A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and continuing interest. A big thank you to my beta Gina, I am so happy you are feeling better. The bananarumaorgy was first used in this story, also in this chapter you will find out the reason why Martha considers the Doctor as a friend only.
DISCLAIMER: Only playing in the Doctor's sandbox...Enjoy!
Chapter Six: Stupid, Stupid, Stupid
"Are you ready to pose as school teacher again?" Martha asked, placing the file of 'Samantha Jones' aside for later.
The Doctor's mind briefly brought up his memories of John Smith, Nurse Redfern and how badly he had hurt Martha. She immediately recognized the pain mixed with guilt expression on his face and caressed his cheeks.
"That happened a life time ago," She reminded him, reaching up to run her fingers through his unruly hair. "We had gotten passed that..."
"But it still hurts that I would treat you…my Companion…" He buried his head in her chest and sighed deeply, she kissed the top of his head. "Sorry…"
Martha rested her chin on his head. "All is forgiven."
He looked up into her beautiful brown orbs and smiled. "We have come a long way haven't we?"
Martha chuckled, nodding in agreement. "From the time we had first met until now, oh yes."
"It hasn't always been easy,"
"No is hasn't."
"Especially the time, you'd decided you could handle a bananarumaorgy," he said teasingly.
Martha thumped him on the nose.
"We had promised never to bring up the incident." She gasped, shoving him playfully. Martha felt the heat of humiliation crept up her neck and settled on her cheeks.
"I thought it was cute," he said smirking.
"You would," she replied. "Oh god, whenever I think about it…" she shook her head. "What was I drinking?"
"A bananarumaorgy." He laughed.
"Doctor," she protested mildly, rolling her eyes as she bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing. "That's not funny…" she giggled. "…really…" she looked into his eyes and burst into laughter. "Okay it's funny…now…" she admitted. "But not at the time, I wanted the ground to opened and swallow me."
"Oh Martha it wasn't that bad," he said, laughing.
"Ha! I was acting like a silly fangirl."
The Incident
January 5
The Doctor had taken Martha to January 5 for a day of rest; the idyllic vacation spot reminded her of Jamaica with it crystal clear blue water, gorgeous white sandy beaches and perfect weather - like Jamaica, it was a perfect place for romance.
Martha, tired of the Doctor ignoring her feelings for him, decided to make him jealous. It sounded well on paper - especially with her dressed in the least amount of clothing possible without getting arrested for public indecency. She felt the Doctor's eyes on her as she lay provocatively across the comfortable chaise lounge next to him.
Martha pulled down her shades and smiled coyly at him.
"Thank you for bringing me here," she sighed dreamily, taking several deep breathes. "This is just what the doctor ordered."
She adjusted the strap of her bikini.
"Uh…Martha don't you think you should cover up a little?" he suggested. "You don't want to attract the wrong kind of attention."
She shooed his words away. "Really Doctor, you act as if you never seen a woman in a bikini before." She teased.
The Doctor blushed.
Their cabana boy, an orange skinned stud with gorgeous honey brown eyes, gave Martha an appreciative look before asking her and the Doctor what they wanted from the bar.
"I have a bananarumaorgy." The Doctor replied, giving the man a withering glare.
"I'll have what he's having." Martha cooed, any drink with the word orgy in its name had to be…sexy.
"Martha, do you know what is in a bananarumaorgy?" he inquired, raising his brows in amusement.
"Besides bananas?" She shrugged her shoulders matter-of-factually. "Who cares?" She pulled a fashion magazine out her beach bag and thumbed through it.
The Doctor opened his first edition of 'War and Peace' but couldn't read passed the first sentence. Martha's shapely legs were distracting him.
"Martha?" he questioned.
"Hmm?" she answered. Before the Doctor could get out his words, their cabana boy came back with their drinks. "Thank you." She smiled sweetly at him, taking the tall sunrise yellow glass from his hands.
The Doctor cut his eyes at him.
Martha took a small slip of the bananarumaorgy and moaned in pleasure. "Mmmm Doctor, this is good." She said, smacking her lips appreciatively. "I think I'm going to have another, once I'm done with this one."
"Martha you have to be careful." The Doctor warned her. "A human body can't handle more than one."
Martha took another sip, the creamy banana flavored drink sent shivers down her spine. "We'll see." She went back to her magazine.
Several minutes later, their cabana boy presented Martha with another bananarumaorgy. She looked at him – puzzled. "Courtesy of Prince Rudermor," He replied. "He's sitting five chairs away from you."
Martha looked passed the cabana boy and into the steely gray eyes of the most beautiful man she had ever seen (besides the Doctor). The prince nodded, acknowledging her presence.
The Doctor was not amused.
"Martha, please don't accept the drink." he said. "If you accept it, you're as good as engage."
Martha laughed; delighted the Doctor is suffering from a mild case of jealously.
"Tell the Prince thank you." She watched as the cabana boy delivered her thanks to the most handsome man she had ever seen (besides the Doctor).
The Prince saw this as an invitation to come over.
"Hello." He greeted, smiling the most beautiful smile she had ever seen (besides the Doctor).
His melodic voice hypnotized her as he continued to talk.
The Doctor hemmed and hawed, muttering in Gallifreyan under his breath.
Martha mentally patted herself on the back.
Her plan was working.
"You are so beautiful Mar-tha." Prince Rudermor declared.
She giggled, loving the way her name rolled off his tongue in two syllables.
The two bananarumaorgies began to have an effect on her.
"Mar-tha, I love you." Prince Rudermor declared.
"I love you too, Rudermor." Martha giggled, fanning herself; the bananarumaorgies were really having an affect on her.
"Will you marry me?"
Martha's eye's widen, she turned to the Doctor. "You hear that Time Lord?" she hissed. "A Prince wants to marry me."
The Doctor snapped his book shut and glared at the Prince. "Martha is not free to marry." He informed him. "She is my wife."
"She is?" the Prince asked in surprise.
"I am?" Martha hiccupped, her boozed induced memory vaguely remembered their stay in 1969 and the exchanging of rings. "Hey, you're right, we are married." She turned back to the Prince. "S-sorry." She said. "My husband will not give me his permission to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders. "Too bad, I always wanted to be a princess." She said wistfully.
Prince Rudermor apologized profusely and offered to pay for their hotel suite.
The Doctor politely declined.
"You can buy me another bananarumaorgy." Martha spoke up.
"Martha, sweetie you have had enough to drink." The Doctor replied. He gathered up their belongings and hoisted Martha over his shoulders.
She squealed in delight.
"Are you going to take me upstairs and have your way with me?"
"No." he replied, taking long strides. "You are going to have a lie down and in the morning you are going to hate yourself."
"No I'm not, you're my husband, my lovely, lovely husband." She slid her hands down his back until she reached his bum. "You have a nice bum." She said, squeezing it. "I dream about your bum."
The Doctor smiled.
"I love your hands too… and your eyes." She confessed. "Really, my handsome husband I love everything about you." She opened her mouth and belted out her rendition of My Guy.
DWDWDW
The Doctor swiped their room key and opened the door; he placed Martha on the couch and went into the bathroom to get a wet towel for her forehead. While the Doctor was preoccupied, Martha got up from the couch and stripped. The Doctor stopped in his tracks on seeing a very nude Martha standing in front of him.
"Doctor, I demand you to make love to me." she slurred, stomping her feet as if she were a spoiled child.
The Doctor's Adam apple bobbed up and down.
"Uh…Martha you're not in your right mind." he said, reaching for his overcoat. He held it out for her.
She refused it.
"Doctor, don't you find me a tiny bit appealing?" Martha asked, her voice, soft as a little girl. "Didn't you know I was flirting with the Prince and the cabana boy to make you jealous?" she confessed, holding back her unshed tears.
"Martha, dear, I do find you attractive." The Doctor said. "But I will not take advantage of you in your current state."
"Not even if I don't mind?"
"Nope." He drapes his huge coat over her shoulders.
Martha, feeling embarrassed beyond belief, ran out the room sobbing uncontrollably, cursing for making a jackass out of herself. She walked out the hotel lobby and turned right. 'You should have known Martha it would never work; the Doctor doesn't see you that way you're not Rose.'
She headed towards the beach and found herself sitting on a rock, being lulled by the waves. She pulled the Doctor's overcoat closer to her body. Martha wasn't surprise to hear footsteps approaching her minutes later.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked.
Martha, too ashamed to look at him, nodded.
The Doctor dropped next to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Sorry, about my little performance." She apologized.
"It was the two bananarumaorgies." He replied, grinning at her.
"And my confession?"
"What confession?"
She laid her head against his chest, her stomach began to bubble. "Doctor?"
"Yes Martha?"
"I'm about to hurl."
The Doctor held Martha's hair and patted her back as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Once the feeling of death passed over her, he held her close to his chest and gently stroked her hair.
DWDWDW
"That's when I finally put on my big girl knickers and realized you would never care for me as more than a friend and if I wanted you in my life, I had to suck it up and move on." Martha kissed him innocently on the lips. "I'm so glad we're friends."
The Doctor plastered a fake smile on his face as he died a little inside.
Why didn't he tell her that he wanted to be more than her friend?
That he wanted her for himself?
He gently took her hands in his, turned them palm side up and brought them to his lips and kissed them. "Martha…" he began. "W-what if-if I w-wanted..." he stammered.
Her mobile rang.
"Go on," she urged, ignoring the ring tone.
"I think you better answer it." he said, chickening out.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "It seems that whatever you have to say is very important."
He shrugged his bony shoulders. "It could wait." He assured her.
"Well okay," she said, not believing him. Martha took out her mobile and glanced at the Caller ID. "Mitchell," she sighed. "Doctor, I'm going to step out for a bit, will Chinese takeaway be okay?"
"It'll be great Martha." He replied.
Martha grabbed her bag. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me now?"
"I'm sure," he watched as she walked out the front door, he blew out a breath of frustration and pulled at his hair. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he chastised himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
A/N: Doctor I agree...Thanks for reading!
