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Chapter Two: If You Can Have One Wish

"What made you decide to take Martha to Eros of all places?" Jack asked. He and the Doctor were alone in the console room. Donna and Martha were in Donna's room discussing Martha's wedding plans.

The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "It was all a mistake," he replied. "Donna called up Martha and told her I wanted to throw her a bachelorette party," he shrugged his shoulders. "To make a long story short, I got roped into it by your red headed friend."

Jack chuckled, and then he became serious. "How long have you been in love with Martha?" The Doctor looked at him as if he was a Dalek. "Well, aren't you going to tell me?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "And don't try to lie to me, I've seen the way you looked at her, you might as well have I wuv Martha tattooed on your forehead."

"Jack," the Doctor whispered, looking toward the corridor. "Don't be saying that too loud."

"Was it at my birthday bash?" he grinned. "I noticed how you and the beautiful doctor stuck to each other's side all night."

"Why does it matter how I feel about Martha?" he questioned. "She and Tip are getting married."

"Tom." Jack corrected.

"What's that?"

"Martha's fiancé name is Tom."

The Doctor grimaced at the mention of Tom's name.

Jack took pity on his friend; he wanted the Doctor to get the girl. "Doctor, a lot can happen between now and the wedding." Jack said, giving the Doctor some encouragement. "Don't give up, if anyone deserves to be happy it's you."

"Thanks Jack." The Doctor opened his mouth to continue but changed his mind.

"What is it?" Jack urged him.

The Doctor looked at Jack and quickly diverted his eyes. "I need your help Jack," he said, somewhat embarrassed. He nervously ran his hands through his untamed hair. the Doctor turned and glanced down the corridor, what he was about to say, he didn't want Martha to overhear.

"I need your help, Jack," he repeated. "I need some pointers on how to sweep a woman off her feet."

Jack leaned forward and slapped the Doctor on the back. "Are you serious?' Jack asked, amused and flattered all at once.

"I wouldn't be asking you if I wasn't," he replied, as a hint of pink stained his cheeks. "Do you know how long it has been since I pursued a woman?"

"Rose?"

The Time Lord shook his head. "Rose was easy, a few cheap tricks and the Tardis was all I needed to dazzle her," he explained. "Martha is different, I have to work hard to impress her," he chuckled softly, fondly remembering the first time he'd showed Martha his sonic screwdriver.

THEN

"What's that?" Martha asked.

"A sonic screwdriver," he bragged.

She was not impressed. "What else have you got – a laser spanner?"

NOW

Jack laughed until tears rolled down his face.

"Jack, you can stop laughing now," the Doctor said. "It wasn't that funny."

"Of course it was," Jack replied, wiping away his tears.

"Are you going to help me or not?" the Doctor asked, changing the subject.

"You really love Martha don't you?"

"Hopelessly, desperately and completely."

Jack shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Oh what the hell, I'm a sucker for romance."

DWDWDW

A dreamy expression came over Donna's face as Martha showed her a picture of her wedding dress. It reminded Donna of how much fun she had putting her wedding together to that prat Lance Bennett, who threw her over for a giant spider. It was during that fiasco that she had met the Doctor. If she and Lance had got married, they would have celebrated their fourth wedding anniversary.

"Is all this talk about my wedding making you uncomfortable?" Martha asked, Donna had told her about Lance and how he pretended to loved her.

Donna shook her head. "Lance was a proper bastard," she replied. "I mean to throw away all of this?" she ran her hands down her body, "for a spider?" She rolled her eyes. "She couldn't shag him properly, with those long tentacles."

Martha laughed. "You are so funny Donna," she wiped the tears from her eyes. "You're good for him," she said, referring to the Doctor.

Donna nodded as she rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah, I have to keep that big alien head of his from growing out of control."

"Someone has to."

Donna looked at the younger woman. "Martha you're good for him too."

Martha shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know about that," she said, looking at her hands. "The Doctor really didn't have much use for me when we were travelling together; it wasn't until I had left and realized my own self worth did we become close friends."

"I know this sound like I am defending the Doctor; but he was in a bad place when you met him. He had just lost Rose…"

"That's no excuse for treating me like I was something to scrape off the bottom of his shoes." Martha interrupted, and for an instant Donna saw the pain in her eyes.

"Yeah you're right, and I told him so."

Martha looked surprised. "The Doctor talks about me?"

"Of course he does," Donna confessed. "You're his Doctor."

Martha sighed and smiled. "I had a major crush on him back then."

"And now?"

"It doesn't matter," she said, tucking several braids behind her ears. "I'm getting married to a wonderful man who adores me."

Donna had a feeling Martha wasn't telling the whole truth.

Donna took Martha's hands in hers and looked her in the eyes. "What ever you say will stay between us girls," she promised her.

Martha squeezed Donna's hands. "Call me stupid, but I still have feelings for him."

"Then why marry Tom?" Donna asked softly.

"He loves me," Martha answered.

"But…"

"There are no buts," she interjected. There can't be.

"Do you love him? Tom I mean."

Martha nodded her head. "I do." There was something in the way Martha said I do that convinced Donna she didn't love Tom with her whole heart.

"If you can have one wish this weekend what would it be?"

Martha's felt the heat rush to her face. "This stays between us right?"

"Cross my heart," Donna replied, making the gesture of an X over her heart.

"If I could have one wish this weekend; I wish to have a one off with the Doctor."

Donna made a face. "Ewww, you will mate with him?"

Martha laughed, blushing furiously. "I had always wondered what he was hiding in those tight trousers he wears. I want to satisfy my curiosity, I mean have you noticed how tight those trousers are?"

Donna made a face. "Oi, too much information." The thought of the Doctor's tight trousers flashed through her mind. "How disgusting."

Martha laughed. "Sorry, you had to ask."

"I did, didn't I?"

Martha stood up and stretched her limbs.

"Don't you think we should join the guys?" Martha questioned. "I'm pretty sure they are wondering what had happened to us."

"Nah," Donna replied. "They can manage."

Martha sat down on the bed and gathered up her wedding plans scrapbook. "Donna can you tell me a little about the planet we're visiting?" her brown eyes twinkling. "In Greek mythology Eros is the god of love, passion, sexual desire…"

"Well." Donna began, smirking. "Let me give you a hint, what happens on Eros stays on Eros."

Martha locked eyes with Donna, contemplating the meaning of her words. "I'm going to get in trouble, aren't I?" she finally responded as less of a question and more of a fact.

Donna ran both hands through her hair. "No comment," she replied, as a wicked grin slowly formed on her lips.

A/N: With a name like Eros you can't help but get into trouble... lol Thanks for reading!