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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 Smith And Jones. The title is by Augustine
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Gene Roddenberry was nothing like Martha imagined. Sure, she’d seen him in interviews and was familiar with his work, but meeting him in person was fulfilling geeky dreams and disappointing at the same time.
He appeared to know the Doctor already which Martha didn’t find surprising.
“Gene, this is Martha Jones, my Companion.”
“Pleasant to meet you.”
She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she could gush about how she
loved his work because he hadn’t done it yet and really had never done it at all if
the idea was from the Doctor.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
There, that should be respectful enough, even for the Doctor. He smiled down
at her like he knew how she was restraining herself. He probably did.
“What brings you here, Doctor?”
“Got a present for you.” The Doctor brought out the book. “No need to thank
me, but this will be legendary, I promise.”
Gene flipped through it, mouth gaping.
“But this is extraordinary! Did you write all this?”
“The words,” the Doctor said enigmatically. “But the soul can be yours,
Gene. I know you’re struggling a bit right now, so here’s your future.”
“You don’t want credit?”
“Hate to see my name anywhere.”
“You never do see your name anywhere,” Martha said quietly.
The Doctor nudged her.
“The Doctor is a perfectly fine name,” he protested.
“Not so much a name,” she rejoined.
“Then why did you join the universe in regarding me as such?”
“Because you earned it,” she said simply.
His eyes glowed with appreciation and she suddenly felt like if they were
alone he might have kissed her. Which brought up all sorts of issues and questions
that she’d succeeded in quieting since their first meeting.
But Gene was still right there, gawking at the book and, thankfully, not
paying much attention.
“The alien that ate from his own stomach wasn’t going over too well,” Gene
confided.
“I should say not! I think Spock will be much better received in logic and
Number One will have to wait.”
“Fine, fine, so I can use this?”
“Of course, it’s to you after all. Enjoy my friend because we’re off to
Starfleet!”
The Doctor grabbed Martha’s hand and they left, Gene staring after them in
puzzlement.
***
“So, where to, Miss Jones?” the Doctor asked, a sly smile on his face.
“You know where. Starfleet, Mr. Smith.”
“As you wish.” The Doctor started flicking the controls of the Tardis in a
frantic pattern that only he could discern. “Early days, I think,” he mumbled. “Yes, very early days, after First Contact, hmmm, ah, yes.”
He pulled the lever and they rocketed forward in time.
“Bumpy as per usual,” Martha said, picking herself up.
The Doctor laughed.
“Remind me to take you surfing sometime.”
“I’ve been surfing.”
“Not like I’ll take you.”
“I believe it. Is that a promise?”
“Naturally.”
He opened the Tardis doors and Martha gasped at the beauty of the earth as it
hung in space. She’d seen it before, several times, but now there were space
stations orbiting the planet and the moon had a base on it.
“It’s beautiful. Why haven’t we landed though? I thought we were going to
see Starfleet?”
“This is Starfleet. But we’re going step by step and don’t ruin your tour by
being inquisitive!” He gently tapped her nose before capturing her fingers. “Now…”
But then the Tardis started to shake violently and an alarm started to sound.
“What? What! What!”
The Doctor ran over to the controls and started pushing them uselessly,
looking at the view screen with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Martha hastily closed the Tardis doors and tried to make her way up the ramp,
but was thrown to the floor. The Tardis continued to shudder.
“Doctor, what’s happening?”
“Give us a minute!” he shouted. “No, no, no! I won’t do that again.”
He grabbed the hammer from its position and prepared to swing, but another
violent shake threw him to the floor next to Martha.
“Beaten?” she inquired.
He grasped her hands and braced his feet.
“Don’t you beat all?” he laughed slightly, the previous anger seeming to
fade.
The Tardis slowly came to a halt and Martha felt her insides return to normal.
“Now where are we?” Martha asked, brushing herself off. “But if we have to
put off my Starfleet visit, I’m going to be very annoyed,” she said, putting her hand
on a coral strut as if to communicate with the Tardis.
“She’s laughing at you,” the Doctor said. “In amusement.”
“Then I guess she has a treat in store,” Martha said.
The Doctor squeezed her hand and then looked at the view screen.
“Martha, you’re not going to believe this.”
She leaned over his shoulder.
“What is it?”
“We’re right where we were, but in another universe.”
“What? You said that wasn’t possible! Otherwise you would have gone to get
Rose.”
“I know, I know. But…” he took off his glasses and pinched his nose “...this
is different, we’re in the eye of the storm, so to speak, an alternate timeline was
created around us and the Tardis is holding open a crack back to our timeline, but
the events were different enough to create a parallel world and I think I know what
it is, but let’s not jump to conclusions, never mind that, I already did, and we’d
better get moving.”
Martha shook her head, trying to follow his reasoning, a hard task at the
best of times.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Course, I’m always okay.”
“Somehow, I doubt it.”
“You doubt me?”
“I don’t doubt your willingness to protect other people by not telling them
the truth. You forget how much you’ve told me.”
“Martha,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, “I remember every word
I’ve ever said to you.”
She blushed and looked down, but when she looked up the moment was gone
because he was grabbing his coat and performing a complicated dance as he tried to
put it on and materialize the Tardis at the same time.
“You wanted to meet them,” he said, pulling some levers, “and here they are.
Martha Jones, allow me to present the crew of the Enterprise.”
He pushed the view screen over to her and she gasped at the view of the
Enterprise that filled the screen.
“It’s so neat,” she squealed. The Doctor smiled. “So…we’re in the movie,
the new movie?”
“Your surmise is correct. I believe that’s where we are. No wonder we knew
about it then in my future and the other timeline. We’re the only ones who could
bring that joy to the unsuspecting populace. Congratulations, Martha.”
“I haven’t done anything yet!”
“You will. Now, since we know what’s going to happen, whaddaya say we help
them do it?”
“You do break the First Law of Time!” she said, following him as he went to
punch in more controls.
“Nobody to stop me,” he said with a touch of sadness. She put her hand on
his shoulder silently and he just as silently placed his over hers. “Shall we just
appear on the Bridge?”
“Engineering! I want to see the warp core.”
“I don’t half love your geekiness,” he said and made it so.
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 Smith And Jones. The title is by Augustine
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Gene Roddenberry was nothing like Martha imagined. Sure, she’d seen him in interviews and was familiar with his work, but meeting him in person was fulfilling geeky dreams and disappointing at the same time.
He appeared to know the Doctor already which Martha didn’t find surprising.
“Gene, this is Martha Jones, my Companion.”
“Pleasant to meet you.”
She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she could gush about how she
loved his work because he hadn’t done it yet and really had never done it at all if
the idea was from the Doctor.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
There, that should be respectful enough, even for the Doctor. He smiled down
at her like he knew how she was restraining herself. He probably did.
“What brings you here, Doctor?”
“Got a present for you.” The Doctor brought out the book. “No need to thank
me, but this will be legendary, I promise.”
Gene flipped through it, mouth gaping.
“But this is extraordinary! Did you write all this?”
“The words,” the Doctor said enigmatically. “But the soul can be yours,
Gene. I know you’re struggling a bit right now, so here’s your future.”
“You don’t want credit?”
“Hate to see my name anywhere.”
“You never do see your name anywhere,” Martha said quietly.
The Doctor nudged her.
“The Doctor is a perfectly fine name,” he protested.
“Not so much a name,” she rejoined.
“Then why did you join the universe in regarding me as such?”
“Because you earned it,” she said simply.
His eyes glowed with appreciation and she suddenly felt like if they were
alone he might have kissed her. Which brought up all sorts of issues and questions
that she’d succeeded in quieting since their first meeting.
But Gene was still right there, gawking at the book and, thankfully, not
paying much attention.
“The alien that ate from his own stomach wasn’t going over too well,” Gene
confided.
“I should say not! I think Spock will be much better received in logic and
Number One will have to wait.”
“Fine, fine, so I can use this?”
“Of course, it’s to you after all. Enjoy my friend because we’re off to
Starfleet!”
The Doctor grabbed Martha’s hand and they left, Gene staring after them in
puzzlement.
***
“So, where to, Miss Jones?” the Doctor asked, a sly smile on his face.
“You know where. Starfleet, Mr. Smith.”
“As you wish.” The Doctor started flicking the controls of the Tardis in a
frantic pattern that only he could discern. “Early days, I think,” he mumbled. “Yes, very early days, after First Contact, hmmm, ah, yes.”
He pulled the lever and they rocketed forward in time.
“Bumpy as per usual,” Martha said, picking herself up.
The Doctor laughed.
“Remind me to take you surfing sometime.”
“I’ve been surfing.”
“Not like I’ll take you.”
“I believe it. Is that a promise?”
“Naturally.”
He opened the Tardis doors and Martha gasped at the beauty of the earth as it
hung in space. She’d seen it before, several times, but now there were space
stations orbiting the planet and the moon had a base on it.
“It’s beautiful. Why haven’t we landed though? I thought we were going to
see Starfleet?”
“This is Starfleet. But we’re going step by step and don’t ruin your tour by
being inquisitive!” He gently tapped her nose before capturing her fingers. “Now…”
But then the Tardis started to shake violently and an alarm started to sound.
“What? What! What!”
The Doctor ran over to the controls and started pushing them uselessly,
looking at the view screen with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Martha hastily closed the Tardis doors and tried to make her way up the ramp,
but was thrown to the floor. The Tardis continued to shudder.
“Doctor, what’s happening?”
“Give us a minute!” he shouted. “No, no, no! I won’t do that again.”
He grabbed the hammer from its position and prepared to swing, but another
violent shake threw him to the floor next to Martha.
“Beaten?” she inquired.
He grasped her hands and braced his feet.
“Don’t you beat all?” he laughed slightly, the previous anger seeming to
fade.
The Tardis slowly came to a halt and Martha felt her insides return to normal.
“Now where are we?” Martha asked, brushing herself off. “But if we have to
put off my Starfleet visit, I’m going to be very annoyed,” she said, putting her hand
on a coral strut as if to communicate with the Tardis.
“She’s laughing at you,” the Doctor said. “In amusement.”
“Then I guess she has a treat in store,” Martha said.
The Doctor squeezed her hand and then looked at the view screen.
“Martha, you’re not going to believe this.”
She leaned over his shoulder.
“What is it?”
“We’re right where we were, but in another universe.”
“What? You said that wasn’t possible! Otherwise you would have gone to get
Rose.”
“I know, I know. But…” he took off his glasses and pinched his nose “...this
is different, we’re in the eye of the storm, so to speak, an alternate timeline was
created around us and the Tardis is holding open a crack back to our timeline, but
the events were different enough to create a parallel world and I think I know what
it is, but let’s not jump to conclusions, never mind that, I already did, and we’d
better get moving.”
Martha shook her head, trying to follow his reasoning, a hard task at the
best of times.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Course, I’m always okay.”
“Somehow, I doubt it.”
“You doubt me?”
“I don’t doubt your willingness to protect other people by not telling them
the truth. You forget how much you’ve told me.”
“Martha,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, “I remember every word
I’ve ever said to you.”
She blushed and looked down, but when she looked up the moment was gone
because he was grabbing his coat and performing a complicated dance as he tried to
put it on and materialize the Tardis at the same time.
“You wanted to meet them,” he said, pulling some levers, “and here they are.
Martha Jones, allow me to present the crew of the Enterprise.”
He pushed the view screen over to her and she gasped at the view of the
Enterprise that filled the screen.
“It’s so neat,” she squealed. The Doctor smiled. “So…we’re in the movie,
the new movie?”
“Your surmise is correct. I believe that’s where we are. No wonder we knew
about it then in my future and the other timeline. We’re the only ones who could
bring that joy to the unsuspecting populace. Congratulations, Martha.”
“I haven’t done anything yet!”
“You will. Now, since we know what’s going to happen, whaddaya say we help
them do it?”
“You do break the First Law of Time!” she said, following him as he went to
punch in more controls.
“Nobody to stop me,” he said with a touch of sadness. She put her hand on
his shoulder silently and he just as silently placed his over hers. “Shall we just
appear on the Bridge?”
“Engineering! I want to see the warp core.”
“I don’t half love your geekiness,” he said and made it so.
