As they whizzed through the air, The Doctor dialled the all too familiar number into River's mobile telephone device, deliberately slowing down as he reached the end, his fingers shaking as if he were in a battle zone. He placed the receiver up to his ear, his mouth becoming dryer as each ring became a distant sound, after around a minute, a familiar voice spoke; "Hiya! This is Doctor Martha Jones-Smith. If this message can be heard I'll probably be busy doing other things! Please leave me your name and a contact number and I'll get back to you as soon as I possibly can! Thank you!"
"Er, well, hello, Martha. I presume you know why I am calling at this hour. I need you to get back to me, how do humans say? ASAP, please, good bye." He rung off, ashamed and confused at how formal he had become. This woman once knew his deepest and darkest secrets.
River entered from where she had been standing, placing a hand on his shoulder, "How did it go, sweetie?"
"It- It, didn't, really, it was her answer machine thing, I left a message, I left a message asking her to call me back, I-…"
"She'll know to get back to us, then, sweetie?" River asked, planting a kiss on the shoulder she had hold of, "She'll know why we called."
"She will," The Doctor smiled, handing River her mobile back, "She will always come when I call. She promised me she would, and Doctor Martha Jones never breaks promises."
"I hope you're right sweetie." River laughed, "You always did have a soft spot for your travellers!" She winked at him, smiling.
"River, at one point, Martha was all I had, and I lost her. Like I lost Rose, Donna, and now Amy and Rory…"
River looked up at her husband, "You'll always have me, no arguments, I will always be here."
"River, please, I don't want to think about that, not tonight, can we please just go to bed and sleep? I haven't slept in a long time."
"Not yet," River looked uncomfortable, "There's someone else I need you to call…" She handed her mobile again, "A certain Miss Rose T-"
"NO! I can't call her, ever, I can't-" The Doctor cried, like a wounded animal, "It isn't even possible."
"Oh, but don't you see, sweetie? I'm a time traveller, I can." She laughed and took her mobile from her husband's now shaking hands.
"No! The one adventure I can never have. Rose is living her life, the one adventure I am unable to go, ever." Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes now, River knew that she had gone too far, but she needed this information.
"Doctor, I know that this is hard, I know it is, but Martha and Rose are the only people who can save us now."
"River," The Doctor gazed at her in wonder, "You're not listening to me. It is impossible to see or even speak to Rose; parallel universes are a no-go zone." He sighed, "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't see my Rose ever again."
"But, don't you see, you can! You can see her again, isn't that what you want?!" She asked, knowing the answer already.
"I do. I do want to see her, but I can't! It would rip a thousand holes in the universe! It would cause a sun to burn and die. It would rip the whole of creation in two!"
River looked sheepish, "It's ringing-"
"NO! RIVER, NO!" The Doctor snatched the phone away and threw it on the TARDIS's hard floor, the ringing subsequently coming to a rather abrupt halt, "When I say no, please, please, remember that it is for a valid reason! I am so upset that you would do that, River."
"I'm sorry, I-" River spoke, shocked at his reaction.
"River, just leave me be for a while, please, I need to speak to Martha if I can, I need to get my head around all of this, go to be, I shall join you soon, I love you."
"I love you too, sweetie." River replied, "I'm sorry about that, please don't be long." She blew him a kiss and sashayed her way into the bedroom, singing as she did so.
Hearing the door click, The Doctor picked up the now rather battered phone off the floor, and dialled the number that he needed, right now he needed her so bad; it actually hurt.
He placed the receiver up to his ear, willing it to ring, it did, and to his utter surprise and delight all at once, after three rings, a voice answered, "Hello, this is Martha Jones-Smith, who is calling?"
He almost dropped the phone in shock, "Martha, Martha, it's-"
"DOCTOR?!" Martha's voice raised several decibels, "Doctor, is that really you?"
"Yes," The Doctor smiled as Martha squealed, "Hello, you."
"It really is you! I- How- I-" She struggled to find the right words.
"Martha, I- well, you know why I'm calling you…"
"I do, and I have the information you require, but first, mister, how have things been with you?" She asked, giggling as she spoke.
"I miss you." The Doctor whispered, "Things are good, are things good with you?" He laughed as he asked the question.
"I miss you too, Doctor. And things are good; I became a mummy a few months ago!"
"Martha Jones and Mickey Smith; congratulations to the pair of you," He laughed again, "I bet he or she's the best behaved child ever, with the two of you being their parents!" He laughed at his own joke, Martha laughed with him.
They stayed up until around five o clock in the morning, talking and laughing, and planning against the return of the drums.