A.N: I'm writing this mainly because there's just not enough TenMartha fics in this world. And I REALLY wanted to write a Doctor Who fic. Good? Bad? Please tell me! By the way, has anyone heard the Doctor is getting a NEW companion? With Freema only returning HALF WAY THROUGH the series?!
The Doctor was in the library, his favourite hiding place.
Jack was in his room, Martha in hers.
The Doctor wasn't in the library to read. No.
He was in there because sometimes, he got tired of hiding everything behind a grin. Sometimes, even he needed to let his emotions all out. Slumping into his favourite armchair, he allowed the tears to make tracks down his face. "Rose..."
Martha was in a similar condition for completely different reason. "Martha Jones. Nearly qualified med-student, victim of unrequited love..."
'And the worst thing,' she thought, 'What hurts the most is when he looks at me. After I've saved his life, or he mine, or we've averted a terrible disaster. He looks at me with something in his eye. Then I feel like I'm the woman. And then it goes.'
The TARDIS made a comforting noise. She couldn't quite decipher the words, but she guessed the meaning. "Thanks." she whispered.
It was some hours before either felt or looked ready to face anyone. But soon hunger called and the Doctor made his way to the 'kitchen' where the machine able to call up nearly any meal in the universe resided.
Martha and Jack were already seated there, with some pretty simple fare considering what was on offer. "Hey." Jack chastised him, seeing his face. "Don't turn your nose up at pasta. Sometimes simple is best."
The Doctor grinned. "Have to admit, can't argue with that." Jack raised an eyebrow. "Well...C'mon. Join us."
After the Doctor had found out for himself how true Jack's earlier comments were, he decided it was time to go somewhere. "Anyone have any special requests for our next destination?" he asked.
"I'd like to go to this planet..." Jack began wistfully. "This one where the beach is the Main Feature. The temperature is just right. There's always a glorious sunset, and the nights are always clear and star-studded. Calor, I think it's called."
The Doctor smiled. "Yeah, I've heard it's pretty amazing. Great idea, I'll get to setting the co-ordinates."
Martha smirked. "You've never been, because there's never any trouble."
"Now that is absolute rubb-" he began, "Or maybe a teeny bit true..." He finished quailing under her look. "How did you find out about that planet anyway?"
Jack began to look a tiny bit shifty. Like he was about to present a story he wasn't entirely sure would stand up for inspection. Martha was watching closely. Almost as though she had an interest in how this turned out. "Now...If you're gonna leave travel brochures lying around..." he began.
"I don't. They're always in my...room." he replied. Realization dawned. Martha began to look worried. The Doctor spotted her face and sent her a penetrating, suspicious glare.
Jack sent her a look, which was equal parts 'TRAITOR' and equal parts 'PANIC.'
"What?!" she asked, shifting uncomfortably. Her eyes darted to the exit, where safety lay. If she was faster than a 900 year old Time Lord. One who was highly suspicious.
She darted out in a break for freedom, hotly pursued by two men.
The Doctor launched himself at her, in a full-on rugby tackle. "AAAAAH! JACK!" she howled.
He sat on her to make sure she couldn't escape. "Are you ticklish Martha Jones?" he hissed in tones that were positively evil.
She froze as his breath tickled her ear. In normal circumstances this would have been an experience to be savoured. But now...
"No." she lied defiantly. A trace of hope darted across Jack's face. "Let's find out..." his grin matched his sinister tone, causing her to shiver.
Martha began to writhe desperately, in an attempt to shake him off. She planted her hands on her chest. His eyes locked with hers at the contact, and there was something else in there mixed in with the shock.
Forcing herself to concentrate, she licked her lips, and pushed. He almost tumbled off, but not quite. "You asked for it." he muttered, and then began the torture.
She began to shriek at once, causing Jack to hiss, "Weakling." After withstanding it for five minutes, no more could be taken.
"Anything. I'll tell you anything! Just stop!" He obliged, aim achieved.
"Like what you clearly know about him, in relation to my room and that brochure?" he demanded. She looked a lot less certain. "If you'd prefer I resumed..." he offered cracking his knuckles in a threatening way.
"I'll talk. But if I do, keep him away from me!" She begged. The Doctor nodded looking at Jack's face, which was now full part 'TRAITOR'.
The Doctor had just set the co-ordinates for Calor, unable to resist Jack's description. Now, all three were in the living room. The Doctor grinned (evilly) at Martha; safe in the knowledge he'd soon know what was going on.
"So, Miss Jones. What do you know about him, and my room?"
"Well, y'know it's April the 1st? Before twelve in the afternoon?" She began, hoping he'd get the hint.
"This isn't sounding good." The Doctor muttered. "I need detail."
"He went in with a can of silly string! And lipstick! He came out with quite a bit of your stuff, I dunno where he has it!" came out in a rush. "WHAT?!" The Doctor roared, almost breaking his neck as he turned to look at Jack.
Jack stood, sensing danger. He broke into a run, but The Doctor was faster.
"We-he-he-hell..." he hissed, in a scarily quiet voice as he chased Jack.
"What are you playing at, messing with my room?!" Deep breath. "AND nicking my stuff?!" he shrieked as he launched himself at some one for the second time in as many minutes.
Martha panicked, as Jack sent a concentrated glare of fury at her, from underneath the Doctor. "I told you I wasn't responsible for my actions if he tickled me!" she cried.
"You were WORKING with him?!" The Doctor looked apoplectic.
"No!" she yelled. "I just promised!"
The sensation of the TARDIS materialising made all three pause. "This. Is. Not. Over." The Doctor breathed. He swung open the doors, revealing a glorious orange and pink sunset and a deep turquoise sea with soft, foamy waves.
A.N. A reasonably pathetic prank, I'll admit. But who says the greatest pranks need to be detailed? If you want this genius but covert prank described, but ask and I will tell.
P.S. This story is currently being overhauled grammar-wise and basic changes will be made. I won't however mess with the actual story but will be deleting Chapter 5 in the near future, as I'm nearly finished with the replacement. The summary has been changed, and updates will be more regular than previously but allowing for exams.
