A/N: I have several more chapters before this fic is done, I like to thank everyone for their kind words, you have really inspired me to continue... I love you all.
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Chapter Forty Nine: You're Married to Who?
Martha watched as her husband hopped around the controls, talking a mile a minute as he tried to cover up his pain of missing Donna.
"Alright Doctor Jones where to?" he asked, rubbing his hands together. "Do you want to go to your Manhattan flat or shall we go see the family and…"
"Doctor…" Martha cut in.
"I'm sure your mum and dad will be thrilled to know their grandchild…" he went on as if he hadn't heard her.
"Doctor…stop!" she said a little louder.
The Doctor opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it when he saw the look on Martha's face.
"Its okay love," she got up from the captain's chair and walked to his side and wrapped her arms around him. "You don't have to pretend with me," she continued. "I know you are missing your best mate."
The Doctor let his smile drop and nodded.
"I'm going to miss the fiery red head," he sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Including, giving me a good slap when I needed it."
Martha giggled.
"Poor baby," She kissed him on the cheek. "Why don't I draw you a bath and fill it with your favorite bubble bath? Will that make you feel better?"
"Only if you join me."
"If you insist," she grinned, biting her bottom lip.
"I do insist." he said with a smirk, his ancient brown eyes twinkling. "Besides you need to improve on your torture techniques." He quipped.
"What are you going to do, give me pointers?" She countered.
"Maybe…maybe not." He said, mysteriously.
"Maybe I should spank that cute bottom of yours," she hinted. "Slap you around a bit, you would like that wouldn't you?"
"Will you be using a paddle?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Kinky pervert."
"But I'm your kinky pervert." He growled.
"Yes, yes you are." Martha agreed, entwining her fingers in his.
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"Feeling better?" Martha asked, she and the Doctor was enjoying a lavender scented bath in a candle lit bathroom with strands of Thelonious Monk's Round Midnight playing in the background.
"Much better," the Doctor replied lazily, fondling her breasts. "This is just what the doctor ordered, thank you Doctor Jones."
"You're very welcome sir." She lifted her head to look at him; he dipped his head down and kissed her tenderly on the lips as his hands travelled down her body and rested on her abdomen.
The baby kicked twice against his hands.
"Oh wow!" Martha gasped, laughing as she placed her hands over the Doctor's. "Three times, he kicked three times."
The Doctor's face lit up as his hearts fluttered excitedly in his chest. "Hello little one," he said, his voice full of affection. "Are you enjoying this too?"
The baby kicked in response.
"Doctor," Martha whispered her eyes big as saucers. "Our child…?"
"Yes love, our child is in the beginning stages of developing a telepathic bond with us." The Doctor explained, answering Martha's unspoken question.
"Is this normal? I mean I'm only four months …"
"For a Gallifreyan child, this is quite normal." He assured her.
"Would I have trouble bonding telepathically with our baby?" Martha asked, concerned. "I mean… I'm not exactly a Gallifreyan; although I do have some characteristics of a Time Lord…I don't want my inadequacies to prevent our child from developing properly…" she suddenly burst in tears. "I'm a horrible mother," she wailed, crying onto her husband's chest. "Our child hasn't been born yet and already he is suffering…Doctor, please don't be angry with me…"
"Martha, my beloved wife," he wrapped his arms around her. "Shhh, please you are not a horrible mother and I could never be angry with you." He knew it was her hormones that were making her feel this way; he stroked her hair as he rocked her in his arms. "Our baby is developing just wonderfully…"
"Are you sure?" Martha hiccupped. "You're not saying that just to make me feel better? You said it yourself you don't know if…"
"Why don't I examine you to put your mind at ease?" He quickly offered, he mentally kicked himself in the ass for telling Martha about the uncertainties of her pregnancy as it progresses.
"Please."
He stood up and stepped out the tub before helping her out and wrapping her in the huge towel the TARDIS provided for her and carried her to their bedroom and laid her on the bed. She watched as he took his sonic screwdriver out his suit jacket breast pocket, punched in the right setting and slowly scanned her and the baby.
"Well?" she asked anxiously as he read the results. "What does it say?" The Doctor held out the sonic, Martha quickly snatched it out of his hand and read the findings. "Ara,ni – tyio." 'Mother, child – healthy.' She announced, sobbing. "Oh Doctor, I'm such an idiot…"
Her husband smiled, as he kissed her tears away. "Martha Jones…you have every right to be concern about the development of our baby…"
"But as a doctor…"
He kissed her softly on the lips to silence her. "But as a mother…" he corrected her. "It is completely different."
Martha hugged him tight. "I'm supposed to be comforting you, instead here you are comforting me…putting my fears at ease."
"As your husband that is one of my responsibilities, to chase away your fears."
"I know," she sniffed. "It just that I know what our baby means to you...after everything you had been through…this child is a miracle…a special gift…"
"I know," he said, resting his chin on top of her head. "And I thank Rassilion every day for him…and for you…I love you Martha Jones with everything in my hearts, I love you."
"And I love you with all of my hearts too, Doctor."
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General Sanchez stared at Martha in disbelief as she read Martha's resignation papers – effective immediately.
"Y-you can't b-be serious," General Sanchez stammered. "Y-you just c-can't leave w-without p-proper notice."
Martha stared at the elder woman, she and the general always had a good rapport and she had every intentions of keeping it that way. Martha inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled to control her rising temper.
"I had just given you proper notice," she replied carefully. "As of this moment, I no longer work for UNIT."
"B-but what about Project Indigo?" General Sanchez questioned. "W-who will we get to replace you?"
"It's not my problem," Martha replied, "I'm going to clear out my office and…"
"But Doctor Jones, you are going to be hard to replace…a person of your caliber doesn't come along every day…have you discuss this with HQ? Are they onboard with this?"
"If it makes you feel better I will call up and speak to the Brigadier himself," Martha replied, placing a person to person call to London.
"Brigadier Lethbirdge-Stewart office," his secretary greeted warmly.
Martha placed the call on speaker phone.
"Hello, this is Doctor Martha Jones speaking," Martha answered. "May I speak to the Brigadier if he's available?"
"Doctor Jones?" his secretary gasped. "Doctor Martha Jones?"
"It is I." she confirmed, feeling General Sanchez's eyes on her.
"One moment please, Doctor Jones."
Martha turned to General Sanchez and smiled.
A few minutes later the Brigadier's voice came across the phone lines clear and strong. "Doctor Jones," he greeted her warmly. "How are you doing my dear?"
"I'm doing well sir," she laughed.
"We were just talking about you," he continued. "Colonel Mace and I, we were saying how hard it's going to be to replace you."
"Then you know about my resigning from UNIT?"
"Yes, it seems a certain friend of ours had dropped by and delivered it to me personally." He hinted. "Why didn't you tell us…?"
"I'm with General Sanchez now and I have her on speaker phone," Martha quickly spoke up before the Brigadier could go on any further, she was certain the Doctor must have informed his old friend about their marriage and pregnancy. "She wants to make sure that my resignation has been accepted, before releasing me of my duties."
"General Sanchez, Doctor Jones has been release from her duties." He confirmed.
"Thank you sir," General Sanchez replied.
"Doctor Jones, we are going to miss your brilliance around here, but please do not be a stranger."
"I promise sir." Martha said. "Good bye."
"Good bye my dear and take care."
Martha turned to General Sanchez, the elder woman held out her hand. "You really will be missed, Doctor Jones." she said.
"Thank…" before Martha could say another word, General Sanchez's secretary quickly walked into her office.
"General Sanchez, ma'am, please come quickly!" he shouted, his voice laced with excitement.
"Sergeant Rucker, what is going on?" she demanded, storming out the office with Martha in tow.
"You will not believe who is here!" he replied, his green eyes wide as saucers.
"Who?" The UNIT offices were buzzed with excitement.
"He's here!" he whispered, in awe.
"Who's he?"
Sergeant Rucker opened his mouth to answer…
A tall, thin pale man, dressed in a brown pinned striped suit with a head full of unruly hair stepped forward with a twinkle in his eyes and a maniacal smile on his face.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor," The stranger answered. "Please to meet you."
Sergeant Rucker smiled at him as if he was a celebrity.
"The Doctor…as in the Doctor?" General Sanchez replied, becoming flustered.
Martha rolled her eyes, as if his ego wasn't big enough…
The Doctor winked at her. "That's me."
Captain Coachmen, First Lieutenant Mallory and Doctor Massey, Martha's officemates crowded around him.
"I…" Doctor Massey began; Captain Coachmen quickly hit her on the arm. "I mean we… had read so much about you…"
"All of it good I hope," he said teasingly.
Martha looked at his fan club and shook her head.
The women giggled as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
"Of course…" First Lieutenant Mallory gushed; she had never dreamed that the Alien would be so handsome, in a geeky kind of way, up close and personal.
"If you don't mind my asking sir…" General Sanchez asked.
"Please call me Doctor, I'm not part of the military." he interjected.
"Sorry…Doctor," the elder woman blushed. "I was wondering if there's some specific reason why you are here."
"I'm here to pick up my wife." He informed her.
"You're here to pick up your wife?" Sergeant Rucker echoed.
"Yes," They looked at each other wondering who he was referring to. "Ah… there she is…excuse me, please," the group watched as he approached Martha. "Ready?"
The looks on their faces were priceless.
"As soon as I pick up my personal items from my office." She replied, ignoring their stares. "I could use your help."
He entwined his fingers with hers. "Lead the way."
Martha smiled at her former officemates as she led the Doctor to her former office; they waited until the couple was out of earshot before talking amongst themselves.
"Sohe was the mysterious boyfriend?" Captain Coachmen whispered in disbelief. "Ohmigod, the Doctor?"
"I know right?" First Lieutenant Mallory spoke up. "No wonder the big wigs at HQ treated her as if her shit is made of gold, she's fucking the Doctor."
"Do I sense a hint of jealousy, lieutenant?" Doctor Massey quipped. "You read the files on Doctor Jones, she earned her promotions the old fashion way…she worked hard for them."
"I think Martha Jones is one lucky woman," Captain Coachmen spoke up, changing the subject. "Did you see the look he gave her? He was having sex with her mentally."
The other three women in the group nodded in agreement.
Sergeant Rucker snorted. Women,they can read sex into the dumbest things.
"Damn, I need a cigarette and I don't smoke." General Sanchez confessed.
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Martha looked at her husband and chuckled.
"What?" He asked.
"You and your ego," she answered. "You had those poor women drooling all over you."
"I didn't encourage them." he said, defending himself.
"Oh, really? What was that wink you gave General Sanchez?" she retorted. "And please don't tell me you had something in your eye."
"Okay…you got me there but…"
Martha grabbed him by the lapels and snogged him senseless. "Mmmm, delicious." She licked her lips. "You are sex on a stick, you know that?" She smacked his cute bum. "Mine."
The Doctor turned Martha around and bent her over the desk. "How about a quickie?" he suggested.
"The room has ears." she said, pointing at the closed door. "Too risky."
"I see what you mean," he sighed. "Too bad."
"It would've been fun," she agreed. "If you like, once we get back to the TARDIS we can play bad alien, good alien." She offered, her brown eyes twinkling wickedly.
"Oohh, is that a new game?"
Martha handed him a box. "Just thought it up myself." She said. "But we must dropped by Mistress Betty after we leave here."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Are we done?"
Martha looked around her former office, making sure she had taken everything. "Yes."
"Great."
Martha opened the door to her former office and stepped out with the Doctor following closely behind her.
"Goodbye Doctor Jones," First Lieutenant Mallory said. "We are going to miss you."
"Thank you Lieutenant Mallory, it's been great working with you."
One by one Martha's former officemates bid her goodbye as she and the Doctor made their way to the private parking lot where the time machine was parked.
Martha took out her TARDIS key and unlocked the door. She smiled as she stepped across the threshold of their home and walked up the ramp. The Doctor shut the door behind them and locked it.
They locked eyes as he sat the box near the captain's chair.
"Where to Doctor Smith?" She asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Mistress Betty, Doctor Jones."
A/N: From here on out, the next chapters will be pure Ten/Martha fluff...Thanks for reading!
