Where the hell was Jack? Donna was going to kill him! She had arrived just after John and Martha. They had grabbed their usual table and it was taking everything Donna had to be nice to her. She was whiny and clingy. Although, to be fair, John was a little off tonight. He kept staring off into space every so often, with a look that said he wasn't sure he had turned the stove off. She wondered what was keeping him in the clouds, but maybe he'd get better...IF JACK WOULD EVER SHOW UP!

She finally marched off to the ladies' room to ring her stupid step-brother. "Where are you?" She demanded.

"Hello to you, too. I just got here, there was an accident and I slowed down to see if it was anybody I knew."

"Are you on the bike?"

"Yeah, my car's in the shop. And yes, I was careful. Are they there yet?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you, I can't take much more of this, Jack. I don't think Plan A is working. Jack? Jack?"

"...Yeah, I'm here."

"You ok?"

"I am looking at Plan B, Donna, and trust me this is going to work."

"You sound funny."

"Believe me, so will you."

"You been affected by the new workforce program yet, John?" Donna questioned, giving up being nice and ignoring Martha.

"Ah, yes, I lost my teaching assistant today. They said I should be getting a new one on Monday." He answered, still looking a bit dreamy.

"American?"

"Probably."

"Same here," Martha said, drumming her fingers on her glass. "Half of the interns for surgical left today and the Americans are coming tomorrow."

"Hope they know what they're doing." Donna laughed.

"Not looking forward to having to teach them all over again, yeah. But the hospitals in America are supposed to be top-notch."

"They are," John agreed, joining the conversation. "Jack got wounded when he was fighting in Iraq and they had him in an American hospital. They did a brilliant job helping him get it together."

"Why, thank you, Doc." John rolled his eyes.

"Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear."

"And here you were, just singing my praises."

"Singing the Americans' praises, Jack. You've got a big enough head."

"Never." Jack disagreed.

"What took you so long?" John asked, curiously. Jack grinned. "You will never believe who I ran into outside."

"Another ex?" John asked dryly.

"Not my ex." Jack then stepped aside so a young blonde woman was seen.

Donna gasped in surprise. Jack laughed with delight. Martha was immediately on the alert. John couldn't breathe. His heart stopped before jamming itself in his throat and his jaw dropped at the sight of his extremely beautiful ex-girlfriend (though they parted on very good terms). Never in his life did he ever think that he'd see her again. She was always in his thoughts, but they hadn't kept in very good touch when she left, but she still held a place in his heart.

"Rose." He finally choked out breathlessly, rising to his feet.

She grinned wickedly, tongue poking out the side, something that always turned him on. "Doctor." She replied, her voice just as breathless.

His brain had shut down, effectively, at the sound of his old nickname (and now title).

Rose Tyler.

By God, she was gorgeous. Her long (more natural) blonde hair was done up stylishly, a few strands curling around her chin, framing her face. Her doe brown eyes were bright with happiness. Her make up wasn't as heavy as it had been when they were kids. Her natural beauty made up for it though. Her short black dress clung in all the right places, making his heart skip a few beats. When he looked back up at her, she had a knowing smirk on her full pouty lips, knowing exactly what was going through his head. He quickly snapped his jaw shut and cleared his throat softly.

"Isn't this great?" Jack cried loudly, breaking the spell. "Oh my god, Rose!" Donna cried, hugging her friend tightly. "When did you get back?" She asked. "Just a few days ago. Finally got all settled in." Rose answered, hugging her just as tight. They were like sisters growing up.

"Why didn't you call me? Call someone to let us know?"

"I wanted to surprise you guys."

"Mission accomplished." Jack laughed, shooting John a look. He glared back, before turning back to Rose. Donna moved so they could be closer, and they found themselves slipping into old habits.

"Hello." He said softly. "Hello." She answered, reaching out to laid her hand gently on his neck, tucking a few fingers under his collar, feeling for his pulse. He swallowed hard. "It's going to be a bit fast." "I wonder why?" She teased with a smile and he grinned back. He grasped her hand and pulled her to him. They wound their arms around the other so tightly, it was hard to see where he ended and she began. But that didn't matter to John. What did matter was that she still molded to his body perfectly, like she was made just for him (as he always insisted when they were younger and had all the time in the world). Donna got tears in her eyes when Rose laid her head in the space between his neck and shoulder and his dipped down to rest his cheek atop her temple and closed his eyes, breathing her in.

Martha Jones was seeing red. Bright red. She could feel her face getting warm. Who the hell was this tart, throwing herself at her boyfriend! When Jack first mentioned that he had run into one of John's ex's, she wasn't worried. But she saw the gorgeous blonde, and John's reaction to her, she went on high alert. She was beautiful, Martha had to give her that. She had long blonde hair and a body with all the right curves. She didn't dress slutty, but flirty. She seemed like a friendly person. Her only fault was the control she had over John. He acted like he'd never seen her before - no - like he hadn't seen her in a long time. The way they greeted each other, the way she had called him "Doctor", they way they hugged each other, it all screamed trouble to Martha.

When they finally, finally let go of each other, Martha jumped in with the questions. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

John finally drew back, but kept his arm around Rose's shoulders.

"Martha Jones, this is Rose Tyler, defender of the Earth." Rose laughed, as did Jack and Donna.

Martha didn't get it.

"Don't listen to him. He always says that." Rose held her hand out politely. "I'm Rose Tyler." Martha had no choice to take it. "Martha Jones."

"Nice to meet you, Martha."

"Likewise," she choked out.

This night was going to suck.