Drops of Jupiter

Summary: As Martha laid dying in the American West, she noticed something odd. Something that makes the Clades, "Unknown" scan proves true. What does that mean for the Doctor and herself? [eventual Doctor/Martha]

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

A/N: AU Utopia/LotTL and seasons 4-6.

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"In the 1960s we were fighting to be recognized as equals in the marketplace, in marriage, in education and on the playing field. It was a very exciting, rebellious time."

-Marlo Thomas

Chapter 3

"Ah, good ole 1969! The Moon landing happening for the first time for you humans." The Doctor told Martha with a wide grin as they left the alleyway that the Weeping Angel had dumped them in. His companion had no grin to return. Not that he blamed her, the trip was as uncomfortable as possible without a vessel. Not to mention, he'd taken Martha to see the moon landing four times already. She had this love for it that was endearing, it didn't matter where they went in the universe...Earth's moon held a special place in the hearts of Martha Jones.

Instead she was trying to figure out if she should kill the Doctor when they got the TARDIS back or just attempt to destroy the stupid Weeping Angel that sent them to this stellar time period. If the universe wanted to remind Martha Jones that she was a woman of color, it was doing a fantastic job of it. Here she was, 1969- no papers to get a job related to her schooling and there was the Doctor.

What was she going to do with him?

According to that woman's- Sally- video, she would get a job and support him.

Which implied they lived together right? So, a flat. The Doctor and herself needed a flat. To get a flat, they needed money. And if Martha remembered her history properly, her pounds were worthless at the moment.

Oh she was going to destroy every angel statue she owned when she got home.

Turning to the Doctor, ignoring whatever he had been talking about, Martha leveled a look on him. The Time Lord actually scratched the back of his neck as he swallowed thickly. Human women had this ability to scare him more than any evil being he had ever faced.

"Right then, Martha Jones...we need..."

"Money, a flat, food and clothes." Martha wasn't surprised when the Doctor's eyebrows shot up. "Yes Doctor, you'll have to suffer doing the domestic thing. Emphasis on suffer."

"Martha?" His voice went high pitch which meant she was scaring him. Good.

"I have to work and support you. So you will do something other than build that thing to get the TARDIS back." There was something about the way she was scaring the Doctor, that amused her so. Before her death weeks ago, she would've followed the Doctor's lead. She would've been the one suffering from the domesticity. Now, she had this 'take charge' desire. Butting heads with the Doctor was fun, but this was better.

The Doctor silently prayed that Sally sent his ship soon. Not because there was something wrong with his lovely companion, more because she was scary. Very scary really. Almost on the same level as Francine Jones and Jackie Tyler scary. "Right then, like I said earlier first stop should be one of those pawn shops."

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Martha wasn't the type of person to be discouraged easily. However, after seeing several potential landlords (or landladies) she was about ready to let the Doctor stay in one area and find herself somewhere more welcoming. Staying as mates sharing a flat? Shot down and murdered by the first landlords. At that point Martha started doing all the talking as she and the Doctor would be homeless if he kept talking. She tried the mixed race couple that wasn't married. The way that had been shot down left Martha thankful for the laws of her time.

And now here they were, sitting in the plain parlor of yet another potential landlady. Martha fully expected the woman to ask if they were married. The old woman- Mrs. Granslaw, a widow- did ask that question. Before Martha even got to reply the Doctor himself answered that they were engaged.

"We're engaged. We were trying to set ourselves up somewhere before you know- tying the knot. Martha's been really patient about it, not really one for big weddings." The Doctor turned to Martha, he sent her a wink, before digging around in his coat pocket. "Actually, she still forgets to wear this-" He pulled out the bio-damper disguised as a wedding ring. "Its actually pretty cute when she remembers she's supposed to wear it now."

The old woman's eyes had widen at the sight of the ring, that the Doctor carefully slipped on Martha's hand. Martha, had to turn her head away otherwise she'd laugh her head off. How the hell did the Doctor know her that well? "Shush you, its not like I took it off on purpose. I really didn't want to damage it!" Martha retorted as she spun the ring around her finger. Pretending to be engaged to the Doctor.

Weirder things have happened, right?

"Oh, that's adorable! You, Miss Jones should really keep up with that, I'm sure Mr. Smith worked very hard to buy that!" Mrs. Granslaw chided her, a smile on her face. "When is the wedding if you do get the flat?"

"Two weeks." The Doctor replied without hesitation. He really hoped this worked out, humans were so complicated in this time! How had he forgotten? Last time he had been in the 60s he hadn't even bothered with a flat, instead he had set the TARDIS in a junkyard. Susan hadn't minded in the least, until Ian and Barbara-THEY WERE BACK IN THIS TIME! The Doctor felt his face light up at the thought of his first human companions (even if he had kidnapped them so to speak). Oh, he'd have to take Martha to meet them! Hopefully, it won't be like when Rose met Sarah Jane.

Oh, Martha should meet Sarah Jane too!

Once he had the TARDIS back, he would pop in on his former companion!

Mrs. Granslaw and Martha were staring at him, now. The Doctor ran a hand through his hair, "Cash deposit?" He asked before digging through his pockets for the shillings he'd gotten earlier.

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Martha unlocked the door to her new temporary flat that would be shared with the Doctor. The place was one bedroom, had a small living room, a tiny kitchen and a small bathroom. All the furniture in the flat was old and obviously worn. "Two weeks? And what caused you to light up like a Christmas Tree?" Martha asked as she moved around their small flat noting things they'd need to survive a while. Hopefully they weren't staying past a few months, one if they were lucky. The flat with eggshell color walls and hardwood floors wasn't horrible, but she preferred her teal blue colored walls.

The Doctor took off his favorite brown coat and tossed it on the table in the kitchen. Ignoring Martha's questions he started going through the pockets pulling things out. Martha wondered back into the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at the things the Doctor pulled out of his pockets. "I packed a bit! The TARDIS was insistent on it really."

"How did she manage to get you to listen?" Martha asked as she looked at the pile of clothes, money and junk food on the table. She wasn't surprised seeing all the sweets nor was she surprised when the Doctor pulled out bananas. Men, were horrible at packing essentials.

Apparently, that included Time Lords.

The Doctor rubbed the back of his head. "I can only take being hit on the head so many times Martha Jones." She laughed at that, as she sunk into the wooden chair at the table. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? She could only hope the Doctor didn't start becoming moody. "She dropped these on my head specifically." The skinny alien handed Martha several things. A box with a brand new flat iron in it (she officially loved that ship more than the Doctor!), a Harry Potter book (specifically number three which was her favorite) and a plain white box that looked like the ones she used to put her niece's outfits in during Christmas time.

"What's this?" Martha asked the Time Lord gesturing to the box that for all purposes should not have fit in that pocket.

He shrugged in response. "All my attempts to peek ended with the old girl shocking me. I think she's still a bit angry with me over something." His brown eyes did look at the box curiously. "Though now..."

"She didn't want you to see." Martha told him poking her tongue out as she moved the box away from him. "So no peeking for you."

"B-b-but Martha~!"

Smiling, Martha felt cheerful for the first time that day. Sure, she still had to find a job but right now she and the Doctor had tackled two problems. Money- for now, and housing. Though, she and the Doctor needed to head to the market before it closed.

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Despite her threat to make the Doctor suffer in 1969, she didn't bother to go through with it. Instead the next day, she went around and tried to find work in a shop. The Doctor being himself, kept busy doing something. Martha had tried to ask about his day, but his reply had made no sense. So, she told him about her day while attempting to cook dinner. She told him about how she had found a small shop to apply too.

He was only interested in the location of the shop.

Her good mood had gone sour with his lack of interest and was probably why she burnt part of their meal. Then he went and commented on her cooking skills.

1969 was going to be one long trip.

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Silver: I know I didn't mention any updates to Martha's condition (except for her now having developed two hearts...) but more to come on!