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genessia2018-07-04 07:50 pm
storiesofmyown) wrote in genessia2018-07-04 07:50 pm
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Who: Martha, Jack
What: Jack and Martha take some time for themselves.
When: 7/4
Where: Starts at TARDIS 1, then elsewhere.
Do you want to go out to dinner with me, Martha Jones?
Such a simple question. So straightforward. Not that she'd expect much else from Jack Harkness. Except for how he's the Captain Jack Harkness and nearly everyone has had a go with him. So why is he bothering about her, just plain Martha Jones?
This and a dozen other questions flit through Martha's mind while she and the TARDIS try to agree on what she should she wear. Whether she's feeling mischievous tonight or she really thinks Martha ought to wear the 20s flapper dress, Martha's not budging. Not on that bit, anyhow. She wants to wear jeans and a tank top, because it's hot as blazes outside, but she concedes the point that there's no sense having her legs if she's not going to show them off occasionally.
She, or they, she's never really sure how much of her conversation with the TARDIS is her wishing she had help with these sorts of things, settles on a dusty turquoise sundress, eventually. She's trimmed her hair which means she can put it up more prettily, and now she's sitting on her bed fiddling with a pair of earrings because of a promise she made to a little girl.
What: Jack and Martha take some time for themselves.
When: 7/4
Where: Starts at TARDIS 1, then elsewhere.
Do you want to go out to dinner with me, Martha Jones?
Such a simple question. So straightforward. Not that she'd expect much else from Jack Harkness. Except for how he's the Captain Jack Harkness and nearly everyone has had a go with him. So why is he bothering about her, just plain Martha Jones?
This and a dozen other questions flit through Martha's mind while she and the TARDIS try to agree on what she should she wear. Whether she's feeling mischievous tonight or she really thinks Martha ought to wear the 20s flapper dress, Martha's not budging. Not on that bit, anyhow. She wants to wear jeans and a tank top, because it's hot as blazes outside, but she concedes the point that there's no sense having her legs if she's not going to show them off occasionally.
She, or they, she's never really sure how much of her conversation with the TARDIS is her wishing she had help with these sorts of things, settles on a dusty turquoise sundress, eventually. She's trimmed her hair which means she can put it up more prettily, and now she's sitting on her bed fiddling with a pair of earrings because of a promise she made to a little girl.
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He taps lightly on her door. "Are you decent," he calls out.
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"Hardly ever," she calls back breezily. "But you're welcome to come in." She'll only be a minute anyhow, but maybe Jack can help her decide about the earrings.
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He enters her room and beams a bright smile at her. "Have I ever told you you look amazing in blue," he says warmly, "because you really do." He walks over to the bed and offers her his hand. "Are you ready to go?"
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She pats the bed for him to join her for a moment, then opens her own hand to show him the earrings in them. "I'm almost ready, but I'm... dithering over the earrings. There's a bit of a story to it, and--" A shrug, and there's a softness in her eyes. "I need to tell it to someone before I can wear them again. It won't take a tick. Do you mind?"
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Jack's smile dims a bit in sympathy. "Of course," he says softly, "tell me whatever tales you need to tell me and I'll always listen Martha Jones."
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"I was in Deptford--" Her voice immediately shifts into her storytelling cadence, and her fingers squeeze his. "About two weeks after...after you gave me your vortex manipulator, running between soldiers with my key. In the middle of the gunfire, crouching in an alley, I almost stumbled over a little girl who said, 'I like your earrings'.
"She was eating this moldy egg sandwich and--" Her breath catches, chest tightens, but she shakes it away, smiles at Jack and continues on. "She could see me. Because I was stupid enough to be wearing earrings that glittered when I moved, and her mum had a pair like them.
"Her name was Aleesha, and when I found her somewhere safe to stay, I gave her my earrings. It was a promise, yeah? That I'd come back. And I promised me, I wouldn't wear earrings or perfume or anything that could give me away, again. Because I couldn't let her, or anyone, down. I had to finish the job."
She glances down at the earrings in her hand, then gently opens Jack's hand and puts the earrings in it. She looks up at him and says, "Everyone says I finished. But I didn't go back for her, yeah? And... I think she'd want me to wear these tonight, to celebrate. But I... think I need someone to give them back to me. Is that daft?"
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Jack takes the earrings and holds them tight in his hands He gives her a warm smile. "No Martha it's not," he says, "you went through something traumatic and you need to know that it's okay to let that go." He holds the earrings for a moment longer and then gives them back to her setting them in her hand and closing her hand over them. "Be pretty Martha Jones and know that you've earned it."
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Then she deftly slips the earrings on, offers him another smile and her hand. "Now, I'm ready to go."
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He pulls her to her feet and offers her his arm to take. "Good because I found this lovely little place that I think you are going to love. It's a cafe and we can sit and talk all night without anyone bothering us."
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And talking all night without worry about Toclafane or soldiers... or Rose and the Doctor... Heaven.