A/N: Yeah, sorry, I was having a bit of fun and this came out... I thought it was rather amusing and so I kept it and added it to the story. So I guess its a bit of an interlude. =D Enjoy.
In the TARDIS.
The Doctor was running around the console room, manic grin in place, hitting buttons and twirling knobs with a renewed vigor. He could feel Rose's presence in his mind (currently napping) and knew deep down that his Rose was coming back to him. He was so impossibly happy that he began to sing, an old Gallifreyan tune of joy.
"Well," came a female voice, "You're in an excellent mood today. Hope its cause you've found something fun to do."
"Always something fun to do Martha!" the Doctor was practically bouncing, "BUT that has nothing to do with my rather excellent mood!"
Martha's eyes brightened with hope, maybe this would be the day that he'd say that Rose, that blonde, was in his past and now he wanted and loved Martha… maybe he'd snog her again… maybe…
"Rose is a Time Lady and she's coming back to me!" the Doctor exclaimed happily grabbing Martha for a huge hug.
Martha burst into tears and ran for her room. Maybe then today would be the day she finally made up her mind to leave, and you know what? It was…
In the Hub.
"I don't know what happened Jack, honestly." the Doctor said, taking a sip of the hyper vodka martini that Jack had graciously made, "One minute she's happy as can be and the next minute she's in her room crying and demanding to be taken home." The Doctor shook his head; humans never failed to surprise and confuse him, especially the females.
"Maybe she has feelings for you?" Jack asked pointedly, "It would account for the crying."
The Doctor considered this for all of ten seconds… "Nah, don't think so."
Jack rolled his eyes in exasperation. He knew that Martha had feelings for the Doctor, just as he knew that the Doctor still held on to his feelings for Rose. It was sad, Jack mused, that the Doctor had to love the one girl who couldn't come back…
The Doctor's voice cut across Jack's musings. "Oh and did I mention that Rose is a Time Lady now and has managed to figure out a way back?"
Jack choked on the mouthful of martini he had just tried to swallow. Red faced, teary eyed and gasping, he fixed the Doctor with an accusing stare and rasped out, "In the wonderful world of journalism, that's what you'd call 'burying the lead'!"
The Doctor simply laughed.