Title: "Frequent Flyers' Privilege"

Author: Wish Wielder

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing / Character Focus: Martha Jones

Challenge: 30 Smiles

Theme / Prompt: #14 (What did you say?)

Word Count: 1,425

Rating: K Plus / PG

Summary: Martha wasn't too sure she liked the look dancing through the girl's eyes; it was a bit too mischievous.

Notes: Post-DRose reunion.

Disclaimer: "Doctor Who" and all respective properties are © the BBC. Megan D. (Wish Wielder) does not, has never, nor will ever own "Doctor Who".

"Frequent Flyers' Privilege"

Martha had been traveling with the Doctor for a good two years now (well, almost two), so she was used to the part of the adventures where she sat in a jail cell and waited to be rescued. She was ok with sitting on a gravelly floor next to rusty bars, counting down the minutes until the Doctor burst in, soniced the door open, and raced with her back to the TARDIS with angry guards nipping at their heels. It was just part of the packaged deal, as trouble seemed to be his shadow.

What she wasn't used to was the blonde sitting on the ledge on the other wall, anxiously bouncing her foot on her knee. Her arms were crossed, and she was staring at the ceiling in annoyance. She hadn't said much to Martha since they had been captured an hour earlier, but Martha didn't mind much – she was still getting used to the girl, frankly.

To be perfectly honest, Martha wasn't quite sure how to deal with the girl known as Rose Tyler. She had spent a year living in her shadow, loving a man still so horribly fixated on her he never quite saw her for her most times. She had left for a bit and had come back stronger and generally over what she told herself was just a crush, but she couldn't deny the slight flutterings of her stomach every time his hand had grasped hers. She had continued traveling with him and Donna for another half a year, until Donna had left and they had stumbled into Mickey Smith, an old acquaintance of the Doctor's (one that apparently shouldn't have been able to be in the universe). A few adventures with Mickey led to the girl across from her, Rose Tyler – age 25, executive Torchwood, Defender of the Earth.

She was friendly enough, but Martha just couldn't bring herself to fully accept her – not yet. It wasn't quite that she was jealous; she was actually off-and-on with Jack, and she was glad the Doctor was with her again – he was happier now. Maybe it was a partial jealousy, but when it came down to it she just didn't know how to respond to Rose. The girl had been built up so high, first by the Doctor and then Jack and finally Mickey, that she saw her as a titan, a living legend among men. It was just a bit hard to approach her after all she had heard; she really didn't want to come off a blithering idiot before her.

"So…" Rose finally said, and she looked at her with a raised brow. "Bet you five quid he's gotten himself captured, lost, or is so busy tinkering he hasn't even noticed we've gone yet."

Martha blinked for a moment, but when her words sunk in she had to smile. She shrugged and said, "Honestly? My money's on the last one."

Rose looked at her, grinning. She looked out the small window, where the sky outside was slowly turning the deep green of the planet's night. The outline of the double moons was slowly fading into existence, and the sound of night life was just starting to drift in past the bars. She sighed and plopped her head back against the wall.

"Wish he would've given me the screwdriver," she said. "Or just get me my own already. At least then I could try to resonate the concrete. Doesn't really work, but it'd still be something to do."

"Resonate the concrete?" Martha asked, quirking a brow. Rose turned and grinned at her.

"Trapped in a basement while running from gasmask zombies. The Doctor tried to resonate the concrete with the screwdriver so we could escape, but it didn't work. Jack ended up teleporting us out," she said, and Martha shook her head at the tale.

"The Doctor actually broke the screwdriver the first time I met him," she said. Rose's eyebrows soared at that, and she nodded. "Trying to run from alien rhinos and fetishists and he's busy crying over a burnt up screwdriver."

"He loves that thing, though," she said, and Martha nodded.

"S'what he says, yeah," she said, and Rose grinned. Martha wasn't too sure she liked the look dancing through the girl's eyes; it was a bit too mischievous.

"Running from alien rhinos, you said?" she asked, and Martha nodded. She shrugged slightly, looking to the bars of their cell. "I got trapped in a hospital with evil cat people – while being possessed by a bitchy trampoline."

"Trapped in a car flying above hundreds of giant crabs," Martha said, smirking. Rose looked back at her, her eyes sparking with a determined light as a smirk of her own curved her lips.

"Trapped in the cabinet room on Downing Street with Slitheen trying to nuke the world," she said, and Martha shrugged.

"Trapped on a cargo ship while it fell towards a living sun," she said, and Rose leaned forwards, nodding.

"Captured by a fleet of Daleks," she said.

"Run in with human-Dalek hybrids," Martha replied.

"Had a séance with Charles Dickens," Rose shot back.

"Performed the end of a play with Shakespeare," Martha said, "and then was chased out of the Globe by Queen Elizabeth's guards."

"Banished from England by Queen Victoria one hundred and seven years before I was born," Rose said. She looked thoughtful for a moment before grinning. "Been to the end of the world."

"End of the universe," Martha said matter-of-factly. Rose frowned.

"Met the mind of Satan," she said after a moment, and Martha smirked as she leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Lived with Donna Noble, Satan incarnate," she said, and Rose stared at her for a moment before laughing. She shook her head and pointed at her.

"Raised by Jackie Tyler, and the Doctor's already officially named her the devil herself," she said, and Martha laughed.

"All right, then – my mum's slapped the Doctor," she said. Rose took on a haughty look and held up both hands, eight fingers raised.

"My mum was the first to slap him – and she's done so eight times," she said. She looked thoughtful for a minute before smirking. "And she's kissed him – locked himself in the bathroom for an hour after that one scrubbing his mouth raw."

"Saved the world by getting people to believe in the Doctor," Martha said, and Rose shrugged.

"Saved the world by absorbing the time vortex," she said, and Martha let out a breath as she racked her mind for something – anything – to top her. She shot her a look and jabbed a finger Rose's way.

"Got the Doctor to fix the washer!" she declared, and Rose paused, giving her a flabbergasted look.

"Seriously?" she asked, and Martha nodded. "How did you manage that? I was on him for ages about it!"

"Mum slapped him and he said he didn't want me going 'round her place to get my wash done, even though I've got a washer at my flat," she said. Rose laughed and shook her head, smiling at Martha.

"Well, you would've thought he'd have fixed it long before then, since every time I needed to do the wash we had to go see my mum. And he hates my mum," she said. Martha just smiled, but it was replaced moments later by a frown as she looked at Rose.

"What started the one-upping, anyway?" she asked, and Rose shrugged.

"Dunno – needed something to do to pass the time," she said. She then grinned. "Besides, it's like a rite of passage for the Doctor's companions. Have a pissing contest with a previous companion."

"Just another of his frequent flyers' privileges, then?" Martha asked, laughing. "Like the universal roaming and a TARDIS key?"

"Superphones come standard – keys are if he really likes you," Rose said, nodding. "Frequent flyers' privileges…maybe. Yeah, I guess it is. Obligatory pissing contest. I lost mine to Sarah Jane Smith and the Loch Ness monster."

"So after two years I'm finally initiated," Martha said, and Rose smiled at her.

"Welcome to Team TARDIS, Martha Jones," she said. She looked back at the sky, which was now a near-black shade of emerald, and sighed. "So…about that bet. You say he's just not noticed?"

"Yeah," Martha said, nodding. Rose bobbed her head in quick agreement.

"Right – I say he's captured. Five quid to whoever's right," she said. Martha grinned, finally feeling a bit more like Rose was just any other girl she could have met on the street.

"You're on."

A.n.: I'm not too happy with this one – the idea seemed a lot better in my head. Idea thieves? Please ravage this one – I know someone else can do it justice! That being said…yeah, I think I'm going for a no-Rose, tissue boxer next time. Maybe. Dunno…