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Strangers with Bow Ties by sciathan-file (G)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing:Eleven, Martha
Length: short
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciathan_file
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
There are quite a lot of fics where the Doctor meets up with a companion of a previous regeneration who doesn't know about thwhole thing. This is one of the better ones, because that's not the only trick up this story's sleeve. This also deals with wibbly-wobbly timey-wimeyness, and the fact that Amelia Pond isn't the only person on earth in the 21st century to have to deal with the crack in reality that erases things and people from existence.
Eleven meets Martha. Or Martha meets Eleven.
"You've redecorated the place...not sure I like it. But," the intruder paused almost thoughtfully, "Your sofa is quite comfy."
Pausing only to slip one of her steak knives into her hand, Martha moved slowly towards the source of the voice. There, sitting
cross-legged upon her sofa, was an innocuous looking man that rather reminded her of a rather absent-minded professor she had had at
university. That memory was certainly amplified by the fact he had on a silly looking bow tie and…there the similarities stopped. In fact, he seemed to be dipping some kippers into a wine glass filled with a thick substance that appeared to be marmite.
After all she had seen, Martha understood that even the most ordinary looking of people could be monsters. Even the Doctor looked normal enough at first glance, and he was capable of…god knew what. He looked more normal than the man on her sofa at any rate.
Stepping into the living room with a calculated caution, all the while holding onto the only weapon she had just in case the stranger wasn't as innocuous as he looked, Martha asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The stranger responded merely by placing the tin of kippers on the table in front of him and leaning slightly forward.
"The thing is, I've come about a crack. Non-specific as of now. Could change, though."
By this time, Martha was fairly certain that this was some bow tie wearing madman who could not speak a word of sense if he tried. Without
so much as a word, she made up her mind to make her way towards her phone in the most unobtrusive manner possible.
The stranger, still blissfully oblivious to the fact that his conversation was fairly one-sided, continued explaining, "You know like a crack," and illustrating his point he took up the glass and knocked it on the side of the table. However, rather than merely cracking, the glass shattered into four jagged pieces. He pulled a face and wiped a marmite-covered hand on the sleeve of his tweed jacket.
"Well, it was supposed to crack. And now I've managed to coat your comfy sofa with marmite. But the point stands, Martha, have you seen any cracks – the crack-y kind, not the shatter-y kind – about?"
Strangers with Bow Ties
Pairing:Eleven, Martha
Length: short
Author on LJ:
sciathan_fileAuthor Website:
Why this must be read:
There are quite a lot of fics where the Doctor meets up with a companion of a previous regeneration who doesn't know about thwhole thing. This is one of the better ones, because that's not the only trick up this story's sleeve. This also deals with wibbly-wobbly timey-wimeyness, and the fact that Amelia Pond isn't the only person on earth in the 21st century to have to deal with the crack in reality that erases things and people from existence.
Eleven meets Martha. Or Martha meets Eleven.
"You've redecorated the place...not sure I like it. But," the intruder paused almost thoughtfully, "Your sofa is quite comfy."
Pausing only to slip one of her steak knives into her hand, Martha moved slowly towards the source of the voice. There, sitting
cross-legged upon her sofa, was an innocuous looking man that rather reminded her of a rather absent-minded professor she had had at
university. That memory was certainly amplified by the fact he had on a silly looking bow tie and…there the similarities stopped. In fact, he seemed to be dipping some kippers into a wine glass filled with a thick substance that appeared to be marmite.
After all she had seen, Martha understood that even the most ordinary looking of people could be monsters. Even the Doctor looked normal enough at first glance, and he was capable of…god knew what. He looked more normal than the man on her sofa at any rate.
Stepping into the living room with a calculated caution, all the while holding onto the only weapon she had just in case the stranger wasn't as innocuous as he looked, Martha asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The stranger responded merely by placing the tin of kippers on the table in front of him and leaning slightly forward.
"The thing is, I've come about a crack. Non-specific as of now. Could change, though."
By this time, Martha was fairly certain that this was some bow tie wearing madman who could not speak a word of sense if he tried. Without
so much as a word, she made up her mind to make her way towards her phone in the most unobtrusive manner possible.
The stranger, still blissfully oblivious to the fact that his conversation was fairly one-sided, continued explaining, "You know like a crack," and illustrating his point he took up the glass and knocked it on the side of the table. However, rather than merely cracking, the glass shattered into four jagged pieces. He pulled a face and wiped a marmite-covered hand on the sleeve of his tweed jacket.
"Well, it was supposed to crack. And now I've managed to coat your comfy sofa with marmite. But the point stands, Martha, have you seen any cracks – the crack-y kind, not the shatter-y kind – about?"
Strangers with Bow Ties