Title: Do Not Disturb

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Obviously no part of Doc Martin belongs to me. If it did, the last episode would have been very, very different.

Summary: Very short little ficlet set sometime between the proposal and the wedding. No substance here, it's just fluff.

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Martin stormed angrily down the winding streets towards his house. He could hear Louisa calling after him, but he was too angry to answer her. Knowing she would not follow due to her current state of disarray, he marched on through the town, eventually reaching his home and slamming the door behind him.

As he switched on his computer and waited for it to load up his mind went over and over the previous events. It was the fourth time in two weeks that he and Louisa had tried to enjoy some private time together and they had been interrupted by one of the many half-witted inhabitants of their town. This most recent time was the worst yet. Thankfully, their dignity was still intact, but neither the doctor nor his fiancée were impressed.

Moments later he had finished what he wanted to do online and turned off the computer again. After running upstairs and packing a small bag containing a few bathroom items and a clean set of clothes, he grabbed a newly printed sheet and headed back out of the front door.

"Pack a bag, Louisa," he said as he arrived back at the teacher's house.

"What?" she replied, confused by his return.

"Just a toothbrush and change of clothes will do," he continued.

Sensing he was not in the mood to be argued with, she obeyed and mere minutes later he was dragging her by the hand through the streets towards his car. People were calling out to them as they went, but Martin ignored them completely.

Half an hour later Martin turned off the main road and parked in the car park of a large stately home turned hotel. Climbing out of the car, Louisa looked up at the building in awe. By the time she looked back, Martin was already entering reception like a man possessed. As she caught up with him they were checked in and the receptionist was describing how to get to their room.

"This has all happened very fast, Martin. What are we doing?" Louisa asked as she followed him through the hallways.

"As much as I hate it, I accept that we will be constantly interrupted for the rest of our lives, but just for one night," he explained as they stopped outside their room, "I want you all to myself."

"So you can have your wicked way with me?" she grinned in understanding.

"Quite frankly I don't care if we spend the evening doing cross-stitch as long as there's no Bert or Pauline or nuisance neighbours getting in the way," he said, turning the key in the lock.

"Martin," she began, wrapping her arms round his neck and pulling him close, "I don't think we'll have time for any cross-stitch."

As they stumbled over the threshold of their sanctuary, the door closed tightly behind them. A few seconds later, it opened again, a hand placed the 'Do not disturb' sign firmly over the handle and the lock clicked into place.

From inside the room, the sound of a ringing phone floated out into the hallway.

Followed quickly by the sound of the phone smashing into a thousand pieces.