Ace is the first person Martha meets who she already knew. Later there will be others, but Ace is the first. She's come looking for the Brigadier, she says, and she won't settle for seeing Colonel Mace.
"I could murder a drink. Is your shift over? Want to go to the pub?"
Martha finds she has a terrible, burning desire to say I saw you die.
She remembers a woman who grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of a motorbike on the outskirts of Edinburgh in the early days. They drove for twenty miles, thunder in their ears and the ground shaking under their feet, before Ace pulled over in a deserted field.
"Cloaking device on the bike," said Ace, by way of greeting, fast and practical. "I know you've got one too, but you could still get blown apart. Sarah Jane told me you'd come this way. You're hard to track down, Martha Jones."
She grinned, and it was beautifully unexpected. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Martha felt herself grin back.
He broadcast it live. He did that with all of the companions he caught. He wanted me to see.
It was Ace who got her across the North Sea and into Scandinavia. It was Ace who saved her life again in Copenhagen, and in Bruges, and in that village in Andalucia. It was Ace who kept her sane, while she learned how to cope with the devastation all around them.
It was Ace who hadn't made it into Egypt.
And here she is, leaning on Martha's desk in the bright new UNIT office, with her jacket slung over her shoulder. She looks younger than Martha remembers her.
He wanted you to scream, but you wouldn't.
Martha leans forward and kisses Ace on the lips, to both their surprise. "Yeah," she says, smiling. "Let's go."
Ace/Martha
"I could murder a drink. Is your shift over? Want to go to the pub?"
Martha finds she has a terrible, burning desire to say I saw you die.
She remembers a woman who grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of a motorbike on the outskirts of Edinburgh in the early days. They drove for twenty miles, thunder in their ears and the ground shaking under their feet, before Ace pulled over in a deserted field.
"Cloaking device on the bike," said Ace, by way of greeting, fast and practical. "I know you've got one too, but you could still get blown apart. Sarah Jane told me you'd come this way. You're hard to track down, Martha Jones."
She grinned, and it was beautifully unexpected. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Martha felt herself grin back.
He broadcast it live. He did that with all of the companions he caught. He wanted me to see.
It was Ace who got her across the North Sea and into Scandinavia. It was Ace who saved her life again in Copenhagen, and in Bruges, and in that village in Andalucia. It was Ace who kept her sane, while she learned how to cope with the devastation all around them.
It was Ace who hadn't made it into Egypt.
And here she is, leaning on Martha's desk in the bright new UNIT office, with her jacket slung over her shoulder. She looks younger than Martha remembers her.
He wanted you to scream, but you wouldn't.
Martha leans forward and kisses Ace on the lips, to both their surprise. "Yeah," she says, smiling. "Let's go."
Requests: Ace/Rose, Harry/Martha, Jo/Sarah Jane