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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 and the 2009 movie. The title is by Augustine
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
As soon as they landed, the Doctor heard raised voices and congratulated himself on his timing, he was really getting very good. He heard contempt in his mind originating from the Tardis, but he brushed that away. Let her take all the credit, he was the pilot and he said so. Then he patted her console to show he felt no hard feelings and was practically shoved out the door by the force of her mind, Martha right behind him.
They found themselves on the Bridge of the Enterprise and everyone staring at
them. Kirk was choking as Spock let go of his neck.
“Excellent timing, Doctor,” Kirk rasped out.
Spock backed off, breathing heavily, apparently not even considering the
intruders who had again appeared on the Bridge, this time with a big, blue box.
“Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty. I hereby relinquish my command based
on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date
in the ship’s log.”
He left the Bridge and his father followed him.
“I could do that, but I’m not…oh, you meant that doctor. Right, sorry.” And
the Doctor shut up.
Doctor McCoy spoke up.
“Well, congratulations, Jim, now we’ve got no Captain and no first officer to
replace him. And let’s not forget the police box problem. Whatever the hell that
is.”
“It’s a time machine.” The Doctor beamed. “Wanna see?”
“I’ll keep my distance, thank you. I don’t suppose Security is going to
enter into this at some point?”
“Nope,” Kirk said, massaging his throat and placing himself in the Captain’s
chair. “I’ll be taking command and these guys are all right.”
“You? Jim, what the hell are you playing at?”
“Pike make him first officer,” Sulu confirmed.
Consternation and joy were mixed among the Enterprise crew.
“I sure hope you know what you’re doing…Captain.”
Uhura was probably among the consternation group then.
“So do I. Doctor, Martha, take a seat. Mr. Sulu, set a course to Earth.
We’ve gotta catch up to that ship.”
“I don’t like space travel when I’m not doing it,” the Doctor groaned, but he
sat down as Kirk opened the com to speak to the entire ship.
“I’m in a film,” Martha replied, obviously not really paying attention.
“Oh, that’s right, ignore my pain. I should send you home.”
“You couldn’t survive without me,” she said, still not paying attention.
“No, I really couldn’t,” he said softly and that got her attention.
She turned and looked at him.
“Doctor?”
“Martha, I…well, you know and it’s all like that time…and then we did that
and you were there and the sense came out of nowhere and now it’s all perfectly…well,
like it is.”
Her eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“We’ll talk about this later,” she said. “Because your circuits are
obviously extremely fried.”
“Haven’t got any circuits, well, maybe one or two, but nobody knows that, not
even you and oh, blimey.”
McCoy was watching them with an expression of incredulity on his face.
“Jim, you mind explaining the babbling idiot and his friend here?”
“Oh, met them down on the planet, they gave me a lift.”
“So, that’s how you got on the ship?”
“What? No, Scotty’s the brilliant one here.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling everybody for years,” Scotty agreed. “I tell
ya, one argument and it’s over.”
“This is fascinating, but, Jim, we’ve gotta come up with a plan and right
now. What are you gonna do when we catch the ship?”
“Right, that’s my cue,” the Doctor said and bounded out of his seat. He
leaned over Chekov’s chair. “Right, Pavel, old boy, young boy right now, how’s about
this?”
And he started whispering in the young man’s ear.
“That is, that is, but that is…oh, I see. And then we do this…”
Chekov started to babble himself and the Doctor smiled and slid away.
***
Martha noticed Serak come back into the room and Uhura look up anxiously then glance at the clock.
Martha touched the Doctor’s arm and he nodded in understanding. Martha
sidled past Uhura while Kirk and McCoy started arguing and Scotty finally got his
towel.
“I’ll find him.”
“And what could you say? I don’t even know you.”
“Sorry, I’m Martha Jones. I’m a friend and I was in favor of the new
relationship even when a lot of fans were mad.”
“What?”
“Sorry, uh, I’ll just make sure he’s okay for you.”
Uhura looked after her, looking puzzled, but seemingly reassured.
Martha walked down the hall.
“Computer,” she said, nearly buzzing with excitement, “where is Commander
Spock?”
“Commander Spock is in Transporter Room Two.”
“Right, I knew that, saw the film. Uh, Computer, how does one get to
Transporter Room Two?”
“Follow the conduits on the wall panel.”
“Right, okay.”
Martha used her knowledge from traveling with the Doctor and growing up
watching Star Trek as she tried to understand the figures on the wall. She
quickly got the hang of it and followed the wall to the transporter room.
Spock was standing by the control panel.
“Uh, hi.”
“Martha Jones, was it not?” he said, without turning.
“Yeah. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“Considering my confession of emotional compromise that was not necessary
since you knew the answer before you asked the question.”
“I don’t want to intrude, I know you don’t know me. I just wanted to make
sure you knew that you did the right thing.”
“In complying with Starfleet regulation, one is always doing the right thing.”
“Maybe you won’t always feel that way,” Martha said, smiling to herself.
“It is a fact, Miss Jones, not a feeling.”
“Well, if I know Vulcans and I must say I know them better than I admit to
anyone, your feelings are never gone and being half human, your own feelings are
never far away. I think your father would probably tell you that too. You’re a
child of two worlds and only you can find the balance between them.”
Spock turned to face her.
“You are a curiosity.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“You are human, correct?”
“Very much so.”
“Then I thank you for counseling me in your ways. I shall need more time to
compose myself.”
“Fine, sure. Just know, they’re almost ready with a plan and…well, Uhura is
worried about you.”
“And how would you know Lieutenant Uhura’s mind?”
“Let’s just say her name is very important to a particular part of my people.”
“I must assume from what I have observed that you and the Doctor are from the
future as Nero seems to be.”
“Almost logical, not quite. Anyway, I gotta get back.”
“Goodbye, Miss Jones.”
***
The Doctor was having the time of his life and he knew Martha was too. They had watched with baited breath as Spock and Kirk completed their mission. A triumphant Mr. Scott had beamed them and Captain Pike aboard and now the Doctor watched proudly as Kirk offered Nero a choice. There was always a choice. Not that the Doctor would have fired after offering, but no one was perfect. At least he could approve of phasers more than other types of weaponry. A weapon set on stun was almost all right with him.
And then the Enterprise was caught and the Doctor groaned because he really
could have prevented it, but then he’d be changing events and he wished he didn’t
know everything as well as he did.
“I’m giving her all she’s got, Captain,” came the famous line from
Engineering and Martha almost squealed, he could tell.
“Right, time to solve the problem,” he said and shouted. “Mr. Scott, have you
thought of ejection?”
“Ejection, Doctor? Oh, right, ejection. Okay, Captain, if we eject the core and
detonate, the blast could be enough to push us away. I cannae promise anything.”
“Do it! Do it! Do it!”
There was a huge explosion and everyone hung on tightly. Martha was thrown across
the Bridge and the Doctor growled in frustration at not being able to stop it.
“Martha!”
There was no answer and as soon as the ship was cleared of the black hole, the Doctor
rocketed over to his silent companion.
“Not breathing, not breathing,” he muttered and tilted her head back, desperately
wishing that it hadn’t taken this situation for him to again have access to her lips.
“Medical emergency,” Kirk snapped.
“Looks like he’s got it,” McCoy said sarcastically as he ran onto the Bridge.
“Bones!”
“Right. Well, Doctor, if that’s even a name, let me help her.”
“There’s something lodged in her lungs.”
“Let me get her to Sick bay.”
And the Doctor watched as McCoy and his team wheeled Martha away.
“I’m so thick, so blind, this wasn’t in the movie or the journal, but they’re the
same and then, well, I should’ve known.”
He grabbed his hair in frustration.
“If he does that often, it’s a wonder he has any left,” Sulu whispered to Chekov.
“There is certainly a lot though,” Chekov observed.
“Damage report.”
Kirk listened to the reports as the Bridge crew got themselves together.
The Doctor wheeled around and went to the Tardis; he raised his screwdriver to his
lips.
“Bones, don’t you dare let her die!”
“Doctor, where are you going?” Kirk asked.
“To do what she would want me to,” the Doctor snapped and disappeared into the Tardis.
***
McCoy often thanked whatever mercies there might be for the efficiency of his medical staff, Nurse Chapel in particular. Right now they were the only thing keeping this strange woman who had appeared in a blue box from dying. That and his own skill.
“It would’ve been easier to drain the fluid,” she said, sleepily.
“And I suppose you’re the mistress of medicine.”
“Not yet, but I’m learning,” she said. “You are a couple of centuries ahead
of me though. I liked it when you grew that woman’s kidney back. Though, it wasn’t
you you.”
“Just relax.” McCoy gave her another hypo spray and went back to work. Half
an hour later he straightened with a sigh of relief and went to work on the other
injuries the explosion had caused. “The moment after victory is a doctor’s worst
nightmare,” he muttered.
***
They were getting ready to dock when the Tardis reappeared. Kirk had just called Spock back to the Bridge. He was right to do so because the Doctor exited with a human woman in tow.
“Mother?”
Spock did not move.
“It’s amazing how much the Tardis can do in materialization of matter,” the
Doctor said. “It’s really her.”
“Spock?” Amanda questioned. “Is that you?”
“I am very sure of a lot of things at this moment,” Spock replied. “The
facts do point toward my being real.”
“My son,” she cried and stepped forward to embrace him. “I was on Vulcan and
then in this strange room.”
“Doctor?” Spock questioned as he registered the very solidness of his
mother.
His doubts about the Doctor would not be vanquished until he had a logical
answer, but he found himself wanting the man to be valid.
“To give a straight answer, I rematerialized around your mother’s energy
pattern as the lock was lost and stabilized her re-entry into the material world by
using the buffering pattern enabilizer and bound it all together with the molecular
fixtrator.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“All right, I made a lot of the words up. Rest assured, your mother is
safe. Your father will be overjoyed, not that he’ll say anything. I rather like my
emotions, you Vulcans are not understandable, too Cyberman-y or Dalek-y, at least you
let others alone. Not that you did too well with the Romulans - evidence of today -
and now to important matters. Martha?”
“She’s gonna be okay. Bones said she’s out of danger,” Kirk assured him.
“Right, now before anyone goes anywhere on earth, we need to have a serious
conversation in the observation lounge, oh wait, you won’t have one yet. Well, the
seven of you and me and her need to have a serious chat.”
The seven of them, notwithstanding the ones who weren’t currently on the
Bridge, couldn’t agree more.
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 and the 2009 movie. The title is by Augustine
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
As soon as they landed, the Doctor heard raised voices and congratulated himself on his timing, he was really getting very good. He heard contempt in his mind originating from the Tardis, but he brushed that away. Let her take all the credit, he was the pilot and he said so. Then he patted her console to show he felt no hard feelings and was practically shoved out the door by the force of her mind, Martha right behind him.
They found themselves on the Bridge of the Enterprise and everyone staring at
them. Kirk was choking as Spock let go of his neck.
“Excellent timing, Doctor,” Kirk rasped out.
Spock backed off, breathing heavily, apparently not even considering the
intruders who had again appeared on the Bridge, this time with a big, blue box.
“Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty. I hereby relinquish my command based
on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date
in the ship’s log.”
He left the Bridge and his father followed him.
“I could do that, but I’m not…oh, you meant that doctor. Right, sorry.” And
the Doctor shut up.
Doctor McCoy spoke up.
“Well, congratulations, Jim, now we’ve got no Captain and no first officer to
replace him. And let’s not forget the police box problem. Whatever the hell that
is.”
“It’s a time machine.” The Doctor beamed. “Wanna see?”
“I’ll keep my distance, thank you. I don’t suppose Security is going to
enter into this at some point?”
“Nope,” Kirk said, massaging his throat and placing himself in the Captain’s
chair. “I’ll be taking command and these guys are all right.”
“You? Jim, what the hell are you playing at?”
“Pike make him first officer,” Sulu confirmed.
Consternation and joy were mixed among the Enterprise crew.
“I sure hope you know what you’re doing…Captain.”
Uhura was probably among the consternation group then.
“So do I. Doctor, Martha, take a seat. Mr. Sulu, set a course to Earth.
We’ve gotta catch up to that ship.”
“I don’t like space travel when I’m not doing it,” the Doctor groaned, but he
sat down as Kirk opened the com to speak to the entire ship.
“I’m in a film,” Martha replied, obviously not really paying attention.
“Oh, that’s right, ignore my pain. I should send you home.”
“You couldn’t survive without me,” she said, still not paying attention.
“No, I really couldn’t,” he said softly and that got her attention.
She turned and looked at him.
“Doctor?”
“Martha, I…well, you know and it’s all like that time…and then we did that
and you were there and the sense came out of nowhere and now it’s all perfectly…well,
like it is.”
Her eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“We’ll talk about this later,” she said. “Because your circuits are
obviously extremely fried.”
“Haven’t got any circuits, well, maybe one or two, but nobody knows that, not
even you and oh, blimey.”
McCoy was watching them with an expression of incredulity on his face.
“Jim, you mind explaining the babbling idiot and his friend here?”
“Oh, met them down on the planet, they gave me a lift.”
“So, that’s how you got on the ship?”
“What? No, Scotty’s the brilliant one here.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling everybody for years,” Scotty agreed. “I tell
ya, one argument and it’s over.”
“This is fascinating, but, Jim, we’ve gotta come up with a plan and right
now. What are you gonna do when we catch the ship?”
“Right, that’s my cue,” the Doctor said and bounded out of his seat. He
leaned over Chekov’s chair. “Right, Pavel, old boy, young boy right now, how’s about
this?”
And he started whispering in the young man’s ear.
“That is, that is, but that is…oh, I see. And then we do this…”
Chekov started to babble himself and the Doctor smiled and slid away.
***
Martha noticed Serak come back into the room and Uhura look up anxiously then glance at the clock.
Martha touched the Doctor’s arm and he nodded in understanding. Martha
sidled past Uhura while Kirk and McCoy started arguing and Scotty finally got his
towel.
“I’ll find him.”
“And what could you say? I don’t even know you.”
“Sorry, I’m Martha Jones. I’m a friend and I was in favor of the new
relationship even when a lot of fans were mad.”
“What?”
“Sorry, uh, I’ll just make sure he’s okay for you.”
Uhura looked after her, looking puzzled, but seemingly reassured.
Martha walked down the hall.
“Computer,” she said, nearly buzzing with excitement, “where is Commander
Spock?”
“Commander Spock is in Transporter Room Two.”
“Right, I knew that, saw the film. Uh, Computer, how does one get to
Transporter Room Two?”
“Follow the conduits on the wall panel.”
“Right, okay.”
Martha used her knowledge from traveling with the Doctor and growing up
watching Star Trek as she tried to understand the figures on the wall. She
quickly got the hang of it and followed the wall to the transporter room.
Spock was standing by the control panel.
“Uh, hi.”
“Martha Jones, was it not?” he said, without turning.
“Yeah. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“Considering my confession of emotional compromise that was not necessary
since you knew the answer before you asked the question.”
“I don’t want to intrude, I know you don’t know me. I just wanted to make
sure you knew that you did the right thing.”
“In complying with Starfleet regulation, one is always doing the right thing.”
“Maybe you won’t always feel that way,” Martha said, smiling to herself.
“It is a fact, Miss Jones, not a feeling.”
“Well, if I know Vulcans and I must say I know them better than I admit to
anyone, your feelings are never gone and being half human, your own feelings are
never far away. I think your father would probably tell you that too. You’re a
child of two worlds and only you can find the balance between them.”
Spock turned to face her.
“You are a curiosity.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“You are human, correct?”
“Very much so.”
“Then I thank you for counseling me in your ways. I shall need more time to
compose myself.”
“Fine, sure. Just know, they’re almost ready with a plan and…well, Uhura is
worried about you.”
“And how would you know Lieutenant Uhura’s mind?”
“Let’s just say her name is very important to a particular part of my people.”
“I must assume from what I have observed that you and the Doctor are from the
future as Nero seems to be.”
“Almost logical, not quite. Anyway, I gotta get back.”
“Goodbye, Miss Jones.”
***
The Doctor was having the time of his life and he knew Martha was too. They had watched with baited breath as Spock and Kirk completed their mission. A triumphant Mr. Scott had beamed them and Captain Pike aboard and now the Doctor watched proudly as Kirk offered Nero a choice. There was always a choice. Not that the Doctor would have fired after offering, but no one was perfect. At least he could approve of phasers more than other types of weaponry. A weapon set on stun was almost all right with him.
And then the Enterprise was caught and the Doctor groaned because he really
could have prevented it, but then he’d be changing events and he wished he didn’t
know everything as well as he did.
“I’m giving her all she’s got, Captain,” came the famous line from
Engineering and Martha almost squealed, he could tell.
“Right, time to solve the problem,” he said and shouted. “Mr. Scott, have you
thought of ejection?”
“Ejection, Doctor? Oh, right, ejection. Okay, Captain, if we eject the core and
detonate, the blast could be enough to push us away. I cannae promise anything.”
“Do it! Do it! Do it!”
There was a huge explosion and everyone hung on tightly. Martha was thrown across
the Bridge and the Doctor growled in frustration at not being able to stop it.
“Martha!”
There was no answer and as soon as the ship was cleared of the black hole, the Doctor
rocketed over to his silent companion.
“Not breathing, not breathing,” he muttered and tilted her head back, desperately
wishing that it hadn’t taken this situation for him to again have access to her lips.
“Medical emergency,” Kirk snapped.
“Looks like he’s got it,” McCoy said sarcastically as he ran onto the Bridge.
“Bones!”
“Right. Well, Doctor, if that’s even a name, let me help her.”
“There’s something lodged in her lungs.”
“Let me get her to Sick bay.”
And the Doctor watched as McCoy and his team wheeled Martha away.
“I’m so thick, so blind, this wasn’t in the movie or the journal, but they’re the
same and then, well, I should’ve known.”
He grabbed his hair in frustration.
“If he does that often, it’s a wonder he has any left,” Sulu whispered to Chekov.
“There is certainly a lot though,” Chekov observed.
“Damage report.”
Kirk listened to the reports as the Bridge crew got themselves together.
The Doctor wheeled around and went to the Tardis; he raised his screwdriver to his
lips.
“Bones, don’t you dare let her die!”
“Doctor, where are you going?” Kirk asked.
“To do what she would want me to,” the Doctor snapped and disappeared into the Tardis.
***
McCoy often thanked whatever mercies there might be for the efficiency of his medical staff, Nurse Chapel in particular. Right now they were the only thing keeping this strange woman who had appeared in a blue box from dying. That and his own skill.
“It would’ve been easier to drain the fluid,” she said, sleepily.
“And I suppose you’re the mistress of medicine.”
“Not yet, but I’m learning,” she said. “You are a couple of centuries ahead
of me though. I liked it when you grew that woman’s kidney back. Though, it wasn’t
you you.”
“Just relax.” McCoy gave her another hypo spray and went back to work. Half
an hour later he straightened with a sigh of relief and went to work on the other
injuries the explosion had caused. “The moment after victory is a doctor’s worst
nightmare,” he muttered.
***
They were getting ready to dock when the Tardis reappeared. Kirk had just called Spock back to the Bridge. He was right to do so because the Doctor exited with a human woman in tow.
“Mother?”
Spock did not move.
“It’s amazing how much the Tardis can do in materialization of matter,” the
Doctor said. “It’s really her.”
“Spock?” Amanda questioned. “Is that you?”
“I am very sure of a lot of things at this moment,” Spock replied. “The
facts do point toward my being real.”
“My son,” she cried and stepped forward to embrace him. “I was on Vulcan and
then in this strange room.”
“Doctor?” Spock questioned as he registered the very solidness of his
mother.
His doubts about the Doctor would not be vanquished until he had a logical
answer, but he found himself wanting the man to be valid.
“To give a straight answer, I rematerialized around your mother’s energy
pattern as the lock was lost and stabilized her re-entry into the material world by
using the buffering pattern enabilizer and bound it all together with the molecular
fixtrator.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“All right, I made a lot of the words up. Rest assured, your mother is
safe. Your father will be overjoyed, not that he’ll say anything. I rather like my
emotions, you Vulcans are not understandable, too Cyberman-y or Dalek-y, at least you
let others alone. Not that you did too well with the Romulans - evidence of today -
and now to important matters. Martha?”
“She’s gonna be okay. Bones said she’s out of danger,” Kirk assured him.
“Right, now before anyone goes anywhere on earth, we need to have a serious
conversation in the observation lounge, oh wait, you won’t have one yet. Well, the
seven of you and me and her need to have a serious chat.”
The seven of them, notwithstanding the ones who weren’t currently on the
Bridge, couldn’t agree more.
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