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Warning: super brief descriptions of nudity/making out. No actual sex.

Chapter 3

The Doctor was underneath the TARDIS console…not tinkering with anything, just lying there. He had showered and changed from his brown suit into a blue one. Blue pinstripes with a brown button down and a blue/brown tie combo. He closed his eyes and just listened to the calming humming of his ship. The Doctor knew what he was planning to do. While he wasn't exactly thrilled to be stuck on Earth, he could make the best of it. After all he had survived 1963 with just Susan and the TARDIS for company.

Family.

He had the potential to have a family again and he could so easily run. The Doctor knew he could take off in his ship and Martha would raise that child on her own. A child that she would've known nothing about until a few days ago (or a few years depending on your perspective) nor would she had known how to care for Nathan properly. Hell, Martha had offered to do just that, yet he knew it wasn't fair to her. He could tell the old girl was listening, sometimes he wished his TARDIS could talk. She would probably have advice for him.

And if he thought about it, he supposed she would want the Time Tot around.

The thing was, he had told Rose explicitly that he didn't do domestic, 'outside proportioned to inside' situations. With Martha Jones, that was a situation he ended up in twice, once as a human and the other as a big bad Time Lord. Okay, not so much "big bad" but definitely Time Lord. If the second time had taught him anything, it was that Martha Jones was perfect for that kind of situation. That was the distinction between Rose and Martha. Rose would, did, have large expectations when it came to settling down. Martha didn't care for settling down and, he supposed it was her grounded manner, she didn't mind if he took off only to return days later. Well, she did mind as she didn't want him to get hurt, but she wouldn't try to stop him unless it was explicitly terrible. She trusted him to make the right decisions in the end.

To come back to her/for her.

And he supposed Martha's trust wasn't misplaced. He would comeback for his companion always.

Which bought him back to Nathan and Martha.

Martha's family would want the truth. They knew he could travel through time…so did he lie to them about where Nathan came from? Did he tell the honest truth?

In his experience, while the truth seemed like a great idea it could have disastrous results. Besides, the fewer people that knew where Nathan came from the easier it would be to conceal his presence. Martha was a good actor and if he spun the story properly, her friends and family wouldn't be any wiser. Jack was a different story altogether. He would be able to see through any lie he could come up with. The former Time Agent wouldn't rat him out right away. Jack would rather be in the know and helping however he could.

Soft footsteps interrupted his thinking.

Martha stood there dressed in jeans and a tank top, her hair hung loose and her feet were adorably bare. She kneeled next to him, "Everything alright?"

"Fine, everything is fine." He replied as he slid from under the TARDIS console. Martha placed a hand on his chest to keep him from standing. The Doctor met Martha's eyes. He reached out and pulled her to him. She didn't resist when he pulled her onto his lap.

She didn't resist when he threaded his fingers into her hair and gripped tightly as he kissed those full lips of hers.

And she moaned when his free hand slid up her shirt and squeezed her breast. He took his time biting her lips and dragging more approving moans from her. "Doctor…" Martha gripped his shirt. Straddling him, Martha grind her hips against his. A pale hand slid down the back of her jeans. The Doctor released her hair and undid the buttons on her jeans, before sliding both hands underneath her shirt. He slid the shirt up and Martha helped him remove it.

"No bra?" He asked before biting her brown nipple. His pink tongue dragged across her brown flesh. Martha's brown eyes watched him with a glazed look. She dragged her hands through his hair. His brown eyes saw the way she bit her lip to muffle her moans.

Martha lifted her hips and he slid her jeans down. "Should we…" She moaned as he bit her nipples and squeezed her hips. "Nathan…" The child's name barely escaped her lips in an audible whisper. The alien pulled away from her chest. Martha buried her head into his shoulder when he pulled her into an embrace. His arms held the petite woman closer to him as he sat with her on the TARDIS floor. As much as he wanted to make love to this human woman, to feel her body writhing in pleasure underneath him, now wasn't the time.

She knew it as well.

She wouldn't have denied him. Not in this instance.

If they had continued, he wasn't sure that it wouldn't have damaged their relationship. They could have built a dependence on physical intimacy, an unhealthy dependence on each other.

"He's still sleeping." The Doctor informed her quietly. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and stared at the grating. What both of them needed was the quiet intimacy they had going. After a year of torture, two different types of hellish experiences, they were grounding themselves again.

Martha felt his hands slide up her bare back and rub soothing circles into her flesh. He briefly brushed his lips at her temple. "I'm sorry." He whispered. She tilted her head up and studied the handsome face of the Time Lord.

She knew what he was apologizing for.

She just couldn't bring herself to speak.

The hellish year, her family being devastated, Nathan…the fact he couldn't just leave her to get her life in order by herself.

That she couldn't just get over him.

"I should fix my clothing." Martha whispered as she swung one of her legs over so she sat on his lap. She let her hands move to her jeans and pulled them up her thighs until she reached mid-thigh. A cool, pale hand had slid from her back to her upper thigh. Her brown eyes met his, "Doctor?"

The Doctor let his eyes wonder over the half-dressed state of his companion. He touched her soft flesh remembering the ways he could make her cry his chosen name out. The filthy things that could come from those pretty lips of hers. Not that he was any better when he had her. Rassilon, 1969 had been pleasant. "Don't mind this old man Miss Jones." A small smile crossed her lips as she stood and pulled her jeans on properly. She grabbed her blue shirt from its hanging position on the TARDIS' handbrake and slid it on.

Martha sat beside him on the floor. He pulled her onto his lap. "My family is going to want to know more about Nathan." She started softly. She knew it had crossed the Doctor's mind. She had wanted to know if telling her family the truth was an option.

"I know." His voice sounded tired and so old. Martha looked at the Time Lord with a soft encouraging smile. He looked at her and returned her soft smile with a larger one. "…he's my son…from a previous relationship. He's taken an extreme liking to you and calls you 'mum.' We eloped hours after that Lazarus business and…now you're staying with me?"

One of Martha's eyebrows rose in silent questioning of 'are you insane?' "My mother is going to slap you senseless."

"Just your mum I have to worry about?" He asked teasingly. He knew Martha's father and younger brother. Typically when it came to human relationships they were the ones to worry about. Martha poked him in the chest.

"Yep, Leo likes you already and dad…he's…" Martha paused in reassuring him. Her father was a hands-off parent, which is why her mother was more protective of her children. In the past, her father had made sure his presence was known to her boyfriends but he hadn't actually threatened them. Even then Martha hadn't really bought her boyfriends to her family's attention unless she thought it was serious. And what the Doctor was proposing…what he wanted her to tell her family! It wasn't even the Nathan part that worried her, it was the eloping part. She gently touched her bare neck. In her mind, she could feel the weight of that tiny chain that held her TARDIS key and 1969 wedding ring, a bio-damper that the Doctor had had on his person. "I'm not sure how he'll react."

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"Muuuuuuuuuuuum!" Nathan cried out pulling Martha from the nap she had been taking. The petite woman's head was resting on the Doctor's lap while the rest of her was curled up underneath his brown coat. The Time Lord in question had her mobile in hand and flipped it closed glancing over towards the entrance to the console room. He stroked her hair as she squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again, more alert. "Mum! Dad!"

Martha covered her head with her makeshift blanket, "All yours, dear." The alien chuckled at the muffled statement.

"If I move your head won't have a pillow anymore." He couldn't see her roll her eyes as she rolled over on the console room floor.

Martha poked the closest leg. "Considering it's mostly bone, I'll be fine."

"Oi!" The Doctor protested with a pout, "For that Miss Jones, you can go find a bed."

Martha plucked the Time Lord's leg before sitting up. She stretched tiredly, before find herself holding a child. Brown eyes stared up at her. Nathan had sat himself on her lap, still wearing his pajamas. "Good morning Nathan." The boy smiled at her. "How about we get ready for the day?"

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There was a loud knocking on the TARDIS door. The Doctor hit his head on the pipes startled. Sliding from underneath the console he rubbed his forehead, muttering in Gallifreyan. If he was lucky it wouldn't bruise. The tall alien eyed the door with something similar to annoyance. Who in their right mind would bang on the doors of his ship like they were crazy? Swing the shaking door open, he made sure to run a hand over the wooden door to sooth his ship.

"YOU!"

The Doctor blinked innocently as he stared at Francine Jones. She looked livid and he wondered whether Martha would be meeting his next incarnation very soon. "Mrs. Jones…is something wrong?"

The human woman pushed her way passed him, "Where's my daughter?" The apparently largeness of the ship hadn't disturbed the woman from her mission. "You couldn't leave her to sleep in the same home as her family, could you?" Francine glared at him. "Haven't you done enough damage to my family?"

"Mrs. Jones, I-"

"Don't you dare apologize!" Francine growled out. "Where is my daughter? Unless whatever you're about to say is her location shut up."

The Doctor frowned at the woman, "Martha's with Nathan. She was giving him a bath last I checked." A part of him was ticked that this human woman had come on to his ship.

"T-that child isn't hers! What are you going to do? Pawn that madman's son on my daughter?"

The Time Lord bit his tongue. Jackie used to get worked up, but honestly- to this degree- he had never seen. He supposed given the situation…

"Mum!" His companion's voice called out. "I can hear you from the middle of ship." Martha rounded the corner of the corridor. Nathan walked behind her, clutching her leg the moment she stopped moving. The petite woman absentmindedly rubbed his shoulder in reassurance while looking at her mother.

She loved her mother to pieces, but for the life of her she didn't know why her protectiveness went up six levels when the Doctor was involved. "Mum, is something wrong?"

Francine placed a hand on her hip, "What do you think Martha?"

The petite woman thought a lot of things, none appropriate to say to her own mother. "The TARDIS hadn't moved at all last night, besides the Doctor and I needed to talk."

"A talk, that couldn't happen in the gardens? You had to step foot into this machine again?! And that child, Martha where are his parents?" Nathan's grip tightened on Martha's leg as if he expected the older Jones woman to tear him away from his mother.

Suddenly the Doctor's insane idea had merit. Her mother wouldn't talk to her for a while, but she would live. Besides, her mother wouldn't be able to pretend she was dead to her, not with graduation so close. Glancing at the Doctor, Martha knew she wasn't that desperate. Even if it kept her mother from talking to her, it wouldn't be the best solution long term. "We didn't want to be overheard. And we talked about Nathan as well." Reaching down, Martha gently pulled the tiny hands off her leg, "Doctor?"

The Time Lord nodded his head and moved to pick up Nathan. "Why don't we go make some sundaes? Or maybe a banana split! Never too early for ice cream…"

"Doctor," Martha rolled her eyes, "Why don't you two check on Jack? And I'll make breakfast as soon as I'm done talking with mum."

"Breakfast is already done in the house." Francine pointed out. There was a frown on her face aimed at her daughter.

The Doctor glanced between the two Jones women before turning to Nathan. The child stared back at him innocently. "Let's see if we can take Jack's vortex manipulator!" Nathan laughed at the Doctor's energy.

"Bad!" Nathan stated with a clap.

"Yep, he shouldn't be able to hop at all."

Shifting Nathan in his arms, the Doctor sent Martha a look before moving around Francine. With the door to the ship closed, the two women stared each other down.

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Hoshi: Got some more coming. Sorry, it's taking me a while to update. (more like taking me forever to update.)