| Date: 12 January 2008
Characters: Jamie Tyler, Martha Jones Location: coffee shop, outside Link to IJ: thread #33869 |
 Jamie left Jack with a determination to um. Lie his ass off for the rest of his time he was here. That was careful, right?He went to the kitchen and started poking around, finding a shop that had coffee. He came up to the counter, asking the person beside him without looking, "Do you think peppermint coffee?" |
 Martha couldn't suppress a giggle at that thought, though it came out closer to a snort. "Peppermint coffee? Yeah, no, I really don't."Because it was absolutely completely different to chocolate in coffee, which was exactly what was going into her mocha. |
| He pouted slightly, then tilted his head at the board, before turning back to her, "What are you having then?" |
| "Mocha," she told him promptly, collecting it with a smile from the server, and then turned the smile on him, holding out her free hand. "I'm Martha Jones. Don't think I've seen you here before?" |
| "Brand new!" He said cheerfully, shaking her hand, "Jamie Tyler." |
| "Then welcome, Jamie Tyler!" She returned the shake, and then turned to rest one hip against the counter. "Any clue how you got here? No, sorry, I'm ..." She stopped, shook her head, and grinned at him. "Pleased to meet you." |
| He grinned, "Walked through a door and woom, here I am. What about you, Miss Martha Jones?" |
| "That's Doctor Martha Jones to you, mister," she replied cheekily. Well, it was near enough true. A week or so away from being true. Then she paused, brow furrowing. "I'm not really sure, there was a storm and...anyway, I'm here now, been here a couple of weeks and it's not so bad, really. Coffee's good." |
| "Doctor Jones," he corrected with a grin, "My apologies." |
| "Well." Nose wrinkling, she grinned, leaning closer as if about to confide a secret. "I'm kind of not quite a doctor, but when I get back? One more week of exams, and I'm all qualified." |
| "If you pass," he said automatically. |
| "Of course I'm going to pass." She wouldn't even consider anything else. |
| He laughed, "Good for you." |
| "Good for my patients," she returned with a grin. Then, nodding towards the counter. "Think you're going to brave the peppermint after all?" |
| "I'm a brave sorta man. I hope. But you go first, etcetera." |
| "Oh, no, I'm all set." She lifted her mocha and grinned. "Go ahead, brave sorta man." |
| He ordered, took a sip, then blinked, "...Well, maybe not." |
| Martha laughed, and offered her own cup over. "Yeah, some things are just better with coffee. Try this one?" |
| He took a sip of hers, fingers brushing over hers before handing it back. "Much better. Can I have one like hers?" he asked the android, taking a new cup with a murmur of thanks. |
| Warmth kindled in Martha's eyes as she took the cup back, holding the heat close to her chest before drinking, still a little too hot for comfort but not hot enough to make her splutter. Which was good, because, yeah, not a great first impression. "He means the coffee," she put in, just in case there could be any confusion. |
| "What else could I mean? I doubt I could get my very own Doctor Martha Jones." |
| "Oh, I don't know," she teased, with a grin. "Play your cards right..." |
| "...I have a lovely deck of cards, right here," he grinned at her, dimpling. |
| "Well, now, fancy that." |
| He offered her his arm, "Would you like to take a walk, Doctor Jones?" |
| "I believe I would, Mr. Tyler." Martha was positively beaming, and rested her free hand on his arm. |
| He grinned and guided her out. |
| She tipped her head back as they reached the street again, looking up at the sky. "It's weird," she remarked, not looking at Jamie, "but even though I know it's not Earth, I can't stop looking for the sun." |
| "Isn't it wonderful?" he bounced a bit, squeezing her arm. |
| "That there's no sun?" She was confused. |
| "Different planet." |
| "Ah, but are we?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "From what the Doctor said, we're not exactly on a planet at all." |
| "What is this then?" |
| "Oh, I dunno." Sipping at her coffee, she shrugged. "He said it's kind of a place outside time and space, so I guess it's sort of...nowhere?" |
| "In the void?" |
| "The what?" |
| "The space between dimensions." |
| She was silent for a few minutes, figuring that one out and drinking coffee. Not that the coffee helped a lot with the thinking, but she'd just really wanted coffee. "Maybe?" she ventured at last. "I don't know, it sounded like...he was talking about it like it was something outside of everything. Like, including spaces." |
| "...Huh." Jamie wrinkled his nose, "I'm going to have to talk to one of them." |
| "One of...oh!" Martha shook her head, grinning. "I keep forgetting there's more than one of him here." |
| "I've heard there's a LOT." |
| "I've only met two?" |
| "What did they look like?" |
| "Well, there's the one I travelled with." She took a thoughtful sip of coffee, pausing by a bench. "He's kind of...well. Gangly. Tall and skinny and buzzing with energy, and he's just really enthusiastic about everything and...that's not what you asked, right?" She stopped herself, looked down, and then away, pretty sure that no matter what else, she was blushing. "Tall and skinny with brown hair, wears a suit with trainers. And, uh, the other one was shorter, with a leather jacket and, uh. Ears?" |
| Jamie pushed his hair back, "Like these?" His ears were pretty large. |
| She couldn't help it. She stared a little. "Yeah," she said slowly. "Pretty much exactly like those." |
| "Ha, I knew it." |
| "Knew what?" |
| "That I had the same ears." Jamie grinned. "Ears that big have to be shared." |
| "Shared?" Yeah, she really didn't follow. |
| "Well, not literally." |
| "Metaphorically shared ears." |
| "...Yes?" Jamie smiled charmingly. |
| "Okay, you're gonna have to explain that one to me." |
| "Tools for...hearing?" He was trying. |
| Really trying. Martha sat down firmly on the bench, set her nearly empty coffee cup next to her, folded her arms, looked up at him, and arched a very pointed eyebrow. |
| Jamie winced, "Um. What can i say to get myself out of this?" |
| "You can try telling me what it is that I'm meant to be guessing by all this discussion about ears. God, you're as bad as he is." Then she stopped, tilted her head to one side, and really looked at him. "Oh, my God. You're not, are you? You are!" |
| "Now what? What?" He looked startled. |
| "No, you can't be, or you'd know about - are you earlier, then?" Because there was something very Doctor-like about the man standing next to her. |
| "What?" He just looked puzzled. |
| "So tell me!" |
| "I don't know what you're asking!?" |
| "What you're not telling me about the ears!" |
| "That I got them from the Doctor?" |
| "He doesn't trade in body parts." |
| "Well, no! That would be strange!" |
| "So how do you get ears from ...oh. Oh, my God." Doctor. Genetics. Not really her specialist field. |
| "...What?" |
| "Well, if Jack's got a hand..." |
| Jamie grabbed his ears, "Oh my- No! not like that!" |
| "Then how?" |
| "Genetics! That hand in a jar thing is so creepy! My dad so does not do that!" |
| Okay, there were far too many possibilities for Martha to figure that one out. Setting her cup firmly down on the seat, she folded her arms and regarded Jamie with a stern look she'd tried to learn from one of the residents. She mostly hoped it worked. "Jamie. Who's your dad?" |
| "You said Jack had a hand. I had a Jack told me he kept the Doctor's hand- which is so creepy, I cannot fathom. My dad would never do that...my dad's also a Jack. Not. The one with the hand though." |
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