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jesterladyficTitle: Until They Rest in You
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ten/Martha, Spock/Uhura
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 the show. The title is by Augustine
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
The thing the Doctor loved about his life was that every Companion was different. There was always something new and exciting to learn about them. Martha Jones was no exception. She kept a large amount of medical texts in her room for revision, when she wasn’t reading all about alien physiology in the Tardis library. She always wanted to be the first one out of the door when they landed somewhere, but she never usurped the Doctor’s authority. She was vastly emotional but he could calm her down with a quiet, “Martha,” and a wink. It wasn’t until later that he realized it was because she trusted him completely. There was nowhere she didn’t want to visit, but she loved to go home and see her family. She let the Doctor be alone for hours, tinkering with the console or reading, but was always ready to talk when he came knocking on her door. She made new friends with every alien that didn’t try to kill them and some that did. Her intelligence and willingness to learn were the perfect complement to his own genius and propensity for rushing ahead.
The Doctor loved her. And there kept on being more to her which he found
fascinating. Maybe he’d forgotten all he knew about humans while he’d been away, but
he’d come to the impression that there was only so much to them. He was wrong, which
he supposed was bound to happen sooner or later. He often mumbled a line from
Lord of the Rings (no one like Tolkien in the whole universe, he says), when
Martha did something amazing. She finally convinced him to repeat it at an audible
level.
“Humans, (hobbits actually, Martha), really are amazing creatures. You can
learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, yet after a hundred years
they can still surprise you.”
She laughed at him for weeks after that one. But he didn’t mind because it
was a reminder of how wonderful she’d made his life.
Even more wonderful was the day he entered without knocking and she hastily
switched something off her view screen.
“Keeping secrets from me already? That isn’t supposed to happen for another
three years.”
“Don’t act like you know the future, Doctor, because you don’t.”
“Timelord means nothing to you, I suppose.”
“I know perfectly well you wouldn’t cross your own timeline so recklessly.”
“I never met a Companion that didn’t try to one up me sooner or later,” he
grumbled, flopping down on the couch. “With you it’s sooner.”
“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles and have to regenerate.”
“Perish the thought,” he shuddered and pinched her toe. “Come on, what are
you really up to?”
“I don’t want you to laugh at me,” she said.
“Would I?”
“You always do.”
“Yes, I always do. You’re right, but why deny me the pleasure? It’s mostly
you laughing at me, come on!” he pleaded.
“I can’t resist those eyes,” Martha groaned. “Fine, but remember that just
because we live in a Tardis and wander the universe doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate
other people’s creative take on space travel.”
“Perusing some science fiction, were we?”
She clicked on the viewer for answer. The Doctor watched in incredulous
delight as the original Star Trek flashed onto the screen.
“Martha Jones,” he crowed, “are you a closet Trekkie?”
“Only really closet with you,” she admitted and gestured at the view screen.
“I’m more of a Next Generation girl, but my dad always watched the original
and brought me up with both. When I was back on earth last week, I saw the new movie
and it awoke all my interest. But my life is more amazing than the Enterprise, so it
seems silly.”
“Au contraire, Miss Jones, ooh, another French term I should use more often,
Star Trek is brilliant, amazing, fantastic, and you know why?”
“Do I want to?”
“Oh, go on, ask.”
“Fine, why?”
“Because it was all my idea!”
“Get out of here. No way.”
Her eyebrows did that thing he loved where they almost disappeared into her
hair.
“I swear by my dead planet.”
And then Martha would know he was serious.
“But why would you do that? It’s not real, is it?”
“As real as anything. You just haven’t been there yet.”
“But wouldn’t the real Kirk and Spock and Starfleet get kinda confused when
they see themselves on video before they do anything?”
“Ah, that’s the beauty of being a Timelord. Great fire/earthquake/hurricane
/tsunami, basically an alien caused catastrophe, wiped every copy of it in the late
twenty first century. And then time takes care of the memories and, voila, no
knowledge of it before it begins. Or maybe it helps it begin, who knows?”
“I’m guessing you do,” Martha said, swatting his leg.
“Ouch! Well, yes, but not everything. See, I obviously thought it would be
wonderful for humanity to know some more about their future without confusing their
timelines!”
“You say that like you haven’t done it yet.”
“Well, I’ve been meaning to, but I just get so caught up.”
“Yes, I can see that. But how do you know you did it if you haven’t done it?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Martha,” he said, grinning. “The perfect
Companion for this adventure. Come on!” He grabbed her hand and took off running
down the corridors. He reached a random trunk in the hallway. “S, s, s. Star
Wars, no, too far, Slitheen, not far enough, Sontaran…ah, Star Trek.”
And he brought out a brown, leather book, bound like a journal. He handed it
reverently to her and she opened it carefully.
“ 'To Gene Roddenberry, care of the Doctor, with love from the Doctor.'
You’re mad,” she said, turning to him. “Did you get it from yourself?”
“Just showed up one day, but, of course, I brought it here for me to
deliver. Just hadn’t done it yet.”
She skimmed through it some more.
“This has everything. Wait, this even has the new movie, it’s here at the
end. But, how is that possible?”
“I don’t know everything,” the Doctor grumbled. “But I must find out
eventually.” He cheered up. “Otherwise, how could I write about it?”
“Very logical, I’m sure,” she answered skeptically. “Now, let’s go give this
to thing to Mr. Roddenberry.”
“Can’t wait to see my old pal, Gene. Excellent imagination, but, thankfully,
he stuck mostly to the script, except when he died and they decided to make
Enterprise without consulting the journal at all. Was glad it got wiped out.
Sacrilege that.”
“After we drop it off, could we go see Starfleet?”
“Well…”
“Please, Doctor! I won’t ask to go home for six months. Please.”
“You know I never mind taking you home.”
“But you do mind seeing my mother.”
“Ooh, there is that. All right, Gene, Starfleet and then after a very long
time, your mother.”
Martha smiled and his hearts started to beat faster.
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ten/Martha, Spock/Uhura
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 the show. The title is by Augustine
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
The thing the Doctor loved about his life was that every Companion was different. There was always something new and exciting to learn about them. Martha Jones was no exception. She kept a large amount of medical texts in her room for revision, when she wasn’t reading all about alien physiology in the Tardis library. She always wanted to be the first one out of the door when they landed somewhere, but she never usurped the Doctor’s authority. She was vastly emotional but he could calm her down with a quiet, “Martha,” and a wink. It wasn’t until later that he realized it was because she trusted him completely. There was nowhere she didn’t want to visit, but she loved to go home and see her family. She let the Doctor be alone for hours, tinkering with the console or reading, but was always ready to talk when he came knocking on her door. She made new friends with every alien that didn’t try to kill them and some that did. Her intelligence and willingness to learn were the perfect complement to his own genius and propensity for rushing ahead.
The Doctor loved her. And there kept on being more to her which he found
fascinating. Maybe he’d forgotten all he knew about humans while he’d been away, but
he’d come to the impression that there was only so much to them. He was wrong, which
he supposed was bound to happen sooner or later. He often mumbled a line from
Lord of the Rings (no one like Tolkien in the whole universe, he says), when
Martha did something amazing. She finally convinced him to repeat it at an audible
level.
“Humans, (hobbits actually, Martha), really are amazing creatures. You can
learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, yet after a hundred years
they can still surprise you.”
She laughed at him for weeks after that one. But he didn’t mind because it
was a reminder of how wonderful she’d made his life.
Even more wonderful was the day he entered without knocking and she hastily
switched something off her view screen.
“Keeping secrets from me already? That isn’t supposed to happen for another
three years.”
“Don’t act like you know the future, Doctor, because you don’t.”
“Timelord means nothing to you, I suppose.”
“I know perfectly well you wouldn’t cross your own timeline so recklessly.”
“I never met a Companion that didn’t try to one up me sooner or later,” he
grumbled, flopping down on the couch. “With you it’s sooner.”
“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles and have to regenerate.”
“Perish the thought,” he shuddered and pinched her toe. “Come on, what are
you really up to?”
“I don’t want you to laugh at me,” she said.
“Would I?”
“You always do.”
“Yes, I always do. You’re right, but why deny me the pleasure? It’s mostly
you laughing at me, come on!” he pleaded.
“I can’t resist those eyes,” Martha groaned. “Fine, but remember that just
because we live in a Tardis and wander the universe doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate
other people’s creative take on space travel.”
“Perusing some science fiction, were we?”
She clicked on the viewer for answer. The Doctor watched in incredulous
delight as the original Star Trek flashed onto the screen.
“Martha Jones,” he crowed, “are you a closet Trekkie?”
“Only really closet with you,” she admitted and gestured at the view screen.
“I’m more of a Next Generation girl, but my dad always watched the original
and brought me up with both. When I was back on earth last week, I saw the new movie
and it awoke all my interest. But my life is more amazing than the Enterprise, so it
seems silly.”
“Au contraire, Miss Jones, ooh, another French term I should use more often,
Star Trek is brilliant, amazing, fantastic, and you know why?”
“Do I want to?”
“Oh, go on, ask.”
“Fine, why?”
“Because it was all my idea!”
“Get out of here. No way.”
Her eyebrows did that thing he loved where they almost disappeared into her
hair.
“I swear by my dead planet.”
And then Martha would know he was serious.
“But why would you do that? It’s not real, is it?”
“As real as anything. You just haven’t been there yet.”
“But wouldn’t the real Kirk and Spock and Starfleet get kinda confused when
they see themselves on video before they do anything?”
“Ah, that’s the beauty of being a Timelord. Great fire/earthquake/hurricane
/tsunami, basically an alien caused catastrophe, wiped every copy of it in the late
twenty first century. And then time takes care of the memories and, voila, no
knowledge of it before it begins. Or maybe it helps it begin, who knows?”
“I’m guessing you do,” Martha said, swatting his leg.
“Ouch! Well, yes, but not everything. See, I obviously thought it would be
wonderful for humanity to know some more about their future without confusing their
timelines!”
“You say that like you haven’t done it yet.”
“Well, I’ve been meaning to, but I just get so caught up.”
“Yes, I can see that. But how do you know you did it if you haven’t done it?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Martha,” he said, grinning. “The perfect
Companion for this adventure. Come on!” He grabbed her hand and took off running
down the corridors. He reached a random trunk in the hallway. “S, s, s. Star
Wars, no, too far, Slitheen, not far enough, Sontaran…ah, Star Trek.”
And he brought out a brown, leather book, bound like a journal. He handed it
reverently to her and she opened it carefully.
“ 'To Gene Roddenberry, care of the Doctor, with love from the Doctor.'
You’re mad,” she said, turning to him. “Did you get it from yourself?”
“Just showed up one day, but, of course, I brought it here for me to
deliver. Just hadn’t done it yet.”
She skimmed through it some more.
“This has everything. Wait, this even has the new movie, it’s here at the
end. But, how is that possible?”
“I don’t know everything,” the Doctor grumbled. “But I must find out
eventually.” He cheered up. “Otherwise, how could I write about it?”
“Very logical, I’m sure,” she answered skeptically. “Now, let’s go give this
to thing to Mr. Roddenberry.”
“Can’t wait to see my old pal, Gene. Excellent imagination, but, thankfully,
he stuck mostly to the script, except when he died and they decided to make
Enterprise without consulting the journal at all. Was glad it got wiped out.
Sacrilege that.”
“After we drop it off, could we go see Starfleet?”
“Well…”
“Please, Doctor! I won’t ask to go home for six months. Please.”
“You know I never mind taking you home.”
“But you do mind seeing my mother.”
“Ooh, there is that. All right, Gene, Starfleet and then after a very long
time, your mother.”
Martha smiled and his hearts started to beat faster.
