Author's Note: And here we are again, the sequel to I Want You To Know. I've been considering whether I would write this part for a while, why? Well, this is a mostly rewrite of series 3 and 4, I'm planning on adding original scenes and such a bit like I did in I Want You To Know This part will go until Series 4 The Stolen Earth, somewhere around the moment The Doctor and Rose meet up again, I'm not entirely sure yet so you'll hopefully see that if I don't become tired of this after another 10 chapters (doubt it.) Also in this first chapter, I came across a problem, which I probably should've expected. TenXRose isn't my OTP, it's TenXMartha (judge all you want, I don't care.), I only wrote this because the idea was for TenXRose, I mean it's based on Doomsday what do you expect?. But TenXMartha is much more natural for me, so I had a lot of trouble not making them end up together, but it would make this a whole lot of more complicated if I did... huh there's an idea... Yeah let's not. *Throws idea out of the window*. They will, however, have a healthier relationship than in the original series, I mean I'm not going to kick Martha out. They will become very good friends ;)
Disclaimer: Well, I'm not dreaming so Doctor Who isn't mine, unfortunately.
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1. Smith And Jones - Part 1
Martha was talking with her sister about her brother's birthday party that night when a man wearing a brown pinstripe suit with a brown overcoat walked up to her, she noticed that he was wearing a cast on his right hand, she wondered what had happened to his hand.
"Like so!" He said as if he was making a point and took off his tie.
"See?" He smiled at her, although it looked a bit forced, and then walked further again.
Martha turned around to look at him, as he walked away, puzzled and wondering whether he's okay.
What was that about?
She saw the same man again later in the hospital, he was the second patient of the day they had to examine. He was looking kinda sad at an imaginary spot on the ceiling as the walked in and she found herself once again wondering whether he was okay, well, he was in the hospital so there was clearly something wrong with him, but she was actually wondering whether he was okay mentally.
The Doctor was in the hold of the Autons struggling to get the anti-plastic, he had to stop the Nestene conciseness or all the humans would be murdered and he couldn't allow that.
"Just leave him!" He heard Rose's 'boyfriend' Rickey say. "There's nothing you can do."
"I've got no A Levels." he heard Rose say, "No job..." he wondered what she was going on about.
"No future." He heard the sound of metal on metal next to where her voice was coming from, she was planning something.
"But I'll tell you what I have got. Jericho Street Junior School under 7s gymnastic team."
He heard something come loose.
"I got the bronze!"
Then he saw her swinging across a chain, she went to kick the Autons holding him into the Nestene Consciousness, with the anti-plastic! But then her foot caught on the clothing of one of the Autons and she lost her grip on the chain causing her to fall into the Consciousness as well.
"NOOOOO!"He screamed as he saw her body getting consumed by the Consciousness.
"ROSSEEE!" He bolted up in his bed tangled in his blanket.
It was just a nightmare. He thought as he tried to get his breathing under control. Right?
He suddenly doubted himself and had felt the urgent need to check on her. He quickly jumped out of bed, not even bothering to change out of his pyjamas and started quickly on his way down the corridors. The Doctor increased his pace and ran through the corridors of the TARDIS toward her bedroom.
"Rose?!" He opened the door to her bedroom and he suddenly found himself in the corridor of Platform One.
"Anyone in there?" He asked as he starts on getting the Sunfilter rising again.
"Let me out!" Rose answered him frantically.
"Oh, well, it would be you." The Doctor felt the panic building in his stomach, he couldn't lose her!
"Open the door."
"I am trying." He answered back frantically.
"Sunfilter descending. Sunfilter descending." The computer announced.
Then he finally got into the computer and got the Sunfilter to rise.
"Sunfilter rising. Sunfilter rising."
" Yes." The Doctor exclaimed in relief. He heard Rose sigh in relief as well.
"Sunfilter rising … Sunfilter descending."
"Oh come on!" The Doctor practically screamed out of frustration. He had to save Rose he couldn't be without her!
"Will you stop mucking about!" Rose screamed at him.
"I am not mucking about!" He screamed back in frustration.
"Open the door!"
"Just hang on!" He groaned, his hearts were beating frantically in his chest, he was so afraid that he couldn't solve this.
"The locks melted!" He heard Rose scream at him.
"YEAH noticed that, thanks." He jabbed the sonic screwdriver inside the wires in an attempt to stop the Sunfilter from descending.
To no avail.
Rose started screaming in agony.
"ROSE!" He started banging on the door, the screaming didn't stop, it actually got worse.
"NOOOOO! ROSEEEEE!" He screamed, vaguely aware of the tears streaming freely across his cheeks.
The screams were starting to die out.
"ROSSSSSEEEEEEE!" He bolted up in his bed tangled in his blanket.
It was just a nightmare. He thought as he tried to get his breathing under control. Right?
He suddenly doubted himself and had felt the urgent need to check on her. He quickly jumped out of bed, not even bothering to change out of his pyjamas and started quickly on his way down the corridors. The Doctor increased his pace and ran through the corridors of the TARDIS toward her bedroom.
"Rose?" He opened the door to her room and walked into it. Her sheets were ruffled, clearly, she had just gotten up out of the bed.
She's probably just in the bathroom. He thought to himself.
"Rose?!" He asked. "Are you in here?"
Then he heard a scream from coming from her en suite.
"Rose! What's the matter!" He hurried towards her en suite, he hesitated at the door, what if she didn't want him to penetrate her privacy even though she just screamed?
"Doctor!" She screamed for him, pushing any doubt out of his mind as he opened the door and walked in.
Only to stop short halfway the doorway.
She was covered with some sort of green rash and there was blood on the mirror and over the sink as if she had just spit it out forcefully.
"Rose!" He took a step forward.
"Doctor..." She said very softly, she was crying. "What's goi..." The Doctor quickly dashed forward to catch her as she collapsed and had a seizure. He held on to her, careful not to get hurt.
What's going on?!
"Rose, heh... Rose it's going to be fine." He knew that she couldn't hear him but he said it more to comfort himself as he felt the tears burning in his eyes. He pulled out his sonic to scan her, to find out what was causing her body to react like this.
Then just as sudden as it started the seizure stopped, everything stopped. Her eyes were open, she wasn't breathing. He quickly went to check her pulse, which wasn't there either.
"Rose..." The tears started to fall he couldn't do anything.
Rose Tyler died on 27th April 2007, her 20th birthday.
The Doctor awoke with a gasp feeling the moisture on his cheek. He didn't instantly recognise where he was and quickly felt himself going in some defence mode to plan and get himself out of wherever he was when he remembered where he was.
Royal Hope Hospital.
He had checked himself in yesterday because he had seen these plasma coils around the hospital and had wanted to investigate that, not that Sarah Jane would've allowed him to do that if he had asked her. She wasn't allowing him to go out and help to solve the crises, so he had gone behind her back. Oh, she would be angry about that, but he couldn't keep sitting still. he that took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, trying to calm his emotions, it had just been a dream, just a nightmare. Rose wasn't dead, she was just trapped in another universe, pregnant with his unborn son. He took another deep breath as he was overwhelmed with emotions about that. He quickly tried to press away those thoughts, he had better control over his emotions. And no stranger was going to catch him crying.
not again!
He cursed himself for falling asleep in the hospital, he knew that he would get a nightmare if he fell asleep. He had been getting them every time he slept in the past few weeks since he got separated from Rose, which was also the reason he had fallen asleep as he hadn't slept enough, even for a Time Lord, because of his nightmares.
He managed to get his emotion a bit under control when his doctor Mr Stoker came in with what appeared to be a group of medical students, he sighed internally and prepared himself for what was coming next.
"Now then Mr Tyler, a very good morning to you. How are you today?" Mr Stoker asked him. He had used Rose's last name to honour her.
"Aw, not so bad, still a bit... blah." He answered unenthusiastically.
Martha frowned, he looked about ten times sadder than he had been when she saw him on the street, he also looked like he had just woken up, not surprisingly at this hour, and she suspected that he might've had a nightmare or something. She felt sorry for him, even though she didn't know what was causing him to be so sad or didn't actually know him.
"John Tyler, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me." Mr Stoker added sarcastically.
"That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" Martha asked Mr Tyler.
"Sorry?" He looked at her in confusion.
"On Chancery Street this morning. You came up to me and took your tie off." He frowned.
"Really? What did I do that for?" He answered her unenthusiastically, there it was again that sad look she had seen on him a few times in the few minutes she had known him.
"I don't know, you just did."
"Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses." He told her. He suspected that it must've been a future version of himself that had done that, it would be an easy way to prove someone you can travel in time. He wondered why he would have to prove to her that he could travel in time, that would mean that she could become a companion and that Sarah Jane would give him back the key to the TARDIS. He found that he actually looked forward to both, well, it would've been weird for him not to look forward to getting access to the TARDIS again, but that he actually looked forward to having a new companion after Rose, well, Rose had grown to be more than just a companion, so taking on a new one wouldn't be replacing her, just so he wouldn't be lonely, he had done that several times after he had lost a companion anyway.
Martha had a quick look at his hand and saw that just like the man in the street he had a cast, so she asked even though she was fairly certain it had been the same man.
"Well, that's weird, cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?"
"No." He answered and then continued in a sad murmur "At least not anymore." He quickly swallowed the sad thoughts of his dead brother away. He normally could take the thoughts but it was just on top of his grief for Rose and he couldn't take the combination of emotions.
Martha noticed it and wondered whether his brother had died recently or whether it was something that had happened years ago and that something else was causing him to be so sad. Either way, she could see that he went and obviously was still going through some tough times. She felt sorry for him, even though she didn't know him.
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones." Mr Stoker cut in.
"Sorry. Right." She apologised as she got out her stethoscope and put it on John's chest
and listened to his heartbeat, it was really fast, she frowned, he had a heart problem as well? Then she realised that the heartbeats had a harder and a softer beat like he had two hearts... no that couldn't be it, but if she only listened to the stronger one it sounded like a normal heartbeat. She looked up at him and moved the stereoscope to the other side of his chest, she had to know, no matter what people would think of her trying the right chest to find a heart, and sure enough, she heard the exact same!
He had two hearts!
The Doctor knew that she had discovered it, she was clever, he could see that and he could also see that she was confused about it and he couldn't blame her. He was proud of her, several doctors had listened to his chest and none of them had made the connection of him having two hearts, only one doctor had mentioned that his heartbeat was a bit fast, but she had eventually thought that she had made it up. It was really incomprehensible for humans that he had two hearts, well, except for the medical student that was listening to his chest at the moment. He did hope that she would keep quiet about it, UNIT being informed about his whereabouts wasn't exactly something he wanted to happen.
He smiled at her and winked.
"I weep for further generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Mr Stoker cut in.
She certainly hasn't, she's better at locating it than you are! The Doctor wanted to say but he bit his tongue. Mr Stoker had been one of the doctors who had listened to his chest and only had heard one heart, so actually, Miss Jones was doing a better at it than he had done.
Mr Stoker clearly never heard about being nice to patients or medical students for that matter, The Doctor wondered whether he would actually be nice to his own mother.
Probably not.
The Doctor really wanted to tell him off and certainly, would've done it if it wouldn't blow away his cover. He actually was considering doing it anyway, but eventually decided against it. He looked back at Miss. Jones hoping that she wouldn't blow his cover either, but if she would he would certainly have a few words with Mr Stoker.
You can't treat your students like that!
"Um. I don't know. Stomach cramps?"
Thank you, Miss Jones! He vowed to himself to search her out later and answer any questions she might have, knowing that Rose would've wanted him to do that if she had been here. He had decided that he would make her proud, or at least try to do that. He found it quite hard to behave sometimes, but it was really the only reason he kept going, to make Rose proud. If he hadn't vowed it to himself, he would be curled up like a baby in bed all day at best... at worst... well, he avoided thinking of that. He had a goal and he wouldn't sink that low. At least, he hoped that he wouldn't.
He knew that Sarah Jane thought that he wanted to go out to distract himself from his grief, while it was true that it was distracting him from his grief, it wasn't his primary reason, it was for Rose and their unborn son. He started feeling overwhelmed with emotions again and quickly chastened himself for going down that path again as he tried to push away the thoughts.
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." Mr Stoker said.
He saw Miss Jones roll her eyes at that, which she could afford as the only person who could see her was him, maybe a bit inappropriate to that in front of a patient, he had to disprove of that, but he had resisted the urge to roll his eyes himself, so he could let that one slip. Mr Stoker had told Miss Jones to examine him, not to look at his patient's chart, also from what he gathered those students were just starting here, he doubted that they were ever taught about the charts before. The Doctor actually thought that Miss Jones was doing a great job for a doctor-in-training.
Mr Stoker picked up The Doctor's patient chart, received an electric shock, and dropped it.
"That happened to me this morning." Miss Jones said.
"I had the same thing on the door handle." One of the other students said.
"And me, on the lift." Another student spoke up.
"That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by, anyone."
The Doctor patiently waited until someone answered before he eventually mumbled.
"Benjamin Franklin." Barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
Apparently, Mr Stoker had heard him.
"Correct!" The Doctor flashed him a forced smile, he tried not to think back to that day, Rose had been so worried when he got electrocuted when he was helping Ben. He hadn't been allowed to get out of bed for the better part of a week, she had wanted him to recover from something he didn't feel anymore 10 minutes after it had happened. He hadn't complained, though, it was nice having her fretting over him.
"Moving on." Mr Stoker beckoned his students towards the next patient. "And next we have..."
the Doctor saw Miss Jones looking at him, he just smiled at her. Then she turned around and moved on to follow Mr Stoker.
The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief, he had managed to get himself through the examination without breaking down again, something he was actually a bit proud of, he felt like he was actually capable of moving on after Rose.
He got brought breakfast and after that, he put on his dressing gown to go and search the hospital for extraterrestrial technology and in the meantime he tried to go and search out Miss Jones like he had promised himself earlier.
Well, he succeeded in the last task as he walked passed the staff kitchenette on his way back to his bed for lunch. He found Miss Jones in there, however, she was on the phone, so it would be inappropriate to disturb her so he just smiled and waved at her and vowed to try again later.
He was just back in his bed when he heard that people started to become worried about the rain, which from what he gathered was going up.
Well, there was his extraterrestrial technology!
He thought as the building started shaking which caused him to fall out of bed and to land on his broken hand causing him to groan in pain.
Eventually, the shaking stopped and he quickly got up and tried to figure out what exactly had happened. He quickly learned that they were on the moon.
Who would move an Earth hospital to the moon!
At that point he heard the voice of who he thought was Miss Jones, he turned around and found that it was indeed Miss Jones and she was telling people to go back to their beds and that they would figure it out.
Well, when did he listen to things like that, The Doctor pulled his curtain around his bed and started on the task of getting dressed, his broken hand was aching from the fall so he tentatively reached out for the buttons on his pyjama jacket and hissed directly in pain.
He really needed to get that looked at later.
Magically he managed to undo the buttons, take off his pyjama and get mostly dressed, with some colourful inward curses, the only problems were his converses, he had chosen a red t-shirt to wear instead of his usual Oxford shirt with a tie as it was hell to get that properly donned with his hand. But his shoes were a problem, he had been able to tie them with some effort earlier but now there was no way he would be capable of doing so now, so he just tagged the shoelaces in his shoes and hoped that they would stay like that, which he suspected they wouldn't.
He had been listening to Miss Jones's reasoning and he was very pleased with what he heard. She was talking with a colleague about opening the windows and losing air.
"But they're not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?" He heard Miss Jones say at the moment he was done getting dressed.
The Doctor chose that moment to pull aside his bed-curtain.
"Very good point! Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" He asked her.
"Martha." She answered him.
"And it was Jones, wasn't it?" She nodded at him. "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?" The complete ordeal was distracting him completely from his grief over Rose.
"We can't be." He heard her colleague say.
Don't be rude He told himself, Rose wouldn't have wanted that. Too bad that thought was reminding him of his grief. He quickly shook himself out of it and decided to answer her.
"Well, evidently we still can." He told the colleague. "Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or …?" He asked the medical student.
"By the patients' lounge, yeah." She answered him while she was a bit stunned about his change in behaviour, besides the short lost look he just had, he almost looked happy. Almost being the operative word.
"How about we go and take a look?"
"Okay."
"We might die." He pointed out.
"We might not." She countered back.
"Good! C'mon." He bit his tongue to refrain from saying anything rude to the colleague that was having a panic attack.