The Doctor stepped out of the way as Donna moved over, "Now, don't start a fight. Martha, Donna. Donna, Martha. Please don't fight. I can't bear fighting."
"You wish." Donna smiled. "I've heard all about you." She shook Martha's hand. "They talk about you all the time."
"I dread to think."
"No, no, no. They say nice things. Good things. Nice things. Really good things."
Martha laughed, "Oh, my God, he's not told you everything."
Donna frowned, looking at The Doctor, who shot Martha a glare, making her laugh even more. Of course The Doctor hadn't told Donna about Martha's constant struggle to wind him up about Zara. And right now, he was going to kill his best friend for bringing it up for the first time since she left.
