A/N: this chapter sucks. Like really badly. For some reason writing from the Doctor and Martha's point of view is difficult. Oh well two more chapters after this.
S O M E T I M E S
Not finishing first is fine
"Are you going to tell me what you are doing?" Martha asked, now completely bored. They had been in the empty Torchwood building for nearly four hours while the Doctor tinkered away with the alien technology. Neither had said a word.
"Making something to send a signal, remember?"
"I was hoping for something a little more specific," she shot back.
"Alien stuff," the Doctor said grinning. "You wouldn't even know what this stuff is called." Martha rolled her eyes.
"Ok, so you send a signal, how do you know Rose will be the one to get it?" Martha asked.
The Doctor laughed. "Cause she's Rose." Martha wasn't convinced. "Listen, Rose called me. I don't know how much of that conversation was heard, but if she found a way to get in contact with me then she will only go to one place. That was the last room we were in together." His voice dropped off toward the end. "Anyways, she'd go there, or here, or parallel here, and try and figure something out."
"But this is Torchwood, right? Or it was. But it still is over there, so how will she get in?"
"Funny you should ask Martha, Rose works for Torchwood! Well, she was going to. Either way, her father is running the Torchwood in that universe, so Rose will get in." The Doctor said smiling. "And she'll come straight to this room," he added, pressing his hand against the spongy wall. "Oh?"
"Oh? Oh what?" Martha asked, poking the wall carefully. "No really, what?"
"She's all ready for us," The Doctor said. He grabbed Martha's shoulders and practically danced her back toward the signal device that he was working on. He flipped a switch and a million lights blinked to life. "Ready to send messages!"
"How bout receive them?" Martha asked.
"What?"
The Doctor looked up in time to see the wall begin to ripple more so then ever. The tiny lights on the alien device started blinking in strange code indicating that something was coming through.
"She beat us to it," the Doctor said quietly. He was impressed. "Come on Rose Tyler!"
"Doctor?"
It was the voice first, but slowly a form started to materialize. The form had blond shoulder length hair, most of her features were washed out by the blinding light, but her brown eyes shown through. It was Rose.
Martha couldn't help but feel awed at the display. She was almost angelic, surrounded by the bright white lights. Rose was indeed something special.
"Where is the TARDIS?"