Hopefully this story will start to get more depth to it now, so here's chapter two, with a hint of humour...Enjoy!
Chapter Two
Martha strolled down the road towards her mother's house. From where she was walking, she could already see the blue Police Box. This should have made her feel happy, and delighted that he was back on Earth, but knowing he had a new companion now -and how he spoke so cheerfully of her- made her feel less than welcome. She quietly pushed the back gate open, and walked into the kitchen, where the Doctor and Francine were peeling potatoes.
''Martha!'' The Doctor placed his potato peeler ontop of the cupboard, and pulled Martha into a tight hug, which she uncomfortably returned. ''You alright?'' The Doctor asked, sensing her newly found negativity for him.
''Yeah, just had a rough day at work, thats all.'' Which was partly true. On more than one occassion that day, fully grown men had claimed they were dying, even though Martha and the other medical students had told them it was just a severe cold they were experiencing. The subject was quickly changed to the topic of potatoes, and how odd it was that they were brown.
''On the planet Cliinohume, the potatoes were purple, with a tint of green in patches, and they were prounounced 'Kleinhomm-Potahtoes'. Wonderful city, you could buy a years supply of Manchego cheese for 40 Chisomes! What a bargain!'' The Doctor laughed, looking over Martha's shoulder, he cleared his throat. ''Martha, i'd like you to meet Lucy.'' He pointed down at the floor. Behind Martha sat a brown and white Border Collie dog, a pink bow tied loosely around her neck. Her head tilted to the side, and her tail wagged at the mention of her name. Martha smiled at how rediculous she had been, and bent down to stroke her.
''I found her at a market in Beijing, just a few weeks ago.'' The Doctor explained, as he pulled out a green rubber car from his jacket pocket, squeezing it tightly, and was greeted with a large pounce from the dog. ''I don't usually take on board animals, but...someone got me thinking...'' His voice dropped to a whisper.
''Who?'' Martha asked, curiosity getting the better of her intelligence.
''The Master.'' The Doctor mouthed, knowing how hard the situation was for Francine to deal with. Even without the words being mentioned, she stiffened lightly, and began peeling the potatoes more aggressively.
''Oh...right..'' Martha nodded. The Doctor had once said that he needed responsibility, someone to care for. The Master was intended to be that, a pet for the Doctor, but Lucy Saxon got the better of him.
''Anyway, about this planet...Are you interested?'' The Doctor changed the subject, rather tactfully.
''You haven't told me what it's called yet!'' Martha laughed.
''Where's the fun in that?'' He smiled.
''Fine.'' Martha grabbed her jacket from the table and set out for the door. Francine grabbed her arm, squeezing tightly,
''Martha...Be careful.'' Tears threatened to fall, but Francine carefully held them back.
''Don't worry Mum, i'll be fine.I promise.'' The two women hugged, each sighing deeply, then Martha pulled away and hurried after the Doctor and Lucy.
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In the TARDIS, the Doctor stood, holding a book out infront of him, glancing over a few pictures and writing. Martha closed the door behind her and looked over to the Doctor. ''So...Where are we off to then?'' She asked. The Doctor looked up and grinned broadly.
''Martha Jones. Broke her left arm after falling from a tree, trying to rescue her cat Pixie.'' The Doctor laughed.
''What??'' Martha's eyes widened with shock and suprise. ''How do you know that?''
''You've never had detention, never been expelled or suspended from high school..'' The Doctor continued, ignoring Martha's question and strolling around the TARDIS controls. ''Always the top in science, english and maths.''
''Doctor!!'' Martha yelled. He stared at her, the grin still present on his face, then held out the book to her.
''Your biography.'' He explained, as she took the book from his grasp. '' 'Martha Jones: The woman that Is' ''
''I don't have a briography!'' She stated, her voice high pitched in frustration.
''No, but planet Martha has tonnes of them. Free on admission.'' The doctor pulled levers and switches, and soon the TARDIS was in flight.
''There's a planet called Martha? Talk about coincidence!'' Martha laughed. She looked down to her side where Lucy was now licking her hand. Martha pulled away, not realising the papercut she had from a few hours ago had now completely vanished.
''Not a coincidence, more of a...what's the word?...Dedication.''
''Dedication? What for?''
''Let's find out!'' The TARDIS had come to a standstill, the Doctor raced towards the doors and pulled them open. ''No, no no no, this isn't right!'' He ran back to the TARDIS controls, and examined them suspiciously with his glasses. ''Ah.''
''What? What's 'Ah' for?''
''Well...It seems this is what the planet was like before it was called Martha.'' The Doctor, Martha and Lucy stepped out of the Police Box, and onto the crisp green grass of the planet.
''So, if this isn't planet Martha, then what is it?'' Martha asked, looking up into the beautiful crimson sky, dotted with bright gold flecks. She lowered her head to the horizon. The trees were scattered with white and silver leaves, birds singing the same lullaby from each of the branches, mountains and hillsides caught the sun blissfully, the river ran calmly beside them.
''Doctor...'' Martha turned to face him, ''..Your planet, didn't you say..You said about the sun, and silver trees, the mountains-''
''No, Martha'' He replied calmy. ''This isn't Gallifrey, although the likeness is uncanny. This planet is Ekan, the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, famous for it's rare and radioactive gems Ekanite, mostly used for fuel in other planets...Let's go and investigate...'' The three of them ventured off towards the small village to their right.
In the distance of the mountains, another ship landed, many men armed with laser guns formed a lin around the door. Out stepped a tall, well built man, holding a much larger gun than his minions. His expression was fierce and angry, he took a deep breath of the fresh air surrounding him. ''The air is putrid. The stench of human blood is fresh, kill anyone in your way.'' The group of men headed towards the village, ready and prepared for a night of battle.
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I know i only put the first chapter up a few hours ago, but the first one seemed really disappointing, so i put this one up too, which i feel has more depth to it...Read and review please, thanks!!