I do not hate Martha, but this fanfiction had been bouncing around in my head for a while.
Martha bounced into the control room of the TARDIS. She'd found a blue jacket in one of the many spare rooms. It wasn't exactly her style, but maybe that needed to change. The Doctor was never going to see her in a different way unless she did something about it, and soon.
The Doctor, as usual, was hunched over the controls, jimmying this and switching that. Martha internally shook her head. The man had a problem. He was constantly making changes to everything. "Doctor!" She called out.
"Martha, do not interrupt me. I am performing an extremely difficult operation right now, and if I take my attention off the magnetic reactor for one sec-" The Doctor turned around and saw Martha grinning at him. His voice went low. "What are you wearing?"
If Martha hadn't been so focused on showing off to him, she might've noticed the hardness in his voice, and the grim set of his mouth. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and slowly turned around in a circle. "D'you like it? I found it in one of the spare rooms."
"Martha, that wasn't a spare room." The anger in his voice was now obvious.
Her smile faded as she took in the hardness of his face. She backtracked quickly. "Well, um, I didn't really like it, I was just wondering how it would look, I really, really... Need to take it off, don't I?"
The Doctor nodded slowly. Martha sighed and slipped it off, throwing it on a coral strut. Pity. It was a nice jacket. Did smell a bit like cheap perfume, though. But a greater pity was that she'd somehow managed to mess up in front of the Doctor, again, and just when she'd wanted to impress him the most. She sighed again and trudged through the door. Would she ever make this Time Lord notice her?
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When Martha had left the room, the Doctor ran over to the jacket and gingerly picked it up. Yes, it was the same jacket. It looked just like the last time she'd worn it. Still smelled like her, too. The Doctor crushed the jacket to his chest, wishing something - or really someone- could fill the space instead.
"Oh, Rose." He said.