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13 July 2007 @ 15:03
doctor who fic: damn fine  
Title: Damn fine
Pairing: Jack/Martha, Ianto
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG
Prompt: Jealousy (Ianto or Gwen), Ianto
Ianto is in love, but they aren't in love with him...


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Have you met Miss Jones? Ianto hated that song not only because his name was Jones and the song reminded him of his sister, but because the song rang through his ears whenever Martha rushed up to Jack and gave his a friendly hug. While Owen and Toshiko just raised their eyebrows and shook it off, Ianto looked in jealousy at the sight, and so did Gwen. She glowered at Martha and dreamed of the day Jack would be back talking to her again.
 
Ianto had been the first of the team to meet Miss Martha Jones. She turned up one day, looking around in the main office in which Ianto worked. He had been working on his computer when he noticed the beautiful young woman through the blinds. He stood and asked her what he could do for her. Confidently, she mentioned that Jack had called her and wished to see her straight away. It was then that Ianto knew who she was. Before he could even open the door for her to go down Jack bounded up the stairs and through the door to give her an embrace, while Ianto sat staring like the dutiful butler did.
 
“Lovely to see you, Martha ma’am” Jack said, deepening his accent into a Southern American accent, making Martha laugh. “I’m glad you could come, we have a lot of work to do” he explained, leading her towards the hub door. He then looked to Ianto, pointing him out to Martha as if he were a piece of furniture. “Oh, this should be interesting. Martha Jones this is Ianto Jones. Ianto Jones this is Martha Jones.”
 
Martha smiled and offered her hand, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Jones.”
 
Ianto smiled back and took the hand, “Nice to meet you too, Miss Jones.”
 
He watched wryly as Jack put his arm around Martha and made a joke about how they wouldn’t need to remember last names before motioning her to the door finally. Martha made sure to turn and smile, saying it was nice to meet him and at the time it was just nice to meet Martha Jones.
 
Within time it became clear though that Jack favoured her and spoke in confidence with her. Ianto was naturally jealous but made it his business not to show it. He made the coffee for the team and noticed how each one reacted differently. Owen just took the coffee and went back to his work; Gwen, who was occupied with the busy and stressful job of watching Jack and Martha in the office took the cup and nodded “Yeah, thanks Ianto”; Toshiko looked up from her computer and smiled “Thanks Ianto, very nice of you.”
 
He went up to the office and knocked on the door. Jack smiled and gave his gesture to come in. He walked in slowly and handed out the last two cups. Jack took his straight away and drank from him. He smiled, “Mmmm, that’s great Ianto!” he looked to Martha, “Have you tasted Ianto’s coffee yet Martha?”
 
Martha took the cup, staring at it gratefully: “Oh, Ianto you didn’t have to do that…”
 
“It’s my job, ma’am” Ianto replied, managing to smile and walking to leave.
 
“You don’t have to call me ma’am, Ianto” she said, laughing. “Just call me Martha. I’m not the queen!” Jack chuckled at that while Ianto just awkwardly nodded and then decided to walk away from before Martha tapped his coat again, holding the coffee in her hand. He wondered if she had a complaint; he was used to that by the doctors of Torchwood—both in one and three. But instead she smiled saying: “Ianto, excuse me for saying, but this is one damn fine cup of coffee!”
 
Ianto didn’t know whether she was complimenting him or making fun. Either way he made it his business to rush away quickly. Finally out of the door he looked back in to see Jack and Martha go on talking, laughing, and Jack was glowing with cheerfulness. It made Ianto feel left out, like Gwen. As he made his way back down Gwen did grab him for a moment.
 
“Ianto, what are they talking about?”
 
“Who…”
 
“Jack and Martha”
 
“Twin Peaks”
 
Ianto began wishing for some natural disaster to hit the Torchwood Team, like a great storm; Gwen, Owen, Toshiko disappear into shelter, and Jack and Martha separated, and his beloved in his arms. As he filled in Martha’s profile he imagined what it would go. He’d have a chance to ‘grow-up’ and take charge, especially with Jack’s underdogs gone with the wind. He imagined what the hub would look like after this great disaster. Just the two of them left…
 
Martha Jones; age: twenty-three; occupation: doctor…
 
Just then in came Jack and Martha, who was singing ‘I Will Survive’, bag over her shoulder, carrying coffee, dancing to her own tune, and laughing there way it. Jack was glowing again, that annoyed Ianto who managed to just ignore it.
 
“You know” Jack was telling Martha “I once had a girlfriend who dumped me to the tune of that song!”
 
It was then that Martha noticed Ianto at his computer. She rang the bell and Ianto turned to look. Jack took a coffee and said he’d see her down in the hub and nodded at Ianto, acknowledging him. After he went Martha handed him a coffee. This was new—not one ever got him coffee—he was the one who got coffee!
 
He looked at it sceptically at first before Martha laughed, “What’s wrong? It’s not poisoned.”
 
“It’s not that” Ianto said quietly. “It’s just no one ever gets me coffee.”
 
“Oh” she replied, not really caring and pushing it into Ianto’s hand. “Well, I do. I bet you’re good at more things than making coffee.”
 
Ianto shrugged.
 
“Jack says your computer is the only one no one can hack in this place” he then smiled. Martha turned to catch Jack up before turning back and smiling, “Just so you know; we all think of you as part of the team. I can tell you know that Jack and I do.”
 
“Oh?”
 
“Yes” she said quietly before disappearing. “Just so you know.”
 
After that Ianto felt a lot better when he saw Martha and Jack together, laughing and having fun. Watching those sparks between them didn’t hurt nearly as much, nor didn’t it hit him when he noticed Jack give Martha a quick peck on the cheek when he thought no one was looking. Everyday, Martha brought the coffee and left one for Ianto on his desk. The outlook seemed much brighter all of a sudden, and felt a smile on his face, and dared enough to make a vow…
 
Jack had competition if he wanted Martha Jones.


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musings of a forgotten teenager
13 July 2007 @ 12:32
jack/martha fanfic  
Title: Return, my lover
Pairing: Jack/Martha, one-sided Jack/Gwen, hinted Doctor/Martha
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG
Prompt: Jealousy (Ianto or Gwen), Gwen
Gwen wishes that Jack would talk to her again, and finds it hard to accept Martha Jones.


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Ever since Martha came to Torchwood, Gwen could feel Jack slipping through her fingers. It had always been her that Jack confided his thoughts and feelings and secrets in—because he liked her just that bit more and would miss her just that bit more if she wasn’t there or went away. Now, it was Martha who he told everything to. And it was Martha who stood in his office for hours talking. Gwen couldn’t remember the last time Jack said anything to her—actually he did say “I need that report for UNIT by Tuesday, Gwen” but that’s not the same. That’s not what Gwen wanted.
 
Working late one night she had just sat and watched Jack and Martha talking, laughing, and how Martha casually touched Jack on the shoulder, as if thanking him for a wonderful story or joke. And Jack glowed—Owen and Toshiko used to whisper about how Jack glowed when he spoke to Gwen. Now it was Martha. Owen teased her, saying she was replaced as Jack’s confident. That caused a lump in her throat and no amount of water or Ianto’s coffee or Rhys’ beer could make it settle. She even tried to cough it out or swallow it, but she couldn’t and gained unwanted attention from Martha who asked if she was alright.
 
Gwen put on a smile and nodded, “I’m alright, sweetheart.”
 
“Are you sure?” replied the young woman “If this coughing gets worse you should see a doctor. I’m always happy to see you over. And so is Owen, I imagine.”
 
She wasn’t sure whether Martha was joking or hinting that she knew of Gwen’s past with Owen. Had Jack told her? Oh no, he wouldn’t, would he? Would he share the secrets of all around him with this new-girl, this new comer who had only been at Torchwood for a little while and knew nothing of any of these people?
 
Gwen wasn’t the only one who stared at the pair, jealous and longing. She thought she caught Ianto looking at them a few times. His eyes were full of suffering and wanting. She wondered if he would be willing to rip the pair apart as well at time. Either way Gwen longed to sit and talk with Jack. She longed to have the attention on her again and for Martha to be the one to leave as Gwen settled at Jack’s side and could tell Jack everything, even about her jealousy of Martha. She knew he’d understand, laugh it off, and not read too much into Gwen’s feelings about it, even though he should.
 
It seemed that Jack and Martha had a long history—or a short but strong one. They both knew of events that Gwen didn’t even know had happened and spoke of things that they wouldn’t ever speak of. It annoyed and isolated Gwen from Jack. Whenever they said a joke, laughed and Gwen asked what was funny they both brushed it off and refused to share.
 
“It’s a long story” Jack said, grinning at Martha. “You wouldn’t understand.”
 
“Well, I might” she replied, trying to sound casual and happy.
 
“You don’t want to!” Martha replied, bursting into laughter again.
 
Martha was just so cheerful and kind. There was no nonsense in her and she didn’t take anything from anyone. She was the sort of woman that men tripped over themselves to gain the attention of and win the approval of. Even Jack seemed to fall under her spell. If it wasn’t romantic then it was friendly and too friendly for Gwen’s liking. She feared that sooner or later she’d be left in the dark about become nothing more than another face at Torchwood. If left in the dark too long by Jack she might upgrade herself to Susie standards and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
 
Finally she gathered up her courage to listen in to these deep conversations so filled with love. Gwen sat and listened carefully. They spoke of time and space and something called the TARDIS and hands and a mysterious man called the Doctor. And Jack asked how she was coping and Martha says that the feelings just wouldn’t go away, that she needed to move on and find someone else. Jack then touched her cheek and told her in confidence that she would find someone. Then she smiled and Gwen wanted to hang herself as Jack offered himself like a willing sacrifice for this pretty young woman who was a doctor, a world saviour (According to them and ‘the year that never was’ at least) and so much better than Gwen was. It stung her soul.
 
But then she realised something after listening to them long enough—it didn’t matter if Jack had feelings deep down for Martha, and it didn’t matter that one day she might reciprocate those feelings. Jack wouldn’t have Martha, not today. It very quickly became clear to Gwen that wonderful Martha Jones was still in love with someone else. It also became clear that her beloved was the mysterious man; the Doctor. And Martha made it clear that once her feelings for him had gone away she would return to her lover, the Doctor, to continue on their travels as his friend.
 
Therefore Jack would be left alone and in need of support and friendship again. And they all knew that would be Gwen. Finally one day Martha picked up the phone and confirmed it; the Doctor was coming to get her. Gwen’s heart was at an all time high:
 
Martha would return to her Doctor, and Jack would return to his Gwen.


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musings of a forgotten teenager
11 July 2007 @ 20:16
doctor who fic: nothing special  
Title: Nothing Special
Pairing: Jack/Martha
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Prompt: Fleeting
Jack sees Martha through the window of a café on the corner not far from Torchwood.

Part of the Ficathon: Staying Behind here and here. 


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Drinking coffee at the café, Jack made it his business to get there early before it became crowded. He had no idea why it did become crowded—it was a disgusting place really; dirty, depressing and dreary. And it was raining hard, making it downright depressing. Maybe that would drive the unsuspecting people into the café. Knowing that the trains, the buses, and all means of public transport were awful these days he knew the passengers late coming to or from work would pour through the doors just for shelter and warmth.
 
But they would be disappointed. The coffee was awful; but then Jack was used to Ianto’s coffee which was a damn fine cup of coffee. This café was no Twinned Peeks; it had to be the cheapest ever. Why did he decide to come again? He should have gone somewhere nicer where the coffee didn’t taste like mud and you didn’t find hairs in your food. Of course, this was the closest place to the train station and very close to the Hub. Too close to pass up on a rainy day.
 
It really was coming down in buckets. The roof of the café still had parasols and plastic tables and chairs out that were covered in puddles of rain. The parasol filled with a heavy amount of water, and others, along with the tables and chairs, blew away down the street. One of the café workers noticed and rushed out to retrieve them. Within seconds he was soaked through, as if caught in a storm at sea, and Jack had to chuckle as he threw down the payment for the coffee and left the table. He glanced out of the window as he made his way out, noticing a young woman battle her way through the rain and wind carrying a carton of milk in one hand and an umbrella in the other, between her freezing fingers. He couldn’t see her face but took the chance to check out her figure.
 
Another gust of wind blew suddenly and snatched the woman’s umbrella right out of her hands. Within seconds she was drenched with rain water. Jack braced at the sight of the woman’s face—it was none other than Martha Jones! She swung to watch her umbrella flying away down the street, into the road and under a bus; had it been in a film it might have been funny but all it did to Martha was annoy her. She threw the carton of milk to the ground and rushed under one of the remaining parasols to keep dry. She was unsuccessful as the rain dripped right onto her anyway, and once the water became too much for the parasol an entire cup full fell all over her.
 
Jack rushed out the door and called to her, “Martha!” she turned and smiled. “It is Martha Jones, right? I’m not looking at a double or secret twin?”
 
“Jack!” said the watery Martha, hair and face and everything dripping with rain. “What are you doing here?”
 
“This isn’t far from the Torchwood base” he explained, pointing towards the route. Martha turned her head and nodded, not really paying attention; it was hard with all the rain. She was clearly in a hurry but Jack couldn’t help himself. “So what are you doing in Cardiff? You’re not stalking me are you?”
 
“No, no” Martha said, using a wet hand to push back a damp streak of hair “no, I’m here visiting an old school friend and she asked me to pick up some milk, then it started raining and I lost my umbrella—surprised to bump into you, though!”
 
“Yeah” said Jack, unable to stop grinning, “What are the chances? I thought you’d be on some exciting adventure with the Doctor.” He said this with a tinge of bitterness—and he wasn’t sure why. It just seemed the right thing to do. He noticed Martha look awkward and he sighed, “Lost you, huh?”
 
“No, actually” Martha confirmed, head held high “I left him, but I imagine I’ll be seeing him soon. I made sure he took my phone so I can call him.”
 
“I wish I’d thought of that” Jack stated thoughtfully but he laughed and clapped his hands. “Congratulations, since he landed in the 21st century you must be the only companion to leave of her own accord and still have the Doctor hanging.”
 
Martha smiled, “Lucky me, eh?”
 
And there was an odd moment of silence where the only sound was the white noise of rain splashing on the pavement, running down the roof, dripping over Martha. The sky was so dark that the street lights turned on and the ground shone around them. Car lights lit up not only the shadows on the street but also Martha’s damp skin—she seemed to glow. Jack just stared at her for a while before he managed to break the ice with a laugh.
 
She nodded, “Well I better get going; she’ll be wondering where I am…”
 
“Who…?”
 
“Julia, my school friend”
 
“Oh!” Jack said, coming to his senses. He bent down and picked up the plastic milk carton, slightly bend from the assault Martha had inflicted on it in furry. He rubbed it with his sleeve, as it was covered in gritty mud, as handed it to her. He then grinned, “You better get going then; does she live far because if she does I can drop you off in the SUV…”
 
“No, that’s fine” Martha said, brushing off the offer with her hand, flicking water as she did. “It’s only a couple of streets away, I’ll be fine.”
 
Then, in a moment of madness or pity or affection, or all three—either way Jack wasn’t thinking—he removed his coat and draped it around Martha, who was now cold and shaking. The last thing a new doctor needed was a fever or a cold; not a great start. As he stepped back to admire the young woman wearing the large and long coat, she just looked at him, deep in thought. He wondered what she was thinking. What went through the mind of Martha Jones?
 
He stepped back again and nodded approvingly, “You’ve had you fair share of the rain and the hub isn’t far from here—I’ll rush back and change there.”
 
Martha looked at the long coat, hugging it around her; the warmth and scent of Jack was still on it despite the rain. It made her knees feel giddy and relaxed at the same time. It was a very strange sensation but a wonderful one as well. It was like being wrapped up in warm bedcovers on a cold Saturday morning.
 
“If you’re sure” she finally replied. “I’ll return it to you… clean and dry… don’t worry.”
 
Jack just smiled, “Sure… I’ll call you and you can arrange for me to pick it up…”
 
She nodded and turned to leave before she span around quickly, rushing back; “Wait! You don’t know my number!”
 
“I work with Torchwood” he replied, chuckling. “I have everyone’s phone number—I could call the new Prime Minister on his private phone if I wanted.”
 
Martha smirked and leant forward, surprising Jack with a kiss. It was nothing special: it lasted less than a second and he hardly felt it in the dripping rain, but it stopped him dead, still, and looking out at her as she rushed off, turning to give him one last smile before walking off past the corner. And Jack was left standing alone in the rain, in his own watery world that glowed with star light. Better than any planet the Doctor could take him to, or leave him on. Earth had Martha Jones on it—what more could he or the rest of the population of Earth ask for.
 
It was only after he returned from the land of his thoughts that Jack discovered two things: firstly, he was being stared at by the café owner and all inside the café. He must have looked an idiot, standing in the middle of the street staring into space. It was then that he discovered the second thing. 

He was getting wet.


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