A/N Well, due to the amazing response I've already had with this, I've decided to post the next part - I am actually about half way though this story - so anyway - enjoy!!
Like all other guilty pleasures, Martha found that reading Rose's journal was a particularly difficult habit to give up, rather like giving up smoking (not that she ever smoked) or giving up chocolate, and maybe that was why Martha was now sat in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and the journal. She kept it hidden under her mattress in the hope it would not be found. Not that the Doctor ever came in her room, but she had more than a sneaking suspicion he would probably do his nut if he found out what her current reading material was. But, then again, she thought, the universe though the eyes of Rose Tyler was highly addictive.
New Earth - 5 Billion and 23.
Well, everything is new today; New Earth, new Doctor and, albeit temporarily, a new me. We decided to go 'further than we've ever been before' and came to a planet that was the replica of Earth, which was called New Earth. The Doctor explained that after the Sun expanded in the year 5 billion — which reminds me, I'll have to see if his desire to blow things up have subsided with his regeneration, first my job, then my planet and then the Houses of Parliament, anyway — after the Sun blew up everyone got nostalgic and found the planet and moved in. It appeared to be inhabited by cat like creatures that were sort of like cross between cats and humans — I don't even wanna know, it's scary enough that I already know what the Welsh do with sheep (I wonder if there is a planet where there are extremely woolly men or sheep that walk on two feet) so anyway, I don't want to know who did what with cats and when. We were called to this hospital close to where we had landed by the Doctor's psychic paper, and there I bumped into an 'old friend;' Lady Cassandra — the bitchy trampoline who has not only outstretched her face, but her life span, as well. Unfortunately for me, she seemed to be thinking along the same lines as well, because the bloody woman decided to take possession of my body to blackmail the cat-nun people and to snog the Doctor — can you believe it?? Afterwards, when she had finally left my body and we were safely back in the TARDIS, the Doctor asked me what I remembered. I lied to him and said I didn't remember much — this was mainly to cover up the fact that I didn't want to broach the subject of Cassandra kissing him in my body and he didn't say anything to me about, but there was that look in his eye that suggested he knew more than he was letting on when it came to what I remember. The thing is I'm rather confused about it all. A part of me is disappointed that he didn't kiss back, but I'm also glad he didn't, because it wouldn't have been me he was kissing. Not that I think of the Doctor in that way, it's just…oh I don't know. The worse thing was, and I don't know if he remembers Cassandra saying this or not, because she was occupying his body at the time, but Cassandra said that she knew I had been well, er, I suppose, erm, well, looking at him and liking what I saw — I mean he is kinda attractive in a geeky, sorta, I dunno, unfanciable sort of way — argh — I'll suss that one out later. Anyway, I was rather shaky after the whole ordeal, but it did earn me some major fussing from the Doctor, who, despite the fact he claims he doesn't do domestic, dutifully brought me hot chocolate and biscuits nearly every hour whilst I watched a couple of my favourite movies in the den. Oddly enough, he joined me for a couple, stealing my biscuits so he could dunk them in his tea — he's taken a rather big liking to tea with one sugar and just a dash of milk; just the way my mother makes it, in fact — a compliment to her part in saving the world if ever I saw one, although I doubt the Doctor would ever admit to that.
Martha scanned the page again, her eyes falling on the passage that said,'I'll have to see if his desire to blow things up have subsided with his regeneration.' She lingered on the word 'regeneration' for quite a while, wondering what Rose meant by it, when she remembered that Rose had said something along those lines in the first page. Actually, a rather large portion of that segment was had been about the Doctor changing, or to put it in Rose's words 'the Doctor changed his face.' Martha reasoned that she could go and ask the Doctor about it and say that she had read it in one of the books she had been reading in the library, however, she reasoned, knowing her luck the only books about Time Lords were probably written in that strange squiggly script that the Doctor always worked in. The only language that was not translated for her, so if that were the case, then it would lead to awkward questions about where she had read about it and in any case, perhaps Rose would explain it for her in a later entry.