The outing was nothing Rose expected it to be. Her and John walked in a companiable silence to the bus stop, jumped on the 127 down to the posher part of south London, where Martha lived. Jack got onto the same bus halfway, and the three of them chatted like old pals. Jack flirted, as usual, and Rose couldn't help but smile to herself when John looked a little… jealous?

Well, his face was a little flushed, and his eyes flicked between Rose and Jack anxiously. But Rose caught this, and shifted closer to him a little more. He dropped his arm to her shoulder and smirked, a little to himself- and a little to Jack, who just laughed softly.

They arrived at Martha's all too quickly, for Rose. She had been having a great time at the back of the bus, laughing at Jack's jokes, cuddling up to John. Not that she had definitely decided she fancied him yet. As they stepped off and John absentmindedly reached out for her hand, Jack raised his eyebrows and grinned at her. She gave him a look that said 'Shut up' but he winked at her anyway, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his expensive jeans and strutting down to Martha's house.

Martha's house was… as expected, really. Tall, white expensive looking. Rose knew that although her life looked ideal, it was far from perfect. Her parents had split a few years before, leaving Martha constantly in-between the bickering of her parents and her siblings. Still, she opened the door with a smile, wearing a plaid dress and black woollen tights with little brown brogue shoes and a black jacket. "Hey there Jones," Jack said, giving her his best grin "Don't you look absolutely adorable today?"

"Oh shut up Jack." Martha said, rolling her eyes. Although they were hardly close friends, Martha knew of Jack's charms all too well, and avoided them successfully. She smiled and greeted Rose, before turning her head to John, looking at him properly for the first time.

Well, she thought he's…handsomer than I remember.

Unaware of Martha's…visual appreciation, John stuck out his hand to her and smiled. "I'm John; I don't think we've officially met."

It took Martha probably half a second to long to reply with a cheerful "Martha Jones." And shake his hand. Rose noticed, and tried to stop herself from scowling. Stop being an idiot Rose; she's only known him for two minutes.

John withdrew his hand, and immediately it found its way back between Rose's fingers. She smiled despite herself. Martha shrugged it off, and shut her front door leading the group down the stairs confidently. "So what's the plan for today doll?" Jack said cheerfully, walking quickly to meet Martha's steady pace and threading his arm through hers. Rose blasted out her thanks in her mind to Jack, and was thankful he had offered to tag along. She realised how awkward it might have been.

"I don't really mind," Martha said. She stopped and turned around, her hair flipping in the ponytail "What do you think John?"

"Well," he said, shrugging his shoulders "I don't mind."

"Let's go to the movies!" Jack said.

"And see what?" Rose asked "There's nothing decent on?"

"What about that one with the, the guy- and he travels in time and space?" John asked, waving his hand around vaguely.

"Doctor Who, the movie?" Martha piped out "I love Doctor Who!"

"Me too," he grinned. Subconsciously Rose grabbed his hand a little tighter.

"Well, what's it about?" she asked

"There's this guy, called The Doctor-"

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In the cinema, Rose was bored. She was excited when John had suggested they sit at the back. The movie theatre was generally empty, and she was sure she would at least get a snog out of it. But alas, John sat in the far corner, engrossed in the movie, Rose on his left. Then next to Rose, Jack, who looked just as bored as she was, and Martha on the end staring intently at the screen.

From what Rose could gather, this doctor bloke had been shot by a Chinese kid, but because he wasn't human, he turned into a different guy with really nice looking hair and then ran about a hospital fighting this other alien guy called 'the master' because he couldn't remember who he was, or something like that?

She looked to her side, and Jack was almost falling asleep. She elbowed him in the chest, and he came too, coughing. "Jeez Rosie, I know you're not getting any action but shees-"

"Oh shut up, this is the good bit!" Martha whispered.

"How do you know that?" Jack asked "Have you seen this before?"

"Well… maybe…" she replied, voice quiet.

"Then why are we even here. We only agreed to go because it was a tie, two against two and you invited us out!" Rose hissed through the darkness.

"Well I just though-"

"God Martha," Rose sighed "Can we have a word, like outside?"

Martha nodded and the two got up, walking down the steps. John reached out, and grabbed Rose's hand, pulling her towards him a little. He'd been so engrossed in the movie; he hadn't even heard their conversation. "Where are you going?" he asked eyes big and brown, illuminated by the screen.

"Toilet, with Martha. We'll be back in a sec."

"Oh, okay."

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The two girls scurried out of the cinema, until they were in the corridor outside. The bright contrast from the dark screen made Rose's eyes hurt, but she rubbed them a little until she felt okay.

"Martha, is there an issue here?"

"No- I, don't know what you're talking about." Martha said, shrugging.

"Is this about John? Honestly Martha, are you blind? Obviously, I like him."

"Yeah, I know?"

"So what, you fancy him? Is that it? Because Martha, that's not what friends do."

Martha couldn't really hold it anymore. She had always been a passive person, never prone to violence or arguing, but Rose had infuriated her. "Oh I'm sorry Rose! It's just not as easy as you make it look okay?"

"What?" Rose asked, narrowing her eyes "What are you talking about?"

"Everybody you even set eyes on, falls in love with you. Girls like me, never get a chance? So what if I like John, if I think he's fit. He is, okay? But obviously, no, how could I? Silly little studious Martha Jones, how dare I have the audacity to even pass a second look at a guy that clearly belongs to the mighty Rose bloody Tyler!"

"Martha," Rose said her voice a little quieter now. She felt bad for making a scene, when it really wasn't needed. She reached out to take Martha's hand, but Martha snatched it away. "Martha I didn't know you felt like that?"

"No, you didn't. Because you never even asked." Martha said, folding her arms. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. "I'm gonna go. Enjoy the rest of your film." She sniffed. Before Rose could say anything to stop her, she had already turned and fled from the cinema, her little brown brogues tapping on the floor. "Martha!" Rose called out, but it was too late. "I'm sorry." She said quietly. Rose stepped back against the wall, and slammed her head against the wall. She refused to cry, over something that was entirely her fault. She felt to turn and run home, when she heard a voice call out, "Rose, you okay?"

Rose turned her head to see John, standing in the doorway. "Jack started chatting up some girl in the row in front, and I was worried."

Rose just smiled, softly, although her face looked sad. "It's nothing. I've just messed it up with Martha, we had an argument."

"What about?"

"Nothing," she lied. John didn't press for details, and reached out to squeeze her hand gently.

"I'm sure it will all blow over. Come on, it's time I got you home." He said, smiling softly.

"But, what about the film?"

"I'll wait for the DVD." He chuckled "It isn't more important than you."

And then, outside the door of the cinema Rose learned just how soft John's lips were when pressed against her own. He cupped her face delicately in her hands, and just looked down at her for a few seconds. Before she could react, he slowly pressed his face into hers and brushed her lips with his own. The kiss was brief, and then he pulled back, his hands dropping from her face, down to grab her hands.

"Thanks," she said, smiling like an idiot "That made me feel a lot better."

"Always here to help." He said. He released her left hand, but continued to hang onto her right as they walked through the corridor to outside, swinging their arms between them. "Oh, wait!" Rose called as they got to the exit. "What about Jack?"

"Well, when I left him, his tongue was down some redhead's throat. I think he's gonna be okay."

Rose laughed and rested her head onto Johns shoulder "Same old Jack then."

"He's an alright guy. Not the bastard I thought he would be."

"He's got the whole, 'Jack the Lad', 'Hump anything that moves' persona, but he is a genuinely sweet guy. He really helped me out when I was going through a tough time last year."

"Yeah. Last year," John said, and Rose froze. Did he know? "I hear people say things, in school. About you, and last year. What happened?"

Rose breathed out, relieved. He didn't know, he hadn't heard, which was good.

"It's, nothing," She lied "Nothing important. Not anymore."

"Are you sure?"

"It's the past now." She shrugged "Don't need to rub salt into old wounds, as my mum would say."

"Okay," John shrugged, pouting his lip slightly "But if you do ever want to like, talk about it. I'll talk."

Rose chose to say nothing. Last year wasn't something that she wanted to relieve, not yet. John was perfect, really, but what would he think? They had barely just gotten together. She didn't want to drive him away with last year's emotional baggage.

Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I will follow this story through to its end, trust me! Just for reference, I've shifted around time lines and some other stuff here. The Doctor Who Movie, was released in 1996 (Only on TV, but I've used… poetic license to put it in the cinema. Even though it was adorably awful (yes I have seen it)) but by doctor who time's that would make Rose eleven. In this story, Rose is currently fifteen, and in year ten at school (English standards, I don't know about the rest of the world) making John and Martha the same age (14-15. John's 15, Martha's 14) and Jack, Amy and Rory, Donna, Mickey, Sarah-Jane are in the 15-16 year group.