Amy bonds with her new sister-wife as she helps her pack

A/N: This chapter and the next one will feature a few references to Martha's experiences in the Torchwood TV spin-off after she joined UNIT once she stopped becoming a regular companion of the Doctor and of some of the people she met there. Just wanted to put it out there in case you don't recognize some of the lore details I am talking about.

Anyway, read, enjoy, and review!

Sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains of Martha’s compact but stylish flat in London. Her wardrobe doors stood wide open, revealing the last few neatly arranged shelves. A couple of boxes sat open on the floor—one for things to keep, the other for things to leave behind.

The Doctor has insisted that Martha take some time to pack things of importance to her now that she was about to leave her old life behind and commit herself fully to him and his harem. So, he told Amy to help her out and keep her company while he prepared a surprise for them back in the TARDIS in the meantime.

And that was how Amy Pond found herself sitting cross-legged on what used to be Mickey and Martha's marriage bed, idly leafing through a photo album while Martha knelt beside her open travel bag, neatly folding clothing with practiced ease.

“Is this your mom?” Amy asked, pointing to a picture of a woman with regal cheekbones and a skeptical brow. “She looks like she doesn’t take nonsense from anyone.”

Martha glanced over her shoulder and laughed. “Her name is Francine. She could disarm a UNIT squad with a look—probably has, and no one has dared tell me, actually.”

Amy smirked, turning another page. “And is this you at university? You look like you’re trying to pretend you weren’t top of your class.”

“I was very focused,” Martha replied with mock defensiveness, then added, “And yes, I was.”

Amy’s grin widened. “Of course you were.”

Martha straightened and walked over to the wardrobe. “Okay, so: photo album, clothes, toiletries—boring but necessary. Now for the important bits.”

Amy peeked over the side of the bed, then propped herself up on her elbows. “What’s in that one?”

Martha opened the box with gentle care. “Memories, mostly. Some of it…might actually come in handy.” She paused, then added thoughtfully, “But all of it reminds me who I was—and who helped shape me.”

Amy tilted her head. “Go on, then. Impress me.”

Martha reached in and pulled out a slim metallic bracelet, its surface faintly opalescent.

“This,” she said softly, “was Toshiko’s.”

“Toshiko?” Amy echoed, curious.

“Tosh Sato. One of the smartest women I ever knew. She worked with me at Torchwood Three for a time after my old superiors at U. N. I. T. asked me to help out their Cardiff Branch for a while after I stopped traveling with the Doctor.” Martha turned the bracelet slowly in her fingers. “She was designing this just before she…well, before we lost her. It scans environmental anomalies, pathogens, and alien tech signatures from afar. I finished the firmware myself with U. N. I. T. resources. It still works.”

Amy’s expression softened. “She sounds like someone the Doctor would’ve loved.”

Martha smiled faintly. “He would have. She was kind. Quietly brilliant. You could hand her a piece of crashed alien junk, and she’d make it sing in three hours.”

Amy raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “Like River Song but less smug?”

Martha laughed. “I don't actually know who that is, but based on the look on your face, I am going to go with 'exactly.'”

"Oh, you never got to meet her? I crossed paths with her when the Doctor took me to my first alien planet. She asked for the Doctor's help in dealing with a dangerous Weeping Angels threat to the world and its colonists," she informed her.

Martha visibly shivered at that as she winced. "I hate those timeline-predatory, living statues. They are beyond creepy, and I ended up getting stuck in 1969 with the Doctor for months at one point because of them."

"Damn," Amy said with widened eyes. "That sounds tough."

"It was," Martha said slowly as she remembered that time while tilting her head. "Although I am no longer annoyed by the memory that I ended up taking a job at a shop back then to help support the Doctor while he was busy setting things up to recover the TARDIS. Interesting...I remember I used to dislike that portion of my TARDIS journey, but now that I desire to support the Doctor and his goals with every fiber of my being, I know I would jump at the chance to serve him that way again with a smile and make myself useful if he asked. Looks like the effects of mind control can be a bit disorienting," she pondered in an almost philosophical tone, without a trace of outrage in her voice.

Amy chuckled in amusement. "Tell me about it. I may have been growing closer to the Doctor more and more lately, but I knew myself well enough before all of this to realize that if he had proposed to make me his first of many harem girls and asked me to bear his children many times without mind-controlling me, I would have bitten his cock off the first chance I got. But now? Now I can't wait for confirmation that he has successfully bred me with his Time Lord child, and more than that, I sighed dreamily at the thought of getting to raise my kids alongside so many wonderful sister-wives that will also be impregnated by him. The whiplash certainly takes some getting used to."

"Hear, hear," Martha muttered as she looked at her carefully. "It IS strange, objectively. I mean, in theory, we know we should be furious or at least afraid of the fact the Doctor has such limitless power over us, but I cannot for the life of me muster the will to give a fuck about that. I trust him too much for that, love him too much for that, and I am sure the same applies to you. And yet, I also know that these feelings of ours wouldn't have grown so absolute, to the point it has come to this, if we weren't mind-controlled. But knowing that important detail doesn't make a difference in my feelings at all. It's almost like a closed feedback loop. And all I can say for sure is that despite my understanding of what was done to me, I do NOT want to the Doctor revert the mental changes he has put me through," She stressed, conviction dripping from her voice. "Imagining that just breaks my heart."

"Same," Amy agreed with an understanding nod. "I don't want to go back to my old life before all this at all. And I think it's safe to say that once we take off in the TARDIS, we'll be spending a lot of time helping the Doctor pick out new women to add to his harem, which excites me quite a bit instead of filling me with jealousy."

Martha smirked. "I'm sure it does. After all, I remember you looked incredibly thrilled as you were watching the Doctor use his psychic might to bend my mind to his will. So, something tells me you have a bit of a domination kink, Amy Pond."

Amy laughed as she blushed a bit, her cheeks as red as her hair. "Guilty as charged. But I think we are getting distracted, so why don't you finish packing? Then we can explore this domination kink in bed when we return the TARDIS, sooner rather than later."

Martha smirked at her, her eyes intense with creative lust, but then she nodded and turned back to her closet. She kept looking and sorting things to determine what she wanted to bring with her in this new chapter of her life. But then, Amy's eyes widened and she gasped.

Martha turned back and frowned. "What is it?"

"Nothing is just; I think I figured it out." Amy replied in dawning realization.

"Figured what out?"

"The River Song mystery," she said, with a growing grin. "You see, it was clear from that adventure that she really loved and trusted the Doctor, but she was also vague on details of her past because she claimed the Doctor hadn't met her for the first time yet. She liked to say "spoilers" a lot when we probed for answers, in fact. At first, I thought she was a future companion of his and didn't want to accidentally mess up the circumstances of their first meeting, but now I am wondering...maybe she was so secretive because she is also one of our mind-controlled sister-wives, but she didn't want to risk changing something in the past that would lead the Doctor to never start his harem to revive the Time Lords in the first place."

Martha’s eyes widened as she listened to Amy's theory, her cheeks flushing as she contemplated the possibilities. "You think she's one of us from the future? That's...fuck. That's hot." She admitted, her voice filled with hunger.

Amy smirked, her eyes darkening with lust. "I am starting to think she is. Or at least, she will be. And if she is, she will have already experienced what we are about to experience with the Doctor, won't she?" She asked teasingly.

Martha's breath hitched as she considered the implications, and as she looked at her cheeks flushing, Amy decided right then and there that, yes, like Martha herself, she most definitely did NOT want to get back to her old life.

Mind controlling beginning or not, the Doctor's harem in the TARDIS was her home now.

And she was there to stay.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the bonding time between these Doctor Who companions turned sister-wives :D

As for whether the theory Amy came up with about River Song will come to pass in this altered timeline due to the massive point of divergence...well, would you want it to be if so? Let me know in the comments, please. I already have some different ideas to answer that mystery here, but I would be interested in getting some reader feedback there to see where you all stand.

Regardless, thanks for reading, and until next time.