A/N Fluffy chapter, and a kiss. Hope that makes you happy
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Somewhere in London, in a very small, very baby blue and lavender flat, materialized a 1930's blue police box. The door to this very out of date box opened, and a tall man in a brown tweed jacket stepped out. And immediately smashed onto a baby blue door. Surprised and in pain, the man staggered back and fell into the box. The doors closed and the box disappeared, then reappeared again, this time the doors were away from something that a tall man could smash into. Again, the doors opened, and again the same man stepped out, though this time he was holding his nose with a tissue that was getting redder by the second.
"I told you there was something in the way. Where are we anyways?" behind the man stepped out a young red headed Scottish girl wearing a white nightie. "Oh. Do you live here?" The young woman wondered around the flat, some laundry caught her eye. Picking up a black bra, she muttered, "Obviously not."
A small, fake, attention seeking cough filled the room, startling both the man and his companion, who immediately turned to face the source of the cough.
A woman with black and green hair was standing in front of the kitchen door.
"Melody!" exclaimed the Doctor as he ran up to her. On the way, he dropped the blood soaked tissue into a paper waste basket as his nose had stopped bleeding. Melody met the Doctor half way, and as he went to pick her up, she slapped him across the face, and Amy looked proud that someone had the guts to slap some sense into him.
"What was that for!"
"Three weeks, Doctor. Three WEEKS!" Melody looked livid. "Martha has barely eating, barely stayed awake. She hasn't even left her room other than to go to the toilet. She stinks Doctor, and she looks horrible."
The Doctor looked like he wanted to cry. With only one thing on his mind at that moment, he roughly pushed past Melody and rushed upstairs to check on his beloved.
Melody looked straight at Amy. "Who are you?" She asked, not rudely, but not friendly either.
"I'm just a... Just a friend. Do I know you?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
Amy grinned, then her face was serious again. "How's artha?"
"Okay, I exaggerated a bit. But he needed a quick shove. She does eat, but still not very well. She has showers, about three times a week. We took her out a week ago to get some sunshine, but it only made her more miserable. She's almost as white as a sheet, which is an amazing feat, since she's dark skinned."
"Can I go see her? I'm eager to. The Doctor wouldn't shut up about her on the way here. She sounds amazing."
"Yes, that she is. But are you sure you don't want to get changed first?" Melody was grinning at Amy's clothing choice.
Amy looked down. "Ahh. Right. I'm still in my nightie. Ahh, I think the Doctor mentioned something about a wardrobe in here. I'll just go... have a look."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Up with Martha~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martha groaned as the sunlight that was streaming through the blinds shined onto her face. She rolled over, and was immediately met with a face shoved right in front of hers.
Needless to say, she screamed bloody blue murder*. "Who the hell are you!"
"Martha, it's me." The man grinned, but she still didn't know who this weird man was.
The man stared at her hopefully, expecting her to wrap her arms around him and start snogging him senseless. After about five minutes of staring and no snogging, the Doctor realised that she didn't remember how he looked.
"Martha," he whispered softly. "it's me. Martha, it's me sweetheart. The Doctor. I came back. Like I always do."
"Doctor?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my god." Martha wrapped her arms around his shoulder, but, alas, did not kiss him. "Oh my god, I missed you. What was going through your mind! Never, ever leave me again, you hear?"
"I promise." The Doctor, with his arms still around his love, got up onto the bed and lifted Martha up onto his lap.
It was that moment that Amy chose to walk into the room. "She okay?" She asked the Doctor.
The Doctor shifted into a more comfortable position, but made sure he didn't jolt the now sleeping woman who was currently perched upon his lap. "Yeah, she should be good now." The Doctor gazed at Martha.
"You really love her, don't you?" Amy said with a small smile.
The Doctor didn't answer for a while. Then, just when Amy didn't think he would answer at all, he whispered "Yeah." Amy left the room when the Doctor started playing with Martha's hair. She felt like she was intruding.
The Doctor took this moment to think back on what Martha had told him. "Why should I just drop everything for you? Why should I succumb, and let us be together without a fight? I've fought for you, Doctor, and all that was wasted. If you want me, Doctor, you'll have to fight. And I don't mean do what you do with those aliens, but really fight. Fight for my love. Then I'll think about it."
Fight? What did she mean by 'fight'? Maybe she meant a full out war for her? Nah, she wouldn't make me do something like that. Impress her? Somehow, that didn't seem to fit right at all either. Fight for my love. Fight for my love... I GOT IT! She wants me to make her fall in love with me all over again! YES!
The Doctor, being the dashing, smart man... err... alien he is, he was already devising a small plan in his head. Carefully as not to wake her, the Doctor lifted Martha off of him, and ut her properly on her bed before making his way over to her iPod.
He flicked through her playlists till he found MARTHA'S FAVS. There was MIKA, Powderfinger, Evanescence and a few others. After picking a good song, he pocketed the iPod and walked back down stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Melody and Jack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Melody watched as Amy walked back out of the TARDIS, a red top, brown leather jacket, brown cowboy boots and a denim skirt replaced her old nightie. "So, what do you think?" She did sort of a pirouette in front of the doors, and Melody laughed.
"You look great. Alright, you can go up now. Upstairs, second door to you right."
"Ta." Amy made her way up to Martha's room. Just at that moment, Jack walked into the room, holding the food and other supplies he just picked up from Tescos.
"Who was that?" Jack asked his girlfriend after outing the food in the kitchen.
"Someone who shouldn't be here, that's who." Melody sighed, and sat down on the cushy couch.
Jack followed her, and placed Melody on his knee before he started rubbing her back. You know her?"
"Yeah. She's... She's my mum." Jack could feel his shirt getting wet. Right in the spot where Melody's eyes were.
"I thought your mum... Died."
"She did. Obviously, this is her before I was born. Probably before I was even thought of. I-" Melody gasped, and jolted up. "It's... My memories are changing. My mum's been dead since I was a baby. Died in a car crash three weeks after I was born. Like I said, I lived with my Auntie. She was really my godmother. Two years with her, and we moved to Australia. But... things are getting fuzzy now. Bits and peices of what ysed to be are being replaced... I never lived in Australia..." And with that remark, Melody's accent changed. "See what I mean? Try and remember how you met me. Where did we meet?"
"The London eye."
"Alright. How did we meet?"
"An alien was there, she crash landed here. The Doctor gave her chocolate to mend her wings. You asked to come with us, and the Doctor thought you would be fun to have around."
"You see? Originally, we met in Australia, in an alleyway. How long have I had this accent for?"
"The whole time." Jack was getting confused.
"History is being rewritten. The Doctor has somehow saved my mother and father's life, and I grew up with them. He did something against the laws of time, and he didn't even know it. I mean... Now I can't even remember what all this was about. But one thing is most important, don't tell Amy. Let her find it out herself."
"Okay. I promise I won't tell anyone. Now, I bouht some lasagne. Hungry?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A while later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Doctor and Melody managed to get Martha out of bed and into the kitchen. Even before she had a bowl of piping hot lasagne shoved in her face, she had a certain glow to her. Her skin was darker, almost her natural colour. She didn't look nearly as tired as before, and when she smiled, the room lighted up, as cliché as that may sound.
After everyone had eaten, they all sat down on Martha's couch, and since there was five of them, Amy sat on the armchair, while melody sat on jack, and Martha squished up with the Doctor. Not that anyone really minded.
Once the movie had finished, everyone but the alien and the dark skinned woman stayed behind. Melody and Jack bunked in the spare room, as they always have, and Amy resided in Martha's room in the TARDIS, which appeared as soon as Martha went to go look at the new interior.
"Come here, you. I want to how you something." The devilish Doctor grinned smugly at his love interest. Martha got up, and the Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and the iPod from one of the Doctors many pockets, which, of course, are bigger on the inside.
He rushed around the room after sonicing the iPod, which was now left on the table. Every time the Doctor moved from one place, a candle was left burning. Once all that was done, the Doctor turned off the lights, leaving them in semi darkness. With another flourish of the screwdriver aimed at Martha's iPod, a MIKA song came on.
"May I have this dance, my fair maiden?" The Doctor bowed and held his hand out to Martha.
Martha laughed and took the Doctor's proffered hand. "Grace Kelly." She laughed, referring to the name of the song.
"Of course. Couldn't be anything but." The Doctor and Martha did a very horrible slow dance, filled with a lot of spinning and dipping from both of them.
"I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple, why don't you like what I like?" The Doctor sang along with the chorus, hitting all the notes perfectly, but his singing was completely horrible.
They continued to dance well after the song had finished, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment. Slowly, yet surely, the two of them got closer together. Right up to the point where their lips touched. At first the doctor thought it was another dream, as did Martha, but when their tongues joined in on the dance, they knew that it wasn't a dream, but heaven. Just like the freaky dream he had, Martha's mouth tasted like honey lemon sugar tea. After a while, they both remembered that they needed air, and pulled away slowly.
"Cinnamon . You taste like cinnamon." Breathed a ragged looked Martha.
"You taste like that tea that makes people feel better when sick. Yummy."
Martha grinned, and they were both kissing again. This time, it was less romantic, and more needy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We... We definitely shouldn't be doing this. If there was a list for things we shouldn't be doing, this would be at the top. And under it would be 'You should never try to negotiate with an angry Spanish leader in the 51st century'. Seriously, they get feisty."
"Shut up and kiss me." Martha growled. Her and the Doctor were currently lying in her bed, both naked. And the Doctor, whose mine was currently starting to agree with the woman that was on top of him, kissed Martha hungrily. And we all know what will happen next, so we'll just give them some privacy.
A/N Okay. So, what did you guys think of that? I got the Grace Kelly slow dance thing from a book called 'The pirate loop' and it's a Doctor Who novel. They're on a ship called the Brilliant which is going through a time loop that was broken. The Doctor saves the day, and he and Martha slow dance to MIKA's Grace Kelly, while the other passengers decide whether or not to stay on the ship, never dying, with an unlimited amount of cheese and pineapple sticks and canapés. So now, if any guy wants me to be his, make me slow dance very badly to that song. It would be even more romantic if there's candles, and we keep dancing horribly. Actually, now I have an idea.
Review, and tell me what a guy would have to do to have you with that one direction.
GO!
Oh, and good news, this is the longest chapter ever in this story that I didn't use a transcript with. Five pages, yay!