I was going to do Adric/Nyssa, but couldn't think of a good situation, and The Ginger Fanclub appears to have left a dratted Virtual Flag in the way.

I'll just clear some things up. This is being written very late at night. I am smiling oddly because Christopher Eccleston was in Heroes a couple of minutes ago, and he said 'Fantastic'. I have now seen the clock, that was in fact hours ago. The late-nightedness mean expect poor grammar, poor dialouge, poor humour and poor sentance structure. I am rushing, as after this I must do my maths coursework. Also, as much as the story may suggest it, I do NOT hate Adric. That is purely for the purposes of porpoises.

Adric and Martha

Adric always felt a bit small in the TARDIS. He tried to join in with the conversations but all he ever did was sound like he was whingeing.
But that was until he met Martha Jones.

Martha was feeling particularly annoyed. She was only staying on this TARDIS contraption because of the opportunity of exploring other worlds. But what annoyed her was the Doctor's constant prattling about this blonde chav who was with him before her. She always thought the Doctor's other companions must all have been ugly chavs too.
But that was until she met Adric.

Some random Tuesday, 2008. Beijing. The fifth Doctor strode towards the stadium as Nyssa, Adric and Tegan followed in his wake. He was getting odd stares, as was Adric, due to their odd attire, which Tegan and Nyssa were trying to inform them of, but to no avail.
The same random Tuesday, 2008. Beijing. The tenth Doctor strode towards the stadium as Martha followed in his wake. "But I don't get it, why did we come here rather than to the London Olympics?" Martha questioned, trying to keep pace with the rapidly striding Doctor.
"Well, you complained when I took you somewhere I had already taken Rose, so I decided to come here instead."
"Oh..."
"Ah."
"Ah?"
"Eh?"
"You aahed."
"I did?"
"Yep."
"What I meant to say is ARGH!"
"ARGH?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"ME!"
"Ah."
"Ah? How do you know what I'm ARGHing about?"
"You're worried about your clothes."
"No! I mean look, there's me!"
"What that dork in the cricket outfit?"
"I WAS NOT, A DORK!"
"Eh?"
"That's me when I was younger. Much younger!"
"So you HAVE taken companions to this olympics!"
"Meh. I forgot."
"Who are they then?"
"Tegan, the annoying whining one, Nyssa, the know it all smart one, and Adric-"
"The young, dashing one?"
"The young, dashin- No! The nerdy, whingeing one!"
"Well he certainly looks dashing to me..."

"ADRIC! COME BACK!" the Doctor yelled to Adric's rapidly retreating figure.
"This is all we need!" Tegan exclaimed. Meanwhile, about 200 metres away, Adric was dashing. He heard the Doctor's shout and looked over his shoulder.
"BUT DOCTOR, LOOK!" he yelled over his shoulder, still running. "WE NEED TO- Ooof!" Adric's annoying whingeing voice was cut off as he ran straight into Martha, knocking the pair of them over. While the tenth hid from himself, Adric climbed to his feet, then offered a hand to help Martha. She took it, and he pulled her up.
"Sorry," Adric muttered sheepishly, before looking up at her, into her eyes.
That's when the fireworks started.
"LOOK, WE'RE MISSING THE OPENING CEREMONY!" the Tenth yelled as he emerged from hiding. The fifth looked mildly suprised, but stopped when he remembered.
"Look Adric we really must get to the stadium they must not light the torch until we get that magnesium out of it!" he babbled.
"Magnesium is that really bright chemical in Fireworks isn't it, Doc?" Tegan asked.
"Well it isn't bright, it just burns bright, bright enough to blind you, it has-" Nyssa was interrupted as the fifth yanked on her arm, and dragged them towards the stadium.

"You, Adric, are, an idiot," Tegan spat at him.
"Well how was I supposed to know they put the magnesium in on purpose!" he argued back. The tenth looked pained. The fifth just looked blank. Martha was giggling. Nyssa was grinning insanely. They were walking back to th hotel they had booked, and arguing all the way. It wasn't long before they arrived at the hotel, on the outskirts of Beijing. "Right this is the situation, there are 3 rooms, all with 2 beds. We're going to do a draw to see who shares with who, if anything but for simplicity." The Doctor purloined some straws from the restaurant, and tossed a key each to Adric and Nyssa, and kept one himself.
"Right, Adric, you have 346, Nyssa you have 347," he continued. "You go off to find them, then report back. So, long straw me, medium Nyssa, and the short straw, gets to stay for a night in a room with Adric. Good luck!"
The tenth drew the long. Tegan cheated, and pulled the medium straw. Which of course, left Martha with the short. That was purely for the benefit of the stupid.
Martha strolled through the lavishly decorated corridors, and up to the dreaded room 346. She entered the room, to find that Adric was nowhere to be found, so in fact she found nothing. Then, she spotted him out on the balcony. She went through the curtain, and joined him, looking out over the nighttime city.
"What are you looking at?" she asked him, and he pointed at the stars.
"I'm trying to work out which stars we've seen from other planets."
"I always knew I'd see them closer one day. You can't do it can you, it's all too much. But-"
"Actually, it's that one, that one, that one, that one and those two over there, I think that one, oh yes, those three, and-"
Martha shut him up in a way that neither Nyssa or Tegan had ever done before. And most certainly not the Doctor. She grabbed his head and locked their lips together. The distant crackle of fireworks was the only noise heard. They fell apart gasping, and went back into the room.
"I guess we'll only be using the one bed tonight," Martha said suggestively, as Adric fainted.

Meh.