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08 July 2007 @ 08:55 pm
Martha Jones and Torchwood Three  
Title: Martha Jones and Torchwood Three
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13 (it does after all involve Torchwood made in Jack’s own “image”)
Word Count: 1,402
Pairing: Implied Martha/Jack, Jack/Ianto (slight), Ianto/Martha (slight), Martha/Tosh, implied one-sided Gwen/Jack, oh and a surprise guest character
Summary: Torchwood Three’s impression of Martha Jones, and her relationship with Jack.
Author's Notes: My personal biases are in here, I’m just warning you, I love Martha Jones, and think that she is amazing. I also think that she and Jack might be suffering a bit PTSD after the year-that-didn’t-happen so this deals with my views on that a bit too. Un-beta’d



I. Jealousy
Gwen used to feel inexplicably close to Jack, as if she was just as special as he was. Now though, now she doesn't know. Now there is Martha. She used to be the new girl, she used to be special it seemed, but now there was Martha, Dr. Martha Jones. She doesn't feel jealous (she swears). Sometimes though she will walk in on them, and sometimes they are laughing at some shared joke, and when she asks what it is, they wave it off saying it is a long story or some such thing. Then there are the other times, the times when she walks in and they are holding each other. She remembers the first time clearly.

They had just gotten a good lead, and Gwen was looking for Jack, he wasn't in his glass office, but instead the two of them were in the gun range. They weren't shooting though, the two of them were huddled in a corner Martha between Jack's legs, curled sideways into his torso, his head laid on her arched back, her head resting on his knee, her hands gripped his thigh tightly as one of his stroked her back and the other grasped her tightly around the waist. She was shaking slightly, and talking in hushed tones. Then suddenly she stopped moving at all, she was silent. Martha looked at Jack then, twisted her head around and his eyes met her, and Gwen could hear it across the empty room. "I still smell it, their flesh, burning, every night I smell it." Then there was an audible gasp of pain from Martha as she began sobbing and then Jack held her tightly, crushing her frame against his and apologising again and again, as she once again began shaking and grasping on to him. Gwen left then, knowing whatever the case they were on was, neither would find it important right now.

They always seemed to be so wrapped up in each other, and sometimes they started speaking another language. With words like "TARDIS," "Toclafen," and then normal words but oddly said, "The Master," "The Doctor," and other times it was English plain and simple, no other alien words mixed in, and they were just two old friends relating, or remembering a story to one another, even then though it seemed alien. It was as if these stories were their safety blankets. They never shared them. They just wrapped the stories, the memories up around themselves and each other, and snuggled deep into them. Jack had always done that, just not verbally, now though he did it with someone else, and Gwen kept telling herself she wasn't jealous.


II. Love
Ianto is so happy when Jack returns.

Jack is different though. Jack, despite his man-that-can't-die status, he can still have two broken ribs, be malnourished, and bruises which are too many to count. Jack does not talk about it, he smiles, he laughs it off, but he does not talk about, not even with Ianto. He thought they were closer than that.

Then she comes.

Ianto does feel jealous. Ianto feels extremely jealous. It is rare that Jack asks him to "stay late" anymore. Ianto knows Jack isn't sleeping with Martha (not yet anyway), but there is something about their closeness which is infinitely more infuriating. They don't necessarily move in tandem like two lovers, they think in tandem though. They can have an argument, or a conversation, and they only need a phrase that makes no sense for the other to understand, interrupt, or continue, and sometimes they don't even do that, they just share looks.

Dr. Martha Jones is a thorn in his side, and he wants her to go away. She is nice to him, amicable in every way except that she seems to know so much about Jack, more than anyone else on the team does. He wonders constantly what it is that makes them so close.

One day, Dr. Martha Jones comes to him, in his enclave of the kitchen. She knocks on the door a small smile on her lips. "Can I come in?"

"It is a public space." He replies. His voice is even (as usual), his manner curt but seemingly polite (as usual).

"Ianto, I think we need to talk."

Ianto stills his previous actions of making coffee and then (finally) looks at Dr. Martha Jones. "About what?"

Martha looks as if she is about to retort testily, but reigns herself in. "Jack."

"I don't-"

"Ianto, I never came with the intention of hurting you, I didn't even come here for Jack, he was a nice cushion to have, but there is no need to be mad at me, though I do understand."

Ianto is silent for a few moments and a lesser woman might have already left, but it would be hard to find a woman better than Dr. Martha Jones. "I know you two don't mean to do it but, but it's like you know something that the rest of us don't."

Martha smiles then, and walks towards him. She cups his face in her hand, and suddenly looks so sad. "Be thankful for that." It is all she says. She kisses him on the lips, brief, fleeting, chaste, almost a blessing.

Ianto is doomed he finally decides weeks later, his eyes open in the middle of the night, in the middle of his empty bed. He is doomed, he thinks, to be at the beck and call of people who exist on another plane. He goes to sleep then, dreaming of Dr. Martha Jones and Captain Jack Harkness, he has dreams of them, and nightmares of their unspoken knowledge.

Ianto loves Martha, almost as much as he loves Jack.


III. Pity
Toshiko likes Martha instantly. The woman is nice, nicer than most are to her (and she crushes the memories of the pendant, and it's getting easier, but it is still there, she thinks Martha's open smile and haunted eyes are making it better). Toshiko is not jealous of her relationship with Jack. She saw part of Jack, and was scared shitless, she still loves the man (not man, dead man, un-dead man, never dying man), but she is still scared of him and so she does not begrudge Martha Jones Jack.

Tosh realises perhaps what some others can't, these two will not be wedged apart. No matter how many evil looks, no matter how many "accidentally" spilt coffees, they will not give each other up. One may leave one day, but they are connected. When Martha is dead, she knows Jack will grieve, more than he did for Suzie, more than he will for any of them. Not because she in herself is special (though she is rather amazing), but because they know something, they share something that runs deep inside them. (Tosh knows it really does run inside them, because they woman who isn't a woman who is kept in the deepest cell looks at Martha with the same critical eye she looks at Jack and says, "You too? Particles from the Vortex all through out." Before tugging on her long hair and returning to her silent meditative state).

Sometimes when it gets lonely, Tosh thinks of Martha, in her bed, she thinks of what her skin would feel like, and how she would come, she thinks she might be a little bit in love. Nothing deep, nothing heartbreaking or epic, but just a little flicker in her heart saved for this woman who grins with ease despite the darkness lurking behind her eyes, despite the times she has returned from a meeting with Jack red eyed and exhausted.

Tosh, mostly though, admires Martha. Tosh admires her relationship with Jack, her fearlessness for having such proximity to him. Tosh admires the way her leather jacket hugs her numerous curves. Tosh admires her ability to laugh while she runs for her life.

It is only after Tosh sees Martha shoot a man dead without a moment's hesitation or any of the grief, which had haunted Gwen for days after her accidental stabbing, that she begins to feel just a little bit sorry for Martha Jones.


IV. Ignorance
Owen thinks Martha Jones is hot at first. When she turns him down point-blank and tells him to stuff it where the sun don't shine, his admiration sinks a little. When Martha turns out to be more competent at his job, he decides that denial of her existence is the best path.



Please, please, comment. This is my first time writing not-Jack Torchwood characters, and I have never even thought about writing Ianto before and his piece ended up being the longest so comments on that would be especially loved. *bats eyes*
 
 
 
pike2pike2 on July 18th, 2007 09:16 am (UTC)
Loved it. It was really well done.