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Post-it Notes by Cedara [Reviews - 2] 
Post-it Notes by Cedara The TARDIS was in transit in the vortex to a planet which, according to the Doctor, had trees that grew apricot shaped fruit that tasted just like Cadbury's chocolate. In the meantime, Martha was sitting on one of the chairs in the console room, hands in her lap, while the Doctor fiddled around with the controls. "Doctor," Martha contemplated and glanced over to him. "Does it happen often that you leave post-it notes across time to remind you of something?" The Doctor turned to look at Martha, his left eyebrow risen. "What do you mean?" "You said it's strictly forbidden to change established events, except for cheap tricks, right?" He nodded. Martha leaned a little towards the side where the Doctor was standing. "Does this include yourself too?" she asked, curiously. "Well..." He scratched his head, ruffling his own hair in the process. "What brought that up?" "Just curious," Martha began. She'd taken his explanation at face value at that time, but now she wanted to understand it all a bit better. "Remember that I told you in the hospital that I'd seen you on the street?" The Doctor looked at her curiously and Martha felt encouraged to continue. "I was sure it was you even though you denied it at that time. Did you let me help you on the moon because you wanted to find out if it really was you?" "Since you're so awfully curious, Martha Jones...," the Doctor grinned, somehow amused at her question. "I have more senses than the four you humans use. For example, I have an accurate sense of time. I already knew you'd be one of the keys to solve the problem. Your telling me you met me already only confirmed that." "How does your sense of time work?" Martha asked, eager for the chance to get to know more about the differences between his physiology and hers. "Is it like intuition?" "Oh, it's more, Martha," he smiled again, all knowingly. "Much, much more. There are receptors in my brain which allow me to see all the possibilities and let me know which is the right one." "Again, how?" She asked, sounding a little obstinate. "That's difficult to explain. There aren't even words in your language for it." Noticing the disappointment in her face, he stepped over to Martha. Standing before her, he pulled her off the chair. "I can show you if you'd let me." She eyed him curiously. "Okay." He moved Martha away from the chair, placing her right before him, so that they were standing face to face. Rising his hands, he placed them in the sides of her head, but not touching her yet. "Close your eyes," the Doctor softly said. "Is this like telepathy?" Martha asked, as she closed her eyes. "Something like that," the Doctor answered, putting his hands to Martha's temples. "Are you a telepath?" Martha inquired, opening her eyes again and looking at him directly. As he met her gaze, the Doctor's eyebrows furrowed, somewhat surprised at the question. "You're inquisitive, Martha Jones," he said. As Martha didn't break eye contact, he sighed warily and gave in. "Only with other Time Lords, it's limited with all other species." "Including humans?" she asked, still curious. "Including humans," he confirmed. "So you couldn't read my mind?" she wanted to know, wondering if he would be able to read anything that she didn't want him to see. "Why, are you having dirty thoughts about me?" he asked cheekily, letting go of her temples for a moment. "Only when you're not looking into my head," she smirked. "Seriously, Doctor. Could you read my mind?" "I would have to do it intentionally when I touch you," he answered, his voice returning to a more serious tone. "Imagine your memories like rooms. Anything you wouldn't want me to see, you can close the door to keep me out. What I want to do now, though, is different, because I'll be projecting and watching, not reading." "Okay." Martha closed her eyes again and felt the Doctor's hands wander back to her temples. "Anything else I need to do?" she asked, instinctively laying her hands onto his waist, as if to anchor herself. "Don't talk." The Doctor's voice had a soft, promising tone. "Just relax and try to see." Martha wondered how she should see anything when her eyes were closed, but then realised that thinking just that was distracting her. Concentrating, she began to breathe deeply, willing herself to relax, while emptying her mind of everything else that could disturb her. Just as her breathing had synchronised with the Doctor's, the darkness changed and Martha floated in a river that wasn't really a river. It was made of an alien blue substance, darker than water would've been. She wondered if it was organic or not and a thought that she suspected came from the Doctor told her that it was both and neither. It just was. As Martha continued to float in the non-river, she looked closer at the substance and was able to make out bright green particles among it. They were floating in the blue material, just like she was. She had the feeling they belonged there, signalling something. The correct time, maybe? The thought seemed right. She floated backwards, feeling as if she was moving upward the non-river, when she noticed that the bright green particles lessened in numbers and mauve coloured ones appeared instead. The more her journey continued, the more the mauve ones increased, outweighing the green ones after a while. Just as she wondered if the mauve ones signalled some sort of disease, they were overlaid with the Royal Hope hospital as the main point of the mauve coloured particles, while the rest of London remained in the same shade of blue the not-river had been. Her view changed again, and she was now at the Doctor's bed inside the hospital, just like it had been at that day, during the morning rounds. Only that the perspective was different. She was watching it from the Doctor's body, as if she had jumped under his skin. Martha saw herself standing at the Doctor's bedside, together with Stoker and all her other student colleagues. They were all covered in a shade of blue, except for herself and Morgenstern. There was a halo of green around the two of them and she was sure that this meant something important. The moment she heard herself talk to the Doctor and felt him respond, the green around her own body glowed even brighter. Realising that this was how the Doctor must have known, the view changed once more, and she saw herself and the Doctor from above, running inside the corridors of the hospital that seemed to resemble a maze. The green particles were there again, and from her view, it looked as if the green particles were the path she and the Doctor had to follow to find their way out of the hospital-maze and towards the main doors. The picture faded back to black and Martha Jones opened her eyes, noticing the Doctor staring at her. "What?" she asked. The Doctor's face changed into a bright grin. "You're a clever woman, Martha Jones. You interpreted what I gave you and made sense of it. Your species doesn't have a sense of time, yet you instinctively used the correct analogies and drew the right conclusions. It's beyond the level of comprehension for your species to understand time in its full meaning, but you still get the basic idea on the first try." His voice changed to a soft whisper, as he leaned down to her level. "Another reason why I like you." And then, he kissed her. Overcoming her initial surprise, Martha's hands wandered up the Doctor's back, intent on keeping him where he was. She kissed back openly, letting the Doctor explore her mouth. Just as she felt her toes curl and the butterflies settle permanently in her stomach, she broke the kiss, much to the Doctor's surprise. "Thanks," Martha said, as the TARDIS landed at their new destination. END |
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