20th century Earth

Martha nervously stuck her head out into the console room, still hanging back. God, why did this feel so weird all of a sudden? She couldn't recall anything different about today to every other day.

She kept her arms crossed, hurrying up to one of the coral-like columns that filled the control chamber to duck behind it; she kept her head sticking out to watch the Doctor at work.

He danced around the console, somehow on the cusp right between effortlessness and frantic panicking a second away from exploding, only sparing a brief glance up at the sound of footsteps. With where she was, he could see the sides of Martha's body, smooth dark skin from shoulder to waist to hips to toe either side of the pillar, not marred or blocked by the slightest scarp of fabric.

He faltered for a moment.

"You ok like that?" he said.

"Like what?" Martha said.

She was just a touch breathless; the Doctor shrugged. Apparently she didn't see anything wrong with this.

Strange, he could've sworn humanity didn't lose its nudity taboo until the 26th century. Ah well, he'd picked up a lot of trivia about Earth over the centuries, it figured some of it would be wrong.

He focused once more on the controls. Seconds later he pulled down a lever, and the wheezing and groaning of the machine died down.

"Everything's dealt with," he said. "Up to see where we've landed?"

Martha squeaked. Damn it, was she ever going to get used to her naked adventures with the Doctor? Somehow it felt so much more embarrassing today.

"Sure!" she said. "Uh, you first."

He grinned at her, then turned to run out the TARDIS doors. She swallowed, then **** herself to follow him. It wasn't like she could hide out in the TARDIS forever, and she did enjoy their adventures, she knew that. Just... she'd need a moment.

Her bare feet touched down on grassy ground; her crossed arms fidgeted, shivering in the cool. Tentative, Martha looked around.

It... seemed like Earth. The sky was blue, where it was visible behind grey clouds, and the fields of grass around them were green. And the Doctor was already walking away; she took a few quick steps to get closer, moving onto a stone path, beside an ill-defined road.

"England!" the Doctor said, beaming. "Smell that air? Must be, ooh, can't be more than fifty years off your time either way."

Martha followed, step still uneven as she stumbled on, hyperaware of how the cool, damp air felt against her skin.