Only to make things worse for her own self, seeing Donna taking care of the console’s electronics broke her inside just a bit more, another crack to her whole self; she did such a thing with her home, with the Time Lord. Because as much as he gave himself the titles of such a fixer, he was the one that seemed to be broken beyond repair. Rose knew it, and bet the stars Donna did too, much better than his ex-companion still. So this was her, unconsciously letting Rose know that this was not her home anymore, but hers and the Doctor. No matter she had told her she felt like a third wheel – the one out of place was the Tyler one. Funny thing to say, out of time too; things turn around and stab you once you’ve become part of the children of time.
She felt just useless and oh so helpless, standing there letting Donna do all the work, cleaning up her mess. Ouch. “Lemme hel-“ but by the time she had offered herself the Noble girl had been up too caught in her task, almost monotonously and rather reluctantly. And Rose did nothing but stare, rubbing her own hands against her face trying to put her failing self together.
“Think about him” Her eyes followed the movements of Donna’s soft patterns above the moist controls, trying to be as self-less as she could be, the youngest girl wasn’t the immature shop girl she was before, and maybe letting out the truth of her thoughts was the best option so far. “He’s where he is right now, only because of you, Donna” Words were almost a whisper, throwing them in the brief silences between her one-on-a lifetime tales.
She wished for nothing more than for her to be wrong, as Rose knew what it felt to lose someone as important as a mad traveling alien, not just a random one, a specific and enthusiastic one – little did she knew what his losses after her had imprinted on both his hearts; and River’s story didn’t surprised her much, as she didn’t really understood what such Professor was supposed- meant to be. Yet the other name and the implications of a past she didn’t knew about dragged her attention back to the topic. Not to mention, her heart fluttered inside the warm cage that was her chest as she acknowledged the impact she had on her loved one, nevertheless said once more, they had been tore apart by the universe itself and were not meant to remain by each other’s side.
“Who’s Martha?” Expression suddenly furrowed, she dared to ask, fearing the answer and maybe also the ending of such an inquiry, for her words had caught inside her a bitter sparkle.
" Oh, get off. “
She normally threw the phrase around with slight more spite, but it now squeezed out almost pathetically between her eyes cinched shut and her churned grin. Eyebrow contorting to two sad little U - bend, wrinkling in spaced touch right above her nose, she looked, and smiled, softer, and then just shook her head. ” What did I ever do? If there’s anyone he keeps telling me that changed ‘m, it’s you. Well, gotta give Martha a bit of credit there, but me? No. No. I’m just keepin’ him in check, saying that right no over and over again … and if he’d changed, I wouldn’t have to. He’d do that on his own, without reprimanding. Not me. I didn’t do a thing. Not for him. Whatever he says. “
They were off - weight scales, she realized, with how much she had been giving and much more more she had received from him in return. It was the unequivalent exchange between a human and the magic stardust Alchemist that couldn’t use the faint chemistry they sparked to turn their friendship into pure gold for the unaging length of life the much - sought Stone would grant it.
It would be nice, she figured, smile wrying at herself as she cast her eyes down — there was already the impossible spacebox with the unlikely Doctor, so perhaps Harry could just dunk in and drop off the treasure of Nicolas Flamel. It was something that the Timelord needed, but not for he himself, or perhaps indirectly — it could just create a person to finally stand at his side forever.
But, in the reality of the current predicament of discomfort and arguments over the best suited to his side, each of them defending not their own but each other’s lost case, she knew she’d lost the judge’s pick before the trial’d even started.
Forever, she’d wanted to tell him. How nice forever would have been. Perhaps it would be, in the end, but it was not an eternity she would be involved in.
" Martha? "
She snapped back, repeating in confusing at the slight bite Rose had suddenly adopted. Oh, she should have known there was no competition for his heart, neither of them, not when she was involved in the battle that thus was none, but it was odd to see her consider a faceless girl her enemy when Donna wasn’t in the slightest.
Perhaps proof of how little dear she was perceived to be to their object of argument.
" Martha came after you. " She spoke almost flatly, tone alone deying the necessity to any hostility of sorts. " Well, I actually did, for a bit - just one day, and actually my wedding … but I didn’t go with him them. And he found Martha. She came along. Had a bit of a crush on him, really, little charity fund she was … but he never returned it. Not a wink. Ever. ‘Cos he was just on about you, everywhere, constantly, ‘cos he couldn’t get his mind and his heart and the other one and however many he has — all of them, couldn’t get them off of you. So she got out. Martha did. Couldn’t bear with a man who never gave her eye in any regard, really … … And you still think I’m so much more important? Oh, Rose … “