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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
Epilogue
The Doctor and Martha stood in the gallery beside the Spock from their universe and watched Kirk receive his promotion. It was a great moment. It was the moment the Doctor liked best in his adventures, well, other than the figuring things out, oh, and the running, and the…never mind, he liked it all.
“We gotta run, Martha,” the Doctor said, regretfully. “The Tardis can’t hold
the doorway open much longer and we don’t want to get stuck here. Besides, there’s
plenty of Star Trek-y adventures waiting at home. Think of all of it.”
“I do. But it will be sad to leave here. After all, once you close the door
we can never come back.”
“Nope, never.” He took her hand. “But it’ll be all right. You still got me
and the Tardis and a home.”
“I’m not that sad, Doctor. No need to trot out your rusty sympathetic
skills.”
“Oi!”
“I will miss our interactions,” Spock said, having witnessed the exchange.
“Now we may truly say goodbye, Doctor.”
“Right. Carry on, Spock. They’re lucky over here to get two of you.”
“I hope history will see it as so, though I do not intend to make it common
knowledge.”
“Never hear it from us, right, Martha?”
“Not a word.”
“Farewell, Miss Jones. Live long and prosper.”
Martha made the Vulcan salute again, obviously becoming more used to it.
“Now let’s get back on that ship! The Tardis is waiting.”
The Doctor dragged her along and they caught a shuttle to the Enterprise, per Kirk’s prior authorization. The ship was making ready for her official maiden voyage. A five year mission to seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has gone before.
***
The Doctor and Martha strolled onto the Bridge. And it was goodbye.
Kirk was settled into his new chair. His senior staff were all around him,
Spock having officially asked permission to be aboard. The future was bright despite
its being brand new or perhaps because of.
“Thanks, Doctor. I don’t know who the hell you are, but you saved all our
asses and I’m grateful.”
“Never know, might be one of me bobbing around this timeline,” the Doctor
said. “I wonder what I look like. Martha, fancy a- oh, no, I won’t, I’ll be good.”
“I know I’d like to see what you look like,” Martha said. “Stories,
conversations with former Companions and the wardrobe are hardly a complete picture.”
“Later, Martha. Now, we’ll be off.” The Doctor strode over to the Tardis
and slapped her frame gently. “The old girl’s waiting and tired, so she keeps
telling me.”
“Before you go,” Uhura said, standing up from her station, “we all wanted to
give you something.” She brought a parcel over to Martha. “It’s from the senior
staff. It’s small, but I’m sure you’ll find it useful after what you told us a few
days ago.”
Martha peeled back the brown paper and laughed. She turned to the Doctor and
held up a brown leather book, bound like a journal.
“Guess we don’t need to stop by the store on our way home after all.”
“That’s brilliant,” the Doctor crowed. “I love it when time gets it right
like that. That’ll be perfect.”
“Thanks for all the tips,” Sulu said.
“Your intellect is wery astounding,” Chekov put in.
“I am grateful for the return of my mother. And your help is appreciated,”
Spock said to Martha, coming forward to stand by Uhura, who gave Martha a quick hug.
How the two women had managed to become good friends over two days, the
Doctor would never know. He didn’t mind not knowing everything, but really, did they
have to be that mysterious?
“Try not to beat yourself up on the journey home. So, you’re both Doctors,
it’ll mean nothing when your insides have turned inside out because you pressed the
wrong button in that infernal contraption of yours.”
McCoy had took one look inside the Tardis earlier and refused another.
“Always good to have good advice. Especially from a fellow physician,” the
Doctor said mildly.
Martha dug her elbow in his ribs.
“I know you can’t make it back our way again, but are you sure you can’t
leave even a wee schematic for me to look over?” Scotty asked hopefully.
The Doctor shook his head regretfully.
“The technology to grow her again is lost, I’m afraid. It wouldn’t do you
any good, but you’re welcome to another look inside.”
Scotty took advantage of that while the rest of the goodbyes were said. They
regretfully took leave of the Enterprise crew. The Tardis doors closed behind her
and they could hear Kirk's order.
“Take her out.”
Then the Tardis disappeared and the bumpy ride ensued. It was worse than the ride there, but somehow it felt better knowing what was going on.
“Home, sweet home,” the Doctor said, throwing one last lever. He took out the journal. “We’ll let the old girl rest a bit. You are old, so am I,” he said, after jumping at the Tardis' mental shove which Martha definitely couldn’t see. She smiled. “So, Martha, shall we fill this in?”
“We shall talk first.”
Martha sidled closer to him, her hands behind her back and a serious
expression in her eyes.
“Debate, chat or argument?”
“Deep talk. I want to know what all that rigmarole was you said back on the
Enterprise.”
“You know what it was.”
“I have an inkling, but I’m not getting my heart set for nothing. I love my
life and I don’t want to lose a bit of it. Just tell me.”
“Tell you? Tell you that you make the world bright and my hearts beat fast
and if I ever lost you I’d be back where I was a few hundred years ago and couldn’t
bear it? I say those things all the time.”
“But you never say what they mean. You’re a blatherskite, Doctor, and I
don’t want your words if there’s nothing to back them up.”
The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair. It felt like it was against his
nature, it felt like he was breaking a promise to himself, it felt like he was
afraid. But he remembered her lying on the floor of the Enterprise and he remembered
meeting her on the moon and he remembered myriad of joys since and he remembered life
before and he also remembered what he’d promised himself while he was saving Amanda
Grayson.
“Back them up, back them up. Well, there’s the Tardis and trips and going
back and saving lives and oh, oh…it’s really very simple.”
The Doctor took two steps and pressed his lips to hers with an intensity that
was completely startling. Now, did he say he remembered their first kiss with
clarity and fondness? Oh, this went way beyond. Martha opened up waves of longing
within him and he clung to his restraint, for once feeling that time was a friend and
would give him many moments like this one, rather than snatch them away. Her fingers
tangled in his hair, his very big hair, and then he picked her up and swung her
around a bit just because he could and because the Tardis told him to.
“I like that evidence,” Martha said when he finally set her down. “But I’m a
skeptical person. I’ll need a little more persuading.”
“I’ve have twelve hundred years to perfect my skills at persuasion,” the
Doctor assured her. “We’ll write this book later, leaving out all the bits about
ourselves, of course, and deliver it to a much lonelier Doctor. But first, before we
do all that and travel through time and space with nary a care...thank you, Martha
Jones.”
“Thank you, Doctor. I love you. I never felt I could really say that, but I
want to now.”
The Doctor’s face contorted for a second, but he smiled his best smile.
“Do you know? I love you too! Brilliant.”
And he kissed her again and she kissed him back and he decided that
definitely that was what he wanted to do, oh, for quite a long time.
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
Epilogue
The Doctor and Martha stood in the gallery beside the Spock from their universe and watched Kirk receive his promotion. It was a great moment. It was the moment the Doctor liked best in his adventures, well, other than the figuring things out, oh, and the running, and the…never mind, he liked it all.
“We gotta run, Martha,” the Doctor said, regretfully. “The Tardis can’t hold
the doorway open much longer and we don’t want to get stuck here. Besides, there’s
plenty of Star Trek-y adventures waiting at home. Think of all of it.”
“I do. But it will be sad to leave here. After all, once you close the door
we can never come back.”
“Nope, never.” He took her hand. “But it’ll be all right. You still got me
and the Tardis and a home.”
“I’m not that sad, Doctor. No need to trot out your rusty sympathetic
skills.”
“Oi!”
“I will miss our interactions,” Spock said, having witnessed the exchange.
“Now we may truly say goodbye, Doctor.”
“Right. Carry on, Spock. They’re lucky over here to get two of you.”
“I hope history will see it as so, though I do not intend to make it common
knowledge.”
“Never hear it from us, right, Martha?”
“Not a word.”
“Farewell, Miss Jones. Live long and prosper.”
Martha made the Vulcan salute again, obviously becoming more used to it.
“Now let’s get back on that ship! The Tardis is waiting.”
The Doctor dragged her along and they caught a shuttle to the Enterprise, per Kirk’s prior authorization. The ship was making ready for her official maiden voyage. A five year mission to seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has gone before.
***
The Doctor and Martha strolled onto the Bridge. And it was goodbye.
Kirk was settled into his new chair. His senior staff were all around him,
Spock having officially asked permission to be aboard. The future was bright despite
its being brand new or perhaps because of.
“Thanks, Doctor. I don’t know who the hell you are, but you saved all our
asses and I’m grateful.”
“Never know, might be one of me bobbing around this timeline,” the Doctor
said. “I wonder what I look like. Martha, fancy a- oh, no, I won’t, I’ll be good.”
“I know I’d like to see what you look like,” Martha said. “Stories,
conversations with former Companions and the wardrobe are hardly a complete picture.”
“Later, Martha. Now, we’ll be off.” The Doctor strode over to the Tardis
and slapped her frame gently. “The old girl’s waiting and tired, so she keeps
telling me.”
“Before you go,” Uhura said, standing up from her station, “we all wanted to
give you something.” She brought a parcel over to Martha. “It’s from the senior
staff. It’s small, but I’m sure you’ll find it useful after what you told us a few
days ago.”
Martha peeled back the brown paper and laughed. She turned to the Doctor and
held up a brown leather book, bound like a journal.
“Guess we don’t need to stop by the store on our way home after all.”
“That’s brilliant,” the Doctor crowed. “I love it when time gets it right
like that. That’ll be perfect.”
“Thanks for all the tips,” Sulu said.
“Your intellect is wery astounding,” Chekov put in.
“I am grateful for the return of my mother. And your help is appreciated,”
Spock said to Martha, coming forward to stand by Uhura, who gave Martha a quick hug.
How the two women had managed to become good friends over two days, the
Doctor would never know. He didn’t mind not knowing everything, but really, did they
have to be that mysterious?
“Try not to beat yourself up on the journey home. So, you’re both Doctors,
it’ll mean nothing when your insides have turned inside out because you pressed the
wrong button in that infernal contraption of yours.”
McCoy had took one look inside the Tardis earlier and refused another.
“Always good to have good advice. Especially from a fellow physician,” the
Doctor said mildly.
Martha dug her elbow in his ribs.
“I know you can’t make it back our way again, but are you sure you can’t
leave even a wee schematic for me to look over?” Scotty asked hopefully.
The Doctor shook his head regretfully.
“The technology to grow her again is lost, I’m afraid. It wouldn’t do you
any good, but you’re welcome to another look inside.”
Scotty took advantage of that while the rest of the goodbyes were said. They
regretfully took leave of the Enterprise crew. The Tardis doors closed behind her
and they could hear Kirk's order.
“Take her out.”
Then the Tardis disappeared and the bumpy ride ensued. It was worse than the ride there, but somehow it felt better knowing what was going on.
“Home, sweet home,” the Doctor said, throwing one last lever. He took out the journal. “We’ll let the old girl rest a bit. You are old, so am I,” he said, after jumping at the Tardis' mental shove which Martha definitely couldn’t see. She smiled. “So, Martha, shall we fill this in?”
“We shall talk first.”
Martha sidled closer to him, her hands behind her back and a serious
expression in her eyes.
“Debate, chat or argument?”
“Deep talk. I want to know what all that rigmarole was you said back on the
Enterprise.”
“You know what it was.”
“I have an inkling, but I’m not getting my heart set for nothing. I love my
life and I don’t want to lose a bit of it. Just tell me.”
“Tell you? Tell you that you make the world bright and my hearts beat fast
and if I ever lost you I’d be back where I was a few hundred years ago and couldn’t
bear it? I say those things all the time.”
“But you never say what they mean. You’re a blatherskite, Doctor, and I
don’t want your words if there’s nothing to back them up.”
The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair. It felt like it was against his
nature, it felt like he was breaking a promise to himself, it felt like he was
afraid. But he remembered her lying on the floor of the Enterprise and he remembered
meeting her on the moon and he remembered myriad of joys since and he remembered life
before and he also remembered what he’d promised himself while he was saving Amanda
Grayson.
“Back them up, back them up. Well, there’s the Tardis and trips and going
back and saving lives and oh, oh…it’s really very simple.”
The Doctor took two steps and pressed his lips to hers with an intensity that
was completely startling. Now, did he say he remembered their first kiss with
clarity and fondness? Oh, this went way beyond. Martha opened up waves of longing
within him and he clung to his restraint, for once feeling that time was a friend and
would give him many moments like this one, rather than snatch them away. Her fingers
tangled in his hair, his very big hair, and then he picked her up and swung her
around a bit just because he could and because the Tardis told him to.
“I like that evidence,” Martha said when he finally set her down. “But I’m a
skeptical person. I’ll need a little more persuading.”
“I’ve have twelve hundred years to perfect my skills at persuasion,” the
Doctor assured her. “We’ll write this book later, leaving out all the bits about
ourselves, of course, and deliver it to a much lonelier Doctor. But first, before we
do all that and travel through time and space with nary a care...thank you, Martha
Jones.”
“Thank you, Doctor. I love you. I never felt I could really say that, but I
want to now.”
The Doctor’s face contorted for a second, but he smiled his best smile.
“Do you know? I love you too! Brilliant.”
And he kissed her again and she kissed him back and he decided that
definitely that was what he wanted to do, oh, for quite a long time.
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Date: 2009-09-30 07:04 pm (UTC)Well done! :D
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Date: 2009-12-16 07:39 am (UTC)Nice one...
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