A/N: I'm not too sure about this one, but really its just a bit of fun to distract me from my GCSEs (over on Friday! Wooo! dances )
Anyway, if you like it, REVIEWWWWWW! They make me feel ridiculously happy:D. Anyway, this will probably end up two or three chapters if anyone actually likes it! (cough, review, cough). No flames please :p
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. Not me. Honest.
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The Doctor sat back, an old fruit stone hanging between his teeth. He rested his feet on the console, took off his glasses, shut his eyes and licked. His tongue traced gently over the stone, then turned it over and did the same on the over side. A faint taste washed over his tongue, weak yet somehow sharp. He reached a hand to his mouth and removed the stone. He placed it carefully on a small dish on the console, and took out his glasses. He shoved them on quickly, then bent forward.
He stared hard at the stone, scrunching his forehead up in concentration. He stuck a finger out and stroked the stone curiously. He then picked it up, and turned it around in his fingers, moving his head from side to side. Incredible. The edges were ragged, yet the stone itself was smooth. His tongue ran over his teeth in thought.
"Martha?" he called. Silence. "Martha?" he called again, louder this time. He took off his glasses, and got off the chair. "Martha?! Marthaaaaaa!" he called, walking through the TARDIS corridor. He twisted round, towards the bedroom wing, and met Martha. Her hair was dripping wet, she was wrapped only in a towel, her mascara was touching her lip and she had a very angry look in her (mascara-less) eyes.
"What?" Her teeth were clenched in the manner of a mother who's been pestered relentlessly by her children. "What do you want?" The Doctor stared at her guiltily.
"Um.."
"Is something wrong with the TARDIS, Doctor?" She said through her teeth.
"Err, not exactly, no." He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Distress signal?" Her patience was really beginning to wear thin.
"No.." He twisted his fingers behind his back.
"What then?" She stared at him with a look that could break iron. The Doctor chewed his lip for a moment, before opening his mouth, then quickly shutting it again.
"Oh, God, Doctor. Its not something to do with fruit again is it?"
"It may be. But really Martha – " he added as she turned away and started walking angrily back to her bedroom "- its very puzzling and –"
Martha flipped round quickly. "Oh, its puzzling is it? Like that mark on the banana was puzzling. And the colour of your mango was mind boggling. Doctor, I'm tired, covered in flipping Atrolleon goo, and I've had it up to here –" she held her hand to her collarbone "- with your obsession with bloody fruit!" She turned away and stalked off.
"Only soft fruit.." he said quietly, not daring enough to enrage the tired human girl again.
"I heard that!" She called. The Doctor sighed and turned back towards the console room.
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He sat back down, and picked up the stone again. How could something so simple confuse him? Surely he hadn't eaten that much fruit lately that he couldn't distinguish one fruit stone from another? Then it came to him: the fruit room!
A/N: TBC? Tell me what you think, thanks. Xc-m-bX