This prompt really doesn't have anything important going on. It's just this little stand-alone scene that came to mind after I realized that I had yet to post a one-shot that included Miss Martha Jones. So here you go; a one-shot with Martha and the Doctor.

(that, and I wanted a reason to post an important reference which is being included in my other Doctor Who stories)

God bless and have a great day (or night)!
ThePro-LifeCatholic

Jesuslovesmarina: Awww…thanks for the review! Yeah, I thought two Jacks being together would be hilarious and…well…different, to say the least. I should bring Fem!Jack back to mess with Eleven and/or possibly Nine. :)

2) Also, thanks for the comment about it being less OOC. I was trying (am trying) to keep stuff as in-character as possible (unless it's some really ridiculous story, that is), and it's nice to know that the audience thinks that my hard work is paying off.

ErinKenobi2893: *unnatural fangirling noises* I inspired you?! You don't know how happy and satisfied your review made me feel when I read it! Just do it! I'm sure you'll be awesome, and you'll have to let me know when you start it so I can drop by and leave some reviews/prompts. And you're very welcome about the prompt. Feel free to leave more anytime!

10thDoctor42: 1) Who doesn't like Jack, regardless of whether he's female or male?

2) All I can say is…I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'm a huge 10xRose shipper, but I also appreciate well-done angst and whump fics. I guess, though, if there was some other way for me to put this, I…

3) Chapter 1 has seemed to be the winning one-shot as of now. I'm glad you found it that funny!

4) I am a miss. I figure that won't do anything detrimental to my personal security. :) And thank you! I do like to think that I write fairly well, but it's nice to know that other people back that opinion, too.

Writing Prompt #11: Walk on the Wild Side

Characters: 10th Doctor, Martha Jones

Genre: Friendship/Adventure

Shippings: Slight, one-sided Martha/Doctor

Rating: K

Martha Jones, medical student, was standing on an alien planet, underneath an alien sky. The crowd that thronged around her, choking the street and making it nearly impossible to move, was made up of extraterrestrial life-forms.

Martha had to recite this to herself during those particularly surreal moments when she was realizing how crazy her predicament was. A human from 21st century London, strutting the streets of an inter-planetary bazaar in the 72nd century (according to the human calendar, that is). What was the possibility?

She was interrupted from her thoughts as the audience around her clapped and cheered. Martha directed her attention back to the street performers in front of her. There were five or six of them, dressed in gaudy, bright orange and red outfits. Despite the heat of that planet, the boys wore pants and long-sleeved shirts. The two girls among them were wearing complimentary dresses that hung down in ruffles almost to their ankles. Black scarves were wrapped about their heads, as if they wished to keep their identity hidden from the rest of the world.

Martha applauded with the rest of the aliens as the performers took small pouches from the folds of their clothing. The men opened the small brown bags, dumping an unknown substance into their mouths. The ceaseless chatter of the crowd continued on all sides. All along the street, vendors were screaming their wares into the hustle and bustle, trying to out-yell their competitors.

The entertainers picked up long hollow poles from the ground (they had used these same poles in an earlier trick). Uniformly, they brought one end to their mouths. Closing his eyes, one of the men was the first to blow.

Sparks shot out of the rod, changing from yellow to red to green. The spectators exclaimed, and children giggled as they raced around, trying to catch the falling sparks. The two women stepped forward, dragging their sticks through the clouds of glittering specks. A green streak here. Three blue streaks branching from the green "stem", stretching to the sky. Three black swipes, sprouting from the green sparks, bowing to the ground, dripping onto the small gaps on the road. They fashioned the masses of sparks into shimmering pictures; fish, horses, flowers, and strange creatures that Martha couldn't identify.

The scene was quite a spectacular one, but short-lived for Martha Jones. A hand grabbed her own, and she found herself being yanked through the crowd.

"Hey!" she shouted, trying to make her voice stand out. The one who was holding her hand glanced over his shoulder, and she saw that it was none other than the Doctor.

"What's going on?" was the next thing from her mouth.

"Short version: the person over there who I was trying to get that piece of equipment from? Apparently, saying 'thank you' and 'good-bye' aren't the right words to use when taking your leave."

Martha stared at the Doctor. Of all the things, they were running for their lives because some alien took offense at the Doctor's farewell? "That's…that's insane!" she scoffed.

The Doctor looked at her for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah, it is." His grin stretched into a wide smile, causing wrinkles to appear around his eyes. He squeezed her hand, pulling her along. "When isn't it?" he called to her.

Martha smiled softly, trying not to feel too self-conscious about her hand being in his. These were the moments when she liked to fancy that the brown eyes and infectious smile were only for her. But these instances were brief, and she knew that it would pass quickly.

Still, she gripped his hand and ran with him. Martha and the Doctor, running for their lives across the surface of an alien planet, underneath an alien sky. Martha and the Doctor, together, as she thought it should be. She could imagine that for now.

We-e-ell, it sort of started as a "Walk on the Wild Side"…but then it turned into sort of Martha-and-the-Doctor angst…pining…thing.

And yes, there is a reference in this chapter which will be used in another DW story of mine, Room Service, and in several other stories after it that I plan on posting. Good luck with finding what it is! I'm completely cool with you guys posting your guesses in your reviews, even if you're certain you know what the reference is.