Chapter 4
Martha sat wrapped in the Doctor's jacket staring at him in surprise.
"You got a job?" she asked almost laughing but coughing to cover it up
"Yep," the Doctor replied standing in front of her.
Martha coughed again to hide a snort of laughter.
"Are you sick?" he asked concerned.
"No, no," Martha said shaking her head. "But how did you get a job?"
Narrowing his eyes the Doctor asked, "Why do you sound so shocked?"
"Because it's you," Martha said shrugging her shoulders.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Doctor, it's you, working, in a job," Martha said emphasizing each phrase.
"Yes, me, working, in a job," the Doctor replied in turn.
Martha rolled her eyes and asked again, "And how did you get the job."
"Noah said they needed some help around the inn," the Doctor replied.
"Noah?"
"We met him earlier," the Doctor said referring to the man with the strong Irish accent, "he and his wife Anna own the inn."
"Okay," Martha said standing up. She removed his jacket and held it out to him.
"No keep it," the Doctor said before turning and beginning to walk away.
Martha slipped the too big jacket on and easily caught up to him and asked,
"Doctor, have you ever had a job before?"
"Yes,"
"Where?" she asked intrigued.
"With UNIT," the Doctor said expecting Martha to be impressed but getting a different reaction.
Finally laughing Martha replied. "That wasn't a job."
"Why not?" he asked offended.
"I saw your files at UNIT and-"
Cutting her off, the Doctor asked, "Why were you looking at my files?"
Martha waved the question away with her hand and continued, "You never listened to anyone,"
"They would have been lost without me," the Doctor replied.
"You did whatever you wanted, when you wanted," Martha continued.
"They were lucky to have me,"
"Not to mentioning coming and going as you pleased,"
"I had other things to do," the Doctor responded.
"I hate to break it to you but that's not the same as having a job," Martha said.
"So you think I can't do it then?"
"I'm not saying you can't but...," Martha said shrugging one shoulder.
"Let me surprise you, huh," the Doctor said as they arrived at the inn, ending the conversation.
Inside, Martha was briefly reintroduced to Noah and met his wife Anna before they headed to their room on the second floor of the inn. It was quaint, but better than Martha had expected, with a bed against the far wall.
The Doctor leaped on to the bed and placed his hands behind his head before staring at her. Martha suddenly realized she was still wearing the Doctor's jacket so took it off and placed it on a chair in the room. She looked back at the Doctor who was still watching, and caused her to pause self-consciously.
"You okay?" the Doctor asked.
"Of course," Martha said biting her lower lip and noticing how the Doctor still hadn't got out the habit of taking up most of the bed. But feeling it would make her feel even more self conscious to say anything, she slide into bed beside him. She had choice but to press against his side and to get comfortable rested her head against his arm.
The Doctor looked away from her and stared up at the ceiling.
After a moment of silence the Doctor said, "I'm sorry,"
"Hmmm?"
"For getting us stuck here,"
"It's not exactly my ideal time travel destination," Martha said without ill feeling.
"And not what I had in mind when I asked you to travel with me," the Doctor said.
"It's not your fault," Martha said.
"But I think I already haven't made it easy," the Doctor replied.
"A bit of an understatement," Martha teased.
Turning to look at her, he said, "I see that, I'm sorry,"
Lightly heartedly Martha said, "Well, I think it's becoming our thing,"
"Getting stuck or losing the Tardis?"
Biting her lip again in thought Martha said, "Both,"
The Doctor frowned but replied, "I guess so,"
"Like 'Smith and Jones lost in space,'" Martha said causing the Doctor to mirk. Continuing she said, "Though it sounds like a cheesy '60s sci-fi program,"
"If I'm in it so it can't be that bad," the Doctor replied.
"Pfftt, next you'll want it named after yourself," Martha mocked.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Like you don't have a big enough head already,"
After a pause the Doctor said, "I like Smith and Jones better, at least you'll be with me."
"Yeah, it won't be so bad when we're together," Martha replied.
Feeling a sudden urge, Martha wrapped an arm around the Doctor's waist, and he reciprocated by wrapping his arms around Martha almost in a hug. Martha drifted off to sleep to the warmth of the Doctor's body and comfort of his arms wrapped around her.