{"id":2608,"date":"2016-01-27T04:39:00","date_gmt":"2016-01-27T04:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=2608"},"modified":"2016-01-27T04:39:00","modified_gmt":"2016-01-27T04:39:00","slug":"fic-who-you-gonna-call-dw-marthamickey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=2608","title":{"rendered":"Fic: Who You Gonna Call? (DW, Martha\/Mickey)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written for:<\/strong> NancyBrown for Trick or Treat Exchange.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u201cThis is all your fault, you know,\u201d Mickey declared as he flounced (there really was no other word for it) into one of the chairs ringing the console.<\/p>\n

The Doctor looked up, sputtering. \u201cHow exactly is this my fault?\u201d Brown hair flopped into his eyes and the hum of the sonic in his hands died down to an embarrassed whinge, then to nothing.<\/p>\n

Amy, on the other side of the console, was watching the whole scene with far more amusement than was strictly warranted. \u201cOh, I don\u2019t know. Perhaps because if you hadn\u2019t distracted her, she might not have tripped over this…whatever it is you\u2019re working on to begin with?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, exactly,\u201d Mickey agreed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, lay off, the both of you.\u201d Martha scolded. She tried to smack her husband in the arm, but her insubstantial hand passed right through him. \u201cYou think I care half so much about how this happened as fixing it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Doctor shot her a grateful look and straightened his bow tie indignantly. \u201cThank you. Now, if you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019m going to go back to fixing it.\u201d True to his word, the Doctor promptly went back to fiddling with the device that had caused the trouble in the first place.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I\u2019ve got every right to be angry with the bloke that got my wife killed,\u201d Mickey protested.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot when said wife is standing right beside you, you big lug,\u201d Martha retorted. She folded her arms and glared at him, more in exasperation than actual anger. \u201cAlthough, if you keep insisting otherwise, I suppose that lets me off the hook then, doesn\u2019t it? With the whole \u2018til death do us part\u2019 bit, yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

The implied threat worked. Mickey lapsed into a sullen silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, he\u2019s just worried.\u201d Martha smiled ruefully at the Doctor and Amy. \u201cAnd as far as that goes, he\u2019s not the only one.\u201d She looked down again at her transparent form. \u201cThis is more than a bit disconcerting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerfectly understandable,\u201d the Doctor tossed over his shoulder. \u201cBut as it happens, you\u2019re very much not dead. Just a bit out of phase at the moment. I\u2019ve just got to find the appropriate control circuit and reverse the polarity and\u2014aha!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that a good \u2018aha\u2019 or a bad \u2018aha\u2019?\u201d Amy asked.<\/p>\n

The Doctor popped up again, this time grinning, which was hopefully a good sign. \u201cWe\u2019ll know soon enough! Martha, if you wouldn\u2019t mind standing just there…\u201d He indicated a spot directly in front of the device.<\/p>\n

Martha did as directed. \u201cYou\u2019re sure this\u2019ll work?\u201d she asked him dubiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave I ever let you down?\u201d the Doctor quipped, then immediately grimaced as if in pain. \u201cNo, don\u2019t answer that. The real question is…\u201d he stood and looked Martha straight in her translucent-at-the-moment eyes. \u201cDo you trust me, Martha Jones?\u201d His voice was probably as serious as Amy\u2019d ever heard it.<\/p>\n

Martha\u2019s mouth twisted into something resembling but not quite a smile. \u201cAlways,\u201d she answered softly.<\/p>\n

That little boy grin spread over the Doctor\u2019s face again, making him look for a moment like a truly young man, not an old man trapped in a young man\u2019s body. \u201cIn that case\u2026\u201d He bounced back to the device and hit a button.<\/p>\n

A bright beam of light shot out from the device, nearly identical to the one that had rendered Martha insubstantial to begin with. For a moment, all of the people in the control room had to shield their eyes from the brightness. When they could see, Martha was still standing there, but she looked solid again.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, thank God,\u201d Mickey exclaimed, leaping up from his seat and throwing his arms around her. Martha hugged him back just as tightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere, you see? I told you she wasn\u2019t dead,\u201d the Doctor announced triumphantly. His expression gave away his own relief, though.<\/p>\n

Martha pulled away from Mickey and turned to hug the Doctor in turn. \u201cThank you,\u201d she murmured into his neck.<\/p>\n

The Doctor turned a nice bright shade of red. \u201cYes, well…all things considered, it was rather the least I could do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill that device work to restore all the other \u2018ghosts\u2019 we saw in the house?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt should do,\u201d he agreed. \u201cI\u2019ve deadlocked the switch so it can\u2019t be set back the other way accidentally.\u201d Going to the contraption, the Doctor picked it up and handed it to her carefully. His eyes picked up a bit of their usual twinkle. \u201cDo be a bit more careful in the future, though? If you decide to do any more ghost hunting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Martha rolled her eyes at him. \u201cOnly if you promise to be more careful in the future too\u2014and the past.\u201d She glanced over at Amy. \u201cLook after him, yeah? Don\u2019t let him get into more trouble than he can safely get out of.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways do,\u201d Amy promised with an answering grin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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