They stood in the doorway of her flat, neither one sure how their feet managed to take them there. Jamie knew it was her home because the Doctor had memories of this place, though admittedly he had seen it blown to holy hell.
Here, it was still intact.
In the end it was the cold that drove them from their comfortable place. (A rundown gazebo in a park that was almost exactly halfway between their homes, Jamie would forever call it 'their' spot.)
He reached for her hand with a gentle nudge, and she grabbed his and held on for dear life, her slim fingers wiggled in his palm.
"You wanna come up for coffee?" she asked.
Jamie took a longing look upstairs, then turned to face the diminutive woman in front of him. As he stared at her, a zeppelin roared past them loud enough to strangle and conversation they may have.
"I really want to." He began tugging at her hand to bring her closer to him. "Which is why I am going to decline...for now.' He smiled tugging her into his arms and placing small kisses along her forehead; kisses that seemed to multiply with intensity as he trailed toward her lips.
Martha moaned softly, nearly inaudibly. "You keep that up,' she breathed "And it won't be a choice."
He smiled and brought her hands to his lips. "I want this Martha." He confessed. "But I want this the right way, do you understand?" he whimpered into her ear.
She nodded, but he could feel the heat rolling off of her. "Does this mean another three months of clinical lunches?" she asked only half joking.
"Clinical?" he guffawed. "Oh Martha Jones I do like you!"
Smiling back in earnest now, she stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the lips quickly efore running p the stairs to her flat.
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"Morgenstern, you incompetent idiot what the hell did you do to my patient?"
Jamie barged into the office of the Chief of Surgery, the man had balls, Jamie would give him that.
Morgenstern sat at his desk, feet raised and a smug look painted across his face. "Dr. Noble. Nice to see you too." He smirked.
Jamie could see an anger management doll in his future. "What the fuck did you do Edward Brooks?" he stormed. "He was scheduled for images and scans. How the hell did he end up on your operating table last night?" Jamie raged.
Morgenstern rose from his seat and pointed a finger at the younger man. "Now just you wait a minute. This is about helping patients, not whose patient belongs to whom. Get your ego out of this Doctor. Brooks took a turn for the worst last night while you were…out."
"He was in stable condition!" Jamie felt the storm rising in him, felt the anger rising like a physical thing inside of him.
"Well, my records say different Doctor Noble."
Jamie had often heard of the phenomena of seeing red, but this was the first time where his anger actually tinted everything a distinctly red hue. "Morgenstern you had absolutely no right! He is my patient, why was I not called in?"
"You were busy last night weren't you?" Morgenstern smirked.
Realization hit Jamie full force. "Is that what this is about?" he asked in that same all too mellow tone. His fists clenched in his jacket pocket, and Jamie worked his anger management steps.
Morgenstern fixed a glare upon his face and moved in closer. "If you want to be a good doctor Jamie, there are a few things you need to learn. The most important is that you should be careful about mowing lawns that are not in your yard."
Jamie had never wanted to hit someone so bad in his entire life, (which was admittedly short) In fact had it not been for the memories he held of the Doctor, he would have completely given over to his baser inner Donna.
He glared at the idiot in front of him, speaking in a very calm even tone. "You get one warning Morgenstern. You'd better hope that my patient doesn't suffer any adverse affects from your rant or so help me—"
"Are you threatening me?"
Jamie returned the accusation with a glare and another warning. "
The sound of their arguing had reached others in the suite of offices
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Pete was in the chairs in the waiting in chairs when he fumed into his office. In his ire, Jamie walked right past him.
"Jamie" Pete put a hand on the doctor's shoulder to get his attention, and was just in time to duck the blind punch. "Whoa!, you all right?"
Jamie stared at his fist in horror, not sure how he managed to direct his anger at someone else. Thankfully it was Pete, but Jamie could not help wonder what would have happened if it had been Donna, or one of his patients. Jamie collapsed onto a chair and held his head in his hands. "I'm so—"
Pete knelt beside him. "Hey, Jamie, why don't we go grab a drink and you can tell me what's going on. " Pete offered.
Jamie looked at Pete in horror. "You're going to tell on me aren't you?" he asked in absolute horror. "You are going to go back to Oliver about this."
Rather than answer, Pete led Jamie into his own office and shut the door. "Jamie, I am only worried about you. I come here to invite you to Christmas dinner and you very nearly cold cocked me. Now, if you can give me a plausibly good reason why this is not a call for alarm, I am all for discretion."
Jamie had not wanted to talk to Pete about anything. After last night, he had hoped to invite Pete out for another beer so he could brag about how well his date went the night before. Now, it was a situation of Jamie fighting for his right for independence.
But in the end, he told, Jamie figured the only thing that he could do was to tell the truth.
Pete listened, the entire conversation ended with Jamie having a good cry as Pete hugged him. There was no sadness in the tears. It was a purely emotional response to a purely emotional event. Pete seemed to understand that Jamie was still learning appropriate responses to certain emotions. Pete once told Jamie he was like a set of spark plugs misfiring, or a badly wired car. Turn on the radio and the horn wailed, turn on the window wipers, and the hazards go.
Jamie cried for what felt like hours, but in reality was only sixteen minutes.
Sixteen minutes of gut wrenching, soul cleansing tears. He did not just cry about the incident today.
He cried for the abandonment he felt at the hands of his 'father.'
He cried because he missed the TARDIS.
He cried because in was Monday.
He cried for the loss of his own universe, stuck somewhere in a prison he did not choose.
He cried because he had no choice.
He cried because he felt powerless in his own life.
He cried because there was no one like him, anywhere.
He cried for the memories he didn't want.
He cried for the memories he did.
And at the end of it all, Pete ruffled his hair and asked if he thought it would be a good idea to call Oliver and maybe get another set of ears to listen to him.
Jamie agreed, but first he called Martha.