Well I still haven't figured out how to get my chapter onto my computer because it won't register my USB. :( but I wrote this a few days ago and I thought that seeing as I am extremely happy right now (I just came home from New Moon) that I would upload it!
I like this one and I dunno if you guys will but well here goes.. :)

Tish screamed as Harold Saxon threw her into the already blood-stained wall. There was a sickening crunch before her slight body sank to the floor. She didn't move and her big brown eyes were open, staring. Martha struggled against the Doctor's arms that held her in place as she screamed, going unnoticed by the crazed Prime Minister.

Martha's mother suddenly appeared at her side. She looked at Martha with accusing eyes before walking into the middle of the chamber they were in – walking towards her fate. The same fate her daughter had suffered, and her ex-husband and son before.

The Master's evil eyes met Martha's, acknowledging her for the first time since he had begun this massacre, and smirked before taking out a gun and holding it to her Mother's head.

"Say Goodbye to Mommy" he laughed coldly and cocked the gun. With a deafening bang he shot the gun.

Martha woke with a start. Her heart rate was accelerated and beads of sweat were making their way down her neck despite the bitter cold of the night.

She struggled to remember her whereabouts and why she wasn't in the TARDIS. Then it all came flooding back to her – End of the Universe, Yana, Time Lord, Saxon, Master, Drums, Bomb, Wife, Most Wanted, Warehouse...

That's where she was now, lying face-down behind a warehouse with the Doctor's jacket draped over her and Captain Jack's under her. As she breathed in relief that she was just dreaming she simultaneously inhaled the Doctor's wonderfully unique smell. A scent that no cologne or after-shave could match up to. He smelt of cinnamon and leather and knowledge. There was something else that she could smell on his jacket, something familiar yet different, close yet far. It was the smell of time.

She was about to turn around and address the two men who were muttering somewhere behind her when she heard one word that made her stop in her tracks. The ghost that haunted her, the missing link, Rose.

Martha strained her ears to hear what they were saying. As she tried to get closer she managed to accidentally roll over 360 degrees when some trapped material that was keeping her in position came loose. She kept still and once the two men seemed satisfied that she was still asleep they continued.

"Do you remember the vampires in Medila?" she heard Jack ask. The Doctor laughed. It was a different laugh to what Martha was used to, happier and more care-free.

"Of course I do." He said dismissively "How could I not after one of them tried to bite me! Would have been the first Time Lord Vampire in the whole of time! Honestly, if it wasn't for Rose I would have been a goner!" Martha frowned into the rough material of Jack's 20th century coat. He spoke of Rose as a preacher spoke of God, with a voice full of worship and reverence. She tried to ignore the jealousy that burned within her.

"What did she say to him again?" Jack laughed with him, his voice full of amusement. Once again Martha felt the jealousy threaten to overwhelm her.

"Do you sparkle in the sun?" The Doctor said in a London accent and Jack fell about in laughter – or that was what it sounded like to Martha. She wondered if they even noticed that laughter that loud should have woken her if she were asleep.

"Awh, Doctor, she sure was something special." Martha could still hear the laughter in Jack's voice as he spoke. The Doctor didn't answer straight away. Martha knew what Jack must be seeing in the Doctor's eyes right now, she saw that same look nearly every day. All the emotions that were locked inside the Doctor's hearts would be shining through his hazel eyes that would be swimming with unshed tears.

"Yeah" he said eventually, with the voice of a broken man. All the previous happiness was gone from him. "Yeah she was."

"What happened to her Doctor? You said she was trapped in a parallel world, how?" Jack's voice had changed also; he was trying to be respectful though he was clearly dying to know the truth. Martha's eyes popped open when Jack asked the question she had longed to ask for so long. She shut them quickly trying to keep her 'sound asleep' act believable.

"Told you, it was the battle of Canary Wharf." The Doctor answered in a distant voice. Martha knew he was struggling with his emotions. She was an expert in Time Lord Depression.

"Yes but how, Doctor. How can she get there but not back?" There was silence and Martha figured she was missing some sort of silent conversation. She waited, shivering on the cold ground. As she lay there, teeth chattering her mind wandered to this mysterious Rose. She was blonde. Typical men are all the same. Bet she has big boobs too. She thought viciously.

She wondered what was so special about she who captured the Doctor's hearts and left him broken. Surely the Doctor valued Brains over Beauty, right?

"She fell" the Doctor said at long last. "I sent her over there to keep her safe – I opened the breach but only on this side. She was supposed to stay there, I needed her safe but she came back to me, she always came back to me. Her choice meant it was me or her family and she chose me.

"But passing through the void, thats the space between dimensions, you get contaminated with this radiation, this... this... void stuff." How technological Martha thought. "By opening the breach I was using the void stuff to pull the Daleks and Cybermen into the void, like a vacuum, but Rose's hand slipped. Bothof us were contaminated with it and I couldn't save her. I watched her fall towards the void withnothing to do but scream." Martha shivered but not from the cold. It was the sheer emotion that the Doctor was talking with. He sounded like he was somewhere else entirely.

"Then Pete, her parallel father, came through from the other world. He caught her at the last second and saved her. He brought her back to her family; back to Jackie and Mickey, but away from me. And before I could do anything to stop it the breach was closed. Then that was it, over, kaput. La fine di un'epoca"

"That's it?" Jack demanded, "No goodbye? Nothing? Poor Rose." he whispered so Martha had to strain her ears to hear him.

"I had two minutes." The Doctor continued, "I spent over 2 months searching but I finally found a gap in the fabric of reality to project an image of myself. Burnt up a sun just to do it and the projection should have lasted a day or so but by the time she got to the gap, it was in Norway by the way, it was almost closed. She told me that she lov-" he broke off but Martha knew what he was going to say. She wondered idly if he was crying.

"Did you tell her?" Jack asked Martha's unspoken question.

"It closed." He whispered, "I ran out of time."

"Does Martha know about...?" Jack asked. Martha jumped slightly at the sound of her own name. She was so lost in the tale of the Doctor and Rose that she had forgotten her own surroundings.

"No."

"And are you and her?" Martha blushed and blinked away the tears that were stinging her eyes.

"No." Rejection washed over Martha and a few tears made their way down her freezing face. She pulled the Doctor's jacket tighter around her.

"Does she know that?" Martha scrunched up her eyes, wishing that she was now very far away and under a rock, wishing she was anywhere away from this conversation. Nothing happy could come from this conversation.

Martha waited for the Doctor to respond but he didn't. She felt two sets of eyes burn on her back as she feigned sleep.

"I hope so." He whispered eventually, "I'm not good for her Jack. I lo-" he broke off again and Jack waited, so did Martha. "I can't give her what she wants. I mean I can be her friend, I can travel and learn and laugh with her but I can't be anything more, can't do anything more. I wake up every morning and my first thought is Rose, I see her behind my eyelids when I close my eyes, hear her voice when I'm alone. Martha deserves more than that. And even if I did feel the same about her, even if I could give her what she wants, just think of my history. Everyone I get close to either dies or gets taken away from me."

"Everyone except for me, Doc! You'll never get rid of me!" Jack laughed, breaking the depressing silence that had settled around them. Martha never heard the Doctor respond because everything suddenly became that much louder, it was as if someone had sat on the remote and the volume had just risen. The magic spell was broken. Martha would hear no more.

It was then that Martha decided that she couldn't go back to sleep, not while she was an emotional wreck from the Doctor's comments. She made deal of stirring in her sleep and eventually sat up. She opened her eyes at long last to the scene before her. The Doctor and Jack had arranged some barrels and chairs into a sitting area when she was asleep. There was a third chair for her and they were sitting on opposite sides of the barrel. Jack had his laptop and the Doctor was playing with the sonic. It was like they had been like this the whole time, as if no deep conversation had happened and no tragic tale had been shared. She eyed the Doctor closely and when he looked up at her she saw that his eyes were bloodshot, he had been crying.

"Anyone up for chips?" she said, surprising herself. It was usual for her to say something random when she just wakes up but she had been fully alert for at least 20 minutes. Though now that she thought about it she was quite hungry, she hadn't eaten since they landed in Cardiff to refuel. The Doctor eyed her suspiciously and then grinned.

"Extra vinegar please!"

Ooh halfway into rechecking this I got a killer headache so I hope it's okay! Enjoy and review =] xx