Martha Jones (greyhoundsix) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-06-30 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ianto jones, martha jones |
Who: Martha Jones and Ianto Jones
What: Meeting for the first time
When: Backdated: Mid May. Afternoon
Where: A Park
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Ianto felt calm as he walked through the park, Dali trotting beside him happily. He had seen people on the network talking about dreams and now it seemed he was part of that crowd now. The only thing was with what he had dreamed, he wasn’t sure that he wanted it. They left him shooting up in bed drenched in a cold sweat, heart hammering in chest in fear. Whatever they were, he didn’t think he wanted them anymore if they continued to be like that.
It had been a nice enough day, a little cooler than it had been the past few days. Having nothing to do for the day he decided a day at the park would be a good way to relax. Dali, a mutt of a dog he had found abandoned as a puppy not long after moving to the states seemed to agree wholeheartedly. He was practically prancing along the walkway, making sure that his master stopped so he could sniff and inspect every single thing that stood still long enough. Moving to sit on a park bench, the man adjusted the leash, giving the dog a little more distance to explore as he took a minute to rest and just enjoy the breezy afternoon.
With the day off, Martha had decided that the best thing to do was to enjoy it. She spent too many of her days off catching up on sleep after long shifts at the hospital and today she’d decided on a change of scenery from her bed or living room and wanted more fresh air than simply opening windows could get her. So she’d decided to go for a walk in the park not too far from her condo.
As she walked, in the warm, sunshine, she recalled the phone call she’d had with her mother the night before where she’d told her how it still wasn’t as consistently warm in Boston as it should be for this time of year and it made Martha smirk when she thought about how it was in the sixties over there right now and raining and here, in Orange County, it was beautiful. She was still thinking about the weather differences when she spotted someone extremely familiar. Someone she’d dreamt about a few times. Someone she’d spoken to briefly a few weeks earlier.
Ianto Jones. The urge to call out to him was strong, but she resisted, not wanting to come off as crazy.
Ianto honestly wouldn't have even noticed the woman if it hadn't been for his dog. One minute he was finally starting to feel a little more relaxed and the next the leash was jerked out of his hands. With a surprised cry the man jumped up and started chasing the rascal who got it in his mind that he was now playing a game with his master.
It took a moment or two before he was able to catch Dali, but not before the mutt had run up to the woman who was just trying to enjoy a walk. He had been prancing around the stranger just begging for attention when the man caught up.
"I swear to god dog you are way more trouble than you're worth," he growled out, though his voice held no real malice as he snatched up the leash. Addressing the stranger he gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I hope he didn't scare you."
When the dog ran towards Martha, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was somehow fate or something that they would wind up meeting. “Oh, no it’s totally fine.” She said, crouching down to hold out her hand for the dog to sniff, “He seems completely harmless.” As she spoke, her accent that she’d acquired from the dreams slipped out. It had been happening much more often these days, which was confusing for some of the people she worked with at the hospital who knew her before she’d started dreaming. It especially confused her family when she talked to them. All except her sister who was convinced that she was simply putting it on.
Dali, taking the stranger holding out her hand as a sign of him getting affection, immediately pushed his head into the touch. Ianto just smiled and shook his head. “He’s really just a big baby. He couldn’t hurt a fly” He reassured her. Upon hearing her accent his head tilted curiously. “Have you been living here long?” he asked, deciding to make simple conversation. It couldn’t hurt after all.
It was obvious that the question was in reference to her accent and she paused for a moment as she pet the dog, “Um, yeah. Well, I’ve been in California for over a year. I grew up in Boston. Born in Maine.” She had a feeling that was going to confuse Ianto, but it wasn’t like she could just tell him that her accent was a result of dreams. As if he’d believe that. She wouldn’t if she was him anyway. “I’m Martha Jones.”
Well that was not what he had been expecting for an answer. And honestly he wasn't even sure how to respond to it. Instead of mentioning it, Ianto simply nodded and gave a slight smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ianto Jones." He replied. "This must be very different from Boston, yeah?"
Martha nodded, “Yeah, it has been an adjustment, but I’ve enjoyed it,” Smiling, she extended a hand towards Ianto, “Martha Jones.” The fact that they shared a last name, but weren’t related even in the dreams had amused Martha from the moment she’d first dreamt about him. “I think we may have talked once or twice, briefly, on Valarnet.” Now that she wasn’t so surprised to see him, she recalled him commenting on her post about National Nurse’s Day.
Ianto gave an amused smile at their shared last name as he took her hand, shaking it politely. It took a moment but he nodded in realization. “Oh yes, you’re a doctor right?” He said, wanting to make sure he was thinking of the right person. It was always embarrassing when the person who you thought you were talking to was actually someone else entirely. “How did the nurses like your gift?”
Martha nodded, “That’s me, Dr. Martha Jones.” She still couldn’t quite believe that Ianto was here and hated the fact that she had to watch what she said around him, because she didn’t want to scare him off or look crazy, “They really appreciated it. There were so many pastries around that week though that I think most of them are tired of it now.”
"Nonsense. It's physically impossible to be tired of pastries." He joked lightly. Talking with the woman about something normal actually helped relax him after the insanity that was his dreams. "If you're not busy right now, would you care to join Dali and I on the rest of our walk? We would both love the company."
Martha laughed and nodded, “I have to agree with you. I personally, couldn’t get tired of pastries.” When Ianto asked her if she wanted to walk with them, Martha had to control her excitement at the thought of hanging out with someone she’d dreamt of before and had gotten along with well was exciting to her, “I’d love to, Ianto. I mean, Mr. Jones.”
"Please, just Ianto" he responded with a smile as they started to walk along the path. Dali trotted along beside the two of them, happy to be moving once again. "So Martha, what kinds of things do you like to do when you're not saving lives in a hospital?" He asked curiously.
“Catch up with friends and go for drinks,” Martha said as she began walking alongside Ianto, glancing from him to the dog who was leading them, “Nothing too exciting really. And what do you do when you’re not running into random women in the park?”
“Is it sad to say that this is probably the most exciting part of my week?” The man answered with a laugh. Ianto was finding himself more and more of a homebody as time went on. He really needed to change that. “If I’m not working at the store I’m usually at home watching a movie or reading. I think I’m turning into a hermit now that I think about it.”
"I was like that for awhile at first, but I'm sure that in no time you'll make some friends and barely be home after that except to sleep," Martha smiled, hoping that she would be one of those friends that Ianto made. "And I'll tell you this, the OC is rarely boring."