Disclaimer: I used to own Doctor Who, but then it ran away.
A/N: Set during "The Shakespeare Code" because I quite like a jealous Martha.
Fighting Name
Martha's head rang, but she could feel herself regaining consciousness. Judging from the conversation between the Doctor and the witch, not even a minute had passed since she'd been hit. What was the witch saying?
"Oh, but your heart grows cold. A north wind blows and carries down the distant...Rose?"
With her eyes still closed, Martha's forehead crinkled with confusion. How could they know about..her?
"Oh, big mistake! Cause that name keeps me fighting!" Martha couldn't see what the Doctor did next, but she heard the witch scream. She was gone. Still, she didn't want to open her eyes. Doing so would feel like the equivalent of accepting defeat. Her heart was aching again in that familiar way she'd felt since the first time the Doctor had told her about her predecessor. It hadn't been the words. She couldn't expect to replace a good friend to anyone, but his voice had spoken volumes. Just the way he spoke the name. It was a caress.
Martha's forehead furrowed again when she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She didn't want to open her eyes and face him, having confirmed yet again what she already knew: that as much as he cared, as caring a person he happened to be, there would only ever be one fighting name for him. The knowledge that this name wasn't 'Martha' pierced her heart to no end.
A/N: I wasn't sure how much I liked this. For one thing, I like seeing Doctor/Rose through the eyes of others. On the other hand, I don't like making petty characters, even if the said character isn't my favorite. Either way, I did my duty. Now you do yours. Review, and we'll be square.