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Fic: Trust Me (I'm a Lying Liar Who Lies). Chapter 2.
More, as requested. Chapter 1 here.
Summary: In which River is enigmatic, Martha is frustrated, Mickey is intrigued and the Doctor... is a Pond.
Setting: Post-S6 (spoilers for everything aired so far, including First Night/Last Night and The Christmas Special).
Characters: Martha, Mickey, River, the Doctor (11), OCs. (More characters will probably turn up later.)
Word count (this chapter): 830 approx.
Rating: PG
Chapter 2
Suddenly everything was happening much too fast. Before Martha could even begin to process what was happening, they were back outside and River was handcuffing her and Mickey to each other around a tree... Handcuffs, apparently, being something else River just happened to have stashed away in a pocket somewhere.
As River stepped back, having carefully checked that they were secure, Martha finally managed to find her voice.
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
River looked at her, perfectly pleasant, and Martha had to quell a sudden urge to yell. ‘Stop pretending to be nice!’ was on the tip of her tongue, but instead - casting a cautious look at the Silurian which was hovering in the background - Martha beckoned River closer with her head, and then whispered as quietly as she could.
"Just... This is a ruse, right, to get him on board? You didn't actually-"
River looked back at her as if Martha was a sweet, but rather naive, 4 year old.
"I would have to be pretty stupid to claim to be the most infamous murderer in the universe, if I wasn't."
Eyes narrowing, the 'niceness' vanished as if never there, as she continued:
"And trust me - I may be many things, but stupid isn't one of them.”
‘He’s really dead then’ Martha thought dully, her last shred of logical hope having been eliminated far too efficiently. The world seemed to have gone cold and grey, and she almost missed River’s next words.
“Now, I was going to ask you a favour."
Shocked out of her mounting grief, she stared at River wordlessly. The Doctor was actually dead, and this horrible woman - who had lied to them through her teeth - was the one who had killed him... And she was asking them for a favour?
"You see, I know who you are," River began, studying them carefully. "You've saved the world. You are brave and intrepid and smart. But please - just stay put. Don't try to escape, and especially don't try to call the Doctor."
Martha was utterly lost for words, but thankfully Mickey was more than capable of answering for both of them.
"Well he'd be a bit hard to get hold of since you've killed him, won't he?" he sneered.
Closing her eyes River pinched the bridge of her nose, as if fighting a headache, before looking at them in turn.
"I can't believe I have to explain this, you must know it... Time is not a strict progression of cause to effect. From a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of..." she smiled, as Martha almost stopped breathing, "...wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff. Which means that it's entirely possible for you to call him right now, and for him to come rushing in the way he always does so he can ‘save the day’. I'm asking you not to, because I am trying very hard to stop this from turning into a bloodbath. I'm sure you know him well enough to be aware that more times than not he leaves a trail of bodies in his wake..."
Another smile, but this one was pure bitterness. "What do you call it in this century? Collateral damage, that’s it. I’m doing my best to minimise the collateral damage, and I am asking you to help me. OK?”
Without waiting for an answer she turned round and walked back to the Silurian. Martha looked at Mickey, and saw that he had gone very quiet.
"Mickey - tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking!"
"Look... Whoever she is, she has a point."
Martha gritted her teeth, and tried not to think too deeply about 'Collateral damage'. River had it all back-to-front, and now she was making them argue with each other...
"I'm not saying she doesn't, but she is obviously manipulating us!"
"Of course she is, but Martha... what could the Doctor do if he came here? That Silurian thing would want revenge for what happened to the rest of them 40 years ago. You know, I think I remember reading about that - UNIT were involved and it all got really messy. Let's just see how River handles things, yeah? I'm sure-"
He was interrupted by a sudden flash, in which appeared a floppy-haired young man. His clothing, bizarrely, reminded Martha of the choir master off the telly whom her mother liked so much (...something Malone. Gareth?), all tweed and bow tie, and even his age seemed to be about the same.
The young man blinked, as if his sudden appearance was as much of a surprise to himself as to everyone else, and then after some befuddled looking around noticed River and the Silurian, and immediately made a beeline for them.
"Doctor Song! There you are. Got your message. You should have mentioned that you had a Silurian at the dig, I would have brought Doctor Malohkeh, you know how he loves to meet distant cousins! Sorry, I've not introduced myself, have I?"
Reaching out, he shook the stunned-looking Silurian's hand.
"Professor Pond, Luna University. Pleasure to meet you!"
Chapter 3
Summary: In which River is enigmatic, Martha is frustrated, Mickey is intrigued and the Doctor... is a Pond.
Setting: Post-S6 (spoilers for everything aired so far, including First Night/Last Night and The Christmas Special).
Characters: Martha, Mickey, River, the Doctor (11), OCs. (More characters will probably turn up later.)
Word count (this chapter): 830 approx.
Rating: PG
Chapter 2
Suddenly everything was happening much too fast. Before Martha could even begin to process what was happening, they were back outside and River was handcuffing her and Mickey to each other around a tree... Handcuffs, apparently, being something else River just happened to have stashed away in a pocket somewhere.
As River stepped back, having carefully checked that they were secure, Martha finally managed to find her voice.
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
River looked at her, perfectly pleasant, and Martha had to quell a sudden urge to yell. ‘Stop pretending to be nice!’ was on the tip of her tongue, but instead - casting a cautious look at the Silurian which was hovering in the background - Martha beckoned River closer with her head, and then whispered as quietly as she could.
"Just... This is a ruse, right, to get him on board? You didn't actually-"
River looked back at her as if Martha was a sweet, but rather naive, 4 year old.
"I would have to be pretty stupid to claim to be the most infamous murderer in the universe, if I wasn't."
Eyes narrowing, the 'niceness' vanished as if never there, as she continued:
"And trust me - I may be many things, but stupid isn't one of them.”
‘He’s really dead then’ Martha thought dully, her last shred of logical hope having been eliminated far too efficiently. The world seemed to have gone cold and grey, and she almost missed River’s next words.
“Now, I was going to ask you a favour."
Shocked out of her mounting grief, she stared at River wordlessly. The Doctor was actually dead, and this horrible woman - who had lied to them through her teeth - was the one who had killed him... And she was asking them for a favour?
"You see, I know who you are," River began, studying them carefully. "You've saved the world. You are brave and intrepid and smart. But please - just stay put. Don't try to escape, and especially don't try to call the Doctor."
Martha was utterly lost for words, but thankfully Mickey was more than capable of answering for both of them.
"Well he'd be a bit hard to get hold of since you've killed him, won't he?" he sneered.
Closing her eyes River pinched the bridge of her nose, as if fighting a headache, before looking at them in turn.
"I can't believe I have to explain this, you must know it... Time is not a strict progression of cause to effect. From a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of..." she smiled, as Martha almost stopped breathing, "...wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff. Which means that it's entirely possible for you to call him right now, and for him to come rushing in the way he always does so he can ‘save the day’. I'm asking you not to, because I am trying very hard to stop this from turning into a bloodbath. I'm sure you know him well enough to be aware that more times than not he leaves a trail of bodies in his wake..."
Another smile, but this one was pure bitterness. "What do you call it in this century? Collateral damage, that’s it. I’m doing my best to minimise the collateral damage, and I am asking you to help me. OK?”
Without waiting for an answer she turned round and walked back to the Silurian. Martha looked at Mickey, and saw that he had gone very quiet.
"Mickey - tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking!"
"Look... Whoever she is, she has a point."
Martha gritted her teeth, and tried not to think too deeply about 'Collateral damage'. River had it all back-to-front, and now she was making them argue with each other...
"I'm not saying she doesn't, but she is obviously manipulating us!"
"Of course she is, but Martha... what could the Doctor do if he came here? That Silurian thing would want revenge for what happened to the rest of them 40 years ago. You know, I think I remember reading about that - UNIT were involved and it all got really messy. Let's just see how River handles things, yeah? I'm sure-"
He was interrupted by a sudden flash, in which appeared a floppy-haired young man. His clothing, bizarrely, reminded Martha of the choir master off the telly whom her mother liked so much (...something Malone. Gareth?), all tweed and bow tie, and even his age seemed to be about the same.
The young man blinked, as if his sudden appearance was as much of a surprise to himself as to everyone else, and then after some befuddled looking around noticed River and the Silurian, and immediately made a beeline for them.
"Doctor Song! There you are. Got your message. You should have mentioned that you had a Silurian at the dig, I would have brought Doctor Malohkeh, you know how he loves to meet distant cousins! Sorry, I've not introduced myself, have I?"
Reaching out, he shook the stunned-looking Silurian's hand.
"Professor Pond, Luna University. Pleasure to meet you!"
Chapter 3
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Poor Martha and Mickey...
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!!!!Professor Pond :D
And poor handcuffed Martha.
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Well, how could I resist?
And poor handcuffed Martha.
Martha deserves ALL THE GOOD THINGS once this is over.
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I wonder how long it takes for Martha and Mickey to twig with whom they're dealing with xD I mean, it can't be THAT hard. The Doctor might change faces and personalities, but no one can mimic his insanity xD
(Lovely chapter xD Poor, poor Martha...)
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It's rather fetching, isn't it? :)
I wonder how long it takes for Martha and Mickey to twig with whom they're dealing with xD I mean, it can't be THAT hard. The Doctor might change faces and personalities, but no one can mimic his insanity xD
*whistles innocently*
(Lovely chapter xD Poor, poor Martha...)
Poor Martha indeed. And thanks for the kind words. :)
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And I love Martha's reaction to his new look. Can't wait to hear what Mickey has to say about it.
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I will never be able to call him anything else now...
And I love Martha's reaction to his new look.
It's... a very different style. Heh.
Can't wait to hear what Mickey has to say about it.
Sh. Spoilers. ;)
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(Also the Gareth thing is so true.)
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*grins* Thank you. I'm hoping to have another chapter up today... *crosses fingers*
(Also the Gareth thing is so true.)
Long lost brothers? ;)