Three Weeks Later
Rose Tyler awoke and couldn’t keep the smile off her face. It was the first weekend that she had off in ages, and unless someone seriously kidnapped the Earth, she and Gwen were going to have a real date. Not just drinks at the pub with Jack and Ianto, but a real date. She owed it to her after word got out about her reunion with John.
To have the people down in the garage tell it, John return from the past with Martha and then she and him practically conceived their first child for everyone to see. She did no such thing. She was just happy that he was back. His heart was with Martha. She had stolen it when she walked out of Torchwood a week ago.
Jackie Tyler enjoyed the weekends. Pete always cleared whatever business he had so that he could spend the weekends with his family. He told her it was part of the reason he and his Jackie fell apart. He let his work take over. Then she got their Rose, and that ended their love for each other. There would be none of that with them. No, the three of them spent weekends keeping that love flame burning bright. Now, though, they had an edition to the fun...John.
John sat at the table, still in his pajamas. He felt awful. This was how it felt to have a broken heart? Right then, he wished he had a TARDIS. That way he could go to the future where Dr. Martha Jones would be dead. Then he could dance on her grave! He laughed aloud, receiving weird looks from his parents.
Yeah, she would be dead, and he could live a life of luxury. But then, Rose would be dead, and Pete and Jackie long gone. What about Tony? Then Martha would be dead and he wouldn’t be able to hold her hand or smell her vanilla shampoo. Oh, that’s not fair. He didn’t want Martha too die!
"John?" Jackie questioned when she heard his gasp. She noticed he seemed clammy and he was staring at nothing. She dropped the frying pan and was at his side before he hit the floor his face contorted in pain.
"What's the matter love? I've got you," she said, caressing his cheek.
"My heart!" he gasped reaching at his pajama top, "It’s broken!"
Jackie watched in horror as his eyes rolled back in his head and he went slack in her arms.
"Pete, call 999!" she shouted, panicked.
Martha sat in the cafeteria of Royal Hope having lunch with Tish and Donna. She wasn’t stupid; she knew why they were there.
"So, the two of you just happened to be in the neighborhood. A whole forty minutes away from your place of work?" Martha asked.
"I'm worried about you okay?” Tish stated, “You were gone ages and then you came back. I know you told mum something that made her drop her cases. What was it? You couldn’t stop talking about him before you left, and now nothing."
"I, for one, don’t blame you. That skinny streak of nothing. Tish told me he wears that bloody suit every day. You need to find yourself a man with muscles to hold on to. Geek chic is so over," replied Donna.
"He didn’t always wear that suit. Sometimes he wore a brown one. I liked the blue one, though," she smiled briefly.
Tish knew it, and it had just been confirmed. Martha was still hung up on the Tyler. She would do it. She would get them back together.
Rose was scared out of her mind when she entered the cafe. They had brought John in and he didn’t look good. She scanned the doctor's until she found who she was looking for.
"Martha, you have to come now!" she shouted, grabbing the young medics arm.
"Rose, where's John?" she asked alarmed.
"Come on," she replied.
Dr. John Tyler had left the building. He could see all the panicked doctors working frantically on him. They would never find the problem. He simply wouldn’t allow it. Rose when on and on about how he wasn’t the Doctor. He knew that was why she couldn’t love him. She still dreamed of a blue box to take her away. Now she was in a relationship with Gwen Cooper, which wasn’t a surprise. She had told him long ago of her bisexuality. He figured that was why she and Jack got along well. He could feel the death aching into his bones. Finally he could rest.
"Stay with me, John!" A voice called out to him.
John regained a little control just to see who it was. It was Martha, his beautiful Martha. She was scared of losing him. He knew that if he recovered, it would not immediately go back to how it was, but she was there, and her feelings for him were almost suffocating. He knew now how to get her back.
"John, I'm here. Don't you think about leaving me, mister!" she told him as she checked his vitals.
Rose stood back and watched Martha work. She knew that he was in good hands. She really should be getting back to her parents, but something else held her there at the door. John looked so fragile lying there. She almost lost her Doctor again. Had she been a fool? No. She had to shake this feeling of longing. Martha and John belonged together.
Jackie Tyler was pacing. They just took him away and told them to have a seat. How can they just do that? Her son needed her.
Her son, she never thought that when she thought of the Doctor she would ever see a son. Maybe a son-in-law when he and Rose got married, but no, her daughter had become someone totally different here and her life was not with him. He was in love with Martha. She knew that was the real reason why he was here. She had left him to fend for himself, and his little hurt couldn't take it. She would see him through. She would take care of her baby.
"Jacks, you are going to run a whole in the floor, take a seat."
"I Can’t Pete. Did you see his face? All of the life was drained from it. He looked so old and young all at the same time. I just…I just need to know that he's okay.”
"He's going to be okay," Rose told her mum as she entered, giving her a hug.
"I told you darling, he just needed his Martha. You got to her, right? And they’re together?"
"Yeah, mum, Martha is with him."
"Oh, no you don't, Rose. You had your chance. Gwen is a great girl. Don't you go breaking her heart because you want to be with John. You can't be with John now. In order for you to be with you one of you couldn’t be my child, and I’m not in the mood to lose a son or a daughter you got that?"
"Yes, mum, he's where he belongs, with Martha."
Martha Jones walked into her office and sat down at her desk heavily. She had just spent the last three hours getting Dr. John Tyler stable. He was finally resting comfortably. He was going to be all right.
She had kissed him and told him she would come back in the morning, and she would. She could be his friend, but she couldn't be that close to him anymore. He had done something she could never forgive. He'd killed her sister.
She decided to check her e-mail and was happy that TD had finally replied.
Can I handle Torchwood? Well of course. I was actually wondering when you were going to tell me that you were in Torchwood. I mean, by your email address I could tell that you were indeed a part of the organization, and it's the reason I e-mailed you. I was looking for an old friend. Of course I can handle that.
So how have you been? You have been away a couple months. This is like my third e-mail. I hope you are finally getting it and you will reply. Were you off fighting aliens? That would be so cool; maybe you could help me with my research for my story. So, I have finally decided to give him a love story. Do you want to hear it? It has lots of angst.
So shall I tell you of his great love?
Hope to hear from you soon.
She smiled when she saw that he was still around, trying to get to know her. Okay, so she couldn't have John Tyler. Maybe TD was someone that she would meet some day and live happily ever after with. She quickly typed a reply.