A/N Little short piece about Martha and the Doctor… you know! It's actually quite clean though, so don't worry, kiddies!
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"Back off, 'Dr Jones'! He's mine! He likes me better!"
"Not while you're desecrating his ship, you MONSTER!" she yelled angrily back.
"Oh, yeah sorry about that," Rose mumbled, clambering down from the glowing control panel that she had been standing on.
Suddenly, they both heard the sliding of doors, and footsteps echoing down the corridor leading to the control room. Hold on… pairs of footsteps! The Doctor emerged with Sarah Jane Smith hanging off his arm, giggling.
"Who the hell is she?" Martha exclaimed. She turned to Rose: "There aremoreof you hanging around in there?"
The Doctor broke in: "Now, now Martha. No need for obscenities… Oh, Rose, I still have your phone."
"Yeah, well, I still have your virginity!" she replied heatedly. There was a small gasp from everyone else in the room. Sarah Jane gave a little sob.
"You told me I was the first, Angel-face!" she sniffed, as she shoved him away. Then Martha snorted with laughter.
"Oh, per-lease! A nine hundred year old virgin! Hey, Rose we should write a book: Gallifrey's Last Virgin!" The Doctor broke in as they both cracked up, their past arguments forgotten.
"Oh, be fair! You'd get a bit caught up in the whole saving lives thing too, and anyway, I wasn't the very oldest - there was a guy who called himself 'The Mincer' who was nearly nine hundred and seventy when he Did It!"
"I wonder why!" interrupted Sarah Jane sarcastically, in-between her fountains of tears.