A/N I have nothing to say up here. The world is ending. It's the apocalypse (Is that helping?) *Half heartedly* run for your lives. Ahhhhhhhh Ahhhhh I'm being eaten. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee.
Perviously on The Doctor and Martha (Don't worry, I spelt previously like that because I thought it was funny. Originally, it was a boo-boo, but I'm just messed up.):
"Oh Doctor, always the funny one. You keep changing on me. Don't you love me anymore? I love you Doctor. I love you."
"What? Rose... How? Why are you here? I thought... I thought you were happy."
"-And I'm sorry. I am so... so sorry, but Rose Tyler is dead. And if you want to keep living, you better give her back to me now. Or I swear, I can and will kill you."
Martha grinned, and the Doctor grinned back. "My Doctor." She said. "My Doctor."
The Doctor wrapped his arms around his woman, and Martha did the same. "Allon-sy." Was all the Doctor said before he met Martha's lips in a slow, sweet kiss.
Dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Story time XD:
As the Doctor and Martha swapped saliva, Donna watched, amused. She couldn't tell which was funnier. Rose, the girl who was looking livid at the happy couple, or the happy couple, who were eating their faces off.
Sadly, Donna wasn't given time to decide, for the angry Rose-Alien-void-thing opened her mouth wide, and a baby blue bright light shone out through her eyes and mouth, as well as a thick fog. Donna screamed, and the lanky alien and the dark skinned beauty broke away from each other.
Martha threw the Doctor to the side, and he tried to pull her with him, but they weren't quick enough. Rose-alien-thing glared at Martha, and a red beam of light (A/N yeah yeah, cliché, I know.) shot through the light and fog... And hit Martha.
Like a sack of potatoes, Martha dropped to the ground, wide eyed, and dead. The Doctor wanted nothing more than to go to her, but he went to Rose-thing instead. "First, you kill then inhabit a very important person to me, then you kill another important person. So far, I'm really not liking you." The Doctor gave Rose-thing the meanest glare he could muster, which was pretty good, since it had Donna backing away, frightened. "I gave you a choice. Either the good and easy way, or the hard an bad way. You chose the wrong one. So now I'll give a bit of advice." The Doctor stalked closer the Rose-thing, and Rose-thing backed quickly away from the approaching Time Lord. "Just one word, one little word that will change your space-wasting life. Run."
And that's exactly what happened. Rose-thing ran, ran as fast as (A/N What gender is it?) it could. As soon as it was out of sight, the Doctor turned his attention immediately to Martha.
"She's dead, but her soul's still there. If I can get her down into the heart of the TARDIS, the Eye of Harmony, we can use the Vortex's energy to heal her. There'll be consequences, but don't worry. She'll be fine. Donna. It's your time to shine. I'm gonna take Martha, but I need you to go after... Rose. Can you do that for me?"
Donna was shocked. She saw many things in the space of five minutes, but this, what the Doctor was asking her to do, almost had her faint. But, being Donna, she used her strength. "Alright. But what d'you want me to do?"
"Here. Take the sonic." The Doctor handed his sonic screwdriver to Donna. She knew how much he loved that thing, and pocketed it.
She gave a reassuring smile to the Doctor and said, "Everything will be fine" and left. Though, as Donna followed in the direction of the Rose-thing, they both knew. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
And so, that was when Martha Jones woke up in a cold sweat, which slowly dripped down her face, onto her doona covers.
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Martha groaned, and looked around the room. It was hers. The one she had in the TARDIS. Confused, she stretched, grabbed the fluffy purple dressing gown, which was hanging on one of the bed posts, and shrugged it on.
She walked out of her room, and followed the trail she had memorized down to the control room. There, she found the Doctor doing what he usually does best when he was trying to fly the TARDIS. Martha smiled as she watched him dance around the console.
Eventually, the Doctor noticed her standing there. "Oh, hello. Awake, I see. Have a nice sleep?"
Martha frowned as she remembered what had went on. "No, not really. I woke up, feeling really weird. Where's Donna? And Jack? And Caitlin? Sorry, I mean Melody. And what happened with Rose?"
The Doctor stopped what he was doing, stared confusedly at his companion, and put the TARDIS in temporal space, so they didn't fly off somewhere. Again.
"How do you know Jack? And who's Donna, and Caitlin/Melody?"
"Doctor, don't play coy with me. Y'know, the weird Australian chick? And what about Amy?"
"Martha, you're scaring me. Here, sit down." The Doctor pulled Martha over to the pilot seats, and sat her down. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic, and his stethoscope. He checked her pupils, which were slightly dilated. But that was normal, seeing as the console room was slightly dim. Her eyes were clear, face was fine, heart was beating steadily.
"Martha, you've just had a weird dream. Tell me what happened."
Martha told the Doctor all she could remember. From when she left the Doctor, to when she was killed by Rose. Though, there was a long pause when Martha debated whether or not to mention the sex scene. Which she did mention, just in case.
"But if that was all a dream, how did I know about Amy, Melody, Donna and Jack?"
"Sometimes, the TARDIS gets sick. Which must have happened when you decided to go to sleep. I don't know any of the people you mentioned, except for Rose and Jack It was all the TARDIS. You don't have to worry about anything. Okay?"
Martha smiled, completely reassured by the Time Lord. "Alright Doctor."
"Now, where do you wanna go now? Barcelona? I've always wanted to go there. Ooh, how about... Endomonia!?"
"Endomonia? Sounds like a horrible disease."
"It is. That's what it was named after. The disease started there. In the year 14556, that Endomonian years, mind you, the great general Blorus..."
As the Doctor continued to rattle off about some planet, the TARDIS spun around in the vortex, occasionally spitting out what looked like human mucus. All was well.
Knowing the Doctor though, not for long.
****************************************A/N***************************************Yeah, I know that was a horrible way to end it. I blame all of you guys. You gave me NO feedback, NO tips, NO help. So I had to stick with my OWN imagination. Oh well, I like how it ended anyways. MAYBE you guys will get a sequel. And if you want, PM me with questions if this story was confusing.