Martha Jones Hated Rose Tyler

Chapter 1

Martha Jones hated Rose Tyler.

Watching the Doctor walking about the console, shoulders slumped, not saying anything. She knew where his mind was. She had accidentally come across a locket that Rose had worn. Two pictures were inside of her and the Doctor. Both smiling. Both happy.

He had taken the locket from her silently. Martha saw his eyes water up, even if no tears were shed. He held it in his hands, as though that would be enough to return her to him. She saw the pain he was in. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay. To let him know that SHE loves him too.

Instead, she stayed silent, brooding. Rose has been gone a few months. But she was still there. In the TARDIS. Everywhere. Her presence lingered. Martha was frustrated. How can she get the Doctor to see her when all he saw was this supposedly great human?

"You had to go and fall in love with a human," she said quietly, watching him. "And it's not me."

She hated being compared to this Rose. She hated that he took her to New New York, AFTER taking Rose there. She hated feeling like she has to tiptoe around the TARDIS because her presence still lingered there.

Mostly, she hated that he loved her and was making no attempts at moving on.

Martha had tried to show him how she felt. One night, he fell asleep in the library. He had a nightmare and was crying out. Martha ran in and heard the name.

"Rose!!"

She rolled her eyes as she slowly approached the couch. He continued to say a few things, mainly incoherent. She figured it was his Gallifreyan language.

"I could save the world, but lose you."

Well you did anyway.

She came and covered him and soothed his brow. Rose isn't here now to do this, is she Time Lord? Might as well get used to the fact she's gone.

He began to wake up. She continued soothing his brow gently, bringing her face closer to his.

Suddenly he jerked awake. She pulled back a bit to see his eyes. They were wide. She came into focus.

"Martha? What?"

"You had a nightmare," she said simply. "I came in and woke you."

He nodded. He saw how close she was and suddenly was on edge. "Were you trying to tell me something?"

She shook her head.

"Then why are you sitting like that?"

She pulled back and he sat up. Heat flooded her cheeks. He looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Doctor," she began.

He grunted as he was not fully awake. Sitting up, he ran his hand through his already messy hair.

"Don't you think it's time you moved on?"

He looked at her cautiously. "Moved on?"

She nodded. Why am I doing this? "Yes. Moved on, get over the past. I know she meant a good deal to you, but she is gone. She's not coming back, you've said so yourself. She would want you to move on, to be happy." Taking a risk, she placed her hand on his knee. "I want you happy too."

His eyes that had followed her hand to his knee suddenly raised to her eyes. They were burning with anger. Before he could speak, she went on.

"I can't help feeling the way I feel. I know that you have needed time, but you know what? Two Earth years have passed since you lost her. Isn't it time you tried with someone else? With someone who's here with you now?" She squeezed his knee and he stood up quickly.

"Martha," his voice was low. She knew it couldn't be good. "Get out."

She looked at him. He repeated himself. "Get out of the library. Now, before I unleash on you."

She stood slowly, still looking at him. His eyes burned and his body shook. "Don't ever tell me to 'move on,' or to get over something. You know nothing of what I have been through. You know nothing of her, of Rose Tyler."

She saw him flinch at the name. She slowly walked to the door. "I know that she would not want you acting the way you are."

"The thing she wanted most was to not be forgotten. She thought I would. She even asked me if I was going to leave her behind. At the time, I thought I wouldn't. I failed her. So now I will make sure her wish is remembered. I will choose to grieve for her as long as I want. She is the one I love. Always will be."

His words stung her. He looked at her, jaw set. "Now get out."

Martha turned and stormed out of the library. She went into the kitchen and began making tea. The TARDIS, she knew, loved Rose as well so it was no surprise when she couldn't find the mugs. One was finally located in the back of a far cabinet. Not surprising, it had roses on it.

"Oh that's right," Martha said bitterly. "Just take her side. Doctor shouldn't have kissed me then on the moon. That's what started it. If he truly 'loves' this woman, why can't he keep his mouth to himself?"

The tea began to whistle and she poured a cup, letting it steep.

Every day I'm compared to Rose. Every day. Something she has done that is "brilliant" or special or I don't even know. I don't think the Doctor knows that he's doing it, but he should. His genius mind should be able to process how it makes me feel.

She sighed and took a sip. Earl grey tea, her favorite.

It's not like she was his wife or anything. She was just a companion like me. Hell, I don't think he even kissed her. So how can SHE be so important to him?

The TARDIS hummed as though it was answering her. Martha paused.

"You really saying that a simple shop girl with a whiny boyfriend and no future has more to offer the Doctor than someone like me? I'm smart. I'm going to be a doctor myself. I have a good, stable family for the most part and I love football. We can go anywhere, do or see anything. Why can't he see that?"

No reply.

Sighing, Martha finished her tea and left it in the sink. She walked slowly to her room, hearing noises from the library. She paused to listen.

The Doctor was talking to himself about his lost love.

Rolling her eyes, Martha went to her room and plopped down on the bed. She let the tears fall onto her pillow.

"I love him to bits. I just want him to be happy."

But she knew it wasn't with her. And she hated Rose Tyler for getting there first.