Rose Returns

Martha the little Shipper

__Martha's POV__

I decided that I wanted to visit Raxica.....Raxicore.....Raxe....DAMMIT! Anyway, I told The Doctor that I wanted to see the Slitheen's home planet again. By myself. Without Time Lord drama. Well, without alien drama. Well, just without trouble at all.

__The Doctor's POV__

I decided to spend the rest of my day after my shower in my room, comforted by nothing other than my bed, my tears, and my thoughts, all of which revolved around Rose.

_The Next Day (still The Doctor's POV)_

By the time I had fallen asleep the previous night, my mind had been void of thoughts and love and hope and happiness. I had become a blank statue frozen over by memories. When I was asleep though, everything flooded back, and I had nightmares. They weren't unusual, but what was unusual was the amount of sleeping I've been doing lately. I normally need 10-15 hours of sleep a week, but I have been sleeping 9 hours a night for the past 74 months. I asked my box where we could go today, and she reminded me about having to find that damn Deluminator for Ally. No.....Albin. Yes, it was definitely Albin. No.........Alvin. Yes, I was sure of it this time.

I got up, got dressed into a blue suit and red Converse, and headed over to Martha's bedroom. Wasn't there. Not Martha, but her entire room. Her entire room was just moved. Obviously the work of my TARDIS, but Why is the real question.

I wandered aimlessly for a bit, until I stumbled on Martha's room, clearly marked by her poster of Patrick Stump (mind you it was covered in glitter and hearts) that was plastered onto her door. I could hear 7 Minutes In Heaven playing through her door.

I walked in bluntly and saw her reading "fanfic". Usually she read about these things she called her "Oh Tea Peas," which she told me were Penis, 10 Roses, and Hair My Own E. Usually, I wasn't very interested in this "fangirling" stuff Martha did, but sometimes she would ramble on for hours, and I tended to notice some things. First, this Pita guy should have really stepped up, grown some, and talked to Cat Miss BEFORE the seventy-fourth reeping. Also, this rosy character really seemed great. I told Martha maybe one day we would have to take the TARDIS to see her, cos maybe out of all the woman in the world, she was the one I needed to take me out of my depression. Oh, and finally, this Her My Own E did NOT really seem meant for Hairy. Like, they should've totes moved on or never even started. Row My Own E ALL. THE. FURCKING. WAY. Yowzah, what did I just say? Maybe I've been involved in this "fangirling" stuff WAY too much... WAIT! WHAT ELSE DID I JUST SAY?! YOWZAH?! That's it; I'm going to have to stahp all dis fangurling stuuf. WOW! WHAT?! DONE. I'M OUT. THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH.

I jumped out of my thoughts and returned to reality. Martha still hadn't noticed I was here. She was sitting there crying. 7 Minutes Of Heaven ended and the song How To Save A Life by The Fray came on. This only seemed to make Martha cry even more. I asked her what was wrong.

"D-doct-doctor! She, Katniss. Sh-she-" She just kept breaking down.

I looked down at her screen. It was on a website called 'Wattpad' and the story was titled "THG AU" I read the first chapter or two, and it said, " "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show." I'm struggling now in an effort to unseat her, but it's no use. She's too heavy and her lock on me too tight. "Forget it, District Twelve. We're going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally . . . what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, then you, and then I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" Clove asks. "Now, where to start?" Clove didn't give a moments thought before plunging her knife deep into my neck." I didn't have to read anymore to know that here, Cat Miss would die, and I could tell that it wasn't supposed to be like that because no good author can make such a popular book with such an abrupt and shitty ending. I looked back at Martha, and I was sure that the death was obviously what was provoking such depressing emotions from Martha.

I didn't know what to do, but it was obvious that this website and the 'fanfiction' was important to her. So I looked back at Martha's screen to look for something to get a reaction from Martha. There was a small red dot in the upper-right corner beside Martha's profile picture and her username, (the picture was of The TARDIS, and her username ilottedrwho). I clicked it, and it showed a notification of '16' beside Martha's 'Inbox'. I clicked on that as well, and it showed that Martha had received 16 messages from someone named RoseRiverPond. They were all pretty annoying, and they just kept asking whether or not Martha had finished the HG AU story yet. I pointed this out to Martha, and she nodded and started typing a reply.

I walked over to the bean-bag chair in the corner, and I sat on it, waiting for Martha to get done. When she finished typing with a dramatic click of the Enter button, I saw her click a few buttons; probably the Exit and Sleep buttons.

"Why'd you move?" I asked, bored, and not caring about any her shit anymore..

"Well, I mean, did you hear yourself last night? Your sobs, they were just unbearable. Hell, at that point, I could've watched Doomsday and felt happier for you. Oh. Wait a minute....." She responded. What I didn't know is that she realized that she had pretty much said "I felt happier when you lost Rose than I do when you remember Rose."

"Okay. Now, we have stuff to do. Namely we have to find the Deluminator."

"Yeah, *scoffs* Okay. WAIT! LIKE, DUMBLEDORE'S DELUMINATOR THAT OMG YES YES YES OHHH *SQuee* I AM FANGIRLING SO HARD IGHT NOW!! *near-faints*"

"Alrighty then. So you're gonna get ready then meet me in the kitchen for breakfast, right?" I dragged the last word out purposefully.

All I heard in response was "*SQUEE* *EEPS* *INHUMAN DINOSAUR NOISES* *FALLING DOWN* YEASSSSS OKAY *HISSING GIGGLES LIKE A MADMAN WITH A BOX* *EXCITED ORGASM-LIKE SOUNDS*"

I walked out, my patience almost getting the better of me. I didn't really see why Martha was so ecstatic about it. I moved forwards to the kitchen, got out a bowl of bananas, and sat down, almost eating three in a single minute.

Fifteen minutes later, Martha walked in in jeans and her casual red-brown leather jacket. She pulled out some Artillburm. It is basically a really advanced form of human Bisquick, and the pancakes you can make from it are heaven. I waited, eating bananas and reading some books written by a woman named Amelia Williams, while she made and ate her waffles, seeing as she liked their texture better than pancakes, when I clearly prefered the latter.

All I could think about was how angry I had been with Martha. She was jealous, she was unfocused, and she was plain right incompetent sometimes. I knew I shouldn't think like that, and I knew that it wasn't fair of me to show her all this and then force her back to Earth, but I couldn't help it, and I wasn't actually going to do it, I was just thinking. My brain fought between nice thoughts and candor ones. Then again, I should never be mistaken for nice. Never.

About 6 minutes (and 66 seconds) later, Martha was all finished and cleaned up, so I rushed to the control room and landed on Hogwarts' grounds. I walked out, Martha following on my heels. I saw some dementors in the back lands, but I don't think Martha could see at all. She was freaking. Freaking out more than Rose when..... well, I'm not going to think about it. But Martha was having a good kind of freak-out. I started walking toward the quidditch practice fields, where we had last seen Alvin Dumbledore.