It was definitely a dream.
Last thing Rose could remember was curling up beside Martha on a mattress in a overcrowded house in the north of Italy. She was slightly sweaty, stunk of blood and gore and was wearing dirt covered trousers and top. Now she was standing out on a balcony where the air was cool and a gentle breeze brushed against her bare shoulders. She was wearing a beautiful strapless dark blue dress that sparkled when the moonlight hit it due to the silver glitter. Her unwashed hair that was loose and tangled was now cleaned and pulled up in a bun and when she fell asleep with only her TARDIS key round her neck she was now decked out in sparkling diamonds.
"You look beautiful"
She turned at the voice that she hadn't heard for a very long time. There stood the Doctor Young and dashing as ever in his usual brown suit.
He smirked. "Dashing as ever?"
"Stay out of my head" Rose scolded but she was smiling, glad to finally see him.
"Can't, I'm in your dream" the Doctor said. "Only way I could talk to you, after all it's not like we have mobiles anymore. The Master confiscated mine, well he would have if I had one which I don't because I always viewed them as nothing but dog collars an-"
"Doctor, shut up" Rose interrupted quietly, still smiling but concern in her eyes. "What is it that you need to talk to me about?"
"Dance with me" the Doctor said avoiding Rose's question as always. "We haven't danced since 1969 in that little club"
Rose sighed and knew she wasn't going to get her answer straight away. She held out her hand and almost gasped at the small thrill that shot up her spine when the Doctor's grasped her hand. She didn't realise how much she missed holding his hand till now. The Doctor led her into the empty ballroom where soft jazz music from 1940 was playing. Resting one hand on her hips and the other holding her's up the Doctor began to dance. Rose placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder and allowed herself to be swept away.
"I remember the first time I danced with you" the Doctor murmured, his breath tickling her ear forcing her to suppress the shudders. "1941, just after we managed to save everyone, the whole planet from being turned into zombies. Little Jamie found his Mummy and that good doctor took them in from the streets"
"That was when we met Jack" Rose said smiling at the memory.
The Doctor's grip tightened. "You always did like the pretty boys" he muttered before Rose could say anything he quickly changed the topic. "Donna is fighting back, the mind control is breaking and she recognised Wilf"
"Oh thank god" Rose whispered resting her forehead against the Doctor's shoulder. She had been so worried about Donna that it would often distract her from her mission, now she could rest her mind knowing that Donna is fighting to come back.
"You got all the pieces of the gun?" the Doctor asked. She nodded as she remembered the trouble she got from travelling to the most difficult parts just to get a make belief weapon. She almost died in Japan when the Master sent his Tolcafane in. "You need to get into Britain soon, find Professor Docherty she'll help in the final stages apparently her son has been taken by the Master and she'll do anything to get him back"
"Anything else?"
"Only that I love you and miss you" the Doctor murmured his fingers gently forcing Rose's head up so he could make eye contact with her. "I miss eating proper food as well; we must get some chips when this is all over"
Rose grinned. "Chips, cuppa tea and then back to travelling time and space" she said unable to stop the glee that was growing at the fact the Doctor actually said the words out loud. Something he hadn't done since 1913.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww aren't you two sweet?"
The pair froze at the third voice; Rose pulled away from the Doctor and whirled round to see the Master leaning against a fireplace with a martini glass in one hand.
"How did you get here?" Rose demanded.
"I hijacked the telepathic link" the Master said shrugging. "Not hard to do when there are only three of us in all of existence. Now then is my dog and Rosie Pose plotting against me in their precious dreams, how mean" he pouted. "Looks like I'm going to punish you all"
"Rose leave now" the Doctor said pushing Rose away.
"But-"
"GO!"
"No stay Rosie Pose" the Master said smirking dangerously as he began to tap out a beat on the mantle. "Stay so I can find your exact location, somewhere in Italy I believe, where abouts though...hmm..."
"STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Rose then suddenly shot up from the mattress awake.
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The Doctor fell against the wall; he bit his tongue to stop himself from crying out in pain. His old and fragile body was useless in situations like this. The Master towered over him with a sneer.
"Listen here old man, no matter what you try, what your blonde bint tries or the redhead or the immortal I will always be the Master" he hissed picking the Doctor up by his lapels. "One more rebellious move out of you, whether it's a small thought or a little peep and not only will I age you even more I will torture Donna Noble's family and I will make Rose Tyler suffer"
The Doctor said nothing but his eyes blazed with fiery hate.
The Master shook him. "Got it?" the Doctor said nothing causing the Master to shake him harder. "Answer me old man!"
"Yes" the Doctor croaked.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Master"
"Better" the Master let the Doctor slip through his hands. The Doctor crashed messily on the floor. "Goodnight Doctor, pleasant dreams with your Rosie Pose because I will find her and then I'll destroy her"
The Master strolled out of the room with an air of confidence; the Doctor curled his hands into fists and glared hatefully at the Master's back.
"Over my dead body" he whispered.
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Martha twisted her hair to getting all of the water out before clipping it back with the only hairclip she owned since that fateful day. She then pulled on her now clean black jeans and black t-shirt leaving her feet bare and opting to carry her jacket. Italy was hot and beautiful and Martha Jones wanted to milk the sun for what's it worth.
Rose was somewhere along the river washing herself in privacy, Martha couldn't help but notice that the blonde was more closed up than usual. After that nightmare she had a couple nights ago Rose hadn't stopped jumping at the slightest movement. Martha wished that Rose would tell her what's wrong but it appears the blonde didn't trust her enough to open up to her.
There was a rustling sound behind her and a man with months' worth of stubble and wild eyes leapt out holding a gun.
"Who are you?" he demanded. "Do you work for the Master? Do you know where Gwen Cooper is? Or Toshiko Sato? Ianto Jones?" Martha shook her head for each one too frightened and shocked to answer. "Rose Tyler?" her eyes widened and he clicked onto it. "You do, don't you? Tell me! Tell me or I'll pull the trigger!"
She couldn't open her mouth and say the words. She, Martha Jones who had seen countries been destroyed and people near death. Maybe it's because Rose had lost part of her confidence and fearlessness that so had Martha.
It showed how much Martha Jones relied on Rose Tyler.
The man pulled the trigger.
