The other's story
"Jake, stop it." Rose Tyler laughed at her first, her only real friend from this strange world. Of course she liked Pete Tyler but being in her early twenties she just didn't think of someone who was old enough to be her dad, who technically was her dad, as a friend. But Jake didn't stop.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way." He sang, laughing at his two friends.
"Jake…" Mickey Smith began,
"Come on… it's just a song. What's wrong with it?"
"Jake… if you'd been attacked by a mad Christmas tree playing that song you wouldn't like it either."
"Besides, it's January. Christmas's over."
"I know. It's just so fun seeing your reactions." Beginning again he walked in front of them, turned to face them, and stopped dead. His eyes widened.
"Jake. Hello, look like you've seen a ghost."
He didn't answer, just starred behind them. Curious to see what had sparked such a reaction in her friend Rose turned and followed his gaze. Just walked out from a side street were two people, a young girl in her late teens and a man, tall and thin with crazy her and trainers. The only thing changed with him was the new suit.
"D… Doctor…"
When he heard her he walked over to her and the next second he was hugging her so hard she was sure her ribs would crack.
"Hello Rose. This is Susan…
"Smith. Susan Smith."
"Ah yes. Susan Smith. She's my great-great-granddaughter; her grandmother was my granddaughter whom I left in 22nd century London because she fell in love with a man there, anyway, we think it's a bit too odd calling each other that so, what?" he exclaimed seeing Rose's laughing face.
"Nothing. It's just. Did you decide not to talk until you saw me again?"
"Nope. Defiantly not. Even for the short time I've been with him he'd proved he can to the ears of the devil. He's been talking a lot about you and some girl called Martha…" realizing her mistake Susan stopped dead.
"Martha. Who's Martha?"
"A companion. Her cousin died at Canary Wharf. Sweet girl. Cheeky, funny, brave. But she lacked something."
"Like what?"
"Being you. Rose, she weren't you."
Not knowing what to say Rose simply smiled to him.
"Come on. Mum'll be pleased to see you again."