Ok, Just so you know, some of Amy and Martha's conversation might not make sense if you haven't read my story, 'Fallen Rose Petals'. When Amy references to a conversation the Doctor and her had, don't try to think of when it happened in the show, because it didn't. It was a story I wrote.
Smile if you notice the reference to a certain American TV show :)
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"You know what I notice about that man?" Martha asked. It was meant as a rhetorical question, but Amy still asked what she noticed. Martha sighed. "It seems that the Doctor never tells me the important stuff until I either make him, or it's too late."
Amy bit her lip. To some degree, she knew the feeling, but she supposed it wasn't as bad for her. Martha sighed, and pushed her dreadlocks over her shoulder.
"He always did that when I traveled with him," she murmured. "I don't even think he ever really saw me as anything more than a companion." She rested her chin on her folded knees. "He was too sad about Rose. When he found her again, I was happy for him." Her lips parted slightly, and she narrowed her eyes. "She was still with him after the 'Planets in the Sky' incident." (In a normal conversation, Amy would have asked what she was talking about. Planets in the sky? Well, the Doctor said something about the crack in her wall erasing that particular event, but she never got the details. Apparently, Martha never forgot… Ok, the whole thing made Amy's head hurt.) "I thought she was traveling with him, but then he reappeared when Mickey and I were fighting the Sontaran, and she wasn't there. What happened to her?"
There was silence. Martha looked as if she were lost in thought. Suddenly, a moment when Amy and the Doctor had a heart to hearts when Amy first joined the TARDIS team surfaced to her memory. There he had explained who Rose was and where she went.
"Well, actually," Amy murmured, causing Martha to flinch as she retreated from her thoughts. "The Doctor told me that she is still in the parallel universe, but she has the duplicate Doctor with her."
Martha raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked. When Amy nodded, she said, "Rose meant so much to him. He meant so much to Rose. Wouldn't he want her to stay with him?"
Amy nodded sadly, recalling how upset he was during their conversation.
"Yeah," she replied. "He really loved her." Martha looked down, suddenly interested in the dirty ground next to her, and the atmosphere suddenly turned slightly awkward. Amy studied Martha's face, trying to read the emotion that was played across it. Amy tilted her head, and suddenly, she recognized the look. It's the one that is on Rory's face every time he looks at Amy.
"You loved him, didn't you?" Amy asked, making Martha flinch. "Before you met Mickey." Martha was silent, not confirming, nor denying Amy's guess. After a few moments of awkward silence, Amy slid up the wall. "Well, I don't know about you," Amy said. "But I'm not just gonna sit around feeling sorry for myself. Let's find a way out."

"How do you know about regeneration?" The Doctor asked Mickey as he leaned against the locked door, twirling the sonic in his fingers. Mickey glanced up at him from the floor and clonked his head on the wall.
"Can't tell you," Mickey responded.
"Why not?"
"Cause that is what you would instruct," Mickey replied. "The next you."
"So," the Doctor said, stretching the 'o' extra long. "You saw me regenerate, then?"
Mickey nodded. "Basically, yeah."
"And you're married to that Martha woman?"
"Yeah, I'm married to 'that Martha woman'," Mickey shot back, his tone changing slightly. "Got a problem with that?"
"No," the Doctor responded. "I just thought that you would still be chasing after Rose at age... er, what age are you now?"
"Thirty," said Mickey.
"You were twenty last I saw of you."
"Lot's have happened since then," Mickey replied. After a moment, he threw the Doctor a glare. "What do you mean, 'still chasing after Rose?'" he demanded.
"You know, chasing after her. Waiting for her to come back-"
"When I knew that she was gonna travel with you for the rest of her life," Mickey broke in. "I know. I'm not pathetic." He glanced at him. "When was the last you saw me?"
"Slitheen," said the Doctor.
Mickey laughed.
"For you information, I started dating not long after that," he shot at him. "I stopped waiting pathetically for Rose, and I don't regret it, not one bit." He stood up. "You always treated me like the tin dog," (the Doctor mouthed 'tin dog' silently in a confused fashion) "in both versions of you, and I'm not sure if you noticed, but you practically rubbed it in my face that Rose was gonna stay with you forever." He was talking as if he wanted to get this off his chest for years, especially to this Doctor. "Well, you know what?" Mickey half shouted. "She doesn't stay with you forever. She leaves, so there!"
The entire time Mickey ranted, the Doctor's mouth had hung open, anger forming on his face.
"What are you talking about?" he thundered, clutching his fingers so tightly around the Sonic that his knuckles were turning white. Mickey glanced at it. If the Sonic was someone's throat at that moment, that person would be dead, and if Mickey had to guess, that person would most likely be him.
With his eyes fixed on the Sonic, Mickey asked, "Can't that thing open the door?"
Anger still showing on his face, the Doctor growled in a low voice, "Deadlocked."
"Any other ideas?" Mickey asked.
"Here's an idea," said the Doctor. "Shut up."
Same old Doctor.

"Vortex Manipulator?" Rose asked. "You mean like what Jack used?"
"Exactly," the Doctor replied. "Except Jack's was faulty. That one seemed like it was working fine. How she got that thing, I don't know, but—"
His words were drowned out by the sound of the door opening, and the sound of marching Cyberman feet. Rose backed into the Doctor, who instinctively pushed her behind him protectively. They started backing up. Rose's heart rate increased. She was sure that the Cybermen were going to start the upgrade. As if reading Rose's mind, she heard a Cyberman say, "Warehouse 1 through 13 are ready for upgrading. Upgrades are now available." Rose heard a cell being opened up, and a scared sob escape from the prisoner.
"Follow," instructed the Cyberman.
One by one, the cells were opened. By the time Rose and the Doctor's were opened, Rose's heart was pounding in her throat. The Doctor gripped her hand tightly, and briskly lead her out of the cramped room. From experience, they knew not to fight it. Rose let out a shaky breath as they scurried down the hall, following the line of prisoners, which caused the Doctor to squeeze her hand tighter. She bit her lip as the Cybermen lead them out into the light of the setting sun. It must have been after eight for the sun to be that far set. Rose wasn't surprised. They must have been out for quite some time.
Not to far ahead of them, Cybermen were directing terrified prisoners into warehouses for upgrading.
"Proceed to Warehouse 10," said the Cyberman to a section of the line. To scared to defy them, they hurried to their instructed warehouse. Rose couldn't count how many prisoners there were. People were lead out of other warehouses that must have contained cells, because there were too many prisoners to fit in the building they had been kept in. The Cybermen must have been kidnapping people for a long time in order for this many people to go missing without an alarm being raised.
Rose bit her lip. Unlike these unlucky people, Rose knew what was in store for them, and she knew that it was terrible.
When she and the Doctor were at the front of the line, a Cyberman said, "Proceed to Warehouse 13 for upgrading." They hurried to the warehouse, Rose's heart pounding hard (now in her mouth). She was terrified.
The warehouse was full of people's terrified and pained screams, erupting from the chambers dotted throughout the inside. Rose glanced at the Doctor, who had a blank look on his face, as if he were locked up in his thoughts. Despite this, when Rose let out another shaky breath, he clutched her hand tighter, as if trying to remind her that he was there.
Tears started to gloss over her eyes as another scream erupted from a chamber that had just began work.
The upgrading has begun.

Jack woke up in a box. No, not a blue box to his disappointment. A large metal box, with barely enough space to move.
Standing up (with difficulty), he banged on what he believed to be the door, to no avail. He tried to rock the box side to side, but it was firmly fixed to the ground. It occurred to him what this was; this was a containment unit, that was very difficult to unlock from the inside. Cybermen didn't understand an immortal human, so into the box it goes.
"Urgh," he murmured. "The only boxes I like are blue."
He felt along the walls for a sort of knob, only finding a small indent in the wall that he could barely curl his fingers under. He tried pulling it, seeing if it would open like a car door, but it didn't. Nothing was ever that easy, and he knew that. Seemed like he would have to get creative.
"Hey!" he shouted, as if that would help him get a Cyberman's attention. "Why lock me up? Worried 'bout my charm?" he did a little dance at that. "Hello?" he called. "I'm getting tired of being a Jack-in-the-box! What are you waiting for? Me to 'pop goes the weasel'?" After a moment, he added, "First you've gotta give me a weasel."
Nothing happened.
Jack was about to change tactics when he heard a sudden click coming from the outside of the box. Jack jumped slightly, but regained his composure as the door swung open. On the outside was a Cyberman.
"Well," Jack said in a flirty tone, opening his arms in a weird way. "G-d, have I missed you."
The Cyberman stared at him motionlessly. Jack lowered his arms.
The two just stared at each other, one in a box, one not. After a minute or so, Jack said, "You're making this really awkward."
Without a word, the Cyberman turned on its heels and stalked off in the other direction. By the time Jack thought to move, the Cyberman was gone.

When Donna heard the yell, the torch she brandished was not close enough to touch the Silurian's back. Donna nearly dropped the torch as she heard the shout, and the Silurian immediately took off in the direction of the disturbance, not even stopping to check that Donna was secure (which she was, although she was holding fire at that moment). So before she knew it, Donna was alone.
Knowing the torch would be of no use to her now, Donna slid it back onto its post the best she could without getting burned, or without setting her hair (which was fiery enough without help) on fire.
She ran the possible causes of the yell through her head.
Donna didn't cause it.
Rory doesn't seem like the guy who could hurt a hair on anyone's head.
Amy, Rory's wife, whom Donna had never met, was MIA, and possibly dead.
Clara also doesn't seem like someone who could hurt anyone either, and she was also MIA.
The last Donna saw of the Doctor was him being tortured. She cringed at the thought. Despite not knowing this version of the Doctor, he was still important to her; no matter how annoying he gets.
River was perfectly capable of hurting someone, was handy with a weapon, and was perfectly capable of finding a weapon. Well, she had been knocked out, but she doesn't seem like the kind of woman who would let that stop her.
Yeah, River's got a gun.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no guard guarding her, Donna gripped the lock of her cell door and started pulling as hard as she could. That took no effect, and as soon as she pulled her hand away, she saw the top layer of skin on a couple of her fingers stripped away. She groaned. Blisters were never fun.
She restrained the urge to call out. If River truly had escaped, it would probably attract her attention, but it would also attract the attention of nearby Silurians as well. The yell probably got their attention, but still, Donna would prefer River to find her, not the guards. So Donna kept her mouth shut, listening intently for any sign.
There was another yell, but Donna didn't know who from.

The first Silurian in front of River's cell went down easily, unfortunately, letting out a loud yell that caused several pairs of footsteps to echo along the walls. River didn't mind though; she took them out as soon as they were in sight.
After they were unconscious, River heard another pair of footsteps coming from another direction, but nothing other than that. There must not have been many Silurians around.
River cocked her gun and pointed it in the direction of the footsteps, waiting for them to approach.
The footsteps grew louder and faster, echoing off the cold metal walls of the Prisoner Wing of the Silurian base. River fingered the trigger, waiting for the exact moment to pull it when-
"Hi honey," the Doctor said, skidding into view. "I'm home."
River lowered her gun as the other girl—Clara—came into view. River looked at her watch (which at the moment, was smashed to pieces from the Silurian tossing her to the floor), and said, "And what sort of time do you call this?"