Martha Jones (greyhoundsix) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-23 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, martha jones, peter quill (star-lord) |
Who: Martha Jones & Peter Quill
What: Briefly Catching Up
When: Backdated: Shortly after the Lich King plot
Where: A Park
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Just another day, walking a dog that didn’t belong to him but who was quickly becoming his best friend. Kraglin had taken a liking to Peter, which Peter completely understood. Peter was a damn likeable guy after all.
With his handyman business slowly picking up, Peter was finding that he actually enjoyed his downtime, even going so far as to say he appreciated it. That was why he was casually walking down a path by the local park, sipping on his black-as-sin coffee, sunglasses firmly on. To any outsider, he probably looked like your typical so-cal asshole. And they’d be right. Except he wasn’t typical. Or really from So-Cal. Alright, so he was just an asshole. That was fine too.
Occasionally, he saw people he recognized, but he didn’t bother them. After all, they probably wanted their space to themselves too, but when he saw Martha? Oh hell yeah, he had to say hi. “Martha!,” he called out, not caring that she was still a good ways away. “How’s it going! It’s Peter!”
Since the last invasion, things had been settling down at the Agency and the clinic, which gave Martha some extra time to herself, which meant she was able to get back into a routine of running every other afternoon. Before the invasion, there had been the snow in December, which had derailed her running, but that she’d expected since snow was a common occurrence in Orange County in December now.
She was running along a path in the park near her apartment when she heard someone calling her name. Stopping, she turned to see exactly who it was when she recognized Peter coming towards her, “Hey. It’s going good. And you?”
Peter jogged lightly to meet up with her, Kraglin following obediently. “Good, keeping busy. Starting my own handyman thing, so that’s been good.” He hadn’t seen Martha since the world imploded...at least, for the weekend. It was probably one of the most surreal weekends of his life, and he thought back to it often. Pleasantly, of course. Both Clara and Martha were so friendly and calm, it helped Peter reign in his usual chaotic self and focus on the tasks that were provided to him. “I never did thank you for everything you did, hey? I really had a good time ...when I probably shouldn’t have so yeah.” He shrugged. “Thanks.”
Martha knew what it was like to experience one of the OC’s event almost directly upon arriving in the county. Her first event had been the Blue Flu not long after she’d started her residency work at the hospital. That had been one of the more frustrating events she’d encountered since she hadn’t begun dreaming yet and she hadn’t had access to the Agency’s medical department like she did now.
“That’s cool. If I ever need anything fixed, I’ll give you a call.” Of course her condo had a maintenance man, but she’d rather call someone she knew, “I completely understand that. I think it’s a TARDIS thing. No matter what’s going on, being in the TARDIS makes it seem like it’s not as bad.” There had been plenty of times in the dreams where things were going wrong, but once Martha was in the TARDIS, everything felt like it was going to be alright.
TARDIS. Right, he’d forgotten that’s what it was called. “It was pretty cool,” he admitted. “Yondu -- the guy I live with -- was piiiissseeed off that I didn’t check in with him, but I just didn’t think about it. And yeah, think of me.” He grinned widely, showing off his teeth. “I’m pretty handy to have around, and you know, if you ever have any other adventures…”
It almost felt like he belonged behind the console of a ship, fighting things, evading capture…
“...wait, is that a thing? Or am I allowed to ask it? If you go out there and fight bad guys or something while kicking ass at the same time.”
Martha’s brows rose slightly at the mention of Yondu, “I met a guy named Yondu on New Year’s Eve. He met up with me and my friends.” Considering that Yondu wasn’t exactly a very common name, she had a feeling that they might talking about the same person, “Was he upset that he didn’t know if you were alive or not or that you were traveling around in a time machine?”
She ran a hand over her hair, which was currently a bit of a mess since she hadn’t straightened it before pulling it back. She was still deciding whether or not she was going to get braids again. “Is which part a thing? The crazy shit that goes on or the time machine?” She knew how crazy it all sounded, but if Peter was going to stick around, he was eventually going to become accustomed to the crazy.
Peter had wondered the same thing about Yondu. Was he mad out of concern? Or because Peter was out doing things without him? “I think he was worried about me,” Peter confessed slowly. “Or something. He’s kind of always had my back growing up” Sighing, he raked his hands through his hair. “Anyways, enough about Yondu, I was talking about the time machine bad-assery. I’ve been told by enough people that this?” He waved his hand in the air. “This happens pretty frequently.”
Martha was glad that Peter had someone who worried about him, even if the other man was a little brash. He still seemed like a good guy. In response to Peter’s question, Martha nodded, “Yeah, it’s all pretty frequent. A lot of strange things have happened around here over the last couple of years.” So many things in fact, that Martha was sure that she had forgotten some of them.
“Huh.” He didn’t quite know what else to say. Even though he’d asked, he wasn’t really prepared for her answer. “Well. I guess that’s good to know. If you ever see me around though, give me a lift?” Peter smiled.
Martha hoped that Peter would be able to handle the crazy that the OC threw at them in the future. Luckily, so far she hadn’t heard of anyone who had actually lost their mind as a result of any of the strange occurances. “Next time I’m with Clara or the Doctor, in the TARDIS, if we see you, we’ll be sure to pick you up,” Martha smiled, nodding.