FINALLY!! here is chapter 9...hoping someone will read and review...I also want some people to check my profile and tell me if i sound mean...cause i think i do(just so everyone knows im not that mean...i like people)
so chapter 9 ta dah!!
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The crew got ready to bound out of the TARDIS. The Doctor grabbed his big brown coat and slowly opened the door. He breathed in the cool Autumn air of the small park they'd just landed in. The Doctor smiled broadly, and took a big step into a collossal and gooey mud puddle.
"Oh NO!!" cried the Doctor squishing in the filthy grime. His shoes were getting browner adn browner. Jack and Martha laughed at the Doctor's look of disgust ad he tried to clean the mud from his clothes, although he still stood in the middle of the gross puddle.
"Wait!" laughed Jack, trying to regain his breath. "Step back!" He called to the Doctor, and the Timelord did as he was told. Jack took a few steps back, as Martha giggled furiously. And he started running, and jumped over the puddle. "AHA!" he laughed, pointing at the Doctor. "I win!"
"Shut up!" said the Doctor quietly, and kicked some mud at him.
"Yeah, well!' Jack said and with that he bent down and scooped some mud into his hands. He threw it directly to the centre of the Doctor's chest!
"OH ho ho ho!" cried Martha. "Aren't you two violent!" She ran out and threw some mud at the Doctor as well. He stood there not saying a word just being very mad.
"Thank you, Martha," said Jack," Are we a team?"
"I think so," replied Martha smiling, and they started showering the Doctor with the thick, brown mud.
He protested and fought, and tried to throw mud back at the two humans; but they perservered and completely covered him from head to toe.
"Not fair!" the Doctor yelled, trying to jump out of the puddle, but Martha and Jack kept pushing him back in. "Stop!! Just Stop!"
Jack and Martha stepped back and looked at their muddy creation. "Sorry." Jack chuckled.
"Yeah!" cried the Doctor and, shaking the mud off his clothes, stepped back into the TARDIS followed by the others.
The Doctor closed the door and then took off his jacket. He shook it trying to get as much mud off as he could. Jack and Martha were laughing uncontrollably and the Doctor grimaced at them.
"What?" asked Jack suddenly noticing the Doctor's glare, and he became serious.
"I would yell at you..." said the Doctor grimly.
"Then why not?" smiled Jack. "Oh! I know!" His grin widened. "It's the jaw-line! Once seen, always year-"
"You've already used that one!" Cut in Martha.
"Have I?" He frowned. "Must be getting old..." and he shuddered at the thought.
"When I came to Cardiff to help Owen," she said and frowned.
"Yeah," said Jack and went to sit in the captain's chair.
"Suddenly! You notice that it's not good when the Doctor is covered in mud!" said the Doctor, as a smile crept across his face.
"Owen's dead," said Jack, and the Doctor's smile faded.
"Oh..." the Doctor mumbled." I..."
"Yeah, I get it," replied Jack and sat back crossing his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," mocked Jack.
The Doctor looked at him angrily...NO ONE MOCKS THE DOCTOR!!
"Anyway..." he said lengthening the first and last syllables. "I'm going to go put something clean on."
"So, he does change!" cried Martha, making the air a little lighter. "Please Doctor! Stray way from that pinstripe!"
"I wear other clothes!" he protested.
"The only other clothes I've seen was a leather jacket!" chortled Jack. "And that was your last regeneration!"
"Well," said the Doctor, lingering on the word, and then ran off down the corridor.
Once the Doctor was gone, Jack sighed and closed his blue eyes.
"Not gonna happen!" said Martha, noticing Jack's "longing".
"I know," said Jack,"But..."
"But?" Martha asked. "It's not like you actually love him! I'm mean, Come on!"
Jack's eyes fluttered open and gave Martha an angry stare. "But...I do!" He said quietly but firmly.
"I don't know how you can even think about it!" Martha gave Jack a look. "It won't ever, ever work...with anybody!"
There was a brief silence as Martha thought. She didn't really know what to say, but she knew Jack couldn't actually love the Doctor...could he? "He loves Rose," she said finally.
"Don't even go there, Martha!" he sneered and pointed his finger at her. "I know he loves Rose! And if that whole biological meticrisis thing hadn't happened with Donna and that other Doctor, she'd still be here! With the Doctor." he said sadly."Happy..." he added. "The best of times for him were with Rose! And I know, because I was there for many of those times! and it makes me feel so happy, when he's happy... I just want him to be...happy!" he laughed a little," God! I need to stop saying happy!" Now his voice was raised, but he still sat and pointed his finger, at Martha. "I want him to be with Rose! Ha!" he smiled..."But she's not here! And I...Do you know why I'm actually here in London?" Martha shook her head, looking suspicious. "Screw alians in a bar! I've known the Doctor for a very long time! And I know I've lovedhim through all of that! But, I was just sitting in my office at Torchwood, and I realized how much--how I feel. I thought he should know..."
"Why didn't you stay in Cardiff, then?" asked Martha. "He'll come to refuel!"
"Yeah, but hardly ever!" said Jack. "Most of the time he ends up here! In London! I just got this surge to come and tell him! It's like, well, you know! You love him too..."
"I'm over him!' she said quickly.
"Ha!" he laughed. "You may be engaged and happy, but...but no one gets over the Doctor! No one!" Martha frowned at him, embarassed. "And, umm..." Jack uttered trying tofind the right words. "And...I know I can't be with him, but why can't he just know how I feel? Why can't he give me something? He shifted in the seat, but saw Martha blowing off steam. "What are you jealous?" he snickered.
"You can't!" she burst.
Jack suddenly bolted off the chair right into Martha's face, still pointing, he yelled with that growl he has,"I do!!"
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The Doctor was trudging along the corridor, back up to the console room. His red converse tapped lightly on the floor and he whistled quietly. His clean blue suit felt good to have on after having been completely covered in mud.
He listened to the breathing of TARDIS and climbed the stairs. When he reached the top, he heard yelling.
"What the hell?" he yelped, running now.
He then heard Jack yell ,"I'll sue!" At least that's what it sounded like. He burst into the console room.
"What the hell is going on?" He screamed. "Who will you sue?" he asked Jack.
"No no no!" said Jack laughing, trying to cover up his humiliation. "I said, 'I do-o-o-o..." he then realized he probably should have sticked with "I'll sue"...
"What?" was the Doctor's reply.
But Martha picked it up quickly. "Cardiff play!" she said, maybe a little too loud.
"Cardiff play?" said the Doctor curiously. "I'vve never heard of that...how's that?"
"No, it's not famous!" said Martha.
"Yet!" interrupted Jack, playing along. "Ianto wrote it. It's for the Annual Torchwood Arts Festival! ATAF!" he said proudly.
"Oh," said the Doctor. "You have an Annual Torchwood Arts Festival? Can I come?"
"Well..." murmured Martha, trying to think of something good to say.
"We might have to cancel it this year though," Jack announced sadly, saving Martha. "Umm...Tosh! Tosh was supposed to have something planned..." he didn't reallly want to talk about is dead...his dead colleagues, but he couldn't have the Doctor showing up expecting to see some exciting performance. Though Jack didn't mind doing a little something for the Doctor on his own...he suddenly came back to real life, "But she's gone now," he said. "So there isn't really a point anymore."
"That's alright, but why were you practicing?"
"In case Toshiko magically comes back to life," Martha smiled...
"Yeah!" agreed Jack, but he wasn't smiling and sounded unhappy.
"Sorry," whispered Martha to Jack. "I didn't mean--"
"No," he said. "It's fine..." he grinned a little, and Martha looked at him strangely and shot Jack a stern look. 'What?' He thought, but he was thinking it so Martha didn't hear him.
"Alrighty then!" said the Doctor happily. "Didn't believe you anyways!" he turned to the console and smiled,"We'll be off then?"
"Umm," mumbled Jack. "Actually, I better go..."
"Righto!" said the Doctor, and grimaced, but smiled. "Righto? I like that! Bye, Jack."
Bye...Doctor," said Jack. Doctor, he loved the taste of his name, but he wanted to taste...more...
He walked towards the door slowly, he opened it and looked back at the Doctor with a look full of love and yearning. Marhta noticed this, and knew then Jack wasn't lying. Once Jack had left, Martha couldn't hold it in--she had to tell the Doctor!!
I love thesauruses, they mean that the Doctor gets to yelp!!
Anyway, the story is drawing to a close, and I don't know how to get people to read it without telling all the authors i like to read it...so!! tell your friends, pass it on, if you like it or not, I want over 7 reviews!! thats my goal.
righto(that is actually my word!!) lots of love
Winnie
