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Chapter 7

Torchwood and UNIT watched a blue box de-materalized. Jack looked amused, "I always figured he was a parent at one point, but this seems-" He was interrupted by his favorite coffee boy.

"Kind of surprising?" Ianto asked.

Jack chuckled, "She's sexy."

"Not only do you want her father, you want the daughter." Gwen deadpanned. She rolled her eyes, Jack was too much sometimes. Ianto shook his head, he sure as hell did not approve. Not that he would tell Jack that.

"It's not like I want them at the same time." Jack countered with a grin, "Can you imagine how that would turn out?"

A few of UNIT's soldiers nearby looked at him as if he was crazy. To be fair- UNIT practically worshiped the Doctor, Jack wanted to shag him.

Colonel Mace cleared his throat and spoke in a warning tone, "Captain Harkness."

"What?" Jack replied with innocence. Everyone nearby rolled their eyes. "Here's a good question, since UNIT is so determined to take this scene as their own...are you paying for all the damages?"

Gwen and Ianto exchanged looks. Their boss.

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Martha checked the temperature of the unconscious blond, before noting it on the clipboard. For all purposes, the woman on the bed should be dead. She appeared dead and Martha would've accepted that if it hadn't been for the Doctor. The cold body temperature and slowed down heart rate were deceptive to the normal human examination. According to the Doctor, Jenny was in a Time Lord healing coma. She would be in that state until her body was 100%.

"Nothing is going to change so soon." The Doctor spoke up from behind her. He placed a hand on her lab-coat covered shoulder. They stood inside the medical bay on board the TARDIS. If Jenny had been around a few body's ago, the Doctor would have placed her in the Zero Room. Except that room didn't exist in the ship anymore since he had ejected it.

Again.

He really should find other rooms to eject from his beloved ship.

The human doctor nodded, "I know...it's been a few hours already though. There hasn't even been a spike in body temperature!" Martha held the clipboard to her chest. It was really her version of a safety blanket. Being on the TARDIS was always comforting in normal circumstances, but she was over looking an alien patient. And not any alien patient, but the daughter of her friend.

The only other Time Lord (untrained as she maybe) in existence.

He squeezed her shoulder in reassurance. "Why are you so calm?" Martha asked finally. Her brown eyes looked over at him, shining with curiosity.

"One of us has to be calm," the Doctor explained as he carefully plucked Martha's clipboard away from her. "She isn't human and Jenny has Time Lord traits." He tossed the clipboard into the sink beside them. "If she survived...well she survived that. I don't think she traveled this far just to give up."

A smaller hand covered the one on her shoulder. "She's a fighter like her dad." The Doctor rested his cheek on the side of Martha's head. "And that was my clipboard you just tossed!" His free arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"You don't need it." He nuzzled her hair. "If you want to watch over her, I can get you a book."

Martha rolled her eyes, "You are so nonchalant right now. It's annoying." She released his hand and sighed. The Doctor was the expert here, but she was still concerned. That's how she was naturally, especially when it concerned a patient.

"Well, I've never been a fan of gray hair. Not even when I had it actually." He retorted, before a thoughtful look crossed his face, "Except when I was younger. I didn't mind it then, used it to my advantage a few times."

Martha raised her eyebrow, "That's right, you used to torment the Chestertons."

"Did Chatterton tell you that?"

"Chesterton." Martha corrected patiently as she turned around to face him. She had meet the married couple twice: once in 1969 and the second time through Sarah Jane. It had been a companion-only meet-up (of the ones located in the UK) before she left. Though, Sarah Jane had left her with contact information for other former companions located around the globe.

The Doctor pulled away from her. "That's what I said."

"You, mister, are horrible." The Doctor looked at the small index finger poking him in the chest with amusement. His hands rested on Martha's waist as he smiled innocently at her. "I wouldn't mind that book and could you grab my phone from my room? I need to call mum." He wore his blue pinstripe suit with a brown button-down shirt.

One of his hands left her waist and went to his hair. He ruffled it as he pondered her words, "Francine? She's probably ranting on how I kidnapped you." Which he hadn't done. He just had no plans of returning Martha to Earth until Jenny was awake.

And Martha asked.

Besides, he had taken Martha because he trusted her. He felt strongly towards her and he wanted her to get to know Jenny. The first time around she hadn't and that had been Jenny's fault.

And Francine really shouldn't worry about him.

"I'll be able to tell you that when I have my mobile." Martha looked amused though. "Besides, you're in the Time Vortex. She isn't going to slap you from Earth."

He gave a small smirk, "Oh yes. That's going to stop Francine from slapping me into a new body."

"You could have gotten to know her." She reminded him, a hand resting on his chest. "Then she wouldn't bother slapping you, she'd have you sanctioned instead." Martha gave him a cheeky grin. Her hair was pulled back and held that way by her hair clips. She wore a wine colored cap-sleeved v-cut and black jeans underneath her white lab-coat.

His companion looked good in her lab-coat and the warmth of her hand was distracting. He covered the hand on his chest with his own before leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss. The other hand on her waist went to her face and cupped her cheek.

Martha's eyes widen for a moment before she closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. He moved to deepen the kiss. Her hand clutched the fabric of his shirt as he explored her mouth, before she remembered who she was snogging.

And where they were snogging.

She gently pushed him away. If she were religious, she would consider herself as having a spot reserved in hell. As it was, she felt the need to leave.

That was NOT supposed to happen! Not between them.

He pulled away from her, his brown eyes stared at her. His thumb stroked her cheek. "Martha-"

"That shouldn't have happened." The petite woman told him. His thumb froze on her cheek. "We're just friends."

His hearts were beating faster. "Martha-"

"And friends don't snog each other!" She continued. "Not unless-" Martha's brown eyes searched the Doctor's hopeful expression. "Doctor." Her tone was small and unsure.

"Martha Jones." His thumb resumed stroking her cheek. His tone was much softer than she normally heard it. "Were you really against it?"

"No." She replied.

"Can we do it again?"

A small smile crossed her face, "If you tell me why you just snogged me."

"I might of traveled all of time and space before deciding to ask a certain doctor out." He replied a cocky smirk slowly appearing. "Might have saved a world or three, then decided I needed to pop in on my doctor."

Martha cocked an eyebrow. She hadn't forgotten her teasing when she first boarded the TARDIS and he was using it against her? "My memory isn't faulty." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"Never thought it was."

UNIT's Medical Chief looked at the alien with narrowed eyes. "What's changed?"

"Life changes quite often." The Doctor pointed out. "Especially mine." Martha covered the hand that had been on her face with her own. She pulled the larger hand between both of her smaller ones. His brown eyes watched her.

Martha clasped the hand and stroked the back of his hand. He wouldn't admit the real reason and she wasn't sure if she was ready to hear it. "We should worry about Jenny. She's more important." Despite her coy nature, it was true. Jenny was more important and Martha knew she would be returning home once the younger woman was awake. Her job and family were waiting for her.

The time for Martha and the Doctor had passed.

And despite how fast her heart was beating, she wasn't giving herself that hope.

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The Doctor poked his head into the medical bay. Martha had been in there with Jenny for four hours now (he might have been counting out of boredom.) He was curious on what his...friend...girlfriend...Martha was doing.

He really should consider giving her a proper label. Not that humans required labels. It would help him understand what he was doing. That was the thing, what sort of label would he give Martha? It had to be one she accepted and if he was honest with himself, she wouldn't accept the title of girlfriend. At least, not his girlfriend.

His hands were shoved in the pockets of his blue trousers. It was annoying, knowing he could have had Martha but he had been afraid. She had been like him in so many ways and that had always scared him. He scared himself really. The lengths he would go to, the things he did. To meet a human just as capable of doing what he had, all for the good of the universe, it had been intimidating. When she had been ready to blow up Earth to defeat the daleks, he had thought she was bloody mad. Yet, it had been his fault.

He told her how he sacrificed his own planet and she had been prepared to do the same.

That hadn't flown very well with him.

Martha's head was resting against the back of the chair she occupied. She had curled into herself to fit into that position, only a book kept her head from resting on her knees. The woman who walked the world slept soundly. Her host, ran a hand through his hair before entering the room and stopping beside her sleeping body.

Doctor Martha Jones threw the book in her hands the moment a hand touched her.

"Ow, ow, bloody hell! I thought we were over that?" The Doctor complained as he rubbed his stomach.

Alert brown eyes stared up at him in confusion, before narrowing. "Haven't I mentioned, more than once, not to disturb me when I'm sleeping somewhere that isn't my bed?" Martha swung her legs over the chair's armrest and on to the floor. The flexibility she tended to show still surprised him. Her back pressed to the back of chair she rubbed her knees through her jeans. "You'll be fine."

The Doctor rolled his eyes, "That's what you say every time you leave me with a bruise." His human companion closed her eyes and cracked her neck for a minute before opening them again.

"You wouldn't get bruises if you didn't: 1. sneak up on me and 2. be rude." Martha rolled her eyes, "And aren't you a big, bad Time Lord? Little human women shouldn't be able to bruise you."

The Doctor pouted adorably at her. He crossed his arms and leaned forward. "Little human women shouldn't have such violent tendencies."

"So much for being a big, bad Time Lord."

"Some people are afraid of this Time Lord."

"Considering you're the Last of the Time Lords, can't imagine how hard that is."

"For a human, you sure have a sharp tongue."

"For a Time Lord, you sure have rotten timing."

A grin crossed both their faces. "Are you hungry?" He asked finally. Martha yawned.

"A bit." She glanced over at the bed where Jenny laid. "Are you excited?" Martha stretched and walked towards the bed. She gently checked over the blond's broken bones. "The bones are healed."

The Doctor raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "Excited about what? And why are you surprised about that?"

"Time Lords." Martha muttered annoyed.

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Hoshi: Well, Happy Holidays! I'm in such an awesome mood because my credit card app was approved! (Yes, I know not to spend it all in one place.) I'm going to start writing chapter 8 right now!

And those lemons. I'm going to make sure I finish one before/on New Years Day.

If you spot any errors let me know. :)