My first OFFICIAL Martha fic! :) Hope you enjoy it! I mean, I'm not an obsessed Rose/Ten fan or a Martha/Ten fan, I love Martha AND Rose (Weird, isn't it?), so please enjoy!

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"Rise and shine, Doctor Jones!" the Doctor cried, rapping against Martha's bedroom door. Martha groaned and turned over in her bed.

"Go away," she moaned. She was so tired. How would you feel if you had to run for six hours straight last night from sonic-speed frog-legged aliens???

"C'mon, Martha! I got something to show ya!" the Doctor's voice sounded more obnoxiously peppy and bubbly than usual.

Martha groaned, and dragged herself out of bed. She jammed her feet into her slippers, and casually threw on her pink bathrobe over her blue plaid pajamas. She pulled her dark hair back into a sloppy bun, washing her face and scrubbing her teeth. On normal days, she'd try to impress the Doctor with her exotic beauty, but today, she just wanted to tick him off.

But as she entered the console room, it was apparent that the Doctor didn't mind sloppy morning dress.

"Good morning, Martha!" the Doctor exclaimed, thrusting a mug of cold, orange juice into her reluctant hand. He threw a piece of toast in the air, expecting her to catch it, instead Martha just let it hit the floor with a silent "thud".

"Okkkaay," he said, awkwardly. He swayed back and forth. "Now, I know you're angry about last night… but I plan to make it up to you!"

"Oh joy, Lord, shine me the light," Martha said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

The Doctor was not shifted by her dry remark and instead continued just as hyper, "I will teach you today how to activate the video cam on the TARDIS!"

Martha perked up. The Doctor, showing her how to do something with the TARDIS? She was shocked enough when he gave her the TARDIS key, so this must mean this was a step up.

"How many TARDIS keys d'ya have?" Martha suddenly asked the Doctor then giving her a puzzled look.

"Well I can make spare ones any time! In fact, I gave one to…" his voice trailed off, and the silence in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Doctor, who was this… Rose?" Martha asked.

The Doctor cleared his throat, and said, "She was a--um, friend of mine. I gave her the TARDIS key too…" he stopped, looked at her for a moment, and suddenly continued just as happy as before, "Anyway, the TARDIS has a video camera that records certain events. The TARDIS is of course, alive, and she records whatever she feels like. For example…" he coughed, then said loudly, "Please show us a random clip of your choice. From your favorites please."

A whirring noise spun in the air, and suddenly on the console screen popped a picture of a blonde girl with thick, black mascara bordering her eyes eating the Doctor's face off.

"Yep, still got it," the Doctor from then said, after the girl broke away, he rubbing his head awkwardly.

"Um, new clip please!" the Doctor quickly said, as he looked at Martha's "oh no you didn't" look. The TARDIS seemed to let out a laugh, and then chose a new clip. This time, it was the Doctor and a redhead middle-aged lady in a wedding dress. The Doctor was rambling off about something, then the lady slapped him.

"Quite the charmer, huh Doctor?" Martha said, cockily. She put her hands on her hips and stared the Doctor in the eye. "So what about me? How many were there before me then, huh? And where are they now?" She narrowed her eyes at him, and he quickly replied.

"Oh, that redhead that slapped me was Donna Noble. Ended up in my spaceship on her wedding day," the Doctor said, waving his hand in the air in a dismissive way. "Long, long story."

"What about the blonde then?" Martha asked, jutting her chin out.

"Oh, that was, um, Rose," the Doctor quickly said, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew it was the time he had been dreading—the truth. Would Martha leave him if he knew? Would she risk it?

"Well where is she?" Martha demanded to know, tapping her foot impatiently.

The Doctor stared at her narrowed eyes, her crossed arms, her lip slightly pouted. He saw her dark, creamy skin, her raven-colored hair, and her big, beautiful eyes. He blinked, and then he saw blonde hair covering her face in a halo, her big, light brown eyes sparkling with excitement, and her big, pouty lips in a big, stretched smile.

And with that, the Doctor stormed out of the TARDIS console room, and whispered to himself in his own, secure bedroom that he had inhabited for 723 years, "She's gone."

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"Okay, TARDIS," Martha said. "Show me more clips of this 'Rose Tyler'." She spat the name like a fly stuck to her tongue. "In order, please. Okay, let's see what's so great about blondie." She stared at the console screen, and an image of Rose and the Doctor popped up.

"How long are you staying with me?" the Doctor asked.

Rose smiled, and replied, "Forever."

She then saw another clip pop up of Rose being sucked in by some kind of wind, barely holding on to a lever.

"Rose hold on!" the Doctor screamed, desperate, knowing he could do nothing to save her.

She looked on, and another clip.

"Bring me back!" Rose cried, banging on the wall, black tears flowing down her face. "Bring me b-back…"

Martha knew that Rose was stuck in a parallel world—but, how did she get there? And how did the TARDIS get this clip?

"I—I love you," Rose said, crying, on the beach somewhere.

"Quite right too," the Doctor said, trying to joke. "And I guess… it's my last chance to say it… Rose Tyler--."

Martha was hit with a sudden shock. This Rose was no enchantress, no beautiful princess and the Doctor her Prince Charming. This Rose was normal, average girl, whose heart had been broken.

"There are parallel worlds," she remembered the Doctor had told her. "Every decision we make, it creates another parallel world with a different outcome."

"So what's my parallel world?" Martha thought out loud to herself. "Can't I see, what it would've been like…" her voice trailed off. What it would've been like if Rose wasn't there before I was, her thoughts finished for her.

Suddenly, it felt like a thousand lights were rushing through her, and it was hard to breathe. The light changed, and suddenly, she blinked, and she was in the TARDIS again.

"Hello—ooh, new teeth, that's weird," the Doctor said. Instead of his usual suit and tie, he was wearing a motorcycle jacket and leather pants. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! Barcelona!" he gave her a quick grin with his new teeth, and Martha couldn't help but wonder what had just happened.

I hope you liked it!!! :) Please REVIEW!!! More chapters will come! IN the meantime, check out my story called "Here Come the Girls" if you are a Rose/Ten or Gwen/Jack fan, it is a story written by moi and my famous costar XTimeGirlX! So please check it out!!! Love from, BB903