Drops of Jupiter

Summary: As Martha laid dying in the American West, she noticed something odd. Something that makes the Clades, "Unknown" scan proves true. What does that mean for the Doctor and herself? [eventual Doctor/Martha]

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

A/N: AU Utopia/Sound of Drums/LotTL and seasons 4-6.

Dialogue from the actual episode or book

Also, be warned...lemon in this chapter!

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"Crave for a thing, you will get it. Renounce the craving, the object will follow you by itself." -Swami Sivananda

Chapter 5

It had been a few weeks since their wedding day, Martha had kept all the pictures in the same box as her dress. Though a few did decorate their tiny flat. Martha no longer cooked mostly for the Doctor's sake. Her tendency to burn things was starting to bother his rather sensitive nose. Instead, he cooked. Martha nearly threw her Harry Potter book at his head when she found out he was rather good at it.

When Martha stumbled in from work, late, she was sure the Doctor hadn't noticed. She was rubbing her temples and gave him a tense greeting before kicking the door shut. The Doctor frowned, what was wrong with his little wife?

It had scared him how easy it was to think of Martha as his wife. Part of him resented that he'd accepted her so easily in that role. What about Rose? The blond had done a lot for him. She was the reason he was the man he was today. How could he have ignored that for Martha Jones? Martha Smith, he mentally corrected himself. And you weren't ignoring it, you were moving on, you're moving passed it. He hated when he applied logic to his self. It's simple really, Rose Tyler will not be coming back. Martha Jones is a woman that happens to outwit you on occasion and is completely independent. Her existence does not require you to hold her hand or talk her through every situation.

What was he supposed to do if the universe decided to take Martha from him as well? He nearly killed himself when it took Rose, if it hadn't been for Donna. The redhead woman saved him and told him he'd become scary. Martha, his little wife, put up with his moods, his moping, his unreasonable demands, racial abuse and had died (more than once) because of him. The Doctor set the table in the kitchen as he continued to think about the situation. Martha suffered during his time more than Rose had and she still stuck with him.

Then he remembered Martha kissing Riley Vashtee.

"I only go for humans."

That's right, his little wife only went for other stupid apes. His Time Lord brain was prepared to ignore every other sign that pointed to the contrary, except he heard a whimper of pain. He glanced at the cracked door of their bedroom. "Martha, are you alright?" He called out. The Doctor ignored his task in favor of investigating.

A peak in the dark room found Martha not anywhere in sight on first glance. Second glance, the Doctor finally recognized her. Knees to chest as she clutched her head in pain sitting in a corner. Concerned, he approached her and kneeled in front of her. "Martha, what is it?" She didn't reply as she finally looked at him.

He saw the pain in her eyes and ignored how his hearts sank. He had to help her. "May I?" He asked as he decided to try telepathy. "Yes." She replied so quietly he thought he'd imagined it. Removing her hands from her face. He placed two fingers to her temples, her mind was rather chaotic. He could feel it on the outer reaches of his mind. "Relax Martha, I'm going to peek okay? Just close your eyes."

The Doctor entered Martha's mind and winced at how loud it was. It didn't take him long to realize why it was so noisy and chaotic. "Martha, Martha Jones where are you?" Her telepathy had been developing, but now it was active and Martha had no idea how to control it. As a result, she was picking up the broadcasting thoughts of the other humans around them. "Oh, Martha." He muttered with a frown on his young features.

As he moved about, he noticed the features of Martha's mind. Gallifrey. Her mind-scape was based on his description of his home planet. He smiled warily, his Martha was something else. It was perfectly accurate, but perhaps he could show her a memory of it? He finally found Martha, or who he assumed was Martha. The child didn't look happy to have so many people around. Not far from the child were stacks of books and medical supplies. "Hello."

The dark skinned child with twin pigtails looked at him in surprised. Her clothing consisted of a pink shirt, jeans and a white labcoat. "Doctor!"

He smiled as he crouched down to her level. "Everyone is disturbing you here aren't they?" He asked gently.

"Can you make them go away?" She asked him, her brown eyes looking at him innocently. He never realized how much he missed Martha's dark brown eyes until then.

The Doctor shook his head. "I can't, but you can with my help." The girl nodded. "Right then, Martha Jones lets get started." He sat cross legged in the snow capped red grass. Child Martha followed suit. She looked at him intently as he started to explain how to get everyone out of her mind except him.

An hour later, Martha breathed deeply as her eyes snapped open. The Doctor's face was inches from her own. His brown eyes stared into her brown ones. Neither spoke as the Doctor gently removed his fingers from her temples. "Better?" He asked finally.

Martha didn't reply. She wanted to be held right now. She didn't care if he talked about Rose while he did it, she needed the physical contact. Without warning she launched herself at him. Part of her hoped, he didn't reject her. The Doctor apparently understood her need. His arms wrapped around her waist as she didn't move. "It hurt."

"I know."

"I can feel Earth rotate." Martha whispered burying her head into his chest. "It scares me." He wanted to tell her it was normal, that she'd get used it...but he kept quiet. Martha was venting. As much as he hated emotional situations, he swallowed his discomfort. He'd been waiting for this to happen.

For her to realize how serious her situation was.

"That ticking right out of sight, but its always there. I always know now." Martha hated being vulnerable. She was used to being strong- for her family, friends, herself and even for the Doctor. This telepathy thing had been the breaking point. She had shakily gotten through a day at work because of Nicole taking care of her. Her attempt to take aspirin ended with her throwing up.

Nicole had made a joke that her husband would be a dad soon.

Martha hadn't been amused in the slightest.

The Doctor waited, but Martha didn't say anything else. Instead, she held on to him. "I did finish dinner, if you want to nibble on something." Her light brown eyes snapped to him, something in them made his body temperature rise.

Martha wanted physical contact. And the silly hug wasn't going to work, she decided. Her eyes slid from his own to his Adam's apple. The Doctor felt his eyes widen when Martha's warm mouth touched his skin. She adjusted her body so she was straddling him. "M-M-Martha!" She slowly kissed and teased the skin of his neck. Her teeth scraping parts of it.

One of the Doctor's hands flew to her hair. He meant to pull her away.

Really, he had.

Instead, he pulled her head back and crashed his lips on to hers. He bit her full lips before he ravished her mouth. His body was reacting to Martha Jones and he really thought about stopping, but then she moaned into his rough kiss.

The rest of his mind shut down as he worked on erecting similar sounds from her.

Martha moaned as the Doctor took her. Her nails dug into his pale skin as he bit the skin of her neck. His bony hips crashed into her warmer ebony ones. Her lips could only release quick pants and whispers of her lover's chosen name as she demanded more. The tightening in an area lower than her belly told her she was getting closer. Closer to climaxing.

The Doctor took Martha like he should have done on their wedding night. If his little wife thought one time would be enough for him, she would be in for a surprise. Her body reacted to all of his touches which pleased him. He drew his mouth down to her hard nipples. He loved the way she breathed his name out as he bit the brown bud.

Martha slid one hand up to the Doctor's head, she threaded her fingers through his hair. Her nails scraped his scalp causing him to breathe her name out. She did it again. The reaction from the Doctor turned her on more. His right hand grabbed her wrist, and then he grabbed other hand. He held her down.

Holding Martha's wrist together and pounding into her was intoxicating for the Doctor. He didn't want to stop. Her body was coiling tighter.

Martha didn't disappoint as she cried out "yes!" as she climaxed. Still pinning her hands, he continued to take her. His own body started coiling, he shut his eyes as he neared his own released. Martha came a second time as he released his seed inside her [1].

The Doctor glanced at Martha and noticed she was watching him. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. Martha smiled shyly at that. He smiled, that had been such a release. When was the last time he'd allowed a woman that close to him?

It didn't matter, he figured as Martha's tiny hands lazily drew patterns on his stomach. The Doctor surprised Martha when he pulled her on top of him. He quirked an eyebrow in silent questioning. Martha offered a wicked smile in return.

Oh, his little wife was allowed on top anytime she wanted, he thought. His hands gripped her hips and he allowed her to ride him. His hips bucked to meet Martha's rhythm. She threw her head back and allowed him to fill her that way. His brown eyes watched her breasts moved. Like a kitten chasing string, he pounced on her breasts. Biting and suckling on them. She held his head there encouraging him on as she rolled her hips on his. Marking them with teeth marks, he pulled his head away instead capturing Martha's mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

He rolled them over and then he made love to Martha Jones. His pace was slow enough to not end them soon, but fast enough to satisfy her.

Martha wrapped her arms around the Doctor when he rested his head on her chest. A satisfied grin played on both their faces as she gently ran fingers through his hair. Her steady heartbeats and the soothing fingers through his hair drew the alien into a light slumber. Martha glanced at the window with a sigh.

1969 was their little world, but when they left would any of it matter?

She knew the Doctor, he could and would ignore this if he wanted. It would all go back to his beloved Rose and how much he missed her.

A few hours later, Martha woke up to find the Time Lord still in her arms. She gentle stroked his hair causing him to shift under her touch. Martha laughed quietly as she realized the Doctor was breathing on her neck. The rumbling from her laughter caused the Doctor to open his eyes. He stared at her with a raised eyebrow, his chin resting in the area between her breasts. "Morning sleepy." Martha chirped.

"How does your head feel?" He replied as his hands gripped her hips once more.

Martha smiled at him, "Better. Thank you." His brown eyes slid from her face to her neck and finally her chest. Then his glazed flickered back up. "And the rest of me feels fine. Though there is this heavy person on me." She joked with him. "Huge head, sexy spiky hair."

"Sounds like a problem." He muttered in between the light kisses he placed on her neck. The Doctor slowly trailed his way down.

Martha whimpered at the feelings stirring inside of her. This man was horrible and yet wonderful. "Yes." She breathed out.

"A big one?" He asked pausing below her belly button.

"Very big." Martha whimpered as his cool hands explored her lower body.

The sun finally shined through the hideous 1960s curtains. Martha finally left the shower, one Doctor in tow, to get dressed for work. How she was still standing, was amazing to her. The Doctor was a little kid that always wanted his way and Martha hadn't stopped him. She really had no intention when he had climbed in with her, his hands exploring her body. The Time Lord had literally caused her knees to weaken with his touch.

And he had love knowing that he could.

She went through the clothes in their room trying to find something suitable to wear. He had only partial dressed himself (boxers and trousers) before grabbing her from behind. "Martha~!" He whined adorably.

"Yes?" She replied continuing to pull things out. Her breathing picked up as he nibbled on a sensitive area of her neck. "Theta!" He bit her when his old name left her lips. "I've got to get ready for work." At some point in between all the intimacy he told her to call him that. She wanted to know if that was his real name or just another alias he used.

"Fine!" The Doctor pouted against her brown skin. "I don't suppose you have an idea on where we can get a video camera do you?"

Martha raised an eyebrow, "None of the neighbors? What about Ian and Barbara? They've been nice to us so far."

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It took six weeks before the TARDIS arrived in 1969. Martha hadn't wanted to leave, at least not with the Doctor giving her his attention. Not while their relationship felt like a real marriage. She knew when they stepped into that box that things would change.

She wasn't wrong.

When they had walked into the ship, she watched has he ran a hand over the console. Basking in the feeling of comfort from the TARDIS. Reaching a hand out, Martha touched the railing in wistful excitement. She supposed she had missed this wonderful ship.

A calming humming filled her mind, easing her worry. Closing her eyes, she felt a slight pulse underneath her hand. As if the TARDIS was saying 'welcome back'.

"Ready to head off?" The alien asked as he started turning nobs and pulling levers. Martha nodded, not trusting herself to not object to ending what they had. "I'm thinking somewhere...less Earthy. Perhaps Millanoka, it's got bright pink skies! Baby blue clouds, oh and gorgeous beaches."

Martha raised an eyebrow. "I remember you talking about beaches before and us ending up in giant snow globes."

The Doctor's face flushed in embarrassment. "We were on the right planet!" He defended himself, his magnificent ship had landed in the snow globes rather than on the nice, warm beaches that surround them. "So no beach than?"

Her lip had curled into a smile. "Nah." Martha laughed as the Doctor pulled on a seemingly random bar. The TARDIS started to groan and wheeze as it left 1969. With the ship moving again, Martha headed to her room to change.

Except when she reached the turn for her room, the door was gone. "What the…?" The medical student frowned, before checking another door. As she walked deeper into the ship, she found another door. This door was partially opened and she peeked a head in. It looked like the Doctor's room. There were brown suit jackets tossed about on a chair. Hanging on the bed post was a rather long multi-colored scarf with a brown hat on top. A white shirt with frills on it was tossed over a desk chair.

Next to that desk, was a very familiar vanity desk. Her desk with her jewelry box and make-up. Entering the room, a quick look into the wardrobe showed her clothes next to a collection of pinstripe suits.

"Martha! We're parked in the Vortex." The Doctor called out as he reached the room. He look around their shared bedroom. "She worked fast."

"You knew?" Martha asked as she started pulling an outfit.

The Doctor stepped into it and glanced around before trying to shuffle some things into the second wardrobe. "Well, she left you a wedding dress. And well, she can see the future so it stands to reason that she knew how 1969 would turn out."

"How did it turn out?" She asked pausing in her shuffling. Her heartbeats picked up. A hand landed on the small of her back. Gently pulling her towards the Time Lord.

Cupping her cheek, The Doctor pulled her in for a deep kiss. Martha Jones let her hands fly the lapels on his jacket. Her goal had been to push him, instead she pulled him closer and snaked her arms around his neck. Gripped his hair. "Well, I'm married. You're married. We do things like this."

Martha laughed at her husband. A warm feeling of relief spreading through her chest. "And here I thought you would forget all about it."

"I could, but then I'd be just depriving myself needlessly." He explained. "You're not completely human. You have the ability to regenerate…and more importantly, your life span has grown. Possibly enough to match my own. All of that helps me feel better about engaging you in a romance."

"So if I weren't part alien, we wouldn't be like this?"

"Honestly? Yes."

Martha wanted to be upset about it, but she supposed a Time Lord capable of living thousands of years deserved a partner that could last that long.

The Doctor cupped Martha's chin and forced her to look at him. "That doesn't mean, I've never had feelings for you when you were human. It meant that I couldn't act on them. Especially my attraction to you. You are a brilliant woman." Leaning down he kissed her. He moved a hand to her hair and undid the thick ponytail that was there.

His little wife started to undo the buttons on his suit jacket.

They decided to christen their newly shared room in their home. The TARDIS hummed excitedly as she felt the energy flow between the two of them.

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It had taken a few hours of resting before either decided to leave their room. Martha had gone to take a quick shower and the Doctor had followed her in there without hesitation. The quick shower, turned into an hour long affair.

Not that either of them minded. They had all of time and space to themselves.

Hence, them arriving later into the console room to pick a destination. The Doctor had arrived first and was examining various readouts. His brown hair was damp, but spiked up thanks to Martha's fingers.

She strolled in with her hair in a thick half ponytail-messy bun like style. A grey and black shirt flowed down her frame with black jeans on. Over it was her grey Diesel jacket. Martha stood a few feet away from the console as the Doctor manned the controls.

The curious side of her wondered for the umpteenth time how the amazing time machine worked. Maybe, she could ask him about TARDIS lessons, again.

"Cardiff!" He exclaimed breaking her from her thoughts.

"Cardiff?!" Martha repeated, curious. It wasn't considered an exciting place to visit per say.

"Ah! But, thing about Cardiff, it's built on a rift in time and space, just like California on the San Andreas fault but the rift bleeds energy. I open up the engines, soak up the energy AND use it as fuel."

"So it's a pit stop?"

"Exactly! Should only take 20 seconds. Maybe we can find a cozy resort for a proper honeymoon." He looked at the readout with both eyebrows raised, "The rift's been active."

"Wait. They had an earthquake in Cardiff, couple of years ago. Was that you? Doctor!" Martha watched as the Time Lord grinned cheekily and mention something about a "Slitheran." Whatever species that was and her cheeky husband said a proper honeymoon!

"Finito, all powered up." Except the when he started dematerializing the ride became bumper than usual. He looked at her with concern.

"What's upsetting her?" Martha asked as the TARDIS sounded as if she was crying and scared. The young medical student wondered about reaching out telepathically.

The Doctor's response was about the years they were speeding passed. "The year 1 trillion. No ones ventured this far, not even Time Lords."

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Martha had rushed over to the body on the ground. He was a handsome man, that wouldn't look that out of place in the 21st century. As she touched him, he felt out of place to her. Part of her found his presence to be alarming. "He doesn't have a pulse. Wait, you have the kit in the TARDIS!" Martha muttered, running back to the blue ship. "You're in the way!"

The Doctor shifted as Martha pushed passed him. He couldn't really stand the way that being near Jack made him feel. He looked down at the body. "Hello again, oh I'm sorry."

Martha rushed passed him and started to look over the body. "It's a bit odd though. Not very one hundred trillion. That coat's more like World War II."

"I think he came with us."

"How d'you mean? He's from Earth?"

"Must have been clinging to the outside of the TARDIS. All the way through the vortex. Wow, that's very him."

"What, do you know him?"

"A friend of mine. Used to travel with me."

After meeting Ian and Barbara, Martha found herself fascinated with the idea of previous companions. They undoubtedly had great stories to share about the Time Lord. At least, she figured they would because, well, The Doctor is marvelous. This former companion seemed to be causing the Time Lord and his box a great deal of discomfort. "I'm sorry, there's no pulse." She turned back to the body just in time to watch as the man took a deep breath.

Martha's eyes widen and as she reached forward to help him sit up. He had gorgeous blue eyes and a soft smile as he spoke, "Captain Jack Harkness."

"Don't do that." The Doctor cut him off.

Martha heard the stern tone, but turned to reassure the skinny alien. "It's alright. Really." She helped Jack sit up. "Martha Jones."

The former Time Agent smiled before turning to the Doctor. "You left me."

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Martha knew she shouldn't have pointed out the fob watch. Part of her thought it was a bad idea, but he had looked so sad.

And, part of her knew it was because she had listened to her husband talk about another woman the entire evening. Martha thought that maybe, just maybe, he would mention something that would make her feel better. Except not even the ring on her finger could keep her from feeling down.

As she was left with the blue alien and the professor, Martha had tried to distract herself. Which is how she had started the conversation on the fob watch.

How she had indirectly helped the Master awaken.

The young medical student, had left him alone with the watch and when they had returned the Master had be awake.

And stole the TARDIS as well.

Martha had the stray thought that Rose wouldn't have awaken the Doctor's archenemy.

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Silver: I'm pretty terrible with lemons and promise to stop! One day.

[1]: Whether or not the Doctor can even release sperm is debatable. For my story, I'll pretend that he's able to at least.