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Who: The Doctor (10) and Martha Jones
What: Coffee Pastries and BFFs
When: Mid-December
Where: The TARDIS Control Room
Warnings: None
Status: In progress (Will be updated)

The Doctor had actually decided to sleep last night. Something he didn’t do very often. Some nights, he just cuddled up to Rose as she fell asleep, before slipping out and tinkering with some project or another. But, tonight he’d fallen asleep, the sound of the TARDIS humming around him. The woman he loved held tightly in his arms. Something he never thought would happen. He’d known he loved her for such a long time. But, couldn’t say it. Back home, it had been better that way. And then, it had been too late. Seeing her again was the best thing that had happened for ages.

Of course, being a Time Lord, he didn’t sleep for long. Just a few hours. But, all the same he just lay there for a while watching Rose sleep. But, eventually he bent his head to kiss her cheek, before silently slipping from the bed. He’d decided to make breakfast. Well, buy breakfast. He had a craving for pastries.

A short while later, he slipped back through the front door of the TARDIS. Juggling coffee and pastries for all of the current residents. It actually felt weirdly domesticated. Which confused him. he was beginning to enjoy staying in one place. The people, the social life. It had been so long since he’d had that. Since he’d even thought of wanting that. He loved travelling through time and space. Never staying for too long.

But, this life. His current life, was filled with a strange sense of contentment, although less running. And he really did enjoy the running, the adventure.

The Time Lord worked his way through the TARDIS towards the kitchen, pausing to place his treasure trove on the kitchen table. Pulling out a chair, he lounged, putting his feet up and sipping his caramel mocha. Waiting for the others to start waking up.

Mornings was not Martha’s favourite time, but needs must. And as much as she wanted to stay curled in bed with Tony, it was her morning to open up the Medical Centre, and that meant dragging herself from the comfortable warmth and making her way to the kitchen to make herself coffee.

Except, it seemed that she didn’t need to switch on the coffee maker, her first ever gift from Tony, that morning. The Doctor was already awake and with cups of caffeinated goodness on the table. “Oh, please tell me one of those is for me.” She wandered over, twisting her hair up into a spiky ponytail, and leaning over to straighten her boot, the kind of multitasking that can only actually be accomplished when trying to get ready in the morning.

“And what are you even doing with so many cups and wow, are those pastries?” She glanced over the table with a smile. “Feeling alright?” He was oddly domestic these days, something she would have sworn once would never have happened. But maybe that was the effect of Lawrence. People would find themselves in the most unexpected situations, like her being in a relationship like hers and Tony’s.

The Doctor grinned at his best friend. “Well, that depends doesn’t it?” He said, raising an eyebrow in her direction, and taking another sip of his coffee. “Is there one with your name on it?” He loved having his friends in the TARDIS with him. He’d missed Martha, Jack and Rose. Oh, he’d loved travelling with Donna, and missed her. But, that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a part of him that missed the ones that had come before. All of them. And, of course now Jack was gone as well. The one who didn’t keep to normal hours of sleep either. The one who understood what it was like to stay the same as everything else changed around him.

“I got one for everyone. Why else?” He replied, shrugging. “I was awake. Felt like pastries.” Was he feeling alright? Well, that was a loaded question. After nine centuries of wandering, nine months wasn’t quite long enough to adjust to linear time. He still hated the slow route. But, there was no one else he’d rather be doing it with. Oh, he wished there were more of them all, there with him. But, Rose and Martha were, and that made it a bit easier, at least. “Some days are harder to adjust to linear time than others.” He remarked with a half smile.

She had missed him. So much. Yes, it had been her decision to stay behind, to pick up the pieces of her family, and she still knew that had been the right choice. But that didn’t mean she didn’t miss running around time and space, with this crazy man in his converse shoes, who had made her a better doctor and a better person in so many ways. And Martha looked at the cups and saw that actually yes, one did have her name on, and she picked it up with a grin, taking a moment to inhale the intoxicating scent of morning coffee, made just the way she liked it. For all of the Doctor’s cluelessness at times, he did remember the oddest little details, like how his friends drank their coffee.

“Well, I reckon everyone will appreciate coffee and pastries.” She looked over the cups, deciding to take the ones for Tony, and possibly Becker too, to their rooms before she went to work. Or maybe she’d get Rose to take Becker’s, he was closer to the blonde. But that was for later. For now, Martha sat next to the Doctor, shoulder bumping him gently. “Taking the slow path, must be weird for you. Can’t skip to the more interesting bits.” Though ‘interesting’ could be good or utterly horrendous. “I’m glad you’re here though. I really am.”