Hope You're Feeling Better!

by Misswhoviangirl

The Doctor and Rose are taking Martha home but the Doctor is sick in bed so he has to leave them alone but they'll get along fine...right? When jealousy get the best of them the chaos begins and the companions declare war. But when the Doctor's condition gets worse can these two stop fighting and work together to save him before it's too late? Hope you like it!

2. Chapter 2

After getting the Doctor's liquids they went back to the kitchen for a cup of tea. "I'll get the cups." Rose volunteered. "I'll make the tea." Martha chimed. The two of them sat and enjoyed their tea laughing, talking and making the occasional comment about how cute the Doctor is.

They seemed so comfortable with each other that it really surprised them both. After sipping some tea Martha smiled and pointed out to Rose. "Do you realize we're getting along?" Rose nodded then replied. "Yeah isn't great? The Doctor was worried over nothing." "Yeah we'll show him." Martha added. They clanked their cups in victory.

Sitting there Rose began to eye Martha up and down. Rather curious she casually asked her. "How long were you his companion?" "About a year." She replied. Martha now curious herself asked Rose. "How about you?" "Two years." She told her. "Wow that's quite a while." Martha said shifting in her seat. Rose just smiled. "Well he's worth it besides you've got to have stamina when comes to traveling with him."

Martha shot her a look. "What does that mean?" She asked. Rose started shaking her head."I didn't mean it like that. I just meant some people can handle it and some can't." She clarified. "Okay." Martha replied still suspicious.

Then Rose added with a smirk. "Although I guess there are some exceptions in your case." Martha glared at her. "Just what are you implying?" Rose chuckled. "Well no offense Martha but come on, one year? And let's face it at least I can say I know him in ways they never taught you medical school." "I-I've been with him in other ways." She pouted.

Rose just scoffed at her. "Yeah a genetic transfer; big whoop!" Martha was really fuming now. "At least he was kissing me and not some freaky trampoline heiress trapped inside a bleach blond chav!" She fired back. Rose wasn't fazed by her comment. "At least I'm the one who's in bed with him every night." Her voice sounding very cold.

"Okay that does it, Tyler!" Martha yelled standing abruptly out of her chair. "This is war!" Rose leaned forward menacingly over the table and replied. "If it's war you want then it's war you'll get." They stormed out of kitchen, slamming doors in the process. It was obvious things were about to get ugly.