Martha Jones! The Doctor turned just in time to run face first into her hands, which was all rather startling when you had a human feeling your face and pulling at it as if she expected it to come right off. The Doctor had time for an indignant “ow!” before she jerked him forward into a hug. Oh! Well then! He always rather did like hugs, even if his ears weren’t feeling as charitable as the rest of him. The Doctor reached around and clapped Martha on her back.
“Hi, yes! Hello!” He gave her a great big Doctor hug, bowtie and tweed and all, and then finally held her at arm’s length. “Do you like it?” he asked anxiously.
The bowtie glared her right in the face, the Doctor giving her an eager look as if Martha Jones hadn’t had that brush with the quicksand.
Fancy meeting her here! He supposed she must have come looking for the TARDIS, saw the door open, and it was all very lucky he'd come when he had, considering how the TARDIS was behaving right now. Martha did have a habit of getting herself in trouble. All his friends did, come to think of it, and he found himself beaming happily at her because he had missed her. You could never have too many friends in one place, after all! He thought she looked good. Excellent, even.
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“Hi, yes! Hello!” He gave her a great big Doctor hug, bowtie and tweed and all, and then finally held her at arm’s length. “Do you like it?” he asked anxiously.
The bowtie glared her right in the face, the Doctor giving her an eager look as if Martha Jones hadn’t had that brush with the quicksand.
Fancy meeting her here! He supposed she must have come looking for the TARDIS, saw the door open, and it was all very lucky he'd come when he had, considering how the TARDIS was behaving right now. Martha did have a habit of getting herself in trouble. All his friends did, come to think of it, and he found himself beaming happily at her because he had missed her. You could never have too many friends in one place, after all! He thought she looked good. Excellent, even.