do,” she said to the complete stranger
calling himself the Doctor.

“Right, well, let it never be said I didn’t do right by manners.”

Off they went and the situation deepened.

He’d never hide his alien nature from anyone, well, that was a lie, he might,
he had, but certainly not from this bright-eyed creature who thought so well. And
it’s not like he could anyway with the Judoon shining lights in his face and trying
to kill him. He really didn’t like Judoon.

He grasped Martha’s hand and ran, never questioning how well it fit in his,
just feeling the thrill of the chase and the unknown. Figuring out the problem was
his favorite part. They ran and ran but it wasn’t enough.

A brilliant idea crossed his mind. The most scathingly, brilliant idea he’d
ever had. Oh, but it was brilliant. Oh, but it would be taken the wrong way.
Humans weren’t capable of dividing emotions quite as easily as Timelords. Or as
anyone else in the universe for that matter.

But it would be easy and it would be nice. She really did have a lovely face
and her eyes lit up like crystals and his hearts beat just a little bit faster now,
he was sure of it. He just hoped she would understand.

“Please understand, this is a diversion, it’s not for…I don’t mean…oh,
Rassilon,” and he framed her face in his and kissed her.

It was even better than he’d imagined and he could sense her thinking the
same thing as her heart beat sped up and her skin was flushed as he pulled away.
Amazingly, he didn’t want to, but the Judoon were coming and there was an alien
killing people and wouldn’t it be simpler if he had a simple life? But then he
wouldn’t be carrying away the memory of her lips and her eyes and her wit and the
feel of her hand in his.

And she wouldn’t be saving his life, giving up her last breath, using common
sense and intuition and training and emotion and a special something all her own.
And he wanted to give her the world, but all he could do was hold her in his arms as
the rain fell upwards and they were put right by Judoon H2O scoops. Judoon weren’t
very nice creatures, but at least they followed the rules.

He couldn’t stay for the follow up questions, couldn’t be there when Martha
was accosted by her sister and the media descended in swarms. He couldn’t let
himself get caught up in earth affairs, didn’t want to meet any UNIT personnel who
wouldn’t recognize him anyway. But he’d made up his mind as to what he would do next.

He didn’t want to intrude but he felt ridiculously angry at the whole of the
Jones family. It wasn’t like he didn’t know anything about family drama, oh, did he,
but didn’t they know their daughter had been a hero today? Didn’t they know she was
brilliant and wonderful and if he could see that and didn’t even know her then they
must be blind.

The conversation had gotten to an inevitable, ‘when are you going to meet
someone nice, Martha?’ bit when the Doctor made his move.

He sat down at the table next to Martha, wasn’t it lucky she was sitting on
the outside?

“Hello, I’m the Doctor.”

“Who are you?”

“Martha wanted me to drop in and meet the folks but I was very busy, quite a
consuming job, my job, and I only just made it in time. Didn’t want to get her hopes
up, my, you look fetching tonight,” he ended, turning to her.

She blushed appropriately, but he could see wry humor in the back of her eyes.

“Why, thank you, Doctor. So glad you could join us. Staying long?”

“No, no, must dash, wish I could have some of that steak though, looks even
edible, but the universe calls, I’ll wait for you.”

And he kissed Martha on the cheek and strode out the door leaving the Jones
family completely stymied as to what had just happened. That’s how he liked to leave
people. They would bombard Martha with questions, but she could handle it, his
Martha. Funny how she was already his Martha. He was getting sentimental in his old
age, that or he was high off being around humans again. Loveable, silly things.

He waited for her around the corner and when she saw him he enigmatically
disappeared, knowing she would follow.

“I went to the moon today.”

“A bit more peaceful than down here.”

“You never even told me who you are.”

“I’m the Doctor.”

“But what sort of species? And it's not every day I get to ask that.”

“I'm a Timelord.”

“Right. Not pompous at all, then.”

He had to laugh at that.

“I just thought...since you saved my life, and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver
which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip.”

“What? Into space? But...I can't, I've got exams, I've got things to do. I've got
to go into town first thing and pay the rent, and I've got my family going mad-“

Oh, she was a responsible one, so mature, he liked her.

“If it helps...I can travel in time, as well.”

“Get out of here.”

But still young and excited.

“I can!”

“Oh, come on. That's going too far.”

“I'll prove it.” And he disappeared into the Tardis and grinned at the expression on
her face he was about to see. He opened the door again. “Told you!”

“No, but...that was this morning, but...did you just…? You can travel in time! But
hold on, if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go to work?”

“Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks.”

“And that's your spaceship?”

“It's called the Tardis. Time And Relative Dimension In Space.”

“Your spaceship is made of wood. But there's not much room, we'd be
a bit... intimate.”

Images flashed into his head at the thought and for a second he wished the
Tardis wasn’t quite so spacious. But that wouldn’t do at all, he wasn’t a hormonal
human trying to pick someone up. He was a Timelord looking for a Companion.

“Take a look.”

And she did and, oh, the look on her face.

“No, no, no...” and she ran back outside and then in again. “But it's just a
box...but it's huge! How does it do that? It's wood! It's like a box with that
room just....crammed in! It's bigger on the inside!”

“Is it? I hadn't noticed.”

He was always at his most sarcastic when he was enjoying himself.

“But...is there a crew? Like, the navigator and stuff, where is everyone?”

“It's just me.”

“All on your own?”

“And you,” he said, winking at her. “Sometimes I have...guests. I mean, sort of
friends, travelling alongside me. Been a long time since I had a human. Forgotten
how flighty you lot are.”

“You're the one who kissed me,” she said cheekily, not paying any attention to his
slight.

Oh, that would come back to haunt him. Still, he was glad she wasn’t ignoring it.

“That was a genetic transfer,” he said weakly.

“And if you will wear a tight suit.”

She was teasing him! Teasing him. Well, that’s what he got for taking her
onboard.

“Now, don't.”

Was she really thinking about his suit?

“And then travel all the way across the universe to ask me on a date.”

“Stop it! A date, really? Well…stop it.”

“For the record, I'm not remotely interested. I only go for humans.”

How silly to feel rejected. Yes, he was very silly. But was that doubt on her face
as well? No time to think about it. No, better not.

“Good! Now then, let's have a look. Close down the Gravitic Anomalyser. Fire up
the Helmic Regulator. And finally...the handbrake! Ready?”

“No!”

“And off we go!”

“Blimey! It's a bit bumpy!”

She clung to the console and he had a million images of other Companions doing the
same. Oh, he did like starting from scratch. He reached to grasp her hand.

“Welcome aboard, Miss Jones.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Smith.”

He slammed down the lever. He was in his element now. Sure, up on the moon, dealing
with Judoon and Plasmavores and getting drained and resuscitated, he was fine, but in
the Tardis he was home. Now home with someone new all because of an adventure on the
moon. How he loved Judoon. My, they were marvelous creatures. Just not as
marvelous as his Martha Jones.