Smith and Jones with Rose
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Ack… it's eleven twenty in the morning and I just woke up less than two minutes ago. Turns out my computer is equally sleepy – so don't get mad at me if I screw it up. Although I did stay up till 2 watching The Matrix for the first time – halfway sending an exhausted half asleep brother up to bed. Now I really want to see the next two. If writing is supposed to keep my thoughts off of Neo and what he is going to do next, it's having a pretty dang good go.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything – not the transcript, not the show, not the characters (DANG IT) – not even the idea.
Reminder: This is a joint fic between YellowRose aka David-Tennant-Lover and Hubert24601 aka Jack-Flash-Swooner but YellowRose unfortunately has exams this week so I get to write all the A/Ns by myself (apparently). However, she is the brains behind this and this does not get posted without her permission – I do the writing – which I am pleased to do – and insert little ideas of my own.
Guess what? For those of you who like lots of 10Rose fluff I added a scene at the end with the Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS together before they go back to Martha. I hope y'all don't mind that I added it in to this script – thing. I mean, this is what we all WISH would happen, right…? No, you're not going to skip to the end xD. There are little tidbits tucked here and there… rather subtle.
Guess we don't need the vow? LAST CHAPTER! - be prepared for The Shakespeare Code to come soon.
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The other Slab passed the Doctor and Martha who were hiding behind a water cooler. Rose was on the other side of the hallway – too far away for the Doctor's comfort – behind a plant.
It had all happened very quickly. The Doctor, Rose and Martha had been running very hard. Martha had stopped to catch her breath, and Rose had remained behind with her, urging the Doctor to go on. But he refused to leave another person that he loved. He wouldn't. He stayed right there, rooted to the spot. But he had told Rose to go.
"No!" She was almost furious that he had made the suggestion. "The last time you forced me to go – remember Jack? Remember the Daleks? - I ended up losing you for almost forever and that's not gonna happen right now!"
That had stung. "I was trying to protect you!"
"Well right now, you need protecting!"
Then the Slab had come. Rose had seen it first, clanking up the stairs searching for Martha. "Run!" she shouted, and all three began to run.
But there had only been room for two behind the water cooler. Rose had done her heroic act of the day by shoving Martha in after the Doctor then sprinting across the room to the giant bush before he could stop her.
The Slab had passed them all.
"That's the thing about Slabs, they always travel in pairs," murmured the Doctor, panting slightly, gaze following it. Not that he needed to.
"What about you two?" asked Martha, though she was pretty sure she knew the answer to this question already.
"What about me two what?"
"So how long have you been travelling… er… together?"
"Uh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions! Come on." He grabbed her hand and ducked out.
"I like that. 'Humans.'" mimicked Martha with a grin. "Still not convinced you're an alien." She followed him and was about to call for Rose when they ran head first into a Judoon, who shone his little blue light in the Doctor's face.
Martha stared at the Doctor in shock. "OH MY GOSH, YOU REALLY ARE!"
"And again!" responded the Doctor as Rose ran up to them and he grabbed her hand. They ran, while Judoon shot at them. They ran up the stairs, and managed to lock a door behind them. They came out of a corridor, watching as people fell to the ground all around them, gasping for air. Swales was among them.
"They've done this floor," said Rose, examining a person's hand that was currently unconscious.
"Come on, Judoon are logical and just a little – "
"Thick," finished Martha and Rose together.
"Yeah, we know," grinned Martha as the Doctor looked at them bewildered.
"Anyway, they won't go back to check a floor they've checked already. If we're lucky," added the Doctor. Just then, Martha saw Swales and stopped by her.
"How much oxygen is there?" she asked, concerned that they were running out of time.
"Not enough for all these people. We're gonna run out," answered Swales weakly.
"How are you feeling?" Rose asked Martha. "Are you all right?"
"Running on adrenaline," replied Martha.
"Welcome to our world," answered Rose as she and the Doctor exchanged another grin.
"What about the Judoon?" asked Martha, glancing from one to the other, not sure who to ask.
"Ah, great lung reserves, it won't slow them down. Where's Mr. Stoker's office?" the Doctor asked as they continued down the corridor.
"This way." The trio walked into the office, noticing nothing there except the body, devoid of blood. "She's gone! She was here!"
The Doctor knelt down to look at Stoker. "Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a plasmavore."
"A what?" asked Martha.
"What was she doing on Earth?" Rose wanted to know.
"Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro," answered the Doctor absently, trying to figure it out. Rose laughed at his simile. "What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all – come on."
"Wait a minute," said Martha softly, walking over to the body. She knelt down and gently closed Stoker's eyes.
Rose and the Doctor waited by the door, still holding hands. Martha joined them with a sigh.
"Think, think, think!" He began to ruffle his hair as they began to walk down the hall. "If I was a plasmavore surrounded by the police, what would I do?" Suddenly he stopped in front of the MRI sign to the MRI room. "Aah," he said in his best discovery voice, "she's as clever as me. Almost."
They suddenly heard the Judoon voices a bit a ways down the hall still. "Find the non-human. Execute!"
The Doctor grew frustrated, then suddenly took hold of Rose. "Stay here, Rose – I need more time. You're going to have to hold them up."
"Okay," said Rose simply, not asking any questions. The Doctor grinned at her.
"Rose, never forgive me for this, okay? I know it's to save thousands of lives, but it means everything, you hear me? Absolutely everything. And I expect a lot more of this when we get back home, right?"
Rose smiled. "Okay," she answered, still slightly puzzled.
The Doctor smiled back, right before he cupped her face with his hands gently. Taking a steadying breath, he firmly and passionately kissed her, pouring out all he had ever felt. He felt her hands slowly creep up to wrap around his neck – she was kissing him back. His own hands moved around to the back of her neck, deepening it as much as he could. Their tongues duelled for dominance until she gave in. Finally they had to separate, both more than slightly dizzy.
"Wow," said Rose slowly as the Doctor ran from the hall. Martha rolled her eyes in bemusement – she had discreetly turned her gaze away from the pair, feeling uncomfortable enough as it was.
"Love Birds," she muttered with a small smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. She was sort of glad she didn't have a boyfriend.
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The Doctor ran into the MRI room, immediately eying a machine that was making strange noises. He saw Florence Finnegan working with the controls and immediately guessed what was going on. He had to make sure though…
The Doctor stopped, babbling wildly like a complete barmy person, "Have you seen – there are these things, those great big space rhino things, I mean, rhinos from space. And we're – we're on the moon. Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon! And I only came in for my bunions, look –" He grabbed his foot and raised it, hopping on his other one to keep balanced. "They're all right now, perfectly good treatment, I said to my wife, Rose – brilliant, she is - I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we'd end up on the moon… and did I mention the rhinos??"
Florence simply looked at him as he rambled on. "Hold him!" She commanded two more Slabs that had reappeared. They did so, the Doctor making no protest.
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The many Judoon approached Martha and shone the little blue light in her eyes. "Human." They carried on. "Find the non-human. Execute."
"Now, listen – I know who you're looking for. She's this woman. She calls herself Florence," began Rose as one shone the light in her eyes. "Ow! Steady on!"
"Human," declared the Chief Judoon. "With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorizes full scan. What are you? What are you?" They backed Rose against the wall. Martha, too scared to do anything, stood to one side, behind the massive group of Judoon, trying to figure out a way to stop them from killing Rose…
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Florence fussed with the MRI machine while the Doctor tried to make light conversation. "That thing, that big… machine… thing. Is it supposed to be making that noise?"
Florence didn't even bother to glance at him. "You wouldn't understand."
"Isn't that a magnetic resonance imaging –" Florence turned to look at him. "Thing?" the Doctor completed. "Like a… ginormous sort of magnet?" he asked lamely. "I… did magnets at GCSE," he replied to Florence's look. "Well, I failed… but all the same," muttered the Doctor as an afterthought.
"The magnetic setting is now set to 50,000 Tesla," chuckled Florence, going back to her work.
"Ooh. That's a bit strong – isn't it?"
"I can send a magnetic pulse that will fry the brain-stems of every living thing within 250,000 miles! Except me – safe in this room." She continued to fiddle with something – the Doctor couldn't see what.
"But… hold on, hold on, I did geography for GCSE – I did pass that one – doesn't that distance include Earth?" asked the Doctor innocently.
"Only the side facing the moon. The other half will survive. My little gift!" Florence chortled with satisfaction.
"I'm sorry," apologized the Doctor, "you'll have to forgive me – I'm a little out of my depth. I've spent the last fifteen years working as a postman – hence the bunions – why would you do that?"
"With everyone dead," explained Florence, "the Judoon ships will be mine, to make my escape."
"Now, that's weird!" exclaimed the Doctor as if making a joke. "You're talking like you're some sort of alien!"
"Right-o," agreed Florence cheerfully.
"No!" exclaimed the Doctor, feigning surprise.
"Oh, yes!" said Florence, obviously falling for it.
"You're joshing me!"
"I am not."
"I'm talking to an alien? In hospital? What, has this place got an ET department?" He went cross-eyed. "ET PHONE HOME!"
"It's the perfect hiding place," explained Florence. "Blood banks downstairs for a midnight feast, and all this equipment I'm ready to arm myself with should the police come looking."
"So, those rhinos, they're looking for you?" asked the Doctor innocently.
"Yes, but I'm hidden," cackled Florence.
"Oh, right!" The Doctor nodded in understanding. "Maybe that's why they're increasing their scans."
Florence's grin faded instantly. "They're doing what?" she growled at him.
"Big chief rhino boy, he said, no sign of non-human, me must increase our scans… up to setting… two?" The Doctor winced, trying to remember.
"Then I must assimilate again!" cried Florence quickly.
"What does that mean?" asked the Doctor, purely inquisitive.
"I must appear to be human."
The Doctor grinned infectiously. "Well, you're welcome to come home and meet the wife – Rose her name is. She'd be honoured. Have to mind the slap though – just like her mum! – but she is absolutely gorgeous," he added wickedly. "We can have cake!" He grinned again.
"Why should I have cake?" asked Florence with a sneer. "I've got my little straw!"
"Mm… that's nice," replied the Doctor, still grinning. "Milkshake? I like banana!"
"You're quite the funny man, and yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness. I think it's time you found some peace." She spun to the Slabs. Steady him!"
"What are you doing?" demanded the Doctor, feigning unawareness. Florence began to approach him, straw in hand.
"I'm afraid this is going to hurt," she told him with a demure smile. "But, if it's any consolation… the dead don't tend to remember." She advanced, still smiling.
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The Judoon marked a cross on Rose's hand, much to the relief of both her and Martha. "Confirmed: human. Traces of facial contact with non-human." Rose blushed. "Continue the search." He held up a piece of paper and handed it to Rose.
"What's that for?" she asked him warily.
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Florence was almost done drinking the Doctor's blood with a straw when Rose and Martha followed by the band of Judoon entered the room.
"Now, see what you've done!" tutted Florence, "the poor man just died of fright!"
"Scan him," demanded the chief. A moment later, "Confirmation: deceased."
"No!" cried Rose and began pushing her way through Martha followed her. "He can't be! Let me through, let me see him – " Rose managed to see the Doctor, lying on the floor, unconscious.
"Stop. Case closed."
"But it was her!" declared Martha angrily. "She killed him! She did it! She murdered him!"
"The Judoon have no authority over human crime," one said.
"But she's not human!" protested Rose.
"Oh, but I am." Florence smiled sweetly. "I've been catalogued." She held up her right hand – and behold, there was a black X.
Rose sighed with frustration. "But she's not! She assimilated…" The little light bulb inside her head went on. "Wait a minute – you drank his blood. The Doctor's blood, yeah?" Suddenly, out of nowhere, she grabbed the Chief's scanner.
Florence sighed too, exasperated. "Oh, all right, then. Scan all you like."
"What?" demanded Florence, her voice becoming darker as she looked at them disbelievingly.
"Oh, but it's a mistake, surely! I'm human!" protested Florence, "I'm as human as they come."
"He gave his life so they'd find you," whispered Rose dully, slumped on the ground. She was bent over the Doctor, unable to believe that he was dead. Not him. Not the Doctor.
"Confirmed," answered the Chief, "Plasvamore. I charge you with the crime of murdering the princess of Patrival Regency Nine."
Florence sneered. "She deserved it! Those pink cheeks and those blond curls and that simpering voice! She was begging for the bite of a plasmavore!" she spat.
"Do you confess?" asked the chief.
"Confess??" screeched Florence. "I'm proud of it!" Slab! STOP THEM!" The Slab shot at the Judoon, and the Judoon shot in answer. The slab disintegrated.
"Verdict: guilty," said the chief. "Sentence, execution."
There was a warning sign that lit up. MAGNETIC OVERLOAD.
"ENJOY YOUR VICTORY, JUDOON!" screamed Florence, "BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BURN WITH ME!! BURN IN –" She was disintegrated before she could say anything further. Her screams echoed through the MRI room as Martha rushed over to the Judoon.
"Case closed," said one of the Judoon.
"What did she mean, 'burn with me'?" asked Martha, somewhat on the nervous side. The scanner shouldn't be doing that – she's done something!"
"Scans detect lethal acceleration on monomagnetic pulse."
"Well, do something!! Stop it!" cried Martha, shouting at him.
The chief shook his head. "Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate," he told her.
"You can't just leave it!" shouted Rose from where she sat on the hard cold floor, cradling the Doctor's head. "What's it going to do?"
But the chief wasn't listening. "All units withdraw!"
As the Judoon began to leave, the sign flashed again. MAGNETIC OVERLOAD.
"What about the air?" Rose asked Martha weakly, "We're running out of air."
"You can't go!" shouted Martha after the Judoon. "That thing's gonna explode and it's all your fault! She ran over to Rose who was beginning CPR.
"One two three four five," Rose murmured heavily. She went to the other heart. "One two three four five." She coughed painfully, giving the last of her air to the Doctor. "Help, Martha!" she croaked.
Martha joined her, working on his right heart. "One two three for five," she and Rose chanted together. The Doctor suddenly opened his eyes and started to cough.
"The scanner…" Rose began, but ran out of air, falling to the ground, unconscious.
"She did something," finished Martha, not nearly as tired out as Rose was. She knelt to the floor, trying to breathe slowly.
As he coughed the Doctor managed to crawl and stagger to the MRI machine. He glanced around slowly, then painstakingly unplugged it. He managed to get back to Rose and Martha okay, and helped Martha up first. "Get out of here, Martha," he coughed. Martha managed to nod and slowly made her way over, her breathing growing fainter.
The Doctor carefully and lovingly picked up Rose and carried her in her arms through the hospital toward the nearest set of windows.
"Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Judoon, reverse it." It started to rain, and the Doctor smiled. He bent his head close to Rose's and whispered, "It's raining, Rose, it's raining on the moon."
Rose stirred, opened her eyes and smiled softly into his. "It better be raining down this time," she murmured, then fell asleep against his shoulder.
The Doctor grinned at her and held her close, gently kissing the top of her head, never happier to be alive.
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Morgenstern was talking to someone, recounting the entire episode while Martha sat outside of the hospital, looking very thoughtful. "I told them I represented the human race – I told them you can't do that. I said, "You can't do that, we have rights'…" he was saying.
Suddenly Tish came running and she hugged Martha, hysterical. "Martha!" she cried, "I thought you were dead! What happened? It was so weird, coz the police wouldn't say, they didn't give a clue! And I tried phoning but I couldn't get through – Mum's on her way but she couldn't get through, they've closed off the roads…"
As Tish continued to ramble on and on, Martha glanced up and caught sight of Rose and the Doctor – who were both looking at her from across the road. She smiled at them, and both of them turned, smiled back at her, and sketched a small wave. Then a big truck ran by, and they were gone.
"There's a thousand people trying to get in," Tish was saying, "the whole city's ground to a halt, and Dad phoned, cause it's on the news everything – he was crying! It's been a mess, and what happened? I mean, what really happened? Where were you?"
Martha glanced once more to where she had last seen the Doctor, Rose and the strange blue telephone box, but they were no longer there.
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Rose reached the console room after grabbing a nice warm cup of tea that the Doctor had so efficiently prepared for her. She took a sip, and sat down with a welcome sigh on the bench.
"It's just so good to be home," she whispered, a happy, contented expression on her face.
"It's good to have you home," replied the Doctor with a happy smile, sitting down beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Rose leaned into him, her head resting against his shoulder and neck.
The TARDIS beeped an affirmative and Rose smiled in appreciation.
"Mm, I have a gift for you, Shiver," whispered the Doctor against her head, and Rose moved away for him to stand up. "Be right back," he promised, and darted out of the room. Rose leaned back against the couch, just listening to the soft mechanical buzz. In a few minutes he was back. "Here we are!" he declared with a grin. He carefully laid the wrapped cylinder shaped gift in her hands.
Rose blinked, and then began to unravel it. She gasped, absolutely delighted. It was a sonic screwdriver, based on the Doctor's own. She stared up at him with a slow smile.
He grinned back, delighting in her reaction. "Check it out." He tossed her a glass coke bottle that had been broken in half. Rose grinned and clicked it to the appropriate setting, grateful she had begged him to give her a basic lesson in sonic screwdrivering. With the usual, delightful buzz, Rose found out that the light was not blue, but a vibrant green – the green like Yoda's lightsaber. A bright, soothing green. She loved it.
Rose threw her arms around the Doctor's neck. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Thank you for saving my life," he whispered back, kissing her cheek slowly.
"Yes, about that…"
Rose leaned back to look him in the face. "Yes, about that," she agreed, pressing a finger to his lips. "I would love it if you gave her a ride in the TARDIS as a thank you," she murmured, fluttering her eyelashes.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. Just his luck. When he had finally found his Rose again, she wanted to bring someone else on board! He looked once more into her face, and saw those beautiful, gorgeous eyes. How could he refuse? He couldn't win. He sighed. "One trip," he told her firmly, wagging his forefinger in front of her nose as she giggled. "Just one trip as a thank you."
"Thank you," she whispered before firmly kissing him… and he knew he had made the right decision. "She needs some adventure in her life. Besides… you'll be outnumbered." She gave him her stick-out-tongue-cheeky-smile.
"Wait till she's gone," he hissed back, voice deep and sensual as he lowered his face closer to hers. Rose stilled. "Then you'll be outnumbered…" Rose squeaked and dashed off the couch, tucking her new sonic screwdriver in her front pocket of the comfortable jeans she had changed into upon arrival on the TARDIS. She ran into the corridor, the Doctor in hot pursuit.
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Martha sat in her own room, applying mascara and listening to the radio at the same time. "Eyewitness reports from the Royal Hope Hospital continue to pour in, and it all seems to be remarkably consistent. This from the medical student Oliver Morgenstern…"
Morgenstern came on the air. "I was there. I saw it happen. And I feel uniquely privileged. I looked out at the surface of the moon. I saw the Earth, suspended in space, and it all just proves Mr. Saxon right. We're not alone in the Universe. There's life out there… wild and extraordinary life."
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It was later, much later, and the party was in full swing. That is, until…
Annalise stormed out of the building. "I am not prepared to be insulted!" she cried angrily. Clive followed her outside.
"She didn't mean it, sweetheart…she just said you look healthy!" he whined after her.
"No, I did not!" shouted Francine, stepping out into the night. "I said 'orange'!"
Annalise turned back to Clive. "Clive, that woman is disrespecting me – she's never liked me!"
"Oh, and I can't think why," hissed Francine sarcastically. "After you stole my husband!!"
"I was seduced!" protested Annalise. "I'm entirely innocent! Tell her, Clive!"
"And then she has a go at Martha, practically accusing her of making the whole thing up!!" continued Francine, furious.
"Mum, I don't mind – just leave it," said Martha softly, leaning against the wall of the building.
"Oh, 'I've been to the moon!'" scoffed Annalise. "As if! They were drugged. It said so on the news!"
"Since when did you watch the news?!?" sniffed Francine. "You can't handle "Quiz Mania"!!!!"
Tish nudged Martha. "Annalise started it, she did. I heard her."
Leo sighed. "Don't make it worse."
"You're talking, Leo," snapped Tish. "What did she buy you – soap? A seventy-five pence soap?"
"Oh, I'm NEVER talking to your family again!" Annalise stormed off.
"Oh, stay. Have a night out!" yelled Francine after her.
Clive followed Annalise. "Don't you dare! I'm putting my foot down! This is me, putting my foot down!!"
"Dad!" called Leo.
Everyone started talking at once, chasing after Clive and Annalise, except for Martha. She stood against the wall still, distressed. Suddenly the Doctor and Rose peered around the corner. They smiled mysteriously before gesturing for her to follow them. Martha did so, and found them standing, leaning against a big, blue box. A familiar big blue box.
"I went to the moon today," said Martha simply.
"Bit more peaceful than down here," agreed Rose with a small, sympathetic smile.
"You never even told me who you were." Martha turned to the Doctor. "What sort of species? I mean, it's not every day I get to ask that."
"I'm a Time Lord," the Doctor told her.
"Right!" she replied, "Not pompous at all then."
The Doctor grinned. "I just thought… well," he gestured to Rose – "we just thought that since you saved my life and all that, plus we both 'ave new sonic screwdrivers which both need road testing – you might fancy a trip."
"What, into space?" asked Martha with a look of sheer disbelief on her face.
"I can't! I've got exams, I've got things to do, I have to into town first thing to pay the rent, I've got my family going mad – "
"If it helps," interrupted the Doctor with a solemn face, "I can travel in time as well."
"Get out of here," said Martha.
"I can!" defended the Doctor.
Rose grinned at her. "That's what got me, too."
The Doctor grinned at both of them. "I can prove it." Rose walked over to stand beside Martha as the Doctor vanished into the TARDIS. They both heard the whirring and grating noise of the engines, and it vanished, much to Martha's surprise and shock.
She turned to Rose, eyes wide with disbelief. "He… he just… he just left you!! You're stranded! What you gonna do – "
Suddenly the TARDIS came back and the Doctor stepped out, holding his tie in his hand. "Told you!" he said proudly.
"I know, but… that was this morning! But – did you… OH – you can travel in time!"
The Doctor put his tie back on, a bored expression now on his face.
"But hold on – if you could see me this morning – why didn't you tell me not to go into work?" demanded Martha.
"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden, apparently," explained Rose.
"…Except for cheap tricks," added Doctor with a sheepish smile on his face. Rose reached over and jabbed him lightly in the ribs.
"Oi, mate, you never did that for me!"
"Rather, I tried to impress you with my oral fixation and driving abilities," the Doctor told Rose with a secretive smile.
Rose snorted with laughter. "What driving abilities?? More like crash 'n burn abilities!!" The Doctor looked mildly offended.
"And that's your spaceship?" asked Martha, going up close to the TARDIS.
"Called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension In Space."
"Your spaceship's made of wood." Rose and the Doctor shared a small smile. "There's not much room," continued Martha. "Three of us… we'd be a bit intimate."
Rose pushed the door open. "Take a look," she told her.
Martha ran in, then a few moments ran back out again. Once she was out, the Doctor and the Rose walked up the gangway and leaned against railings on either side of the doors, facing each other, arms crossed.
"Oh, no, no." Martha looked round the outside. "But it's just a box. It's huge! How does it do that? It's wood!" She knocked on the outside. "It's like a box with that room just… rammed in!"
The Doctor and Rose both rolled their eyes and mouthed the words with Martha, "It's bigger on the inside."
"Is it?" asked the Doctor with fake surprise.
"I hadn't noticed," said Rose dryly. "Have you, Doctor?"
"Can't say I have, Rose," answered the Doctor, adapting her same tone of voice.
Rose pulled the door shut as Martha ran back in. "All right then, let's get going."
"Is this everyone?" asked Martha turning round and eying the two. "Just you two?"
"Just us two," confirmed the Doctor. "We're all we need." He threw Rose a cheeky grin. He turned back to Martha. "Just once trip."
"Fine, but do you two mind what you're doing round here? I mean, I don't mind you two in a relationship and all… but could you be a little less… intimate round me maybe? Like, don't shag when I'm in the room…"
Rose and the Doctor burst out laughing.
"What?" asked Martha. "What did I say?"
"We wouldn't do that in a million years," the Doctor informed her grinning. "So not to worry."
"Right… just when you kissed her…"
"That was a genetic transfer – but I did mean every iota of it," answered the Doctor, grinning over at Rose.
"Was still pretty passionate…"
"Right, we'll try to restrain ourselves around you," said Rose with a solemn face.
The Doctor gave a chuckle.
"Actually…" began Rose with a sly grin on her face, "If you will wear a tight suit…" she murmured suggestively as she came up to the Doctor and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind.
The Doctor groaned. "Now… Don't!"
"And then if you travel all the way round the universe just to ask her on a date…" continued Martha, getting into the swing of it. She and Rose exchanged sly grins.
"Stop it," said the Doctor firmly, though there was a twinkle in his eye.
"You know you like it!" exclaimed Martha as Rose winked at her.
The Doctor sighed. "Yeah," he admitted.
Rose and Martha exploded into laughter before Rose gently kissed the back of his neck. "Aww, poor Doctor… getting teased by us all," she murmured with a wide grin.
"Right, who wants to go into the past?" the Doctor interrupted.
Rose and Martha exchanged another grin. "Oh, this is going to be fun," said Rose.
"Oh, yes," agreed Martha. She paused, then said, "I like you, Rose Tyler."
"I like you too, Martha Jones." They reached over the console and shook hands, still grinning insanely.
The Doctor wisely kept his mouth shut.
"It's my pleasure."
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A/N: Guess what I did today instead of writing this? Watched the rest of The Matrix trilogy! Oh WOW did I have a headache after! I never want to hear the words "Matrix" and "The One" for a LONG time.