Hey people who can be bothered to read my stuff! Just to let you know, it starts kinda sap-ily, but the end is good. Isn't it? Ugh, as usual, asking my computer questions doesn't help very much. Anyway, very sorry if this story sucks, because it's my first one. Hmm, when you read it, it kinda sounds like i made totally too much effort... also there are some really crappy bits in it too... oh well. ok, well, that's probably not the way to get people to read my story! :)

Reunited

The smell of steaming chips wafted through the open window, making Rose’s stomach growl with jealousy. She rolled over and flicked on the lamp beside her bed. Sinking back into the pillow, she closed her eyes against the light and tried to remember the dream she had been having. It was about the Doctor. She smiled naughtily as she remembered what they had been doing…

“…And then she says ‘the last human!’ and I’m like ‘Cassandra?’” The Doctor stared pointedly at Martha, obviously waiting for some response.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” she replied blandly, not concentrating, as she was too busy checking him out. Her jaw dropped as she wondered how many times Rose Tyler had done that exact same thing. She also wondered how many times she had seen him with no clothes on… Always energetic, always moving, the Doctor sped around the control panel, flicking switches and pulling levers as he went, still jabbering away about something called apple-grass. He pressed one final button, and the central column roared into life, sending them spinning through space.

The sky outside matched Rose’s feelings perfectly. As the wispy grey clouds chased each other across the ashy sky, her thoughts did the same in her head. At last, she tore herself away from the window, and staggered downstairs, where she knew her mum would be waiting with breakfast. She never used to bother, but now she has a new Pete, she cooks a big fry-up every morning for them. But today, Rose just walked straight out the door, and onto the chilly street. She probably should have brought a coat, or at least a hoodie, but she couldn’t go back inside now, or her mum would tell her off, even though she was well past twenty now, and old enough to take care of herself. She wandered down the deserted street towards the call centre where she now worked. She didn’t really need to work: Pete had enough money to support several families, but since her mum made them move from his gorgeous mansion on the outside of London to a poky, three-bedroom house near all the big chain stores she likes, Rose felt she needed to get out of the house a little. As she shuffled her feet over the grimy paving slabs peppered with chewing gum, she thought about what she would be doing at that very moment if she was with the Doctor. It was now nearly a year since their tearful goodbye and she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever see him again. He promised to find a way to get back to her, but he had probably given up and found a new stuck-up, chavvy blonde to take on his adventures. Frowning, she pushed that thought out of her mind. She knew him: he would never even think of being so unfaithful…

Twelve thousand years later, Martha stepped back into the TARDIS arm in arm with the Doctor, both of them grinning after their latest trip. In her opinion, there was no better place in the universe to be.

That night, Martha couldn’t sleep. She blamed the Doctor, as she spent almost all her time dreaming about him. After a moment’s thought, she decided to go and see him, even though it was nearly two thirty in the morning. Still, she thought, smiling as she applied her heaviest makeup, and shiniest lip-gloss, ‘I’ll make it worth his while’. She tiptoed out of her enormous bedroom. She knew the vague direction the Doctor headed in the evenings, so she judged she had quite a slim change of getting lost. Anyway, he was always going on about how the ship was telepathic, and sensed what you wanted, so she continued down the sloping corridor towards a row of doors at the end. Luckily, one of them was slightly open, so she stuck her head through to have a look. The Doctor was crouching on the floor, examining a large purple door on the far wall, so he had his back to Martha. She stayed still and watched him, as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and ran it around the doorframe. She couldn’t see what happened, but when he stepped back, she saw the edges of the door were glowing, as if there was a dazzling light behind it. Warily, the Doctor reached for the handle. He touched it, the jumped back, as the metal that had been cold a few moments before, burnt his hand. Whipping out a pair of flowery oven gloves from God knows where, he threw open the door… and disappeared.

“Doctor!” Martha yelled, as the purple door swung shut again, as if nothing had happened. It had stopped glowing, and when she ran up to it and banged on it, and screamed at it to open, she found that it was stone cold again. Not surprisingly, it refused to budge when she yelled. Baffled, she sat down on the floor and stared at it for a moment, willing it to open. When it didn’t, she stood up again, and kicked it, using some very unsavoury language. Slowly, she turned around, and walked back to the control room.

Lunch break, at last! Rose wondered why she ever took this friggin job in the first place. Then again, she thought that every lunch break, but still returned to work the next day. She dragged herself out of the building and onto the busy high street. Heading for her favourite chip shop, she wound her way through the throngs of people hurrying along. She entered a small alley winding round the back of the call centre that she often used as a shortcut, and stopped. Amazed. But… It couldn’t be…

“Doctor!” she yelled! Sprinting the last ten metres, she threw herself into his arms.

“Rose?” he said uncertainly, not able to see her face as she was hugging him so hard.

“No, silly, I’m the Face of Boe!” she replied mockingly, pulling him even closer to her.

“Ah, yes. I have a bit of a funny story about him… but Rose! Ha!” Before she could reply, he gently took her face in his hands.

“What you gonna do now, Doctor? Kiss me?” she asked. He obviously didn’t pick up the sarcasm, because, not bothering to reply, he gave her the snog of her life!

Martha kicked the control panel for the fifth time that morning. She didn’t actually think it would help, but to her surprise, one of the computer screens whirred into life. She stumbled over, and tapped on the top of it.

“What shall I do? Please, give me a sign! Help me!” A message appeared on the glowing screen: ‘Get off me, you moron!’

“Fine, be like that,” Martha told it sniffily, but then she relented. “Look, I’m sorry! Just help me please! The Doctor’s gone through that damned glowing purple door, and he’s left me here to die with a stupid screen that insults me when I need help!”

‘Ass-hole’ typed the computer, then spat a colourful, pocketsize booklet out of a small hole she had never noticed before. The front cover read ‘So the Doctor has left you’

When he finally took his tongue out of her mouth, Rose asked him how he got back into her universe.

“Well,” he said, then explained all about the mysterious purple door. “I don’t know why it appeared, the TARDIS must like you as much as I do…” he finished dreamily, and they kissed again.

Martha sat in one of the Y-shaped roof supports and felt completely and utterly helpless. The booklet didn’t help if the Doctor had just disappeared, it only had ‘What to do if the Doctor has Left you for a New, Stuck-up, Chavvy Blonde’, and why anyone could possibly need that information, she didn’t know. When she told the TARDIS computer that, it was as unhelpful as usual, telling her that she was a ‘twerp-y, air headed imbecile,’ and that she would thank it later. As she was grumbling over its response, she heard voices coming down the corridor towards her.

“Doctor!” she called, and raced across the room to meet him.

“Oh, Lord, are you still here?” he asked Martha, who’s jaw dropped at the sight of his hand clamped round the blonde girl’s arse. “Err, well… Martha, this is Rose; Rose this is Martha. As you can see, Martha was grossly disfigured in an explosion on a nearby planet when I was trying to make a gateway between the two universes-”

“No I wasn’t!” Martha interrupted, trying unsuccessfully to stop her eyes filling with tears.

“Delusional as well, I’m afraid,” the Doctor finished. Rose raised her eyebrows at Martha who was now sobbing uncontrollably. In between sobs she blurted out the words

“You – obviously – don’t – feel the same – about – me – as – I do about – you.”

“Damn straight!” replied the Doctor unsympathetically. “Get out of here, you smart-arse bum!”

“How?” Rose reminded him, “We’re floating in space…”

“I said get out!” he growled. Martha took one last pitiful look at him, then shuffled over to the door like a child not wanting to go to bed.

“GOODBYE, CRUEL WORLD” she bellowed, as she threw open the doors and leapt into space.

There was a moment’s silence.

“Wow,” said the Doctor. “I didn’t really think she would do it.” He wandered over and shut the doors, taking one last look at the floating blob that was Martha Jones. “Now, where were we?” he asked Rose, and grinned.