A/N:Thank for all the reviews and alerts are still coming in, I am flabbergasted! I'm not really happy with this chapter ...I don't know.

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Chapter Twenty Five: The Conversation – Part Two

Rose rolled her eyes; sickened by the amount of affection that was being displayed in front of her.

Martha finally turned to Rose. "Okay, I'm ready."

Rose reluctantly followed Martha into the small room, as the Doctor and Jackie looked on – concern written all over their faces.

DWDWDW

Jackie turned to the Doctor as he stared at the closed door.

"Do you think it's going to be alright with just the two of them in there…alone?" She asked, wanting some assurance.

The Doctor pursed his lips and sighed deeply, never taking his eyes off the door. "I have faith that my wife will do what ever is necessary to have a decent conversation with Rose," he replied. "But if I get a feeling that Rose will try to harm her…" he dropped the conversation, remembering who he was talking to. "The TARDIS will protect Martha."

Jackie stared at the Doctor, the love he felt for Martha showed on his face.

"I'm sorry," Jackie said apologetically. "I didn't know how far Rose has gone over the edge." She explained. "Pete and I thought that with time…" she held her head in shame. "She seemed to get better, she wasn't moping around crying about you and she had Mickey so we thought…" Jackie shrugged her shoulders. "We thought Rose was finally moving on with her life, but then she heard about the Dimension Cannon Project…Pete refused to approve funding for the project at first, but when Rose threatened to hurt herself if her father didn't release the funds…" Jackie sighed heavily and shook her head. "We should have gotten her help…"

"Don't blame yourself for your daughter's decisions." The Doctor advised her. "It is not your fault or Pete's for the way Rose turned out."

"But I'm her mother!" Jackie sobbed. "How can I not feel guilty?"

He wrapped his arms around Jackie to comfort her. "Rose is an adult, she has her own mind," he replied. "Rose and only Rose is responsible for her actions; not you, not me or Pete…only Rose."

DWDWDW

Martha and Rose sat facing each other on opposite sides of the room.

Rose keeps looking at the door as if she expected to be rescue from the small hellhole and from the woman who had the audacity to marry the Doctor.

Martha found Rose's action quite humorous.

"Do you want to begin or shall I?" Martha asked calmly.

Rose narrowed her eyes, she hated that Martha was sitting across from her poised and in control. I'm going to wipe that smirk off her face once and for all. She said to herself. "Alright, I'll go first" She offered.

Martha nodded, urging her to go on.

"The Doctor is mine, I knew him first."

Martha rolled her eyes and sighed. "So much for a mature conversation," she quipped. "Do you know how childish that sounds? So by your own logic, the Doctor is yours because you knew him first…well if that's the case, he belongs to Sarah Jane."

"He does not," Rose snapped. "He hadn't mentioned knowing the old slag until he ran into her again."

Martha stared at the woman incredulously. "Did you think that you were the only Companion that traveled with the Doctor?" she asked. "Surely you must have known you were not the first to travel with him, he has been around for a long time, he have had many Companions before you."

"I don't want to talk about that," Rose replied, shrugging her shoulders. "The point is, if I wasn't torn from his arms, the Doctor and I would be together right now."

"Okay, I can give you that," Martha agreed. "But it did happen and the Doctor has moved on with his life, why can't you accept that?"

"I will never be able to accept that." Rose snapped. "Never! What I felt for the Doctor and what he felt for me was special; our love was something that fairytales are made of. The Doctor knew I couldn't live my life without him, he knew that one day I will find a way for us to be together again."

"And how did you made that happen, by killing millions of innocent people?" Martha asked incredulously. "You couldn't possibly believe the Doctor was going to welcome you back with open arms after what you have done, did you?"

"…"

"You're a murderer Rose Tyler." She reminded the young woman. "A cold hearted murderer."

"Do you really think I give a fuck?" Rose chuckled. "The Doctor means more to me than those faceless people." She shrugged her shoulders. "Who cares?"

"The Doctor," Martha replied, rattling Rose's cage. "After what had happened to his own people he values life."

Rose looked at her – confused. "What do you mean? The Doctor never mentioned anything to me about it."

"Are you serious? You mean in the entire time you had traveled with the Doctor, you had never asked him about his home planet?" Martha felt her temper rise. "Did you even care?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Enough about the Doctor," she said, "Let's talk about you."

Martha smiled. "Now we are getting to the real subject," she said. "What about me, Rose?"

She looked at the dark skinned woman, thinking it was her chance to hurt her. "The only reason the Doctor married you is because you had managed to get yourself knocked up." She said, her words dripping with venom.

Martha looked at Rose and laughed hysterically – surprising her.

"You would think that," Martha said, between giggles. "In your delusional mind, the Doctor couldn't possibly love me enough to marry me without the expectation of a baby is that it Rose?" She scoffed. "Oh god, you are so predictable." Martha wiped the tears from her eyes. "Denial aint only a river in Egypt."

"I'm not the one in denial you are," Rose smirked. "Once you drop your brat…OUCH!" Rose quickly jumped out her chair; the TARDIS had zapped her.

Martha reached out and stroked the wall. "It's okay old girl I can handle her."

Rose raised her foot to kick the sentient machine but Martha stopped her.

"You should really ask yourself if you really want to do that."

Rose put her foot down and sat on the edge of her seat, not trusting that the TARDIS will not zap her again.

"Rose, I have a confession to make." Martha said. "I wasn't going to tell you any of what I'm about to say, but I feel that I must."

"What is it?"

"I use to hate you," Martha began. "Hated you with a passion, when I first met the Doctor, he had just lost you and was in deep mourning."

A gleeful smile spread on Rose's face. "Ha! I knew it; I knew he still loves me."

Martha raised her eyebrows at Rose. "No Rose he doesn't." she stated as a fact. "And if you let me finished you know where I'm going with this."

Rose shrugged her shoulders, not caring what Martha had to say. The Doctor still loves her!

"As I was saying, I hated you, nothing I did was good enough; the Doctor had put you upon a pedestal that was impossible to reach…and once I got tired of the Doctor treating me like shit, I left."

"Yea!" Rose smirked.

"Yea is right." Martha agreed. "Yea for me that I moved on with my life, I discovered that I am damn good, that I didn't need the Doctor to validate myself worth, so when we met again things was a lot different between us…I wasn't that smitten little girl he had met a few years before, and he had noticed that."

"What ever." Rose sighed.

"Rose, if I would have stayed with the Doctor, I could have ended up just like you," Martha continued. "Obsessed over the Doctor, trying to get him to feel something for me, that I knew wasn't there."

"The Doctor loved me…" she repeated.

"No Rose, the Doctor loved the idea of you." Martha corrected her. "The way the Doctor talked about you then, I thought you were this…this sweet angel, the goddess of light, but you're not."

"What do you mean?"

"You're nothing like the way he describe you." Martha tucked several strands of hair behind her ears before continuing. "I thought you couldn't do any wrong…the perfect woman. But we all know that is a lie…" she sighed. "The truth is, Rose Tyler, you are a spoil selfish brat, who thinks the Doctor owes you something.

Instead of making something of yourself, that would make the Doctor proud. You became obsessive to the point that you unwittingly helped Davros and the Daleks invade earth, the same planet earth that holds a special place in the Doctor's hearts.

I almost had to destroy my planet today because of your obsession. I almost killed my child, the Doctor's child because of you and I will never forgive you for it, never and neither will my husband…and if you opened your mouth to say that the Doctor loves you one more time, I am going to stomp you in the ground.

The Doctor hasn't been chasing after you, declaring his undying love for you has he?

"…"

"Huh? What was that?...I thought so. The kind of love the Doctor and I share is real; it's hot, sexy, and passionate."

Rose put her hands over her ears. "Stop, saying that!"

"Why? It's true." Martha smirked. "You have seen it for yourself; the Doctor and I are soul mates, bonded for life." An evil glint shone in Martha's eyes. "In fact…" she reached down and grab Rose's right hand.

Rose tried to pull away, but Martha was stronger.

Martha placed Rose's hand over her right breast and waited for her reaction.

Rose nearly fainted when she felt Martha's right heart beat against her palm.

"You're a…you're…a…oh… no… it can't be true…"

"Ahhh, but it is…"

Rose began to cry, not sure now to process this new information.

Martha, sensing they had enough, opened the door and walked straight into the waiting arms of her relieved husband.

"Are you okay?" He asked, holding her close.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I don't know about Rose, I don't even know if I had gotten through to her."

"Does it really matter?"

Martha shook her head. "Not really."

"Why don't you sit down and I get you something to eat?" the Doctor suggested.

"Okay."

The Doctor escorted Martha to the nearest table.

For the second time in a matter of hours, Jackie walked into the small room.

Rose was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Are you alright love?" Jackie asked.

"No, I'll never be alright again!" Rose sobbed. "Never!"

tbc...

A/N: thanks for reading!