Fluff at the end! Finally! Lol… reviews would be lovely please

Martha stepped out of the TARDIS and stared around the familiar flat she called home, her heart sinking. Everything was how she left it, everything. It was like none of it had ever happened. Her stomach tightened and for a second, she could have cried. Taking another step forward she pulled herself together and the Doctor emerged from the TARDIS.

"So," he said.

"So."

"Here we are. Back at the ranch, so to speak. As promised." Martha nodded.

"Yeah," she managed. She looked up at him and smiled. The gesture was utterly false. And she didn't fool him for a second. He smiled back, his own grin equally fake and shuffled on his feet.

"So this is it?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "It's got to be. You know that." He nodded, musingly.

"One trip I suppose," he said. "That was what it was supposed to be."

"Things just escalated," said Martha. Her stomach fluttered nervously. "I just wanted to say-" The ringing of her phone cut her off. She huffed in irritation. The phone only rang once before it flicked to her answer phone: "Hi I'm out leave a message." This time the Doctor grinned. This was so like Martha. Quick, straight to the point, no fuss.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Martha are you there? Pick it up, will you?"

"S'mum," said Martha. "It'll wait."

"All right, pretend you're out if you like. I was only calling to say you're sister's on TV. On the news of all things. Just thought you might be interested." Martha picked up the remote and flicked on her small telly. Her eyes scanned the screen and picked out Tish, in her serious work clothes sitting behind an older man who was delivering some kind of speech.

"How could Tish end up on the news?" Martha wondered aloud. They half listened a little to the man speaking. "She's got a new job. PR for some research lab." The Doctor was concentrating on Tish's face. You could tell she and Martha were related, they were both very pretty- but he decided Martha won it for him in the looks department. And then he was lost in a fantasy of Martha introducing him to her sister as 'her new boyfriend'. His hearts leapt at the idea.

"Sorry," said Martha, switching the telly off. The Doctor smiled.

"You were saying…"

"Just… thank you. For everything. It was… incredible. Truly."

"I wish it could have been different," he sighed remorsefully. He pulled her into one final hug that lingered a little longer than usual and for more than a second she wanted to hold onto him forever and ever. She held her breath to contain a whimper and reluctantly let her hands fall slack by her sides.

"Goodbye," she said. He nodded and leant forward to kiss her on the cheek. Then he went back into his Time ship and shut the door. Martha felt lost after it materialised. She choked back a sob, her heart pounding in her chest. Would she ever see him again? Then, before a tear could squeeze out from beneath her eyelash, she heard the heaving of the TARDIS reappearing. She wondered for a second if she was imagining it but then he stepped out of the blue box again.

"I'm sorry," he said, flashing her a smile. "Did he say he was going to change what it meant to be human?"

III

The Doctor leaned against the door of the TARDIS waiting for Martha to come out of her room. He wondered with a tingle of excitement what she was going to wear. He was decked out in his black tie already and not enjoying the uncomfortable experience. However he forgot his negative feelings when Martha shyly emerged from her room.

"You look fantastic," he enthused. She smiled, pleased.

"Thanks," she said. She took in his adorable freckles, wondering how she thought she could ever let him go. She let him take her arm and twirl her around, and she laughed. He watched as she busied around, turning off all the lights before she opened the door. "Let's go," she said. He hooked her arm around his and pressed her close to his body, not in a possessive way but in a supportive, loving one. She smiled and they walked out of the block out flats and got in her car.

III

Jackie's eyes widened at her daughter's pronouncement. "Rose," she said slowly. "You don't mean what I think you mean?"

"That depends what you think I mean," she said. "Anyway Mum, Martha's a whore. She doesn't matter." Jackie winced at the younger woman's brutal words.

"Just think about what you're saying for a second," she said, her voice wobbly. "Rose I'm scared. We're in too deep. We should just walk away while we still can."

"We can't," she said. "I can trust him."

"How do you know?" Jackie asked. "Rose you used to be devoted to the Doctor. This man's managed to turn you against him and a few months back, nobody could have done that."

"I'm not against him," said Rose. "I was told we were on the same side, and the Doctor might take a while to realise that. You know how oblivious he is sometimes. Anyway, he's like the Doctor isn't he. He's got two hearts; he's a Time Lord. He must be good. Of course I can trust him."

"But he told you to kill," said Jackie, her voice strained. "How could you trust a man who'd tell you to do that?"

"He didn't tell me to kill," said Rose. "He told me to get rid of. Any way I like. As long as it was forever."

"Rose," she said. "There have been people round the house. Working for him. They monitor everything I do. Look." She parted her fringe to reveal a dying bruise. "If we can trust him why would he hurt us?"

"He hasn't hurt me," said Rose without a flicker of sympathy. "Just you. So you must have done something wrong, mustn't you?" Jackie began to cry openly. Rose didn't move forward to comfort her, she stayed still. Stony.

"What's happened to you? You've changed?"

"He's taught me so much," said Rose warmly. "My Master."

"Rose, you're making yourself vulnerable," said Jackie. "How in their right mind would force you to call him the Master?"

"Shut up," snapped Rose. "He taught me everything I know, nearly. I know what I was doing with the Doctor was silly. Silly and pointless and childish and naïve. Now there is a purpose. And I will fulfil it."

"He's not teaching you," said Jackie. "He's manipulative!"

"He taught me to protect myself. Not to let out my emotions or else people will trample on them. And to keep everything I own close or else somebody will steal it. Like Martha Jones tried to do." Jackie raked a finger through her blonde hair.

"I don't understand," she said. "This is stupid. I want to get out. Now."

"It's too late," said Rose emphatically. "You helped him at the beginning. You got the Doctor to marry me."

"I didn't know what I was letting myself into," Jackie shouted, jumping to her feet in anger. "Shit, Rose, this is wrong. All of this is wrong!"

"What would you know about wrong!" screamed Rose. "If the Master hadn't stepped in, I would trapped in that parallel universe with Mickey! That's what he told me, and I believe him! And I'd rather work for him and have this than not and be separated form my one true love!"

"Rose, do you really still believe you and the Doctor are right," Jackie hissed. "Do you feel like you two fit?"

"Yes. I do." Jackie turned away.

"You're wrong," she said. "He's using you."

"Yes," said Rose. "He is. And I'm letting him. Because something good will come out of all this. He promised."

"What?"

"The rise of Gallifrey."

III

Martha opened the door to her flat and walked in tiredly. She sank into a chair and the Doctor flicked on the lights.

"Ok?" he asked. She nodded.

"I didn't want my family to have to see that," she said. "Any of that."

"I'm sure they can handle it," said the Doctor. "Don't worry about it."

"But we just rushed off again," said Martha. "God, I feel so… urgh. I led Tish to the cathedral right into Lazarus she could have been killed. And what if I'd died up there? What would she have done there? And Mum? She would have gone mad-"

"Sshh," said the Doctor. He was fiddling with something and she starched up to see what he was doing- lighting scented candles.

"I don't remember buying them," she said.

"Found them in my pocket," he said, not looking up. "They smell nice, don't they?" Martha inhaled.

"Yeah," she said.

"Jasmine. To relieve stress and relax. Perfect," he said, treating her with one of his grins. She kicked off her shoes and massaged her sore feet.

"Never had to run that fast in high heels before," she said. He shrugged off his jacket and loosed his bowtie with a finger, sitting in front of her.

"I have," he admitted. Martha spluttered.

"I don't even know if I want to hear about that one," she laughed. The Doctor grinned.

"Maybe we'll save it for later," he said. "Right now- you should tell me what happened in the cathedral when I was playing at being Beethoven." Martha sighed.

"Well there's not much to tell," she said. "It chased us up to the top and it was like a circle with a whole in the middle. We were on one side and he was on the other. He swiped at us knocked over part of the barrier. I was hit and I fell."

"You fell?" he asked. "Where?"

"I was holding onto the edge," she said. "I thought I was gonna die but you were playing the organ and I dunno Lazarus fell and he knocked me but just before I let go Tish grabbed me and pulled me back up."

"Rassilon," he muttered. "I'm sorry, Martha."

"That's ok," she said, curling her feet up beneath her. "I'm fine aren't I?"

"I bet your shoulders hurt through," he said. "With all that clinging to the edge."

"I suppose," she said.

"So… would you like me to rub them for you?" He grinned, holding up his arms. "Healing hands?"

"Yes thank you," she whispered. He moved behind her and began massaging her shoulders gently. His fingers were cool and supple, easing the pain so effortlessly. She sighed and leaned back against his grip. He continued to rub and treat her shoulders, slowly moving down her back.

"Is that nice?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she said. "Perfect."

"You know," he said as his hands worked magic behind her. "That was meant to be a celebration, that thing we just went to. But it didn't turn out too well and we didn't get a chance to have fun."

"No we didn't," she said.

"So why don't we have some now?" he said. "I've got some wine in the TARDIS- you humans like that right? - and you've got some music and you must be starving so we can summon some fish and chip from somewhere and most importantly we've got each other-"

"And you're getting cheesier and cheesier by the second," she replied.

"Cheeky," he said, tapping her shoulder. "What do you say?"

"Sounds like a good idea," she said. "As long as it's a chill out kind of celebration not a full on rave. I'm tired."

"Ok," he said. "Fish, chips, wine-"

"And each other," she finished, smiling.

"Right!" he said. "And we could watch a movie or something-"

"No," Martha said. "I'd rather just talk." The Doctor grinned.

"Then talk we shall!" He pressed a fleeting kiss onto her cheek and hurried into the TARDIS." Martha leaned back and prepared to relax.

III

Three hours and Lord knows how many bottles of wine later, the Doctor kissed Martha Jones.

It started off as a gentle joining of the lips, designed to make sparks of electricity tingle between them but, due to her drunkness, Martha reacted positively. She parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth while his hands roamed her back. Her hands raked his hair and he pulled her on top of his lap, urgently kissing every inch of her face.

"Doctor," she murmured.

"Mmm," he said, distracted by how good her arse felt cupped in his hands.

"You're a good kisser."

"Yeah," he said. "So are you." He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, sucking on his tongue hungrily. He gasped. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

"Let's do that," said Martha. "Mine or the TARDIS?"

"Yours," he said. "Nearer." He carried her in and laid her on the bed, ready to completely and utterly ravish her. And later, in the depths of her ecstacy, between screaming the Doctor's name, she shouted:

"I love you!"