A/N MARK I: Hi! This is the first fan fiction I have let anyone, other than myself, read. And since I have kinda, sorta read every single rewrite of 'Smith and Jones' with Rose in it, I have decided to contribute to the cause.

Please, if you decide to write a review, (which a writer ALWAYS loves) only include constructive criticism in your reviews, as flames don't help any aspiring author develop.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Doctor Who, I wouldn't paint boxes to look like TARDISes, now, would I?


Rose Tyler had decided today was the best day of her life.

She had the Doctor back.

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It all started twenty-four hours ago.

For Rose and a certain Miss Martha Jones, today was a day like every other day on the calendar, repetitive.

As Martha was playing peace-maker within her family, Rose was being driven to work with Mickey.

While Rose was being given her assignment for the day, a beige, manila folder titled 'Royal Hope Hospital', Martha was confronted by a strange man in a suit while walking to that particular hospital.

As Martha was zapped with some static electricity as she was yanking her white jacket on, Rose was manically chatting to her mum and ending with "of course I'll be careful, I'm still in one piece, aren't I?" as she was getting chauffeured in a black van to the hospital with the rest of her Torchwood team.

While Rose was at the reception desk of the hospital and using a piece of 'slightly physic' paper stating she was 'a new intern', Martha was being introduced to a certain John Smith, whom mysteriously had two hearts, ran up to random people and took his tie off, and was best buds with Ben Franklin.

As Martha was complaining to her sister on her mobile about the dysfunctionality of their family on her lunch break, Rose was spending her lunch break in the same small lunch room on an alternate universe, speaking with a slightly different version of Martha's co-worker about natural phenomenon.

While both of women were doing this, the rain, on both universes at the same time, for the first time, went towards the sky, instead of from it.

Both hospitals on both universes jolted and hurtled faster than light towards their respective moons.

Even when they landed, the hospitals continued jolting as both hospitals merged into one.

Rose and Martha alike, when the hospitals stopped shaking, forced themselves off the ground, stared at the other and shouted, at the same pitch, "Who the hell are you?"

"Martha, Rose, look at the sky, it was day, now its night–"

Rose continued to stare curiously at Martha, but after a couple more seconds she decided to deal with the easier problem of the other woman in the room. Rose strode over to where the woman had sunk to the ground and then crouched, putting a comforting arm across the woman's shoulders. "Don't worry, my team and I will solve this, okay? The real question is, how'd you know both our names?"

The woman answered with a nervous shrug.

With a slight frown, Rose said, "Okay then, don't you worry about it. Look, you can see the Earth from here! Go on – look!"

The woman slowly raised her head to look out the window.

Deliberately forgetting their confrontation from earlier, Martha stood herself up and went over to where Rose was sitting with the woman and said, "How can we be on the moon?"

"Only one way to find out," Rose replied, standing up, "we go looking."

Rose briskly walked out of the little lunch room into chaos, the corridor filled to the brim with people screaming and running around in no particular direction at all.

Since Rose still looked the part of an intern, people came up to her and demanded an explanation to what was happening.

Martha slowly helped her fellow co-worker up, and followed Rose out of the tiny room. Seeing everyone running around helplessly, Martha lent a hand to Rose and told everyone calmly to go to their hospital rooms.

Walking down the hallway to one of the more filled patient rooms, Rose and Martha went around checking on the patients in that room, trying to settle them.

Suddenly, the man Martha Jones knew as John Smith whipped open the curtain of his area of the hospital room and opened his mouth.

Instead of saying anything, his jaw went slack upon seeing the woman that he couldn't ever see again.

Rose Tyler.

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Rose's gaze slid form person to person, she wasn't aware of who exactly – no, that was a lie. Of course she knew who she was looking for. She always looked for him when she was in a situation that involved aliens. Actually, she thought of him every single day, as extraterrestrials were a fact of her job.

Then, as she was about to help another person to their bed, she was knocked over breathless by someone hugging her within an inch of her life.

In fact, it was him. The person that hurt even to think about their name.

The Doctor.

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She was there. His Plus One. A Fact.

It was fantastic, brilliant, molto bene!

And then a droning noise filled his sensitive ears.

The sound of space ships.

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As suddenly as he had grabbed her, the Doctor let Rose go, and questioned Martha Jones on whether there was a balcony somewhere near. Then he made some rude remark about the cowering member of staff in the room whom had followed Rose and Martha. And then proceeded to dash out of the room, following that Martha Jones.

Same Doctor. Rude-and-not-Ginger. A Fact.

And going straight to the logical stuff. Aliens. Staying away from The Talk they desperately needed.

Rose automatically made a promise to herself. To actually have The Talk with him, no running or avoiding allowed.

And, right now, she was not letting him run away from her just yet. She ran after him.

Following that, she proceeded to run smack bang in the middle of the Doctor's back.

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He spun quickly around to help her up, but all he could grab was her hand, as Rose had already righted herself.

"Ready to see what's out there?" the Doctor queried, looking down at the Rose whom, just mere seconds before, had come back into the crazy life of his.

As he had not directed the question personally to Rose, Martha answered for her, slightly scared. "Okay."

"We might die."

"We might not," Rose simply said.

With a sigh, the Doctor and Rose simultaneously reached out to the handles opened the double doors leading to the balcony.

Martha took a deep breath. "We've got air!" Martha's curiousity seemed to get the better of her. "How does it work?"

"Just be glad it does." The Doctor strode over, and looked down over the railing to beneath the balcony, and then flicked his gaze upwards.

"I've got a party tonight," admitted Martha, regretfully, "It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really. . . really. . ."

"Are you okay?" asked Rose, dropping the Doctor's hand and side-stepping over to where Martha was standing on the opposite side of him.

"Yeah," released Martha in a breath of hot air.

"You sure? You can go back inside if you want," added Rose.

"No way," Martha shook her head. "I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same – it's beautiful."

"Yeah, it is." The Doctor's gaze looked over to Rose, who avoided his eyes.

Martha continued looking over at the blue and white orb that was the Earth, not noticing what was going on between the other two.

The Doctor went over to the railing of the balcony again, "Standing in the Earthlight."

"What do you think happened?" implored Martha to the other two.

"What do you think?" Rose turned her question back at her.

Martha paused to stop and think. "Extraterrestrial. It's got to be." She curled her nose. "I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? The space ship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things. . ." Both the Doctor and Rose winced, remembering the horrible outcome of the 'ghosts' coming through. "I had a cousin, Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."

"I'm sorry," Rose stated, showing by her eyes that she understood.

"Yeah."

"I-well, both of us," the Doctor started, "we were there at the battle."

"I promise you Mr. Smith," Martha said, clearing the uneasiness out of her voice, trying for authority, "we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way." She turned to Rose, "And which new intern are you then?"

"I'm not an intern. The name's Rose Tyler," said Rose.

"And it's not Smith. That's not my name."

"Who are you then?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"Me too, if I can pass my exams." A laugh. "What is it then, Doctor? Smith?"

"It's just the Doctor," Rose replied for him.

"How do you mean, 'just the Doctor'?"

"Just, 'the Doctor'."

"What, people call you 'the Doctor'?" Martha asked, directing her question at the Doctor.

"Yeah." He said it as though a 'Duh' was lurking around in there somewhere.

"Well, I'm not." Que shocked expressions from the other side of the party. "As far as I'm concerned, you have to earn that title."

"Better start then, Doctor."

As Rose said that, she had her most serious face on. The only thing that gave away her emotions were her eyes. They were sparkling.

"Let's have a look." Grabbing a rock found on the ground, the Doctor chucked it, where it hit a barrier of some kind, waves of tension coming off it in blue. "There must be a kind of force-field keeping us in."

"If that's like a bubble, sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?"

"How many people in this hospital?" sighed a resigned Doctor.

"I don't know, a thousand?" answered Martha, sounding distraught.

"One thousand people. Suffocating."

"Why would a sane creature do that?" Rose stated.

"Heads up." Suddenly, the droning got so loud that even human ears could hear it. "Why don't you ask them?"

A hissing noise was released as the space ships landed and opened. Troops, in a sort of black armour, filed out of the ship.

"Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens," said an over-excited Martha.

"Judoon." The Doctor's one word and tone of voice made her sober up completely.

The Doctor turned on his heal, taking Rose's hand and headed back inside, with Martha tagging along behind.

"Let's go take a look, shall we?"


A/N MARK II: I promise I had a logical reason painting that box, it was rectangular and fitted my box sets of the new series of Doctor Who in it EXACTLY. See, it was made for it! ;P

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