Accompanied -
The tour that Jack had given her was amazing; to Martha, this place was just as big and amazing as the TARDIS. It may not have been alien, but it still wow'd her, made her brows shoot up. And there she went, once again comparing the place. But still, this place was awesome; it had everything! There was the Archives that held everything and all of whatever the Torchwood Team found that the Rift spit up, there was the Vault that held any captured creatures that slipped though the Rift, the Armoury and Shooting Range, the Holding Cells, Greenhouse, Owen's exam room/autopsy, Ianto's kitchen and even Jack's messy office, the main floor of the Hub, and all of the electronics that went along with it.
But was more surprising and shocking and completely unexpected—was the taste of Ianto's coffee. Martha couldn't even describe it; there were no words. Jack had said that once she had tasted it, that she'd never go back and Martha was sure that he was right. She didn't think it possible, she had always been a tea person, never once had she ever willingly wanted coffee, but now she was sure that it was all she wanted to drink. The thing was though, she knew that she'd do a spit take if it was ever coffee from a shop, that she'd only ever drink Ianto's brew.
Ianto had been watching her carefully as she had taken her first sip; she was hesitant and he knew that she was just doing it to humour Jack and him. He could tell though, the instant they realized that this was no ordinary brew. It wasn't when the hot liquid entered the mouth, or that moment when it sat on the tongue, but when it was swallowed, gliding down the back of the tongue, that was when the taste buds that sat at the back of the jaw realized that they were never going to be the same after this. The way that Martha's hesitant eyes widened, that nearly inaudible intake of breath after swallowing.
It got Ianto every single time, but that seemed times ten now because it was Martha.
And then something happened; Martha took another sip, this one bigger than the last and more eager than before. It wasn't that sip though, that made his heart gasp, but the fact that after she swallowed, a long and drawn out moan left her lips as she stared at him in wonder. Ianto didn't know what made his mind wander in this direction, it never would have before, but he found himself wondering if that was what Martha Jones sounded like during sex.
Ianto forced his expression to stay the same, forced the blush that wanted to rise back down. It grew harder as he looked at Jack and found the Captain looking at Martha with a heated gaze—because that was when he knew, knew, that that was what Martha sounded like when she and Jack had sex.
Yes, so it wasn't bad enough that he loved Jack, but was now thinking about Martha that way. Imagining her naked, imagining Jack naked, their bodies pressed together, dark and light. Ianto barely stifle the gasp; he had to get out of the room before he did something that he couldn't take back.
Ianto cleared his throat, drawing the couple's surprised eyes. "I'll leave you to it." he told them, his eyes flickering between the two. "Gonna go and clear Owen's area, I would leave it to teach him a lesson, but then I think we'd all be in danger of a rubbish slip-up." He said, referring to his earlier 'slip'.
"I really do think that we should quarantine his area one of these days." Jack said riley, giving Ianto a wink.
Ianto didn't even bother to hide the smirk that it caused as he turned and left the kitchen, grabbing his tools on the way.
"I told you," Jack said in a sing song voice, grinning at Martha.
Martha didn't even care, not in the least as she took another sip of the yummy coffee that Ianto had made for her. From what she had heard the two of them talk of the others, she knew that she'd probably get on well with Owen. He was a doctor and a total slob like her. She didn't think that Jack knew this about her yet, they hadn't been in the proper spot for her pig of a personality to come to light. She could totally learn from Owen too, about all of the creatures and beings that came through the Rift; almost like his understudy or an apprentice.
What was she thinking? She'd promised herself that she wasn't going to get pulled into this, not like she had with the Doctor. She was going to go back to school and finish to become a real doctor, one that worked in a hospital and healed humans.
But that ship sailed without when Dr. Owen Harper finally showed up and Jack wasn't sure if he felt glad or was upset—and he wasn't sure if it was about Martha joining Torchwood 3, or if it was the way Owen and her were together once they met.
After Ianto, Martha met Toshiko Sato who was a shy genius, and then Gwen Cooper who was a loud former police officer. Martha liked them both, but she found it easier to communicate with Gwen than with Tosh.
As what Martha assumed was normal, Owen arrived late—receiving grumbles from his co-worker (mainly Gwen), before he got a coffee from Ianto then went to work.
That didn't happen this morning though, and Owen was slightly weirded-out. He knew that having a routine in this line of work was the rarest thing next to a day being relatively quiet, so he shouldn't have been surprised when things went differently today.
When he entered the Hub, he didn't get grumbles from Gwen—something that should have tipped him off immediately—but since she and Tosh had their heads together and were talking in whispers, he was safe to assume that they were talking about Rhys. So he left it because he was fine with picturing Gwen naked, but he was going nowhere near the image of a naked Rhys, no matter how deprived he became.
He'd just taken the strap from his shoulder and set his bag at the corner of his desk, which he found was sparkly clean via Ianto Jones, when Jack's head popped over the top railing.
"Owen!" Jack called, a delighted grin on his face. "Nice of you to finally pop in!"
And there it was, routine popping back into place. "You know me, Jack, I'm always fashionably late!" He called back.
Jack rolled his eyes at that. "Come up here a minute; I got a surprise for you."
Before Owen could say anything, Jack's head disappeared back behind the railings. He gave a sigh and glanced at Gwen and Tosh, who both looked at him with such fake looks of innocence that Owen could spot even if he were blind. He rolled his eyes at them as he slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair before going up the winding stairs to Jack's office. He pushed open Jack's office doors, not bothering to knock because Jack was the one who called him up here, right?
"I didn't do whatever Ianto said that I did..." Owen started, trailing off when he noticed that Jack was not alone.
He cursed internally, wishing that he had looked before he started talking like an idiot. The woman that was leaning against the side of Jack's desk was a dark-skinned Goddess. And he just wanted to die in a dark corner because his brain froze and he stumbled over his words like a daft moron.
"Uh, hi. I uh didn't realize that Jack had company." He smiled at Martha and at the same time he shot a glare at Jack over her shoulder. He shook himself, and forced himself not to act like a bumbling fool as Jack grinned at him. "Dr. Owen Harper," He stepped up to her and held out his hand. "And you might be?"
Martha stood up from the side of Jack's desk and took Owen's hand. "Martha Jones," She replied. "It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Dr. Harper." She told him, a smile on her lips.
Owen forced his eyes from those gorgeous lips to look into her beautiful brown eyes. "Please, call me Owen." He told her in a charming tone of voice, still holding her hand in his.
"Martha," She told him back.
Martha couldn't believe this place; full of such people. There was no way that she'd be able to deny the fact that Owen was hot, just as Ianto was and Gwen and Toshiko were beautiful—but still, in her eyes, they were no Captain Jack Harkness. She knew that he was flirting, and she had to admit that she was returning it somewhat, but it would amount to nothing—at least not in her eyes.
Jack cleared his throat as he stood and stepped behind Martha, prompting Owen to finally let go of her hand. He looked at Owen from over Martha's shoulder, his stare slightly hostile. He knew that Owen was going to flirt with Martha, it was inevitable; but he never realized that he'd feel this way about it. He'd loved before, been in relationships before; and something like this never would have really bothered him before—but for some reason, because it was Martha, it did.
So, instead of doing something harmful to Owen, he placed a possessive hand on Martha's hip and that was what seemed to ground him.
"Owen," Jack addressed, his voice level. "Martha's a Medical Student, I thought that you'd show her your lab, some of the medical equipment that we use and some of the Species database while you're at it."
Owen stared at him for a moment, noting the hand on Martha's hip; a simple gesture of possession. It sucked because Martha was really hot, and any other time he still would have went for it—but this was Captain Jack Harkness, and if there was any man that you shouldn't mess with, it was him.
"Sure," Owen smiled at Martha. "It would be my ultimate pleasure, Miss Jones." It wasn't his fault that he couldn't turn it off.
"Thank you, Owen." Martha looked at him with appreciation, a smiled on her lips.
"Not a problem," He gave Jack a nod before he turned. "Just come and find me whenever you're ready." He told her before he left.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack asked her quietly once he knew that Owen was out of earshot.
Martha turned in his arms and gave him a kiss as she looked up at him. "I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure." She told him.
"You should be finishing school." He told her, nearly sounding like a parent talking to their child.
Martha scoffed at him. "I'm still gonna finish school, Jack." She told him. "That doesn't mean that I can't do this on the side."
"If you really want to..." Jack sighed dramatically, and Martha couldn't help the small giggle. "Just don't get into trouble," He told her. "Owen is a trouble maker."
"You sure that's a good idea?" Martha grinned at him. "I seem to attract trouble myself."
"I know," Jack told her. "You attracted me, didn't you?" He raised a suggestive brow.
Martha just laughed, shaking her head as she backed out of his arms. She turned and left, not able to stop the devilish grin on her lips, and glad that Jack couldn't see it. She knew that the second she had made the decision to stay at Torchwood that she wouldn't be able to back out—that she wouldn't be a normal doctor. She was oddly okay with that, even when she left the Doctor she promised to herself that she'd treat people.
But the truth of the matter was this: Once you went with the Doctor and stepped into that TARDIS, there was no going back. Even after you left him, doing something as normal as treating people in a hospital wasn't going to be the same. Because now people weren't enough, it had to be something else, something better, something new and something that wasn't human.
That was just what being with the Doctor did to you.
note: I know that I've basically made everyone fall in love with Martha, but who in their right mind wouldn't fall for Martha Jones every single time?