Long A/N: Firstly, I'd like to mention that the story I am posting now is the first of five (fairly long) fics that are all related. I wrote these between the age of 14 and 16 in the days I was completely obsessed with Home and Away and more importantly, Jack and Martha. I shipped them before I knew what shipping was, they were my OTP before I knew what an OTP was and I wrote this before I knew that what I was doing was called fanfiction.
These have been sitting on my computer for years, no one has seen them, heard of them or read them before. I was too embarrassed to ever post these because they are completely and utterly AU (especially 4 and 5) and probably OOC. But now I am over that and decided to share them. I'm not posting them to try and improve my writing (I'm 20 now and the last time I touched these I think I was 16, so my writing has DEFINITELY improved since then). The only thing I have changed since is the grammar - it was shocking. The actual writing is what I originally wrote.
I know I was half way through fixing these up from the first time I wrote them, but then the Jack and Martha ship sunk, along with my writing and these stories. I'll try posting a chapter or two a day, because all 5 are long finished, I'm just sharing them with you.
I still hope you enjoy them for what they are and are able to laugh along with me at my writing style 6 years ago. I laughed quite a bit as I read through the first chapter, trying to fix up all the grammar mistakes.
Your reviews are still greatly appreciated and I hope you stick by while I post them. This starts after Martha went into to rescue Tasha from the Believers. In canon, she was drugged and locked in a shed and never got Tasha out, but in my story, she did get her out that time and the story takes off from there. For now it is rated K+ but if I remember correctly there are some 14 year old views on sex scenes in here, so that might have to change.
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Jack was doing his best to try and comfort Martha after her ordeal with the Believer's. She had gone to the farm, pretending to be one of them just so she could prove to Tasha that they weren't who she thought they were. But before she got the chance to get Tasha out of there, Mama Rose had worked out her plan and then drugged her and locked her in a shed. If he hadn't realised something was wrong, Martha would still be there and Tasha would be still trapped in all their lies. But it had all worked out and now they were down at the police station, Martha and Tasha a bit shaken, but okay.
"I still can't believe you did that," he said to his girlfriend, putting an arm around her shoulders. "It was so dangerous." That was the thing about Martha, she had so much courage. She had dived into that situation, knowing that she mightn't have come out of it, but had still done it to save her friend. She had so much loyalty to the ones she loved.
"But I'm ok now," Martha assured him. "And so is Tasha. She now knows the truth." She rested her head on Jack's shoulder and smiled. "But if it wasn't for you, maybe we wouldn't be ok," she added. "You're my hero." She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around him. She didn't want to let go, but was forced to when Jack's boss, McGrath came over to them.
"Jack, could I have a word with you?" he asked.
"Sure," Jack replied. "What's up?"
McGrath glanced at Martha and then back at Jack. He didn't exactly think she was going to appreciate what he was going to say. In fact, Jack wasn't going to like it either. But it was a decision Jack needed to make. He needed to decide what was more important to him. If Martha was with him, she'd influence his answer. "In private," he added.
Jack's smile disappeared. He looked at Martha. He knew he was in trouble. He hadn't exactly obeyed orders to get Martha out of there. "Give me a few minutes," he said to her.
Martha nodded and smiled. "I'll be waiting," she said. Nothing mattered to her at that moment, except for Jack. She loved him so much and she knew that he loved her back. That was all that was important to her.
She left the police station to go and wait outside for Jack.
"I know I did the wrong thing today," Jack dobbed himself in before his boss could have a go at him.
"You broke almost every rule in the book to get your girlfriend out of there and disobeyed my instructions," McGrath added.
Jack tried to cut in, but he continued.
"I know you love her and I know how much she means to you, but a lot of cops around here have girlfriends or wives too. You don't see them do what you did."
"Martha could have died!" Jack argued. He was struggling to control his temper. He would do anything for Martha and his job or any orders from his boss didn't stand in his way. He loved her and wanted to protect her. "I wasn't thinking about myself in all of this," he continued. "I was thinking about Martha."
"That's the problem," McGrath argued. "You're always thinking about her. You come to work every day half heartedly, because all you think about is being with her."
"Because I love her," Jack had lost complete control of his temper now. What his boss was saying wasn't fair.
"Well then, your decision should be easy," McGrath said. "It's her or your job, Jack."
"You can't do that!" Jack argued. "You can't boot me out because I have a girlfriend."
"No, but I can boot you out due to poor performance, Jack," McGrath told him. "She's just the reason. You have two days to make your decision."
"I have no decision to make," Jack snapped. "Martha is ten times more important to me than any job and I won't lose her. But she is going to want me to keep my job, which will break her heart when I tell her I can't." He left the office and then the station to where Martha was waiting for him. She smiled and then dragged him to the beach.
Martha and Jack strolled silently along the beach, which was a first for them. Normally, they found plenty of things to talk about. But they were both really lost in thought. It was Martha, though, who spoke first.
"What's up, Jack?" she asked. "You have been really quiet since your boss spoke to you. What did he say?"
"Nothing important," Jack lied. "I was just thinking about what I would have done if I had lost you today. You're too important to me." He hated not being able to tell her the truth, but he couldn't bear hurting her. Not today.
"You know you can tell me anything," Martha said, clearly not believing what he had said. "I am here to listen, you know."
Jack stopped by the water's edge and smiled at her. "I know you are," he replied. "And I will talk to you when anything is on my mind, but at the moment, nothing but you is on my mind." He pushed her gently into the waves, causing her to scream.
"That's cold, Jack!" she cried, pulling on his shirt and dragging him in too.
Jack laughed. "I'll let you out if you promise to stop worrying about me," he said. "And once you kiss me," he added cheekily.
Martha smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. "Better?" she asked.
"Much," Jack replied with a smile. "But you haven't promised to stop worrying about me yet."
"I'll always worry about you, Jack," Martha told him. "You're a cop, you put yourself in danger every day. You can't stop me from worrying about you."
Jack sighed. "But I'm okay right now," he said.
Martha nodded. When Jack was ready to tell her, she knew he would. Obviously now just wasn't the right time.
Jack let her out of the freezing water, where she shivered. He never actually thought of how cold they would be when they got out. He wrapped his arms around her, but it really wasn't going to help. "I'd drive you home, but you'd be three quarters of the way there between here and my car," he teased.
Martha smiled. "I'm going to have a shower and then get changed," she said. "I'll meet you at the diner in half an hour." She started walking back up the beach to where the diner and her home she shared with her grandad were. Jack followed her, because his car was there too.