|Harry & Martha fic: Lost Shoes
||[Mar. 9th|06:46 pm]
the two doctors
I have Harry on a few comms that basically give you prompts to write stuff about the character you've claimed. One of the ones I've done recently has Harry and Martha in it (and I plan to write more), and since there's not enough fic with these two in, I thought I'd post it here.|
Spoilers for Torchwood 2.06 Reset
First, a bit of background. I invented a future for Harry in which he's gone back to UNIT, but not as medical officer. Instead, he's part of the team that get sent out when people like Sarah Jane Smith ring up having beaten the bad guys and left a big mess.
Harry swore and then checked there was no one around to hear, which was the wrong way round to do it, but there were rare occasions when it was just necessary. Having expressed how he felt, he pulled out his radio for more practical help. "Colonel, I'm stuck to the ground out here."
There was the sound of static at the other end, so Harry knew she was listening, but there was a pause before she said anything. And even then it was just, "Sir?"
He sighed. You would think they'd be used to the unexpected by now, but sometimes the more mundane things were just more unexpected. "My shoes are superglued to the path," he clarified. He couldn't be sure what it was that was holding them there, but it felt like it was superglue. It had the same effect anyway.
"I'll be right there." Which was a far more reasonable answer, in his opinion.
Not long afterwards, Colonel Black came running up to him.
"Don't come too close," Harry shouted. "I don't know how far it extends."
She came to a sudden stop and bent down to examine the path more closely. Once she was satisfied she was safe where she was, she stood back up. "Are you all right?"
He nodded. "I just need someone to make the path unsticky again. And get a medic out here, since I'm out of action."
"Yes, sir." She pulled her radio out and ran off, talking into it as she went.
Harry settled down and waited. Well, as much as it was possible to settle down when you were stood up with nothing nearby to lean against.
Sometime later the team had managed to cordon off an area they'd established was 'gluey', which was now the official name for the substance, despite them having established that it was definitely not superglue. Unfortunately, the area around him was too big for Harry to jump and leave his shoes behind. How he'd got as far inside it as he had without getting stuck was another question entirely.
And that was as far as anyone had got with the problem. Most of the team were involved with the clean-up that they were here to deal with in the first place and Harry just wasn't top priority. Which was partially his fault for pointing out that he wasn't in mortal danger and given that they'd found a temporary replacement for him, they didn't really need him at all. He was still contactable on the radio anyway.
He was, however, beginning to regret it. He wasn't unfit, but he wasn't as young as he once was, loathe as he was to admit it. It turned out that standing in the same position hurt after a while. But there was no choice but to grit his teeth and wait a while longer.
The first person to come and speak to him was a young woman he didn't know. "I've run out of injured," she said, "so you're next."
"I'm not injured."
"No, but you're not exactly running about, are you?"
Harry had to concede this point. "You must be Martha Jones," he said instead, since she was the most likely doctor UNIT would send.
She nodded."Harry Sullivan."
"That's me." Then he grimaced - he was getting cramp in one leg.
"Are you all right?" She looked at him with a concerned expression on her face.
"I've been better."
"Let me see about getting you out of there."
She walked off toward the UNIT van. Harry wasn't really expecting anything, but she came back with the mats from inside. It took some careful throwing on her part, but she laid them down to create a walkway between where he was stuck and the path where it was safe. Harry was impressed.
"You'd better come quickly," she said. "I heard that they're not sure if this stuff eats through organic material."
He hadn't heard that, but it was the sort of thing they would keep from him. He rather hoped it didn't, given how long he'd been here. The only trouble was... "I'm not sure I can."
She stepped over the low rope they'd used as a cordon and held out a hand. Harry took it and let her help him to safety. She was stronger than she looked, which was just as well, because even once they were back on the path he wasn't sure he could stay stood up any longer. As she let go of him he nearly fell over.
"Can you make it as far as the van?"
"I think so."
"Good, because you're too heavy to carry."
Harry smiled and leaned on her as she took him over to the van and he fell onto a seat inside with a weary sigh.
"Better?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'll ache tomorrow." He was used to that, though. "There's tea in the thermos." He pointed to where it was propped up next to Martha. "And plastic cups too."
"Ah." She looked pleased at this discovery and poured them a cup each. "So how come no one else thought of getting you out of the glue?"
"Because I told them not to worry about it and that there were more important things to do. There were at the time."
She just said, "Hmm," and passed him a cup.
"You're very young for MO," Harry said, conversationally, after a sip.
Martha bristled. "You're trying to say I'm too young to do it, aren't you?"
Harry shook his head. "Not at all." He had been thinking it, but he wouldn't dare voice the thought. "I was just wondering how much experience you've had: you can't have passed your exams that long ago. And you're a civilian."
"I didn't, but trust me, I've had plenty of experience with alien medicine."
Harry's eyebrows rose, wondering if that meant what he thought it did. "Well, if you ever need any help you can always ask me. I'm just sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner." He hadn't entirely been in the right frame of mind when he re-joined UNIT, even though he hadn't wanted his old job back.
"Well..." She looked down into her cup. "There is something."
"It's just that, considering I'm the Medical Officer and everything, no one ever calls me Doctor."
He smiled. "The trouble is that most of the people in UNIT these days have never met the Doctor. So to them, he's, well, god pretty much."
"I wouldn't worry about it."
She nodded. "If you say so. And what's wrong with being a civilian anyway?"
Since she sat forward on her seat and looked mildly threatening, Harry tried to appease her. "Nothing. Except that the troops can't quite justify calling you ma'am."
Fortunately, it worked, because she laughed at that and he laughed along with her, relieved.
Harry turned round to see Colonel Black standing at the entrance to the back of the van. "Yes, Colonel."
"We've finished and the scientists are here to play with the glue."
Harry caught the unspoken question in there and nodded. "Let's go then."
"What about your shoes?" Martha asked as they finished their tea and she packed away the cups.
"It's not the first time I've lost a pair of shoes in the line of duty. Don't worry, I have more." He leaned closer to her and dropped his voice so no one else would hear. "Mine were shot my first trip in the TARDIS."
Her eyes widened and he knew his guess had been right. She couldn't say anything, though, because the rest of the team were already getting into the van. "I have an alien autopsy to do when I get back. Would you like to help me, Dr Sullivan?"
"The Vreen we found yesterday?"
"In that case, I'd love to, Dr Jones."
As they drove off, she grinned at him and he smiled back, anticipating some interesting conversations over the autopsy table.