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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.