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Rose – Part 4
Rose stared at the box in absolute astonishment.
There was no way that she could possibly have seen what she just thought she had.
The blonde girl rubbed her eyes, as if believing them to be playing tricks on her, before she glanced through the box's doorway again.
It was still just as impossible.
Lost for words, Rose circled around the outside of the box, pressing against the sides and the back wall of it, just to check they were really there.
It was still possible that this was all some bizarre magic trick or an illusion of some sort.
Except it wasn't.
The walls were all really there.
Rose stared wide-eyed, in sheer disbelief, at the thing.
The inside of it was completely impossible!
Completely flabbergasted and lost for words, Rose jumped as a booming bang echoed around her, as a small hole tore its way through the metal door behind her.
Turning, she gasped in fear as she saw the clone of Mickey reaching through, swiping at the air as it tried to shatter the door.
It would only be a matter of seconds before it was through.
Rose frantically looked around in desperation.
There had to be some way of escaping it that didn't involve that bizarre blue box thing.
Dread settled in Rose's stomach.
There was no other way out.
Steeling her nerves and taking a deep breath, Rose charged into the impossible box, slamming the door shut behind her.
"It's gonna follow us!" she cried in warning.
Further inside the impossible room, the Doctor was at the console, wiring 'Mickey's' head into some machinery so that he'd be able to run some tests on it, hopeful that it would lead them back to its creator.
Martha meanwhile was leaning with her back against one of the coral-like struts, looking at Rose with a somewhat calculating expression on her face.
The medical student wasn't going to lie.
Martha was very curious about Rose's initial reaction to the interior of the Tardis.
She knew that she ought to be offering the other girl some kind words of comfort, but Martha just couldn't help it.
The future version of the Doctor - Martha's version of him - had pretty much turned Rose Tyler into a mystery of an engima wrapped up in a legend, all with just barely saying two words about her.
So needless to say, now that she'd been given this opportunity, Martha was eager to learn all she could about the companion that came before her, and the Doctor that came before her own come to mention it.
It was for that reason that Martha was keeping very quiet.
She didn't want to do anything that might change Rose's initial impression and reaction to the Tardis and to the Doctor being an alien.
Martha didn't know if such a change would alter the future in any way, and to be perfectly honest, she wasn't keen to find out.
Thankfully, the Doctor chose to reply to Rose's warning about the clone, which saved Martha from having to say anything that could potentially ruin this critical moment.
"The assembled hoards of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and believe me, they've tried" the Doctor said proudly, still working at the console without even sparing poor Rose a glance, "Now, shut up a minute".
Martha couldn't refrain from rolling her eyes.
Smooth Doctor, she thought to herself, real smooth.
One thing that Martha had noticed about this version of the Doctor was that he was quite distant. Or at least more distant than her version of the Doctor.
At least her Doctor had spared her looks, even if sometimes she got the impression he was seeing Rose instead of her.
"You see, the arm is too simple, but the head's perfect" he explained happily.
Martha noticed that Rose wasn't really listening though.
Instead, she was just looking around in amazement.
"I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right" the Doctor said, spinning around and giving Rose his full attention now.
"Where do you want to start?" he asked her.
Martha eyed Rose intently.
"Um... the inside's bigger than the outside?" Rose said slowly, sounding like she asking a question and not making a statement.
"Yes" the Doctor nodded.
"It's alien" Rose immediately deduced.
Martha raised her eyebrows, impressed at how easily Rose was seemingly accepting it.
So far, the girl was taking all this extremely well.
"Yup" the Doctor nodded again.
"Are you alien?" Rose asked, not fearfully or panicking, just… curiously.
"Yes…" he nodded, before asking, "Is that alright?"
"Yeah" Rose said, nodding quickly.
Martha couldn't help but smile at how bravely Rose was taking all this in her stride. When Martha had met the Doctor, she'd needed absolute proof before she'd believed him, and that was even after hearing his twin heartbeats.
"It's called the TARDIS, this thing. T-A-R-D-I-S, that's Time And Relative Dimension In Space" the Doctor explained.
Rose couldn't hold it back anymore, and let out a choked sob.
Martha felt sympathy for her.
It could be a lot to take in from time to time, especially in the beginning.
"That's okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us" the Doctor told her kindly.
Martha was about to go over to the other girl and offer her some comfort. Before she could however, Rose said something that shocked Martha enough to root her to the spot.
"Did they kill him? Mickey?" Rose asked, almost in tears, "Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?"
The Doctor blinked in surprise.
Martha looked at Rose in shock.
Assuming that this 'Mickey' bloke was the man that had been cloned, Martha couldn't help but be surprised that he was her first thought now rather than the alien machine she was inside of.
Maybe the blonde was even more of a kind, caring person than Martha had originally thought.
"Oh... I didn't think of that" the Doctor admitted.
Martha saw to her annoyance that he looked a bit confused as to why he should have thought of that.
Apparently, Rose had seen it too, and was none to happy about it.
"He's my boyfriend" Rose snapped at him, "You pulled off his head, they copied him and you didn't even think? And now you're just going to let him melt?!"
The Doctor and Martha both whirled on the spot.
On the console, the head was melting and bubbling away.
"Oh no!" Martha cried in alarm, "Hurry up Doctor! We might not get another chance!"
The Doctor was already at the controls, working furiously.
"I know! Come on girl… oh, no no no no no NO!" he shouted, running frantically around the console, pressing buttons and pulling levers.
"What're you doing?!" Rose demanded angrily.
That anger soon faded into alarm however as the entire room began shaking, the column thing in the centre of the weird room moving up and down in time with the wheezing sound of the engines.
"Reviving the signal, it's fading! Wait I've got it... Oh no no no no no no NO!" the Doctor shouted again as it started fading faster.
"Come on Doctor!" Martha yelled encouragingly.
"Almost there! Almost there! Here we go!" the Doctor cried.
The engines stopped and the room stilled.
Within seconds, the Doctor and Martha were running for the doors.
"You can't go out there, it's not safe!" Rose yelled after them in warning.
When they didn't stop, the blonde sighed before following them outside, only to stop and stare around in awe.
Her jaw dropped wide open.
They weren't near the restaurant anymore.
In fact, they were miles away, on the other side of the city!
What the hell?
"I lost the signal, I got so close" the Doctor was grumbling angrily.
"Never mind, at least we know it's around here somewhere" Martha reassured him.
Rose was alarmed to see that neither of them were freaking out.
Just who the hell were these people?!
"We've moved! Does it fly?" Rose asked nervously.
"Disappears there, reappears here, you wouldn't understand" the Doctor told her in frustration.
Martha narrowed her eyes at him.
Whilst she could understand his frustration, taking it out on Rose was unacceptable - especially since Martha herself had more right to feel threatened by the other girl and was so far getting on well with her.
"But if we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing?" Rose couldn't help but ask, "It's still on the loose".
Martha stared at her.
There it was again.
That concern about everything and everyone.
Not that long ago, Martha had really resented Rose, because she honestly believed that the girl had just swanned off and left the Doctor high and dry with two broken hearts.
But after meeting Rose for herself, Martha felt guilty for ever thinking that.
It was obvious to her now that Rose had such a kind heart, so unless she had turned into a completely different person, there was no way that the girl before her would just walk off and leave the Doctor to his misery.
Which led Martha to one conclusion.
Something had forced Rose to leave the Doctor.
It was the only thing that made sense.
But what was it?
"It melted with the head" the Doctor snapped at Rose, dragging Martha's consciousness back to the present, "Are you going to witter on all night?"
"Oi!" Martha hit his arm, "Manners don't cost anything you know".
The Doctor huffed, but looked a little sheepish.
"Sorry" he muttered to Rose.
The girl in question though wasn't paying him any attention.
Instead she was staring off into space, a distraught look on her face.
"I'll have to tell his mother…" Rose choked out, tears forming.
Feeling a pang of sympathy, Martha walked over to her, and lightly squeezed her arm.
"He might still be alive" she whispered comfortingly, "We don't know anything for sure yet".
Rose looked at her, eyes wide with hope.
"Do you really think so?" she gasped.
She didn't want to offer the girl false hope, but until they knew for sure, who could say?
"It's possible" Martha replied.
Rose hoped with all her heart that Martha was right.
"What are you two going on about?" the Doctor huffed impatiently.
Anger instantly took over Rose's face, and she whirled on the spot to glare at him, eyes burning with fury.
"Mickey! We're talking about Mickey, and about whether he's alive or not!" Rose seethed, just about ready to punch him, "And you just went and forgot him, again!"
The Doctor merely rolled his eyes, completely unconcerned.
Rose couldn't believe that someone could be so cold.
Martha eyed them both nervously, sensing a fight coming on. She'd witnessed enough between her parents to know the signs after all.
"You were right, you are alien!" Rose snapped at him.
The blonde then turned on the spot, about to storm away and leave them to it.
She had barely taken a step however before the Doctor was arguing back.
"Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey…" he started angrily, before Rose cut him off.
"Yeah, he's not a kid" she shouted at the Time Lord.
"It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, alright?!" he challenged.
"Alright?!" Rose almost swelled in outrage.
"Yes! It is!" he fumed.
Rose shook her head in utter disbelief.
"Actually, no it's not!" Martha found herself yelling before her mind even processed her mouth was moving, "Rose's boyfriend clearly means a lot to her, and no life is less important than anybody else's, have you got that?!"
The Doctor's jaw dropped.
Rose's eyes widened.
Martha breathed heavily to calm herself down.
The Doctor was shocked at how suddenly she had jumped into the row, and Rose was surprised that a girl she barely knew was so heatedly defending her.
Martha herself looked stunned as well.
The Doctor looked torn for a moment, before he turned back to Rose.
"Sorry" he muttered.
Rose nodded, accepting his apology, before another question popped into her head.
"If you are an alien, then how comes you sound like you're from the North?" she asked curiously.
Martha smiled in relief, glad for the change of topic.
She really had no idea what had come over her there, considering that the argument really wasn't any of her business.
She had just wanted the Doctor to be less... cold, and to act a bit more like her Doctor.
"Lots of planets have a North" he said, still sounding worked up, and he folded his arms indignantly and looked away.
Rose stared at him, before her eyes landed on the Tardis.
"What's a police public call box?" she wanted to know.
"It's a telephone box from the 1950s" Martha informed her with a small smile.
"It's a disguise" the Doctor said fondly, patting the Tardis doors and grinning again.
Martha was pleased to see he was calming down now.
Rose smiled and shook her head at his actions.
"Okay. And this living plastic, what's it got against us?" Rose asked, getting them back to the matter at hand.
She had tried to get answers out of them earlier and had been unsuccessful, but now, now this directly involved her.
Her boyfriend had been used against her and could be dead.
This time, Rose wasn't leaving without her answers.
"Nothing, it loves you. You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air... perfect" the Doctor explained, whilst Martha and Rose both listened intently, "Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs. It's food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth... dinner!"
Martha listened eagerly, knowing that by this time tomorrow, the city would have been attacked.
But now she was finally learning the reason why.
It was clearing up so many things that her Doctor had never told her about, and Martha just couldn't help but let her mind wander to all those other alien incursions Earth had witnessed over the past few years... or should that be next few?... and the reasons behind them.
"Any way of stopping it?" Rose asked weakly, still not sounding scared, just uneasy.
Martha admired her guts.
Grinning, the Doctor produced a tube of blue liquid from his jacket pocket.
"Anti-plastic!" he beamed.
"Anti-plastic?" Rose stared at him.
"Anti-plastic!" the Doctor confirmed, before looking around thoughtfully, "But first I've got to find it. How can you hide something that big in a city this small?"
Martha raised an eyebrow.
Since when was London small?
"Wait a moment, back up, hide what?" Martha was the one to ask.
He hadn't mentioned anything about the plastic dummies hiding anything!
"The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal" the Doctor explained, looking between the two women.
"What's it look like?" Rose asked curiously.
"Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London" he babbled on, pacing around agitatedly, looking around for some kind of clue.
Martha and Rose were both thinking hard, wondering if perhaps they'd seen anything like that and not realised it at the time.
"A huge circular metal structure... like a dish..." the Doctor turned to face them.
Rose looked over his shoulder at something, and frowning, Martha copied the girl's action, her own eyes widening as it clicked into place.
"Like a wheel. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible" the Doctor shrugged.
He was completely oblivious to what was standing as bold as brass behind him.
Martha and Rose both stared past him.
"What?" he asked upon noticing their expressions.
Martha didn't say anything, whilst Rose nodded towards the London Eye, a structure which fit every single one of the Doctor's search criteria.
He whirled around, only to look back at them, still not getting it.
"What?" he asked.
"Look" Martha told him and he turned again.
Seconds later, he turned back to them, still confused.
"What is it? What?" the Doctor demanded, getting impatient.
Rose and Martha just stared at each other.
Then promptly burst into a fit of giggles.
"God, you can't see pass the end of your nose" Martha laughed.
"But then again, it must be hard considering its size" Rose giggled.
The Doctor looked highly offended.
Martha and Rose looked at each other and smiled.
Maybe they didn't know each other very well, and perhaps this wasn't a normal situation to meet people in, but both of the girls felt that something akin to friendship might be building between them.
The Doctor huffed, turned around again, and finally it clicked.
"Oh..." he said in realisation, staring at the London Eye before grinning like a lunatic, "Fantastic!"
Moments later, they were off running again.
As they were halfway across London Bridge however, Martha frowned when she noticed that the Doctor and Rose were now holding hands.
Her and the Doctor had never done that!
They'd hug, but the holding hands thing, they had never done that.
That really stung.
It just proved that, in Martha's mind at least, the Doctor really had loved Rose.
He may not now, but if they'd held hands like this all the time, it made sense that he wouldn't hold someone else's hand because it reminded him painfully of Rose.
He really had loved her.
She had thought, maybe it was just because he couldn't have her… but it wasn't, it had been love.
And that killed her.
Still, Martha refused to act like a jealous bitch over this.
Rose had done nothing wrong by getting there first, and it went against Martha's principles to treat her badly for something she'd had no control over.
Still, Martha was glad to have something else to think about when they skidded to a stop at the foot of the London Eye.
"Think of it. Plastic, all over the world. Every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables…" the Doctor began listing.
"The breast implants" Rose added cheekily.
Martha couldn't help but giggle at the mental image that created.
"Still, we've found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath" the Doctor mused aloud.
Martha looked around for a clue.
Rose ran over to the side of the bridge and peered down towards the water, spotting a manhole at the foot of the wall they were standing near.
"What about down here?" she called over to them.
The Doctor and Martha hurried over to join her.
"Looks good to me" the Doctor smirked.
"Great, into the sewers again" Martha grumbled in annoyance.
Rose gave her a funny look.
"You've been in the sewers before?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Long story" Martha waved her off.
The Doctor gave her a significant look, before he shrugged it off. He started leading the way down to the manhole cover, the girls trailing after him.
When they reached the manhole, the Doctor crouched down and used the sonic to open it, before removing the lid.
Martha peered down the hole.
A crimson light was shining, and smoke poured out. There was a ladder leading down into the underground area.
Martha sighed in dismay as the Doctor went down, swiftly followed by Rose.
This was twice now that he'd led her into the sewers.
When she got back to her own time, she really might just kill him this time.
Martha climbed down too, and found herself in a gigantic underground stone chamber. It was filled with smoke and red lights, and had pipes and railing and chains everywhere. It was set out on various different levels, and as her eyes drifted to the centre, Martha gasped when she spotted a huge, orangish yellow wobbling liquidated life-form in a large vat.
"What the hell is that?" Martha asked nervously.
She pointed weakly at the bizarre creature.
"The Nestene Consciousness, that's it, inside the vat. A living, plastic creature" the Doctor explained quietly as not to alert the creature to their presence.
"Well, then. Tip in your anti-plastic and let's go" Rose said casually.
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"I'm not here to kill it. I've got to give it a chance" he told her firmly.
Was that all they were good for at times?
Killing without giving the aliens a chance?
Still, he wasn't much better.
The killer of his own kind.
The trio silently walked down some of the cold iron steps.
The Doctor leant over the railings to address the Consciousness.
"I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract. According to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation" he said calmly to it.
Martha looked at him with wide eyes.
Did he really expect that to work?
Just… talking to it!
She didn't necessarily agree with Rose on killing the thing, but the Doctor's idea was just… idiotic.
As if responding, the Consciousness globbered around in its vat, roaring in some bizarre alien language.
Shouldn't the Tardis have been translating it for her and Rose to be able to understand?
"Thank you. That I might have permission to approach?" the Doctor requested.
As the creature consented, Martha spun around when she heard the clattering of feet against the grated floor, and saw Rose running towards a guy she hadn't noticed before.
Martha's eyes widened when she saw who it was.
It was Mickey, the guy that the duplicate dummy in the restaurant had been modelled on.
Martha was trying her best not to look too intently at the man, but boy was he hot!
Too bad Rose had got there first... again.
Shaking her head, Martha turned back to the Doctor.
"Oh, my God! Mickey! It's okay! It's alright!" she heard Rose reassuring Mickey behind her.
"That thing down there, the liquid, Rose, it can talk!" Mickey whimpered.
"You're stinking! Doctor, they kept him alive!" Rose called to the Doctor, who was now walking down towards the creature.
Martha sighed in annoyance.
If it was a choice between staying up here out of harm's way or going down with the Doctor to make sure he had back-up, she'd always go with the latter.
With resignation in her heart, Martha followed him down the stairs.
"Yeah, that was always a possibility. Keep him alive to maintain the copy" the Doctor shrugged.
Rose glared at him, outraged.
"You knew that and you never said?" she scowled at him.
"Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you" the Doctor rolled his eyes.
He and Martha continued their trek down.
"Tetchy" Martha commented quietly, so Rose and Mickey wouldn't hear.
"There's more important things to think about here" the Doctor grumbled in response.
"Maybe, but would it really be too 'domestic' to have given her a little hope?" Martha glowered at him.
Once again Martha found herself defending a girl she didn't even know.
Why did she keep doing that?
Actually, she knew exactly why.
Because even though Martha loved the Doctor too, she wasn't going to try and turn him against Rose.
She'd seen the pain that that had caused when her father had had an affair with Annalise, she'd seen how broken her mother had been before she dug deep and found the strength to carry on.
Martha had promised herself then, she would never be 'the other woman'.
And she intended to keep that promise.
Martha and the Doctor reached the landing just before the Consciousness, and behind them, Rose had helped Mickey to his feet so the two of them could watch over the railings.
"Am I addressing the Consciousness?" the Doctor asked the liquid creature.
It roared a response at him.
"Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilization by means of warped, shunt technology. So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?" the Doctor smirked at him little joke.
The plastic creature globbered angrily in what appeared to be a negative manner.
Martha really wished she could understand what it was saying.
"Oh don't give me that, it's an invasion! Plain and simple! Don't talk about constitutional rights!" the Doctor frowned.
The creature roared again.
"I - am - talking!" the Doctor boomed indignantly, "This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learnt how to walk, but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you on their behalf - please, just go".
The Doctor hadn't noticed that two plastic dummies were creeping up behind him.
Fortunately, Martha had.
"Doctor!" she shouted in warning, pointing madly behind him.
He spun around, only for the two dummies to grab his arms and secure him.
Martha was about to rush over to help him, when suddenly two arms shot out from behind her and grabbed her too.
She yelped and tried to struggle, but it was no good.
They were simply too strong.
To make matters worse, one of the dummies holding the Doctor rummaged through his pockets, and pulled out the anti-plastic.
"That was just insurance! I wasn't going to use it" the Doctor tried to defend himself.
The creature wasn't having any of it.
"I was not attacking you. I'm here to help. I'm not your enemy. I swear, I'm not... what do you mean?" the Doctor asked, suddenly sounding nervous.
Martha was worried over what had caused him to sound so panicked.
Behind them, at the back wall of the chamber where Rose and Mickey were standing, two doors clanged opened.
Martha closed her eyes in despair.
It was the Tardis.
"Oh, oh no - honestly, no! Yes, that's my ship" the Doctor reluctantly admitted.
The creature roared again, enraged.
"That's not true. I should know, I was there. I fought in the war - it wasn't my fault! I couldn't save your world! I couldn't save any of them!" the Doctor shouted, distraught.
Martha looked at him with pity.
He had only ever told her about the basics of the Time War, but he had never shown so much emotion over it before.
He had always put a mask up, and Martha knew that.
God he had been so broken after Rose had left, and it was becoming more and more clear as the day went on.
Martha couldn't believe how little she actually knew about her friend in the future.
She suddenly felt sick.
How could she have allowed herself to fall for him?
That couldn't have helped him at all, not when he was still grieving for Rose.
Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
In all the time they'd been together, had she actually only been the cause of more pain for her friend?
She was dragged back to present with a bump.
"What's it doing?!" Rose yelled from above them, frightened.
The Doctor looked up at her worriedly.
"It's the TARDIS! The Nestene has identified it as superior technology - it's terrified! It's going to the final base. It's starting the invasion! Get out, Rose! Just leg it! Run!" the Doctor yelled in warning.
But Rose couldn't do it.
Not without warning her mother first, so ignoring the Doctor's pleas, Rose dug out her mobile and dialled Jackie's number.
"Mum?!" she yelled after a few moments.
Once again, Martha was shocked to see just how compassionate Rose really was.
She could have just left, cared only about herself, but there she was, keeping herself in danger to let her mother know to get to safety first.
Rose Tyler truly was something special.
"Oh, there you are, I was just gonna phone. You can get compensation. I said so. I've got this document thing off the police, don't thank me!" Jackie babbled down the phone.
"Where are you, mum?" Rose demanded to know.
"I'm in town" was Jackie's reply.
"No! Go home! Just go home, right now!" Rose ordered bluntly.
Suddenly some static started creeping in over the phone line.
Rose stared at the phone in horror.
Was the Consciousness blocking the signal somehow so she couldn't warn anyone?
"Darling, you're breaking up, look, I'm just going to do a bit of late night shopping. I'll see you later. Tara!" Jackie said cheerfully.
The line went dead.
"Mum?! Mum!" Rose gasped in horror.
She was out there!
Her mother was out there, in danger.
At that moment, the Consciousness began to spark with blue lightning crackling over its body. It shot the lightning up to the ceiling, and the base of the London Eye above them.
Martha knew then that it had started.
It was transmitting the activation signal.
"It's the end of the world..." Rose breathed in terror.
Normally Martha would have agreed with her, but she knew it wasn't.
It couldn't be.
She was proof of that, so how had the Doctor managed to stop this the last time?
How could she help?
"Get out, Rose! Just get out! Run!" the Doctor was still shouting to her.
Rose grabbed Mickey's hand and was about to flee, when suddenly part of the ceiling caved in, destroying the upper staircase, the only way out.
"The stairs have gone!" Rose cried in alarm.
She whirled on the spot and dragged Mickey towards the Tardis, hammering on the door, trying desperately to get in.
"Oh I haven't got the key!" Rose shouted in terrified frustration.
"We're gonna die!" Mickey sobbed fearfully.
Martha felt a lot of sympathy for him.
The poor guy had been kidnapped, cloned, and now he was possibly going to die in a pit.
If she wasn't being restrained, she'd go over there and give him a hug.
Giving up on the Tardis, Rose slowly turned and saw the Doctor struggling to reach the anti-plastic, and saw Martha looking at her imploringly.
Rose's eyes widened, knowing she'd never be able to live with herself if she saved herself by abandoning them.
"Just leave them!" Mickey pleaded in fear.
Rose ignored him.
She had reached her decision.
With her new-found resolve burning through her, Rose raced off towards the far wall.
"There's nothing you can do!" Mickey shouted after her.
Rose reached the wall, where she gathered up an emergency axe in her hands and held it tightly.
"I've got no A Levels. No job. No future" Rose said in despair, before she became emboldened, "But I'll tell you what I have got. Jericho Street Junior School under 7s gymnastic team".
She swung the axe down on a chain, severing it from the wall.
Rose grabbed it, holding it tightly and wrapping it around her body to secure herself.
"I got the bronze!" she announced proudly.
Martha couldn't help the choked laugh that bubbled out of her.
Before anything could stop her, Rose swung across the pit, directly over the Consciousness.
Martha watched her with her mouth hanging open as Rose kicked the dummies holding the Doctor, and knocked them falling into the Consciousness, the Anti-Plastic and all.
Then she surprised Martha even more, because on her way back, Rose used her legs to get the dummies off her too, freeing her.
Martha beamed at her gratefully.
Rose managed to land safely in the Doctor's arms, and they grinned at each other.
Martha's smiled faded.
She could see the way they looked at each other.
Oh, it definitely wasn't love, not yet, but there was a spark there.
A spark that had definitely never been there between her and her Doctor.
Martha's attention was pulled away from the painful sight by an agonised scream from below.
Looking down, she saw the creature squirming and writhing in agony, obviously about to explode.
"Now we're in trouble" the Doctor told them, grabbing Rose's hand and pulling her towards the stairs.
"Martha come on!" Rose screamed back to her.
Martha bolted after them.
The three of them reached the Tardis.
Mickey was still whimpering against it, his eyes tightly shut, but the Doctor just pried him off the box and used his key to open it.
"Come on" Martha said to Mickey gently, startling him as she grasped his shoulders and steered him into the Tardis.
When all four of them were inside, the Doctor slammed the door shut behind them.
A split-second later, there was a monumental BOOM from outside.
Immediately, the Doctor sprinted up to the console and piloted them away, the sounds of the massive explosion outside still ringing in their ears.
"But… it was a box… oh my god… it's bigger on the inside!" Mickey gasped in sheer disbelief.
Rose was too busy catching her breath to offer him much more than a sympathetic look.
Martha on the other hand crouched down beside him.
"I know… but… it's alright… its alien" she tried to calm him, but Mickey just whimpered even more, pressing himself against the doors, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Martha just sighed and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Mickey stared up at her with eyes wide with fear.
But even in his panicked state, Mickey couldn't help but make one observation.
That Martha girl was really fit.
With a small jolt the Tardis landed, and Mickey went flying out the doors, stumbling back before he fell over.
He stilled looked terrified as he backed up against a wall in an alleyway.
Rose and Martha followed him out.
When she saw him, Martha smiled reassuringly at Mickey, going over and putting a comforting arm around him.
Rose meanwhile dug out her mobile, phoning her mother again.
"Rose! Rose! Don't go out of the house, it's not safe!" Jackie cried at her when she answered.
Rose just laughed in relief, so glad to hear her mother's voice again.
"There were all of these things! And they were shooting! And they…" Jackie started to explain, but satisfied that her mother was alive and well, Rose hung up, smiling to herself.
The smile faltered slightly when she noticed Martha comforting her boyfriend though.
"Are you alright Mickey? I mean… I know that was a lot to take in" Rose soothed him.
Martha retracted her arm, getting the hint.
Rose smiled gratefully, realising that Martha wasn't trying to make a move on her man.
Footsteps alerted them to the Doctor standing in the Tardis' doorway.
"Fat lot of good you were" Martha smirked at the Time Lord.
"Nestene Consciousness?" he snapped his fingers, "Easy".
"Yeah right" Martha scoffed in amusement, "Without Rose we'd both be a pile of ash right now, and the human race would have been destroyed".
"She's right! You were useless in there. You'd both be dead if it wasn't for me" Rose smiled teasingly at him.
"Yes, we would. Thank you" the Doctor said to the blonde girl gratefully.
"Yeah" Martha added, "Thanks Rose".
"No trouble" Rose laughed, waving it off.
"Right then! I'll be off! Unless, uh… I don't know… you could come with me" the Doctor suddenly offered.
Rose gasped in shock.
Martha just looked down at the ground sadly.
She had known that this was the moment when Rose would begin her travels with the Doctor.
And although she was knew Rose wasn't at fault, she still knew what was going to happen, how pained the Doctor would be, and it was all about to start at that very moment.
"This box isn't just a London hopper, you know, it goes anywhere in the universe free of charge" the Doctor tried to entice Rose.
"Don't! He's an alien! He's a thing!" Mickey shouted fearfully, clinging to Rose's legs.
"He's not invited. What do you think? You could stay here and fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go, uh... anywhere" the Doctor told her.
He made it sound so wonderful, so brilliant in comparison to an ordinary human life.
"Is it always this dangerous?" Rose asked him.
Martha noted with a hint of pride that she wasn't afraid, just interested.
"Yeah" the Doctor nodded.
Mickey tightened his grasp on Rose's legs.
Martha smiled slightly at the sight.
Mickey might be a bit of a coward, but he seemed really sweet. A little dorky, but sweet all the same.
"Yeah, I can't… I've um… gotta go and find my mum and um… someone's gotta look after this stupid lump… so…" Rose said, trying to be nonchalant.
She wasn't very good at it.
The desire to go with them was written all over her face.
The Doctor looked very disappointed.
"Okay. See you around. Martha? You coming?" he asked her.
Martha nodded, quickly making her way inside.
Internally however, Martha was very concerned.
The Doctor looked at Rose for one more moment, before he closed the door and sighed, rushing up to the console and piloting them off into the vortex.
Martha noticed how dejected he looked, and so she slowly approached his side.
She didn't understand it.
The Doctor had told her beyond a shadow of a doubt that he and Rose had travelled together, so why the hell wasn't she coming?
Martha wondered if her presence had somehow altered things.
But things couldn't be left like this.
She took a deep breath, steeling her nerve for what she knew had to be done.
What she had to do.
In order to preserve her own personal timeline, Martha had to convince the Doctor to go back, and then, she had to convince Rose to come with them.
Her heart clenched in agony at the thought.
That was it, she decided.
She couldn't take anymore, not after this.
Making that choice, to preserve the timeline over her own feelings, that was when Martha made the ultimate decision.
Martha Jones was officially giving up on the Doctor once and for all.
Convincing him to go back to the girl who's shadow Martha had lived in for months now was just too much to get past.
Not even a man like the Doctor was worth this shattering heartbreak.
Allowing none of her emotions to show on her face, Martha turned to the Doctor, putting on a stoic mask.
"Hey… you know something?" she asked him softly, "I don't think she was fully decided".
She was hurting, oh god she was hurting.
Her heart felt like it was fracturing into pieces, but Martha knew that some day, the pain would die, and she would get over him.
She'd have to.
Not just for the Doctor and Rose, but for herself as well.
She deserved to be loved by someone who loved her back, and not by someone that kept her in the shadow of another woman.
The Doctor turned to her, smiling sadly at her.
"I only ask once" he told her.
"Well, maybe you ought to make an exception" Martha growled at him sternly.
She was not putting her own feelings aside just to have him argue with her.
He was going back to Rose whether he liked it or not!
"But what about you? I thought you wanted to go home. Even if Rose comes, which I doubt, are you ok with putting it off for a couple of adventures?" the Doctor asked her.
Martha shook her head at him in annoyance.
He was not using that as an excuse.
He was not going to use her as his scapegoat.
"It's fine. I love the travelling anyway, so yeah, it's fine, I don't mind travelling with the two of you for a bit. Then you can figure out how to send me home" Martha told him firmly.
If she was being honest, yes, yes she did mind.
Very much in fact.
The last thing Martha wanted to do was travel with the Doctor and Rose, watching them be together whilst she gave up on him, but she really had no choice.
Without Rose going with them, it would cause a massive paradox.
That wasn't something Martha could ignore.
"But how do I convince her?' the Doctor asked her, sounding afraid of being turned down again.
Martha's eyes widened.
Her Doctor had been so confident in everything, but that tone, that expression… it was so… human.
It shocked her more than she could say to see The Doctor like that.
"Well, you didn't tell her it travels though time as well as space" Martha reminded him.
The Doctor's mouth dropped open, before he smacked himself in the forehead for not remembering that.
He beamed at Martha and pulled her into a hug.
Her heart tugged painfully.
A second later, the Time Lord was piloting the Tardis, right back to a few seconds after they had just left.
He dashed over to the door and threw it wide open, seeing Rose turn back, having been walking away with Mickey.
"By the way, did I mention, it also travels in time?" he beamed at her, just knowing that would work.
He then backed away inside, leaving the door open for her.
Martha stared at his back.
A single tear trailed down her cheek.
Outside, Rose smiled, before she turned to Mickey, who was staring down at her, silently pleading with her not to go.
"Thanks" she told him sincerely.
"Thanks for what?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Exactly" she smiled gently.
She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and run over to the Tardis, the brightest smile lining her face as she slipped inside and closed the door behind her, off to go see the universe.
Off into a whole new adventure.
And that's the end of the first episode!
Aww... poor Martha, being forced to give up on the Doctor once and for all. I know some of you might be confused as to why that happened so early on in the story, but the whole point of this story isn't to pair Martha with the Doctor. It's so she can understand him better, and move on with her own life and get her own romantic interest along the way.
That's why I wanted her to give up on him right from the off so I can develop her further as a character : )
Martha and Mickey both felt a tiny attraction to each other : ) I wanted to drop that in here because I've got plans for when the Doctor, Rose, and Martha return to London later on : )
But enough about that. Thank you for reading this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave a review on your way out : )
Until the next time, keep on reading : )