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Doctor Who (2007) - Cloud-Watch: Shapes

Title: Cloud-Watch.
Fandom: Doctor Who (2007)
Characters: The Tenth Doctor & Martha Jones
Prompt: # 041 - Shapes
Word Count: 1’205
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Martha had never, in all her life, seen multi-coloured clouds before. Nor had she seen clouds with such unusual shapes … But, of course, there was a first time for everything.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who. Thank RTD and the BBC.
Author's Notes:
Set mid-series 3. No Spoilers. Not really a plot, just harmless, 10Martha fluffiness.


“I’m not entirely sure what that is, Doctor,” Martha laughed, sparing him a furtive glance as her index finger absently tracing the outline of the large, fluffy-looking lilac cloud above her head. Smiling, the Doctor spared her a small glance before turning to the cloud that had caught her attention.

“Well …” he dragged out, licking his lips slightly as he crossed his arms behind his head and settled further into the azure-coloured grass beneath him. Smirking, he half-shrugged. “To me, it looks like a cross between a torxiphilian pedometer and a rubber duck.”

Martha rolled over slightly, propping herself up on one elbow, the better to stare at him with an eyebrow raised, her expression completely unreadable to the untrained eye. Lucky for him, his eyes were trained, exceptionally well, even if he did say so himself.

“Awhat?” she asked sceptically, half-wondering if she’d misheard him.

He grinned at her, lifting his own arm and reaching out an impossibly long digit to trace the same outline that she herself had sketched seconds ago.

“There, look. There’s a head, there. Head and beak and even a tiny hole where the eye would be, but if you look real close at the base of it, it’s kind of … well, roundish. Y’know. Circular. With a rectangle near the top - that’d be where numbers and letters are displayed on a torxiphilian pedometer.”

Martha rolled her eyes, a grin emerging on her face as she considered the boyish enthusiasm adorning his.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean you had to prove your point, Doctor,” she said before his detailed explanation could expand any further. “When I said ‘what’ I actually meant what the hell is a torxifilli…whatsit?”

The Doctor spared her a calculating look, before he let his arm drop and replaced it cushion-style behind his head, once again.

“A torxiphilian pedometer is a pedometer found on the planet torxiphalia, o’course. It’s kinda exactly what it says on the tin, see. Thought you might have been able to figure that out for yourself, Doctor Jones.” He raised a taunting eyebrow, eyes privately glittering with amusement as she glared at him.

She shrugged, mindlessly flicking an invisible speck of dust from the sleeve of her propped up arm, purposefully avoiding his gaze.

“Youdo know that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, don’t you, Doctor?” she asked amiably, smiling.

He smirked at her.

“Nah, it’s not, is it?” he asked in mock disbelief. “I’d never have guessed.”

She rolled her eyes, before dropping her elbow and sliding onto her back again, quietly chuckling to herself. “You really are quite impossible,” she told him, beaming from ear to ear. “I can honestly say that nobody in the entire Universe could ever hold a flame to you.”

He laughed softly to himself, sparing her a delighted glance before imitating her and considering the skies, again.

“See anything else you like?” he asked her after a moment’s silence.

She smirked.

“Aside from the purple sky, blue grass and multicoloured, randomly patterned fuzzy clouds?” she asked innocently.

He nodded, turning to her again, watching out of the corner of his eye as she glanced hurriedly at him before realising she was being watched. Blushing, she resolutely returned her eyes to the skies, again.

“Well, those three things in particular are still standing out in my mind, Doctor. I’d have to say that seeing such a stark contrast to a normal Earthly summer’s day is more than enough to keep my mind occupied. Give me too much to look at and my head might well explode.”

The Doctor feigned amazement.

“Wow, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Restraining another eye-roll with difficulty, she shook her head and grinned. Licking her lips in anticipation, she straightened up, noticing as she positioned herself cross-legged in front of him that his eyes were following her every movement. Internally beaming, she made certain her expression was neutral before fixing him with a questioning stare.

“Why did you bring me here, Doctor?” she asked, glancing around at the tranquil but incredibly alien landscape.

He shrugged half-heartedly, glancing at the sky again before letting his eyes fall to rest on her face.

“Just thought you might want a pit-stop from all the headless-chicken-style running about we’ve been doing, lately. It was a purely spontaneous landing, I assure you. I let the TARDIS choose for us, this time.”

She smiled warmly, glancing at the precariously parked blue police box silhouetted against the lilac sky not too far away. Standing tall amidst a sea of long, aquamarine-coloured rushes, its ‘square’ness seemed a little less obvious than usual. Despite it being such an unusual shape, the TARIS had blended exceptionally well with its surroundings. Quite like its owner, in fact, she mused as she turned in time to see him staring at her again. The Doctor, too, appeared to be feeling ‘at home’, as he alternated between watching the scenery and studying her …

“You know,” he murmured after a moment, eyes lingering a second longer than was necessary on her softly pouting lips, “the clouds aren’t the only things with beautiful shapes here.”

Martha felt a blush rise in her cheeks but tried to keep her face as neutrally impassive as possible.

Needless to say it was scarcely working.

Ignoring her racing heart, she shuffled ever so slightly closer, a small smile teasing the corners of her lips. “Oh really? What else is there worth looking at?” she asked curiously, feigning disinterest as she sneakily drank in his every feature. ‘Aside from you, Doctor,’ she mentally added, smirking at the thought.

When he was sure he had her complete and utter attention, he shuffled steadily closer and reached out a hand to hers, silently interlocking their fingers as he stared her dead in the eye. The silence dragged on for near on a minute before a smirk spread across his face and he pulled her unceremoniously to her feet.

Hey, Doctor!” she yelled, startled as he began to tug her away through the rushes, the vivid ‘square’ness of the TARDIS vanishing from view. ‘I thought we were getting somewhere then,’ she silently whined, whilst letting a scowl flutter onto her face as she spotted his triumphant smirk. “You never answered my question!”

Glancing back at her over his shoulder, he winked and tugged her ever further through the undergrowth.

“What? Oh … You mean the one about other things being worth looking at?” he asked in mock-confusion.

At her pointed glance, he laughed softly and waved his free hand at the distant horizon, where the first signs of life were beginning to emerge in the early-morning, dewy light, from the little, oddly shaped village many miles away from them. “Why, the natives, of course! They’re even better looking than those mutli-coloured, multi-shaped clouds up there! Seriously, you’ll love‘em!”

Dragged along behind him, her expression one of total disbelief, Martha glanced skywards, contemplating the clouds, mutely wondering just how oblivious he really was. Or if he really had been about to say something romantic, back there.

Too bad for her, she knew the Doctor well enough to know that she was never going to find out the truth.


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