Dialogs 1/1; Doctor, Martha, Donna; G
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scarfman Title: Dialogs 1/1
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Characters/Pairing: Doctor, Martha, Donna, a smidge of Jack
Rating: G
Setting/Spoilers: mid-Season 2008
Disclaimer: This work is derivative of property of the BBC. No profit shall be made and no market of the owner(s) is infringed upon.
Betareader: qtrhorserider
Summary: A few snatches of dialog from when Martha finally calls the Doctor. No plot. Now you know why I usually work in comic strips. ...Or, think of it as preliminary notes as if I were the screenwriter assigned Season 2008 Episode Seven.
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Martha locked the door from the outside, tried to brush some of the purple goo off her labcoat, and reflexively took a few steps toward the nurses' station to call hospital security ... then stopped. They wouldn't be able to handle this. Neither could Torchwood One, not after last week.
She reached for her mobile. Dammit. She wasn't certain she was ready for this, but the thing in Room 204 was bigger than her personal problems. So to speak. She dialed the number of the phone she'd left with the Doctor.
It rang once ... twice ... three times - Martha thought, "So much for coming running." But then it picked up.
"Hello! Doctor's phone!" It was a female voice. Martha could barely hear it over background interference.
"Hello!" Martha called, sticking a finger in her opposite ear and moving toward the furnished foyer at the end of the hall. There was a big bay window and reception was better there. "Who is this?"
"This is Donna," came the other voice. Despite the interference - no, it wasn't interference, it was wind noise - over which the woman was raising her voice, her tone still retained the studied detachment of the professional secretary. "Who's calling please?"
"Doctor Martha Jones," said Martha, speaking in the raised tones people use when they're the ones who can't hear.
"The Martha Jones?" Donna broke character. "Do you know he never stops going on about you?"
That was terribly satisfying. "Does he?" said Martha. She reached the foyer but, wary of distraction, turned her back to the view. "Listen, is he available?"
"One moment," Donna shouted. Only then, though Donna must have held the mobile away to do it, did Martha learn what Donna truly sounded like when she tore loose: "Hey! It's Martha flippin' Jones! You gonna talk to her or what?"
Martha heard snatches of the response over the wind: "... pilot ... ssenger ... ameliorate the damage ... Well, I say 'first contact' ..."
Before it had even stopped Donna came back. "I'm afraid he's unavailable right now. Is there something I can help you with?"
"If you could please take a message," said Martha, unconsciously slipping into phone persona herself. "Only I've got this huge sleeping purple beast locked up in a patient room in the hospital and I don't think it'll be held once it wakes up."
"Purple?" asked Donna. "Is it male or female?"
That was not among the questions Martha might have expected at this point in the conversation. "Dunno. Don't think it's male."
"Which hospital?" asked Donna. "Wouldn't be the one on the Thames? By the ... big round ... Eye thing?"
"Er, well yes."
"We'll be right theeere -"
The signal cut off. Martha flipped her mobile shut, then with the reflexes she'd learned during her unhappened year she threw herself behind one of the easy chairs in the foyer because the bay window behind her was shattering with a horrendous noise and shards showering over her. When the shower had subsided she stood from behind the chair.
In the foyer standing in the remains of the window was another purple beast just like the first one: huge, winged, beaked, four legs and two arms like a centaur. This one was unmistakably male. The Doctor and a redhead were on its back.
"You never told me about Adeola."
"I didn't know how."
"You know, doctors have to tell people unpleasant truths all the time. Maybe you ought to call yourself something else."
"Jack said to me one day," Martha said, "he said, 'Hey, I traveled with both of them together, do you think that was a treat?'"
"Yeah?" said Donna. "What'd you tell him?"
"I told him, 'I traveled with both of them too.'"
Donna guffawed and high-fived her.
"She doesn't seem to like me much any more," said the Doctor. "Everything she says to me is a complaint."
Donna punched his arm. "Everything I say to you is a complaint!"
"Oi! Getting a bruise there!"
"Then you need a doctor! ...She's spent a year thinking of all the things she wishes she said then, and now you're here she's getting them out of her system, that's all."
"He's afraid you wouldn't come if he asked. I told him you deserve to be asked anyway."
"If he does ask, he won't mention that."
"'Course not, that's why I told you."
"They're the same, all over the universe," the Doctor griped. "No satisfying them. Rose and I bump into Sarah Jane, they both get in a twit because I never said anything to Rose about Sarah Jane (which by the way is not true, I'm sure of it). Then there's Donna, and Martha, and Donna again and Martha again and I do my best to make sure there are no surprises, and I get my head bitten off and my shoulder dislocated! Figuratively and literally, respectively! Women."
"Gimme my bottle back," said Jack, "I'm cutting you off."
"I hadn't had any yet!"
"All the more reason."
"A little vinegar ought to take care of that purple stain," said the Doctor.
"Well, I sure would hate to lose the coat," Jack grinned. "You two be sure to stop by the Plaza next time you're in Cardiff, y'hear?"
"It's a date," said Donna, batting her eyes.
As Jack and Martha turned away, the Doctor said, "You know, under certain circumstances, Time Lords secrete a pheromone which makes most humans crave cheese."
Martha exchanged a look with Jack, and they turned back to look at the duo standing in front of the TARDIS. "Doctor," she asked, "are you talking dirty for me?"
"I really wish, hope," the Doctor started. He examined his shoes for purple patches for a moment, then looked up. "I'd really like it if you came with us, Martha."
Martha cocked her head to one side, and addressed Donna. "You all right with that?"
"Oh," said Donna, "oh, I dunno, I really don't know. You know what they say about two women under one roof."
"The Chinese ideogram for 'trouble'," said Jack cheerfully.
"Is that what they say?" said Martha with affected revelation. She turned back to Donna. "You think this one deserves trouble?"
"No question in my mind, dear."
Martha sighed. "Then I suppose I must respond to the call of duty."
"That's a yes, then?" said the Doctor hopefully. In response Martha pecked Jack on the cheek and started back toward them, only to be met halfway with a Time Lord bear hug the like of which she'd not yet known. Then Donna was hugging Martha, and the Doctor was hugging Martha again while Jack was hugging Donna, then Jack was hugging the Doctor and the Doctor ruled that enough was enough and ushered his two companions into the TARDIS ahead of him.
But while they were boarding he turned back to Jack and snapped, "Don't you dare quote that old Chinese -"
Before he finished Jack spoke over him, "Looks like you're in for some interesting times."
END
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:47 am (UTC)As soon as you wrote "The Martha Jones?" Donna broke character. "Do you know he never stops going on about you?" I was totally won.
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:55 am (UTC)(Though you gave me a reflexive twinge with the dislocated-shoulder thing--been there, done that, still have a sore shoulder.)
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 03:21 am (UTC)That is a fecking brilliant line.
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Date: 2007-07-09 12:57 pm (UTC)Love this!
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Date: 2007-07-09 04:47 am (UTC)Really loved "The Martha Jones?" Donna broke character. "Do you know he never stops going on about you?"
I think they'll get on so well.
Hurray for hug-porn!
Date: 2007-07-09 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 05:45 am (UTC)Simply, bravo!
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Date: 2007-07-09 06:19 am (UTC)That's brilliant (not cos I hate Martha, cos I hope Ten doesn't shut up about her).
Oh I can't wait for Donna! Yay!
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Date: 2007-07-09 08:58 am (UTC)I do hope it's like that in canon.
I love Donna in secretary mode suddenly switching to her real self.
Have friended you. Hope that's OK.
MM
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Date: 2007-07-09 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 11:56 am (UTC)Getting a bruise there!
Date: 2007-07-09 12:50 pm (UTC)Great stuff! :D
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 01:45 pm (UTC)I'mma friend you, too. I've been meaning to for ages. I love reading your comics.
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Date: 2007-07-09 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-10 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-11 06:52 pm (UTC)jack and donna. O__O
"You know, doctors have to tell people unpleasant truths all the time. Maybe you ought to call yourself something else."
rule!
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Date: 2007-07-30 01:39 pm (UTC)