The Who Tales-

Hurricane Martha

Set during 'The Girl in the Fireplace'…

"You know what the Daleks call him? Eh? They call him the…"

Right then the Doctor and Marty stumbled in, laughing. Marty wore a paper party hat and the top of her dress was about halfway unbuttoned (and it buttoned in front).

"Th-that was fun…" Marty stuttered.

"I know! My God, the French know how to party!! Although," the Doctor frowned. "I think I accidentally invented the banana daiquiri half a century early."

"But it was good!" Marty held onto one of the droids to keep from falling over.

"Look at what the cat dragged in, the Oncoming Storm!" Rose said angrily.

"And Hurricane Martha," Mickey added.

"Hey," Marty grumbled, slurring. "My name is Marty. I don' like Martha."

"Thing is," the Doctor walked up to one of the droids. "You're so thick!"

"Bloody thick," the drunken teenager agreed, then slumped to the floor.

"Totally thick! Thick-thick-thickety-thick from Thickville, Thickania. And so's your dad!

"In fact, you're so thick, you probably think this is wine!" And the Doctor dumped his goblet on the droid's head, which shorted out.

He pulled off his tie and sunglasses and released Rose then Mickey, as the other droids had teleported away.

"Okay, Marty, you can stop it now," Rose grinned at the girl. "Great performance, though. I almost really believed you were drunk for a minute there."

Marty let out a groan.

"She actually is totally drunk," the Doctor scratched his head, trying to look innocent.

"What!" Rose quickly bent down and took the girl's head in her lap, attempting to check her eyes. "Doctor, how could you?! She's only fifteen!!"

"Why're you mad at me? It's not my business what the idiot gets up to!"

"Yes it is! Why didn't you keep an eye on her?!"

"Cos he was too busy with his fancy French aristocrat," Mickey snorted.

"Ohh…" Rose patted Marty's cheek. "Marty! You should know better!"

"The man… he said it was only grape juice…" Marty moaned. "I only had one… I was so thirsty!"

"What're we gonna do with our drunken friend here?" Mickey asked, indicating Marty.

"He's right, we can't exactly take her along in this state," Rose agreed, buttoning the white dress back up.

The Doctor handed Mickey a key. "Mickey, go to the TARDIS. In the medkit there's a jar of purple pills. Bring that back."

"'Kay." Mickey ran off.

"That's a good doggie!" the Doctor called after him.

"Shut up!" Mickey shouted back.

"My head…" Marty whined. "I am never drinking grape juice again!"

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I'm not that stupid. I know what wine tastes like, and I wouldn't be so dumb as to drink a whole glass. Plus, I don't even like grape juice.