Chapter 2
Summary: Where were Mickey and Martha while this was happening?
Mickey was worried about Martha. Ever since the Doctor had told her that she wasn't as good as Rose she'd barely said more than one word. 'Mickey?' finally, he thought, she's speaking. 'Mickey?' Martha said again. He looked up at her. They were sat in a cafe near the River Dee waiting to ask the Doctor what had happened to Donna. 'Do you think Rose is better than me?' Mickey looked at her. She had tears in her pleading chocolate-brown eyes and her bottom lip was wobbling slightly. sfx: wibble wobble. Mickey mumbled and stuttered awkwardly. He wasn't really very good at this. He studied her again and as he looked at her, he instinctively compared her to Rose. Rose was pretty, he considered, but Martha was just as beautiful and Rose might have been the girl he'd loved for years but he'd kissed Martha and he had felt something, hadn't he? Martha was everything he loved about Rose and lots more besides, but did that make her better? 'Will you marry me?' Mickey asked shocked at the words tumbling out of his mouth. Martha looked at him with her mouth wide open and then her face contorted with anger.
You just crossed the line
'Why are you asking her that?' Martha screamed. She tugged at the fold in her neckline that was slightly a different colour to the rest of her body and her face fell off. Mickey had thought it was just her foundation line but clearly this was not the case. Behind the mask was Rose 'Rot in hell Mickey, rot in hell'. Mickey was terrified for the girl he'd wanted to marry, by marry I mean make marzipan with, and asked Rose hurriedly. 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER? SHE IS NOT A RABBIT OR A SWAN SO YOU MAY NOT ADD HER TO YOUR MARZIPAN COLLECTION.' Rose seemed unfazed 'I didn't do anything she's at home reading the knitting weekly. It's the Lord of the Flies special; you learn how to knit Ralph!' Mickey pondered this statement for a moment before deciding to discard it as an effect of shock. Rose remebered who she was, what she was doing and the meaning of life. 'Marzipan!'
'42'
Rose reached deep inside herself for the worst word she knew 'You let the bloody fire out. You just wanted Martha all along didn't you? For your marzipan collection. Well I'm not going to let you. Your marzipan collection will never be better than mine. And my Dad is bigger than yours. Rot in hell Mickey she is the greatest marzipan in all of space and time and she will be mine.' Hey, thought Mickey , Rose is a poet and she doesn't know it. He realised that maybe if he added Rose to his marzipan collection she wouldn't trouble him anymore and he could share his collection with his precious Martha-wartha. Hmmmm maybe Rose the one who writes poems not prose could help him out. He was onto about his fifth similar thought process before Rose hit him with a waitresses mop. The Doctor ran in . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . to the table, and fell back and cracked his skull in half 'Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo'
'I think your looking for Hamlet Doctor'
'No' said the Doctor ' Hamlet is EVIL PURE EVIL! Hamlet has the word ham in it and I am a strict vegetarian'
With these last words the Doctor collapsed unconsious (even though the sensors in his brain were alive and kicking in their job of knitting up his brain tissues.)
'Talking of knitting' said Martha 'I think I'd better start on the Ralph project.' Settling down on a handy boulder she squatted beneath the setting sun of the island and began to knit her heart out.