Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. So don't sue me. And I don't own the name "Plaza" which is a really amazing hotel. So don't sue me for that, either.

Anyway, here's another Martha/Jack story! It's in the same series as always, and now they're in Australia! Or in a taxi and a hotel... You know, it's kind of the same thing.

Anyway, here it is! And Happy the first day in 2013 that's not January first!


Martha Jones stared out the taxi window as it drove down a busy street in Sydney, Australia. "Somehow I pictured Australia to look different," she admitted as they passed a number of huge skyscrapers. "Like peaceful and beachy."

Jack scowled at her. "That's Hawaii you're thinking of. And don't be a spoilsport. I have the feeling I'm going to have the time of my life here."

Jack leaned forward. "Excuse me, sir," he said to the taxi driver, "do you know where we can find some kangaroos?"

Martha turned bright red. "Jack," she hissed. "Shut up now. You're making it sound like we're poachers or something."

Jack looked disgusted. "Don't be ridiculous, Martha. I hate poached eggs. Do I look like a man who eats poached eggs? Really?"

Martha rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant, Jack, and you know it. Poachers kill animals for money."

Jack crossed his arms. "Well thanks, Martha," he said crossly. "Here I am having a good time and you start talking about death. You're a real fun person to be around."

"Come on, Jack," Martha pointed out the window. "You have to be a bit disappointed. This is nothing like we expected."

"I don't know what you expected," Jack said, "but I think this is lovely. Stop here, please," he added to the driver. "Let's go, Martha."

Martha shrugged and followed Jack into a tall hotel clearly in the center of Sydney. The lobby was huge, with a doorman and guests in elegant business suits. "Jack," Martha whispered as Jack approached the desk confidently. "This doesn't look like the kind of place you can just walk into."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Who wouldn't give ME a room?" he insisted. "I'm so attractive and friendly."

As they approached the desk, Jack got a determined look in his eyes. "Ma'am," he said to the desk clerk, "I'd like a room on the top floor please."

Martha gasped. Jack grinned. "I feel like being risky," he told Martha.

The desk clerk just scoffed. "You'd 'like' a room? Do you have a reservation? This is the Sydney Plaza. You can't just walk in!"

"Oh, is that what it's called?" Jack said casually. "You're sign isn't working. And there no need to be rude. I asked nicely."

The clerk looked taken aback. "Sir, I apologise, but we are booked."

"You didn't look on the computer," Martha pointed out. "How do you know?"

The clerk rolled her eyes, typed something in her computer, and looked up, startled. "I really do apologise," she said. "We do happen to have a room."

Jack kissed Martha. "I love you! I love you!" he shouted. "Thank you!"

Then he paused. "What do you mean, you 'really do apologise' this time? What was the last apology then? Ma'am, that is hurtful."

And Jack took his room key and stormed off to the elevator.


Did you like it? I hope so! Please review!

I watched the episode of Doctor Who where Amy and Rory leave last night, and it's horrible, don't you think? It was almost as bad as Doomsday...! Anyway, well, bye...

Linley =)