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The Indomitable Miss Jones
07 December 2020 @ 05:28 pm
Love notes, death threats and cease and desist orders.
The Indomitable Miss Jones
06 December 2020 @ 01:55 pm
What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our characters stand with each other. It's a small island, and it's likely that a lot of our pups have interacted, maybe in little ways."

Let's talk.
The Indomitable Miss Jones
23 October 2008 @ 09:52 pm
When one factored out the completely dysfunctional situation with the Master, Martha had never lived with a man she was seeing until she'd moved in with Lee. That made it a strange situation to begin with, and her natural restlessness only exacerbated it. That she wanted to be there wasn't in question, but instinct told her that being so stationary was unnatural. It was something she wrestled with, and it often pulled her out of bed at night to go sit out on the front steps or even just walk around the hut. The Master had never tried to correct these behaviors in her, and if anything had sought to maintain them, so Martha felt very much like she was at the beginning of a long battle to be something close to normal again.

Lee slept longer and more soundly than she did. It wasn't difficult to do. Martha remained fascinated by the very existence of him, by the fact that she shared a home and a bed with him, that it wasn't unusual to find her propped up on one arm, watching him get the rest she seemed incapable of. It had to be somewhere close to 2 AM, and she was doing it again, keeping time with the rise and fall of his chest, counting his downturned eyelashes.

Oh, she definitely had it bad. No doubt about that.
The Indomitable Miss Jones
09 September 2008 @ 08:17 pm
At her core, Martha Jones was a very sensible sort of girl. It was for this reason that logic invariably won out when she found herself in emotionally-trying situations, and why, despite her stalking away from the Doctor, Sam and Lee in a huff, she was on her way back to the hut she shared with the Master to inform him that they couldn't continue as they had been. She'd often had these thoughts, ideas of asserting her better sense and walking away, but when actually facing him found herself uncertain of her convictions. Today, though, with criticisms still sharp in her mind, she was determined to stand her ground and not forget precisely whom he was.

It was almost ironic, then, when Martha found herself pressed to the thin wall of their hut, the Master's hands clamped around her throat, boots sliding against the slatted wood floor as she struggled to push him off of her. Try as she might to pry the fingers from her neck, they seemed to only press tighter, his face contorted in manic glee as she gasped.

As it turned out, he wasn't too pleased by the suggestion that she leave him.
The Indomitable Miss Jones
15 August 2008 @ 05:17 pm
Lee was used to waking up early. Ever since starting the ITF, his body had trained itself to be up around dawn again, almost as early as back on Galactica and Pegasus, when 0500 briefings were normal. So when he found himself stirring early, it was nothing unusual. He sat up and stretched, blinking a few times to focus his vision.

And then immediately wished he hadn't.

This definitely wasn't his hut. He didn't recognize a godsdammed thing in it, and he definitely didn't remember going anywhere in the middle of the night.

Idly, when Lee had first woken up, his first thought was that the body sleeping next to him was Dee's, but after a few moments of being awake, he remembered that she'd moved out weeks ago, and the person next to him wasn't even female.

He was.

"...what the frak?" He said, and was immediately shocked by his own voice. "Sam?"
The Indomitable Miss Jones
14 July 2008 @ 11:05 pm
It had been two years since Martha Jones had anyplace outside of the TARDIS that she even remotely considered home. A year she'd gone unable to settle, and another after trying to remember how. Now, as she sat on the front steps of the new hut she was sharing with the man she should have considered her greatest enemy, she couldn't help but wonder what had brought her to this. Her life so backwards, herself a walking, unrepentant contradiction.

Was she there because it was so easy, or there because it was so difficult?

Outside of the Council paper-pushers, no one knew that she was there, with him. How long, she wondered, could she go on avoiding the Doctor, avoiding Sam? Lee would apparently do the avoiding for her, so at least that was one less person to worry about, but there was a pervasive feeling of anticipation and dread that Martha was unable to shake.

What would she say to them in explanation? What could she? Taking that step and moving into the hut was a decision she wasn't even certain of herself. Her justifications were flimsy and garbled, and she knew it.

Why was she even there at all?
The Indomitable Miss Jones
16 June 2008 @ 10:57 pm
Prior to the island, Martha had never had much of a problem with drinking. With her erratic schedule since entering university, she hadn't been inclined to drink much more than a pint at a time, and being drunk had never held much appeal for her once she was out of her teens. Quite a lot had changed about her life since then, however, and it seemed that anytime she was afforded the opportunity to drink these days, overindulging was natural. Had this been anyone else, they likely wouldn't have considered it much of a problem given how seldom she had access to alcohol, but Martha didn't particularly trust herself to not do something foolish, especially after New Year's Eve. The things she'd said to Lee the other day, however subtle, only reinforced that idea. She felt guilty, and more than a little embarrassed. None of it had been all that awful, but she couldn't shake the thought that it was horribly disrespectful of her, and a direct contradiction of what she'd previously promised him.

So it was that she found herself skulking about the Compound, hoping he'd happen by. There was absolutely no way she would go by his hut, not knowing who could be there. The Compound was far from her favorite place, but nearly everyone came by at least once a day, so it seemed like the best bet.
The Indomitable Miss Jones
08 June 2008 @ 10:31 pm
There was a school of thought that said that all of life's trials were simply lessons to be learned. A sort of cosmic equalizer, opportunities disguised as difficulties. It was a nice thought, and Martha might have agreed with it had she not been beaten over the head with one particular lesson so many times. Of course, there was always the chance that she was missing the point. Maybe she was supposed to be a lesbian. It was a pity that she wasn't particularly interested in women.

All that said, it was her prior experiences that allowed her to accept the arrival of Lee's wife with aplomb, or at least the appearance of it. Being disappointed was natural, but it wasn't as if there was anything to be done about it, or anyone to blame. After she'd left Dee in the clinic that day, Martha had wanted to be angry, wanted to find some inner fury to cling to for comfort, but it was no good. Even the idea that she'd been nothing more than a replacement for Dee was fleeting -- She'd come onto Lee first, and it wasn't a crime to be attracted to a certain type of woman. No, it wasn't anyone's fault. It just sucked.

Even so, putting the situation out of her mind hadn't been easy. There was an idea, pervasive, that they'd been starting something right. Martha wasn't an especially sentimental woman, but it was difficult to not wonder.

She'd not been avoiding Lee, per se. It was more about maintaining a respectful distance than being afraid of seeing him -- It seemed only fair to give him a few days to get his head together. Not that Martha considered herself especially significant outside of her own orbit, or thought what she did or didn't do would have any bearing on the situation. Dee was his wife. One promising romp in bed didn't compare.

Running into him in the Compound hallway -- Literally -- put Martha off her toes regardless. Fresh from a shower, barefoot, towel hanging around her neck, she'd swung around the corner with the idea of going downstairs to check on her laundry, and had nearly bowled Lee over instead. After catching her balance, hand clamped over his arm, she stared up at him for a long moment, any eloquent words she'd planned on saying completely gone from her head.

"Hello," she said instead, paused, and then blurted, "I met your wife."
The Indomitable Miss Jones
27 May 2008 @ 11:42 pm
[Continued from here.]

The walk from the Hub to the GAE was more than a little surreal to Martha, but not in any sort of negative way. She'd gone on a similar walk not so long ago for the same purpose, but the circumstances had been so completely different that they might as well have not been alike at all. She didn't want to read too much into it, but the truth was that this time felt a lot more right, as if she'd finally figured out how this sort of thing was supposed to work. Not conspiring with your arch nemesis was a good start, at the least.

"Long walk," she remarked to Lee with some amusement as the circle of huts finally came into view. She was increasingly anxious in a sweet, toe-tingling sort of way. What would normally have seemed like a short trek by her ridiculously-skewed standards had felt instead as if it was taking a horrifically long time. The anticipation was killing her. "Just had to have a view of the ocean, didn't you?"
The Indomitable Miss Jones
23 May 2008 @ 10:10 am
There was something off about today, Martha was certain. Something obtuse, difficult to pinpoint, and all the more frustrating for it. No one event had tipped her off, but rather the overall atmosphere not of the island, but of herself.

Innocuous questions asked of her at breakfast -- Would you like some juice? Please pass the salt? -- were answered far too readily, almost compulsively. With what had happened earlier in the month, she thought herself completely right to be paranoid.

If she was indeed under some devious island influence, the best thing for it would be waiting it out alone, she decided. Despite her previous impulsive jaunts into the wilderness alone, she felt a sharp twinge of guilt at the idea of going without so much as leaving a note. She walked the distance from the Compound to the TARDIS and back, contemplating whether the situation was dire enough to actually leave.

How bad could it honestly be?