When the Doctor Was a Doctor
Chapter Two: Fezzes Can Be Cheeky Too
A Doctor Who Fanfiction by: ThatOneWhovian
Author's Note: Thanks to all who read, reviewed, followed, and faved. Glad you enjoyed the beginning of my little story. I'll try to make this one a little longer. Also, it's been a while since I last updated, I will get a schedule for such a thing up and running soon, so until then, bear with me. Now, same drill as last time, I own nothing, nada, zilch. Please enjoy!
Martha stepped into the designated office in which the Doctor was assigned. She sat down onto the examination table, and waited for the Doctor to finish up his chat with a fellow doctor they met coming down the hall.
He stepped in, looking through the papers that he had read over many different times, still bearing the same information as last time. He looked at the complaint, then back up to the patient who seemed to be in pain.
"So..where are these chest pains occurring, Ms. Jones?" the Doctor asked, taking a seat in on a wheeled stool.
"It's like, I dunno, around my upper chest. It really hurts, Doctor." She replied, rubbing the area she said that was pained the most.
"Hmm. Is it like in, say, your collar-bone?" the Doctor said, standing and stepping toward the examination table.
"Well, no. It's a bit lower than that." She said, rubbing a bit lower. She was rubbing above the beginning of her ribcage, moving down lower and lower.
"At the beginning of your ribcage, eh? Maybe a few possible broken ribs." He said, watching her go lower.
"No, it's still a bit lower than that..." Her hand continued to move down, toward the swell of her chest.
"Now, Ms. Jones, you said 'Upper chest' you're moving more towards the mid-section." He said, blatantly, knowing exactly where she was going with this.
"But, Doctor, it's like its moving down, towards my stomach almost."
"Moving down you say? More towards your stomach, eh?" He said, stepping closer. He then placed his palm against her stomach, applying medium pressure.
Martha's eyes widen at the sudden contact. Being surprised she could barely speak audible words, and just shook her head left to right indicating a 'No'.
The Doctor's hands began to move up along her torso, and stopped about mid-way.
"Here?" He asked, looking at her with innocent eyes and applying the same amount of pressure he did to her stomach.
She once again shook her head 'No' still unable to make words.
He then moved his hand upwards, once more, stopping just before he got to the swell of her right breast. He applied the same amount of pressure once more and looked to Martha for indication.
She shook her head 'No' starting to know his game.
His hand then moved right under her breast. Within an inch his hand could be touching the once place Martha had wanted him to touch for so long.
With a nod of up and down, she told him 'Yes'. And then smirked to herself.
He then withdrew his hand, grabbed his pen and began to write something down on his clipboard.
"Well, Ms. Jones, it seems that the pain is originating from the undercarriage of your right breast. We'll have you tested, and examined, and maybe even call for a mammogram." He said, jotting down his quick notes.
"And will you be administrating these tests, Doctor?" Martha asked, hopefully.
"Oh, no, Nurse Joan Redfern will be taking care of you Ms. Jones. Now, if you can just make your way back to reception, I'll see if they have an available area for you Ms. Jones."
He walked over to the door, waiting for Martha to collect her things. When she did and began walking to the door frowning slightly. The Doctor, being a gentlemen as such, opened the door for the lady, and showed her back to reception.
On the way they passed Rose's nurses' station.
Rose noticed the downward frown of Martha's mouth, then looked to the Doctor, who was smirking and catching Rose's gaze. He then stopped in his tracks, told Martha to go on without him, and went up to Rose.
"So, Martha Jones, the man killer get shut down?" Rose asked, propping up on her hands, pushing herself up as her husband made it up to the counter. When he stepped closer they were eye to eye.
"Oh yes. For now, at least. Now, Mrs. Smith, I have the feeling of remembering that you said something about a lunch of Fish and Chips?" He said, placing his hands onto hers.
"I remember such a promise, Mr. Smith. Come on, let's go." Rose said, suddenly ducking under the counter, grabbing her things.
"Alright, alright. Hold on." The Doctor said, chuckling lightly. He pulled off his white coat and placed it onto a nearby coat rack. The coat rack held another coat about the same length as the white one. It was brown/beige, and long and flowy. It was his beloved trench coat, which he wore wherever he venture off to.
He placed on his coat, then took Rose's hand as soon as it became available, and cleared it with Donna that they were off to lunch.
On their way out Rose caught the glare of Martha Jones. She met her gaze, then smirked with a scoff afterwards as she turned her head back to the Doctor. Martha crossed her arms over her chest, and mumbled some incoherent, not so nice words.
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On the way to lunch Rose got caught up in window shopping.
She stepped into the store fairly quickly, and told him to go on and wait for her.
He did as he was told, like a good husband, and went and bought a large thing of Fish and Chips so they could share.
It felt like hours on end until Rose finally returned. But something was different. She had a new accessory atop her head, which seemed sort of off-putting. The Doctor stared bewildered at it, then looked to her face which was grinning sort of seductively.
"What in the world is that on your head?" the Doctor asked with a shrill pitch of surprise in his voice.
"What, this?" Rose asked, smiling cheekily and pointing to the red hat a top her head.
"Yes, that. What the HELL is that abomination?!" he continued, in his somewhat squeaky voice.
"It's called a fez, Doctor." She replied, still grinning. She then took the black tassel around her index finger and began twirling it.
"Don't you like it..?" she said, with a downward turn of her lips.
"Like it...?" He said, staring at her pout, which he always somehow found very enticing.
….
"I love it."
Another Author's Note: Yes. Martha has been defeated! But will she return? Ooh. Also, Rose's new hat, doesn't it seem sort of off-putting? Just a little? Any who, please review, and all that. Remember constructive criticisms are welcome! Also, I remembered that Martha was a Med-student, but in this she's not going to be. That's a little confusing, I know, so this is me, clearing that up. Anyways, Chapter 3 will be up soon, with hope. Also, this may be the chapter where it goes up to T, so tell me if you think it should or not. AND, I just love the Doctor and Rose's relationship in this. IT'S SO FLUFFY! Now, ta!