Tables Turned

Author's note: This is strictly a rewrite/cleaning up of the story. Also, I'll go ahead and add that final chapter some time within the next week or so, which will make the story complete...FINALLY!


"Martha," The Doctor whined as they stealthily walked down the dark corridor of the Hrilarian spaceship. "Do I really have to go to every function this weekend?"

"Doctor," she mocked him with a similar whine. "You talked to Tish and told her you would."

"Well, I didn't think she'd remember the entire conversation," he replied. "She's getting married! I figured she'd be too excited to recall such trivial details."

"She's a P.R. person, Doctor." Martha reminded him. "She's trained to remember every detail under any circumstance."

"But," he started.

"Come on!" she interrupted. "It'll be fun! Jack will be there, too."

"Right," he replied. "We still need to apologize for the way he left him during our…"

"Misunderstanding?" she finished.

"Exactly!" the Doctor agreed. "So, Tish is really getting married," he mused.

"It is a bit difficult to believe, isn't it?"

"I guess we should be lucky his name isn't Richard Lazarus. Don't you agree?" he replied with a smirk.

Martha tried not to giggle, but failed miserably when she saw the Doctor's infectious grin. After a moment, the two calmed down and looked at the door in front of which they were standing.

"Are you ready?" the young UNIT officer asked her companion.

"I suppose so," the Doctor answered as he took out his sonic screwdriver and adjusted the setting. He smiled at Martha, who smiled back and focused on the door. The Doctor, however continued staring at the stunning young woman next to him. He had no idea how long he'd been staring when he noticed her hand waving in front of his eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked with concern. "I had no idea my sister's wedding weekend would have such an effect on you."

"Oh, that's so funny," he retorted sarcastically. "How do you come up with such comedy?" He tried to busy himself with using the sonic screwdriver to open the door.

"Before we go back to Earth, you'll have to tell me where you were just then, Mister." Martha stated.

"Off we go then," he said, completely ignoring her comment.

The TARDIS materialized down the street from the house of Clive and Francine Jones.

The Doctor paced the grated floor of the control room as he fiddled with his dark red tie that matched his trainers while he waited for Martha to get ready. His dark blue suit and light blue shirt were immaculate.

This weekend was about as domestic as domestic could get. The funny thing was: he really wasn't afraid of being domestic with Martha. He'd come to enjoy their nightly talks, the occasional film they went to see, and the meals they shared together. The Doctor was afraid however, of everyone else finding out how much he cared for the astonishing young woman. If they decided to tell her, she'd leave him and he'd be broken-hearted. He didn't think he could handle it; not after everything they'd been through together.

First, he was annoyed at her for asking all the tough personal questions. Recently, he found himself volunteering information before she'd even asked. He knew he wanted to share everything with the tiny woman standing at the console watching him with a smirk on her face. But, how could he make her realize that these feelings were—

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked.

"Long enough to see how nervous you are," she replied. "It really won't be as bad as you think."

"I know," he began before truly focusing on the spectacular vision named Martha Jones.

"Doctor," she inquired worriedly. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm…you…you look…blimey," he managed to get out. She raised an eyebrow at him. He couldn't help gawking at how beautiful she was. Her hair was loose and flowing. The bright blue dress with spaghetti straps contrasted perfectly with the smooth, flawless skin of her shoulders. The dress was fitted to her torso and showed off her tiny waist and the perfect shape of her breasts. It flared out over the luscious curves of her hips and stopped just above the knee. His eyes stayed a little too long on her well-toned and shapely calves. Finally, he tore his eyes away, but, not before noticing the bright blue shoes that matched the dress perfectly. "Uh, you look nice," he finished with a feeble cover-up. "Nice shoes."

"Thanks?" she said rather confused. She'd never seen him act this way before, so, she couldn't understand what was going on with him.

He cleared his throat. "You're ready then?" he asked in his business-as-usual tone.

"Yes sir, Mr. Smith."

"Shall we?" He held out his arm for her to slip her hand through. The two walked out of the TARDIS smiling at one another.

"Well, it's about time," a voice from behind them stated rather exasperated. "I've been standing here for almost ten minutes!"

"Jack!" Martha disentangled herself from the Doctor and ran into Jack's embrace. The Doctor looked slightly sad before realizing he was going to have to share her with everyone else this weekend; including her boyfriend, Tom.

"Hey gorgeous," the Torchwood leader said softly into Martha's ear as he continued to hug her tightly.

"Well, don't blame me," the Doctor said flippantly. "Our young doctor decided to wait until the last possible moment to start getting ready."


"It's okay, Martha," Jack declared. "I'm sure he had something to do with it." Martha laughed. The Doctor couldn't help noticing how stunning she looked with her head tilted back just a little, looking as if she had not a care in the world.

"You still have a key, Captain," the Doctor reminded Jack, as his former companion released Martha. "Why didn't you just come in? You could've waited with me."

"I wasn't sure it was safe for me to come in after the last time I saw you two." Jack replied.

"About that," the Doctor started.

"We're really sorry." Martha finished.

"Yes, we sort of got caught up in our little…" the Doctor continued.

"Disagreement," she completed. "We didn't mean to make you feel unwanted."

"And, you didn't even say goodbye," the Doctor added. "I thought I was supposed to be the rude one."

"Did you two rehearse that?" Jack inquired. The Doctor and Martha looked at one another, and then looked at Jack.

"Rehearse what?" both asked in unison.

Jack smiled knowingly. "Let's get going, you two."