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Ten and Martha: Winter Wights

“Right!  Here we are, then, Martha.”

The unassuming, blue-painted wooden door to the TARDIS emitted a rusty creak on its hinges as it swung open.  The Doctor poked his head out and glanced briefly left and right before a madcap grin spread across his face.  His long coat flared and swirled around his ankles as he strode from the timeship, plimsoles sinking into several centimeters of soft white powder.

“The Winter Festivities of Alltopia Deux!  Specifically, the Montainge Burrough.  The best hot chocolate in the universe, let me tell you.  Absolutely brilliant, magnifico, molto bene, like drinking pure, authentic chocolate paradise beneath piles and piles of whipped cream.  And there’s ice skating!  And sledding!”  

He pivoted in the snow as he gushed, directing his attention back to his companion.  For an instant he fell silent, and his face scrunched up briefly as he made a quick calculation.  “We’re about, ooh, about eighteen thousand light years from Earth right now.  And it’s the year 6378 by Gregorian reckoning.  And it’s the Winter Solstice.  Longest night of the year!  They’ll celebrate all the way till morning to welcome the new light and keep at bay the wights and malevolent faeries they believe roam these hillsides in the winter dark.”  

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Gun Shy | | Twelve & Martha

UNIT sometimes warranted checking up on. The Doctor knew their hearts were in the right place, generally, but it didn't stop them from being obnoxiously... human at times. Really, it was no concern of his how the pudding brains chose to run their own planet, but since he tended to be the one they called to mop up their spillage, he did feel he had something of a stake in it. That was what he told himself at least as he wandered the lower corridors of the facility. Perhaps the TARDIS was simply empty and he had simply grown weary of his own company but that was not something he was willing to admit. The Doctor rarely bothered to announce himself when he slipped into the facility from time to time. More often he would wander until someone or something caught his interest. Whether he became more involved at that point all depended. He cut a severe profile with his starched white shirt, crisp black coat, and steel grey hair. Perhaps that was the reason no one had yet challenged his authority to be here. This new face positively dripped an authority that he was only just getting used to. He hadn't had anything resembling gravitas in quite a few centuries. It was a novel experience at any rate. Rounding a corner, the Doctor noticed he had come to the medical labs and poked his head inside. There was usually something interesting happening here in his experience. If nothing else, humanity's science-y types were more enjoyable to spend an afternoon with than the assault rifle-toting boy scouts upstairs. No one was immediately in evidence though he sensed that someone was nearby. Instead he wandered over to poke at a device running through an automated chemical analysis of some kind. "What's cooking?" he asked no one in-particular.

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“Oh Martha, Martha, Martha...brave Martha Jones.” The Master chuckled low. Upon seeing her, the Time Lord had been surprised, then pleased and now eager to use this opportunity. Martha Jones, the blessed angel who walked the Earth and saved mankind from the ruthless Harold Saxon. 

The Master stepped out from the dark. “Last time I saw you, you were shaking like a leaf and holding onto your dear mother. tell me, how is she? Still scared of the dark?” He taunted. “And your father, still jumpy around loud noises? And your dear sister, oh I hope she still can’t look someone in the eye. she was so beautifully broken before you came and spoiled all my fun.”