||[Jan. 17th|02:27 pm]
the two doctors
I've been going through my old fic and discovered I'd written Harry/Martha for the Who OTP drabble tag back in October 2006. So I thought I may as well post it here. It's a double drabble, and was written before much was known about Martha.
"I tell you, you don't know what you're dealing with, Miss Jones."
It was the condescending tone of the older man that got Martha's back up. How dare he sound overly-polite and insult her at the same time. She stared at him over the patient but that was not enough on its own to make him back down.
"Yes, I do, it's an alien. I don't know where it's from or whether it's hostile, but it's come to my hospital and therefore I'm going to to help it. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Um, no. No, of course not. I'll help you." He smiled.
She would have spurned his offer except that there was no-one else here who would believe her story and she could not do this on her own. So she said, "okay," and they got to work.
Afterwards, when they were both tired, she was grateful for his offer to buy a penniless medical student a drink and they swapped stories of Daleks and Doctors. By the end of the night she realised she had actually come to like him and was looking for an opportunity to spend more time in his company.