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Fic: Adventure 3: The Checkup

Adventure 3: The Checkup

Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Rass (OC)

Rating: is this really necessary? It's all pr0n!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Whoniverse, which is a very good thing as it would have to be aired post-post watershed if I did.

A/N: Um. Yeah. It's all downhill from here. Rass’s story is told in ”My Buddy”

The Checkup

The Doctor had called ahead to make an appointment, something unusual for him, but he wanted to be absolutely certain that he’d see the doctor he chose, and not the one the clinic might choose for him. He set the TARDIS coordinates for the date and time of his appointment, and when the ship materialized at the London office from which she now operated, he walked out into a bright sunny afternoon.

The psychic paper proved quite useful as he waded through the entire intake process, and he was now seated on the examining table in a thin paper gown. Rass was mildly interested in the increased levels of adrenalin coursing through the Doctor’s veins, but he couldn’t yet be bothered to really raise much of a fuss. He’d been busy recently, after all, and everyone has to rest sometime, especially newly generated Time Cocks.

The door opened and she entered, her nose buried in his records.

“So, Matt Smith, nice to meet you. I’m Martha Jones.” She looked up as she extended her hand to him, then jerked it back to cover her mouth as she squealed in delight to see her old friend.

“Doctor!” She spread her arms as she approached him, and he grinned as he jumped from the table, gathering her up in a warm hug. The feel of her body, its curves and soft edges, enticed Rass to wake from his slumber. After a few moments, Martha began to register that this hug was not like the other hugs she’d received from the Time Lord.

She pulled away from him gently. “What’s going on,” she glanced toward his crotch, “down there?”

His eyes were wide with enthusiasm, and Martha worried for a moment that he’d been possessed by—well, she wasn’t quite certain what might have possessed him, but it clearly had a very large—

“I grew one! Want to see it?” The Doctor started to lift the gown to show off his new friend, but Martha quickly reached out a hand to stop him, her skin coloring a bit as she realized that the Doctor now had a cock.

And he was standing in her examining room, nothing more than a gown shielding her from the sight.

“Slow down, mister. One thing at a time,” she said, regaining her composure. She put the file on the counter nearby and motioned for him to be seated on the table. Martha leaned against the counter, her arms resting on the ledge behind her. The sight of her breasts, which were oh-so-slightly projected due to the position of her hands, snapped Rass to full attention. The Doctor looked down at the material tenting near his waist and smiled proudly.

“Sure you don’t want to take a look? He’s a beauty, I promise, and besides,” he peered over the top of his glasses and winked, “I think it’s a good idea that I get a full checkup, you know, make sure things are all as they should be.”

Martha pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. She’d had loads of interesting patients at this clinic since she’d left UNIT; when the word got out that she had experience dealing with alien life forms, she’d become an underground legend, and had discovered many of Earth’s hidden visitors. From time to time she even helped out UNIT or Torchwood with medical emergencies. Not once, though, had she ever considered the possibility that she’d have to check out a newly generated Time Lord reproductive system.

She had to admit that she was curious. The mast on that tent was rather tall, and she blushed when she got the definite hint that it was also rather eager.

“Right,” she said firmly, her voice all professional concern. “Why don’t you tell me how this—addition—came to be.” She listened as he explained about the almost-regeneration he’d experienced, and the decision he’d made to produce a new set of reproductive organs.

“An excellent job, if I do say so myself ,” he crowed as he finished his tale. “From what my friends on the internet said, I’ve pretty much achieved the perfect specimen by 21st century standards.”

“Every man’s dream—design your own,” Martha scoffed, rubbing her eyes as she tried to wrap her mind around the biology lesson she’d just received. “Wait—you published pictures of your penis on the internet?”

“Of course,” the Doctor said matter-of-factly. “Isn’t that what you humans do with your—“ he pointed at Martha’s breasts, making circular motions in the air with a finger “—naughty bits?”

“I—“ Martha started to respond, then shut her mouth quickly as she remembered the intimate photographs she’d sent to Tom a month before she’d broken things off with him. Jack had quickly unleashed a virus to destroy all instances of it, but not before placing a copy on his mobile. The Doctor could see a slight smile begin to play across her lips as she made a mental note to call Jack soon.

“Okay—humans are exhibitionist voyeurs,” she ceded, returning the conversation to the subject at hand. “Why do you think you need a checkup? I mean, you don’t appear to be suffering any ill-effects or anything.”

“Well, after a particularly enthusiastic session with the TARDIS--” Martha’s eyes grew wide as saucers “--I was feeling a bit,” he looked down at the spots on the gown, “sore, and then I started thinking about all that stuff you said about the importance of prostate exams to the landlord in 1969, and well, I figured I should see my doctor to get it checked out.”

“You want me to give you a prostate exam?” Martha covered her mouth to repress a giggle.

“Yes, of course. I've never had one before,” he replied, a bit affronted that she had to ask, and in a bit of a huff at her reluctance to check out the rest of him. “You sure you don’t want to take a look at it? I mean, I need to make sure that it works.”

“Oh, if you’re feeling sore after your session with the TARDIS,” Martha’s face couldn’t hide the strangeness she felt on uttering that statement, “I’ve no doubt things are working just as they ought.” She turned toward the counter and began retrieving the items she’d need for the exam. When she was done, she turned to find him reclined on the table, his hands behind his head. His eyes were all playful interest, his lips half-parted as his tongue threatened to just poke beyond his teeth to taste the air. She wondered how this alien man, who had always been so alive to his sensory surroundings, could possibly be prepared for the change in behavior she imagined lay ahead. The universe could be in grave danger.

She walked over to the table and placed the bell of the stethoscope over his hearts, then ascertained his blood pressure, his heart rate, and, for giggles, took a look down his throat. His eyes bored into her as she pressed down his tongue, and she began to wonder whether she’d be able to go through with this exam without giving his new friend a test run—for scientific purposes, of course.

She turned away to make a few notations in his chart. When she turned back, she found him already in position, his naked arse facing her as he bent over the side of the table. She chuckled.

“Well, I suppose you’ll waste no time trying out that room of the Master’s you’ve kept on the TARDIS.”

“What? How do you…when did you…” he sputtered as he looked over his shoulder at her, and Martha realized she’d revealed a bit more than she ought to have.

“Well, Jack and I may have done a bit of,” she stared at the ceiling, “exploring while we were repairing the TARDIS.” She grinned. “The Master had excellent taste in metals.”

The Doctor gulped and Martha giggled a bit as she pulled on the rubber gloves. “Alright then,” she ordered as she snapped the latex over her hand. “Time for your prostate exam.”

The Doctor purred with pleasure as Martha’s finger entered his rectum. He coughed with enthusiasm when she commanded, and willed Rass to contain himself when she cupped his balls in her gloved hand. He didn’t recall that being part of the exam, but she was the expert, so he didn’t complain. Besides—Martha’s hand felt very good, and he twitched a bit when her thumb slightly brushed against the base of his cock as she removed her hand. He was surprised that Martha was able to maintain such a professional demeanor during the examination, but then, she was a brilliant doctor, wasn’t she? He only traveled with the best.

“There. All done.” Martha stepped away and pulled the gloves from her hands, disposing of them in the wastebasket.

“Not quite.” His voice was coy as he turned to face her. Rass’s excitement had not subsided, and the Doctor didn’t want him to leave disappointed.

Martha’s arms were crossed over her chest as she surveyed the Time Lord standing before her. “Oh?" she asked, a playful challenge in her voice. "Do you have any further medical concerns? Everything appears to be in perfect working order.”

He hopped up on the examining table. “You haven’t exactly given me a full examination, have you, Doctor Jones?” His eyes returned her challenge, and Martha remembered that first day in that hospital wing years before.

She slowly walked over to the phone on the wall. “This is Doctor Jones. Clear my appointments for the remainder of the day?” She glanced at the Doctor, whose eyes were practically burning through her clothing, then down at Rass, who seemed quite eager to prop up a circus-sized canopy. “I’ve got to make an urgent house call.”


( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 10th, 2009 05:00 am (UTC)
For clarity, because I'm out of breath from howling with laughter...a list XD

1. Love that she's an undergroung legend. Hell yeah!

2. The internet is indeed for pr0n XD I think I know who his internet friends are *falls out of chair* ow!

3. Only Jack could manage to be a gentleman and a letch at the same time!

4. This bit --> she found him already in position, his naked arse facing her as he bent over the side of the table. <-- makes me think of a kitty begging for attention!!

5. I didn't think you could make this one any more cracky. Man, was I wrong! I salute you!

Edited at 2009-01-10 05:01 am (UTC)
Jan. 10th, 2009 05:54 am (UTC)
I see your list and I raise you--another list:

1. Martha deserves to be a legend, and being underground is the best!

2. The internet is a dangerous place. The Doctor is like a kid in a candy store there. He's met a few nice prisoners, some Japanese schoolgirls, and a rough trick named Joe. The TARDIS has reluctantly installed a webcam in his bedroom.

3. That's our Jack!

4. I almost died about the kitty thing--I can't unsee it now, you naughty girl! I think you own shags_them_all a ficlet now.

5. Thanks for the salute, but really, I did it for the lulz! Glad you enjoyed!
Jan. 10th, 2009 06:12 am (UTC)
LOL! Considering how much fun Rass is, I don;t think I could resist writing a ficlet...so many companions (and a whole universe) to choose from XD
Jan. 10th, 2009 07:03 am (UTC)
Indeed! I'll be posting about the first ficlet-a-thon either this weekend or early next week!
Jan. 10th, 2009 06:35 am (UTC)
This is just so much fun!!
Jan. 10th, 2009 06:40 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it...again! I'm just happy to be on to new stuff now with these two, although I enjoyed a few of the revisions I made here. Now if only I could get Rass out of Martha's car...
Jan. 10th, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
Yes, I liked the new stuff you added to this...

My mind is boggling a bit about Rass in Martha's car. Rawr!
Jan. 10th, 2009 06:36 am (UTC)
Of course Martha would be an underground legend - who better? :)

And what Jack did for Martha - LOL. Just like him to do something gentlemanly one moment but then counter that with getting a copy on his mobile.

The Doctor and Rass are definitely having fun, aren't they?
Jan. 10th, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
Martha Jones will be a legend no matter what she does! As for Jack...well, he'll always be Jack, and that's why we love him.

They really are having great fun exploring the wonders of the universe!
Jan. 10th, 2009 07:15 am (UTC)
“An excellent job, if I do say so myself ,” he crowed as he finished his tale. “From what my friends on the internet said, I’ve pretty much achieved the perfect specimen by 21st century standards.”

*giggle snorts like mad*

That entire exchange was classic! Just thinking of the Doctor, posing with a webcam, posting pics somewhere has given me an amazing attack of the giggles.
Feb. 8th, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
I suck so bad--I totally missed several comments on this thread!

Glad you enjoyed that exchange; I think in his enthusiasm the Doctor would have wanted to try out all sorts of new things, and this way, he didn't have to leave the TARDIS!
Jan. 10th, 2009 07:24 am (UTC)
She wondered how this alien man, who had always been so alive to his sensory surroundings, could possibly be prepared for the change in behavior she imagined lay ahead. The universe could be in grave danger.

No truer words were ever spoken. Amen.

Oh, and I love how Ten posted pictures of Rass on the internet -- LOL! *cough*Probably show_your_cock*cough* For some reason that reminds me of one of my favorite websites ever: erectionphotos.com [very much NSFW, but very entertaining and enlightening]. Rass is rather Priapusian compared to most human males, of course, but we do love him anyway. :)
Feb. 8th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the links--may have to check those out.

Rass is rather Priapusian compared to most human males, of course, but we do love him anyway. :)

Remember, though--he is a TiemCock, and as such, has a reputation to uphold! The future of a race could depend on him!
Jan. 10th, 2009 07:33 pm (UTC)
Feb. 8th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
I feel evil. I like that.
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