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Pairing: Martha Jones/Ninth Doctor
Fic Title: Crossing Into Established Events
Author: FoxRafer
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/234252
Rating/Warning(s): Teen and up
Genre: au, long fic, action/adventure
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Wow. Just seriously, wow. If there has ever been a fic that has made me go, gosh, why didn't the series go like this, this is one of 'em. Martha Jones and the Ninth Doctor. People who appreciated her as a character need to go read this fic, because it's a wonderful, long, plotty fic that features an interesting twist. Martha accidentally finds herself in the wrong Doctor's TARDIS. But sorting out that confusion is put on hold as they must come to the aid of the Librarian and stop a mysterious alien from erasing the significant intergalactic achievements across the universe. The character voices are stunningly accurate, and the journey of the Ninth Doctor's initial suspicion to begrudging tolerance to growing respect and then true friendship is awesome. Plus, Martha's dalliance with another doctor gets to both the heart of her insecurities and her relationship with the Tenth Doctor, and establishes a great caper that would highlight the true gift of Martha.
Love it. You all should read it!
Martha gripped the console frame for dear life; this trip was much less violent than the one that brought them here but still bumpier than the typical TARDIS turbulence. She used to believe it was normal for the trips to be so rough; if you travel through time and space you should expect to be knocked about. But the more she saw how much the Doctor had to run around to fly it, jumping from one side to another, contorting and stretching himself into bizarre shapes, she began to suspect either the Doctor wasn't the best driver or the TARDIS required more than one operator. She'd asked him once, and he feigned annoyance, made some joke about humans always focusing on how something worked instead of standing in awe that it did. But she knew it was just one more thing he wouldn't explain, one more thing he didn't think it necessary for her to know.
One night before going to sleep she'd stopped in the library and found a book about TARDISes. And when she learned the answer about how they were operated, she found herself both impressed and annoyed with the Doctor: impressed that he was doing this on his own when normally it required a crew, but annoyed because it would have taken no time for him to tell her, and it wasn't anywhere close to being over her head. But more than anything else, she loved learning about this incredible machine, so she hung on to the book; it was still in her room, something she read when things were quiet.
This Doctor was less manic in his movements, maybe the craziness was part of his future self's affectations, the broad movements something he enjoyed like little shops in lobbies. In a way she missed the madness, but there was an appeal to the controlled chaos of this Doctor's piloting, something interesting in the exuberance that didn't drift toward frenzy.
A fairly large jolt nearly loosened her hands, then everything seemed to even out, the bumps returning to acceptable norms. She could sense the Doctor relax slightly, could see they were past the worst of it. She relaxed her grip, just barely touching the frame with her fingertips, then squeezed closer to the console as the Doctor moved behind her reaching for a crank, a switch and a dial all at once. In a strange way it felt like those first remarkable days onboard the TARDIS, like recapturing that indefinable sensation of her first trips with the Doctor. Martha couldn't help smiling at being granted the honor of experiencing this for the second time.
Instead of the usual heavy thump that routinely meant they'd landed, the TARDIS seemed to just quieten but Martha could still feel the normal hum as if they were still moving.
"We haven't landed, have we?"
"No, we're just making a quick pit stop. Come on." The Doctor was quickly making his way out of the console room and Martha had to jog a little to catch up with his long strides. Lord, he walks even faster than my Doctor she thought.
"What are we doing?"
"We need something to help us identify the right signature and begin tracing it. But this isn't your ordinary temporal event so we need to jerry-rig a few things together before we get there."
They walked quickly down hallways and around corners until they reached the room Martha always called the island of misfit technology: part workroom, part storage, filled with boxes of widgets and whatzits, half-completed gadgets and all manner of human contraptions and alien equipment. It was like the Doctor's personal salvage yard and outside of the console room the place she thought he always looked the most at home.
Without hesitation he headed for a box on the corner of the furthest workbench and began pulling things out by the handful.
"So tell me about yourself, Martha Jones."
Pairing: Martha Jones/Ninth Doctor
Fic Title: Crossing Into Established Events
Author: FoxRafer
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/234252
Rating/Warning(s): Teen and up
Genre: au, long fic, action/adventure
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Wow. Just seriously, wow. If there has ever been a fic that has made me go, gosh, why didn't the series go like this, this is one of 'em. Martha Jones and the Ninth Doctor. People who appreciated her as a character need to go read this fic, because it's a wonderful, long, plotty fic that features an interesting twist. Martha accidentally finds herself in the wrong Doctor's TARDIS. But sorting out that confusion is put on hold as they must come to the aid of the Librarian and stop a mysterious alien from erasing the significant intergalactic achievements across the universe. The character voices are stunningly accurate, and the journey of the Ninth Doctor's initial suspicion to begrudging tolerance to growing respect and then true friendship is awesome. Plus, Martha's dalliance with another doctor gets to both the heart of her insecurities and her relationship with the Tenth Doctor, and establishes a great caper that would highlight the true gift of Martha.
Love it. You all should read it!
Martha gripped the console frame for dear life; this trip was much less violent than the one that brought them here but still bumpier than the typical TARDIS turbulence. She used to believe it was normal for the trips to be so rough; if you travel through time and space you should expect to be knocked about. But the more she saw how much the Doctor had to run around to fly it, jumping from one side to another, contorting and stretching himself into bizarre shapes, she began to suspect either the Doctor wasn't the best driver or the TARDIS required more than one operator. She'd asked him once, and he feigned annoyance, made some joke about humans always focusing on how something worked instead of standing in awe that it did. But she knew it was just one more thing he wouldn't explain, one more thing he didn't think it necessary for her to know.
One night before going to sleep she'd stopped in the library and found a book about TARDISes. And when she learned the answer about how they were operated, she found herself both impressed and annoyed with the Doctor: impressed that he was doing this on his own when normally it required a crew, but annoyed because it would have taken no time for him to tell her, and it wasn't anywhere close to being over her head. But more than anything else, she loved learning about this incredible machine, so she hung on to the book; it was still in her room, something she read when things were quiet.
This Doctor was less manic in his movements, maybe the craziness was part of his future self's affectations, the broad movements something he enjoyed like little shops in lobbies. In a way she missed the madness, but there was an appeal to the controlled chaos of this Doctor's piloting, something interesting in the exuberance that didn't drift toward frenzy.
A fairly large jolt nearly loosened her hands, then everything seemed to even out, the bumps returning to acceptable norms. She could sense the Doctor relax slightly, could see they were past the worst of it. She relaxed her grip, just barely touching the frame with her fingertips, then squeezed closer to the console as the Doctor moved behind her reaching for a crank, a switch and a dial all at once. In a strange way it felt like those first remarkable days onboard the TARDIS, like recapturing that indefinable sensation of her first trips with the Doctor. Martha couldn't help smiling at being granted the honor of experiencing this for the second time.
Instead of the usual heavy thump that routinely meant they'd landed, the TARDIS seemed to just quieten but Martha could still feel the normal hum as if they were still moving.
"We haven't landed, have we?"
"No, we're just making a quick pit stop. Come on." The Doctor was quickly making his way out of the console room and Martha had to jog a little to catch up with his long strides. Lord, he walks even faster than my Doctor she thought.
"What are we doing?"
"We need something to help us identify the right signature and begin tracing it. But this isn't your ordinary temporal event so we need to jerry-rig a few things together before we get there."
They walked quickly down hallways and around corners until they reached the room Martha always called the island of misfit technology: part workroom, part storage, filled with boxes of widgets and whatzits, half-completed gadgets and all manner of human contraptions and alien equipment. It was like the Doctor's personal salvage yard and outside of the console room the place she thought he always looked the most at home.
Without hesitation he headed for a box on the corner of the furthest workbench and began pulling things out by the handful.
"So tell me about yourself, Martha Jones."
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