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Martha Jones should know better than to wander off on her own inside the TARDIS. It was so big she could get lost, or so the Doctor kept warning her. But he was busy doing anything else other than paying her any attention so she went for a walk.
She couldn’t chase away the feeling of jealousy. Even after all this time traveling with him, she still felt like the rebound girl. She had finally gotten into his pants a few times now, he she could tell his heart was somewhere else. It was infuriating and saddening. Why was she clinging onto this hope that he’d finally notice her. Her and not this Rose who occupied his mind whenever they were together.
Her absent wandering through the halls brought her to a door she wasn’t expecting. She looked around, as if expecting a notice. Her curiosity prompted her to reached out and open it, watching the doors open inward with a whir. She stepped inside and found herself in a circular room with round things on the walls. It was different to the rustic look of the TARDIS. This was clean, a place shade of grey, like something from a seventies or eighties sci-fi tv show. The doors closed behind her, closing her into this strange room which had a circular platform. She ran her hand over it and realized it was cushioned. Is this a bedroom? Who sleeps here?
The strangest novelty was on the wall, where Martha found a computer display hooked into a robot head. She stared at the robot as it stared blankly back, its wires extended from it’s skull and into a monitor. There was a keyboard underneath it, which lit up when she pressed a button. The screen came to life and the robot head twitched, making her gulp.
“Please select avatar” the robot said, bringing up a list of names for her to choose from.
“What the hell?” Martha muttered, staring at the screen as all these names scrolled up and down.
Her eyes went funny and she turned to the keyboard. There was no mouse, so she just tapped the enter key again. “Selection verified” the robot replied. “Resuming current selection.”
“Hello” a new voice greeted.
Martha jumped out of her skin and spun around. Sitting on the circular bed was a young woman, practically a teenager, with curly brown hair and a tiara on her head. She wore an elegant dress which split into a jumpsuit. She sat poised like she was a princess. She looked up at Martha with curious eyes. Martha blinked in astonishment. “Who are you?” She asked, looking around wondering where she came from.
“Forgive me. My name is Nyssa” the girl replied. “Nyssa of Traken. And who might you be?”
“Um…Martha Jones, of Earth” she stammered. “I’m sorry, but…where did you come from? I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I didn’t use the door” Nyssa laughed, rising to her feet. She looked at Martha’s confused face and studied it. “I don’t recognize you. Are you a new companion of the Doctor’s?”
“You know the Doctor?”
“Of course. We traveled together for a time. He was there for me when I lost my father and my home” she explained, not showing any emotion with that statement. She examined Martha and her curious attire. “Early twenty first century, if I had to guess” she said.
“That’s right” Martha marveled. She shook her head. “The Doctor never mentioned you were on board.”
“Oh, I’m not” she explained. “I’m just a holographic representation. The real Nyssa left some time ago to help refine a treatment for leprosy on a space station.”
Martha blinked, so many questions coming out of that answer. “Wait, so…you’re a hologram?”
“That’s correct” Nyssa smiled.
Martha circled her, reaching out and gasping when her fingers touched her. “But you’re so real.”
“Haptic interface designed to make me completely interactive” she replied.
Martha studied the young woman. She was pretty, and she could tell she was clever. “Why would the Doctor have a hologram of you?”
“It’s not just me. This archive contains a personality imprint of everyone who travels aboard the TARDIS” Nyssa told her, pointing to the console. Martha walked over and saw her name highlighted amongst the list. “Poor Kamelion” Nyssa said, stroking the robot’s head.
“It has a name” Martha asked.
“It used to be a functioning machine, a artificial life-form” Nyssa explained. “But it was built to be a slave to the most dominant mind in its vicinity. It could change its appearance to look like any humanoid. It was forced to do terrible things by a cruel and evil Time Lord, until it was forced to be destroyed. The Doctor rebuilt him, however. But he wasn’t the man I travelled with by then. He was different. Cold, arrogant, and had different uses for the machine. In the end his circuits gave out, so the Doctor repurposed him into this room. Now he collates the identities of the people the Doctor travels with, interfacing with the TARDIS to map our brain patterns using its telepathic circuits, create virtual duplicates of us to be summoned as avatars.”
“But why? For what purpose?” Martha asked.
“Companionship” she shrugged. “Originally the intent was for the Doctor to indulge in sexual acts that his companions wouldn’t approve of.”
“He used you as sex slaves” Martha gagged.
“Unfortunately. Like I said, he was a different man back then. But over the years, and a few centuries, he changed a few times. Took on new faces. He’s still fixing up this room, but now he visits when he needs someone to talk to, or to solve a problem. I’ve become a regular favorite of his because I understand quite a bit about quantum mechanics and bio-chemistry. I made a good assistant when I traveled with him” she said with a hint of pride.
Martha was struggling to keep up. The idea that the Doctor, her Doctor, had was amounted to a sex dungeon in his space ship terrified her. A horrifying thought struck her. “Am I in there?”
“Of course” Nyssa nodded, walking over and tapping some keys. Martha Jones’s name came up on the screen. Martha felt like she wanted to puke. “The TARDIS automatically updates the database when it scans a new brain pattern. If you’ve been in the ship long enough, the process is seamless.”
“And the Doctor does this without anyone’s consent?” She asked.
Nyssa tilted her head. “Honestly, I think he forgot he set it that way” she replied. “He hasn’t come here that much since the Time War. I think seeing his old companions makes him too sad.”
Martha looked at the young girl. “So you’ve been left here alone?”
Nyssa met her gaze and smiled. “We’re not real people, Martha Jones. But thank you for your concern. Everyone in this database is just a computer program. There is no awareness outside of knowing we are what we are, and what our purpose is. It’s no different than a holographic assistant. We can simulate emotions but we don’t feel them. We mimic the sensation of pain but you cannot cause us any. And as barbaric as it sounds…we were made to be abused” she told her.
“That’s still not right” she whispered.
“Maybe not. But we can’t help why we were made.”
Martha sighed. This conversation was getting too heavy for one afternoon. She stared at the list of names in front of her. All these people travelled with the Doctor. That’s a lot of people. A curious itch gnawed at her. “All these names go to a companion right?”
“That’s right.”
“And each program has the same thoughts and memories of the person who they represent?”
“As of the last time they were in the TARDIS” Nyssa nodded. She tilted her head, studying the young woman. “Is there a companion you’d like to speak with?”
Martha nodded. “Rose. The companion who came before me.”
Nyssa nodded, cycling backwards through the list. “Huh. The last companion I have before you is a woman called Donna Noble. Oh, she wasn’t here long. Most of the names on here are like that. The Doctor just gave them a lift home, or rescued them from a disaster. Ah, here we are. Rose Tyler. Would you like to switch the interface to her?”
Martha hesitated in front of Rose’s name. “Can’t you do it?”
“Only one avatar can be active at a time” she shrugged. “It was nice speaking to you Martha Jones.”
“You too” she smiled. She took a deep breath and tapped the enter key, selecting Rose’s name. Nyssa gave her a smile before she blinked out of existence.
A blonde haired young woman appeared in her place, dressed in a blue sweatshirt and jeans. Martha stepped back and got her first look at the infamous Rose Tyler. Frustratingly, she was attractive. No wonder she made an impression. “Hi” Rose said, appraising the young woman in return. “So, you’re the Doctor’s new companion?”
“That’s right” Martha said, crossing her arms. “And you’re Rose Tyler. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right, unfortunatly” she grumbled.
Rose gave her a cocky smirk. “Well, I do like to leave an impression. And the Doctor and I did have something special.”
“How close were you two?”
“Very close” she grinned.
“Well, he’s with me now” she said defensively.
“Yet he still thinks about me I bet” she guessed, a big smirk on her face.
Martha grit her teeth, refusing to comment.
Rose laughed, scratching her nose. “So what? You were hoping he’d forget about me and move on with someone like you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Martha snapped.
She shrugged, circling the woman. “Nothing much. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you look very fit and hot, I’m sure you’re smart…but how well do you really know him?”
“Well enough” Martha retorted. “I know he’s a Time Lord and he comes from the planet Gallifrey. He told me everything.”
“Did he tell you about the time war? Do you know the things he’s done? Did you know he can regenerate?”
Martha bristled. She obviously didn’t know everything, but then the Doctor played things close to the chest. “I know enough to trust him with my life.”
“So did I” Rose retorted. “He was everything to me. I was going to travel with him forever.”
“What? And leave your family and friends behind?”
That gave Rose pause, her eyes lowered to the ground. Martha’s narrowed her eyes. She was, she realized. “There was nothing for me back home anyway” she said defensively.
Martha shook her head. She couldn’t imagine abandoning her family, no matter how annoying they were. “Well if you and the Doctor were so close, where are you now?”
Rose blinked, tilting her head. “I don’t know” she confessed. “Her memories end just before the battle at Canary Wharf. The Doctor hasn’t updated the databanks” she realized.
Martha suddenly gulped, guiltily averting her gaze. The obvious inclination was she died. But the Doctor didn’t talk about her like she was dead. Just lost somewhere out of his reach. If the TARDIS can only map their brains while they are onboard, then whatever happened occurred after she left the TARDIS. “I’m sorry” she said quietly.
Rose looked at her.her face switched from the impassive expression of the program to the simulated sympathy of the companion as she put her hands in her pockets. “Yeah, well…at least he has someone. The Doctor doesn’t like to be on his own.”
“Hmm, I noticed” Martha said, looking at the list of traveling companions on the monitor.
Rose surveyed the room they were in. “It’s funny, I don’t recall ever visiting this room.”
“I guess you didn’t know the Doctor as well as you think” Martha replied smugly.
Rose laughed. “How long have you been with him? A few weeks? Couple of months?”
She shrugged. “Time gets a little complex in here.”
“tell me about it” Rose grinned. “But I’ve been with him longer. Long enough to form a connection you will never have.”
Martha fixed her gaze on the cocky young blonde. “Maybe not, so long as he’s still pinning for you” she said sharply. “So what were you? Because I’m struggling to believe why he was so interested in you.”
“What? You saying I’m not good enough?” Rose snapped. “And who are you to say you’re better?”
“I never said that.”
“No, but I know your type. I’ve had to deal with you lot looking down on us. So what if we live on the estate, or never finished school, or worked in a shop? You don’t know me.”
Martha took a step back. Confrontational, this one she thought. “You’re right. I don’t know you. But I’ve had my fair share of being looked down on too. And believe me girl, you had it easy.”
“Oh really?” Rose laughed. “Well it doesn’t matter. That all changed when I met the Doctor. He chose me to travel with him.”
“So? He chose me too” Martha replied, swallowing the white lie. She shook her head and laughed. “You know what, this is pointless” she realized. “Because I’m not even talking to you. You’re a hologram. The real you is gone, out there somewhere. But I’m real. I’m here, with him, and you are not. So what if I’m having a share him with a ghost? Sooner or later he’ll get over you and I’ll still be here. He’ll see me and realize I’m not going anywhere.”
Rose stared back at her, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “You really think you can replace me so easily?” She asked.
“Frankly, yes” Martha spat. “And I’ll be better at it than you. You said it yourself. “I’m fit, I’m not and I’m smart. I’ll be a much better companion for him than you were.”
Rose stepped forward, looking the confident woman up and down. She gave her an appraising look. “Prove it” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me” she said. “I told you, the Doctor and I were close. Very close. So you think you can be better than me? Show me. I dare you” she whispered tauntingly.
Martha stood her ground as the young blonde stood before her. She looked her up and down, predicting what she was asking of her. She scoffed, as if she was insane. But her gaze remained intent and the black woman scowled. She wasn’t about to turn down a dare from an estate brat like her.
She grabbed Rose by the head and smashed her lips into hers, shoving her against the wall and kissing her aggressively. Rose kissed her back with equal ferocity and the two woman began making out like feral cats. Halfway through Martha had to remind herself she was kissing a hologram. A hologram that felt, tasted and smelt like a real thing.
A hologram that wasn’t shy about seizing control of it’s users either as Rose grabbed Martha and spun her against the wall, yanking her leather jacket down from her shoulders to pin her arms to her sides. The blonde grinned as she held the captive woman against the wall, staring into her eyes intently. “Well, you certainly have the fire to be with him” she remarked. “Still can’t see what he saw in you though. Unless you’re better in bed than you are at kissing.”
“Oh, this coming from your wide range of reference, you…slut” Martha spat.
“You kissed me, sugar. So who is truly the slut in here?”
Martha blushed. She shouldn’t have taken Rose’s bait. But she wouldn’t let that deter her from getting one over on the blonde. “For the record…I can guarantee I’m better in bed than you are” she sneered.
Rose laughed. “Now that’s fighting talk. Sounds like we have a dare. You think you can out fuck me, Miss Jones?”
“That’s Doctor Jones to you” she snapped, pulling her arm free of her jacket and using it to grapple herself away from the wall.
She pushed Rose onto the cushioned bed in the center of the room and dropped her jacket, diving on top of the blonde pinning her down. She stared down at the girl, realising she’d just entered herself into a sex fight. Oh well, in for a penny, she thought as she makes out with her, straddling the woman trapping her beneath her.
Rose struggled with her before falling limp, panting from exhaustion. Martha smirked. “Tired already. That’s rather pathetic, isn’t it” she boasted, sitting up and running her hands over Rose’s fit body. The girl shivered as her nails were dragged down her front, staring up as the powerful black woman crossed her arms to lift her top over her head. “I expected more” she said.
Before she could get it over her head, however, Rose suddenly sprang up and wrapped her arms around her. Martha screamed as she took her top and pulled it up over her face. Covering her eyes and leaving her mouth exposed, her arms trapped above her. She gasped when she felt Rose’s breath against her face, the young woman hovering in front of her. She was chuckling and Martha knew why. She was trapped. She couldn’t move, not while Rose held her captive like this. Her breasts were exposed. Her hands were tied. She couldn’t see. Damn it! She thought.
Rose had her at her mercy, teasing her quivering lips as she brought her mouth close before pulling away at the last moment. Her eyes raked over her sexy body, which was revealed to her completely. The situation was very erotic, especially when she caressed her lips with her tongue and made Martha whimper. After a few licks the woman tried to lean forward, but Rose kept her mouth just out of reach, denying her so much as a kiss. She was trembling on her lap now, her dark nipples erect. “Not so tough now, are you” Rose whispered. “I might be some slag from the council estate, but I can play this game all day.”
“Please” Martha begged. She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks growing pink. She was blushing. She was aroused.
Rose took pity on the young woman, giving her that kiss which had her melting into her arms. She let her go and pulled her into an embrace, lowering her onto the bed kissing her deeply. Martha freed herself from her clothes and threw them away, panting in exhilaration as Rose peppered her face and neck with kisses.
“I’ve had a lot of practice, I will admit that” Rose said, running her fingers over Martha’s torso, daring her to retaliate. The woman didn’t move. Her confidence had been shaken. Rose smiled smugly, sitting up on her knees. “Traveling with the Doctor, you pick up a few things” she explained as she unzipped her sweatshirt, peeling it off and then removing her top. Martha just watched silently as Rose stripped down to her bra. “You learn things about yourself. Things you never thought you were capable off. For example, I always thought I was happy being straight. I’m not gay. But I’ve met men, women, aliens who made me wonder. I got to try so many things with some many people.”
She leaned over the young woman, caressing her naked flesh with her hand, toying with her in subtle ways. Martha shivered as she found some of her sensitive places as if she had a map. She moaned when her hand dropped down to her groin, rubbing her through the tight jeans. Her palm squeezed her and she breathed heavily.
“I hope this wasn’t your first time kissing a girl” Rose said as she unzipped Martha’s pants. “And I really hope this isn’t your first time fucking one. Otherwise this might come as a shock.”
Martha gasped when Rose slid her fingers into her jeans and began fiddling with her clit, her hips jerking up into her palm. Her eyes widened and she moaned as Rose teased her pussy, playing with her. She licked her lips and inhaled. “Its not” she replied. “I’ve seen things too.”
“Oh yeah?” Rose smirked. “What things?”
Martha gasped, struggling to think straight while the blonde was fingering her. “I’ve..seen Judoon…on the moon” she told her.
She shrugged. “Big deal. I fought the Slitheen in 10 Downing Street.”
Martha moaned, clawing at the mattress. “I’ve met William Shakespeare” she cried.
“I met Queen Victoria.”
“I’ve been to New York.”
“I’ve been to New New York.”
So have I you bitch, Martha wanted to scream. But that came out as a strangled whimper as Rose dug her hand deeper and hooked her finger into her pussy. “I’ve seen witches” she said.
“I saw a werewolf” Rose countered.
“Fought Daleks!”
“Killed the Emperor” she retorted.
“Oh, fuck!” Martha gasped, unable to hold enough cohesion to think of something else.
Rose leant over her smugly, rubbing her clit with her palm and fingering her pussy until she was writhing beneath her about to climax. “You see? I’m not just a pretty face. I could make you cum any time I want. The Doctor might’ve chosen you, but he still wants me. You could never replace me” she said as she sent Martha tipping over the edge, watching her go insane as she orgasmed inside her jeans.
Martha colapsed on the bed heavily, her clit inflamed, her body trembling. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily, shaking every time Rose touched her. She looked exhausted. Rose pitied her, kissing her sensitive nipples. The Blonde crawled over the sexy black woman, caressing her cheek and brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “I hope I didn’t humiliate you too much” she smirked.
Martha opened her eyes, gazing up at the blonde woman. She tried to say something, whispering it. Rose leant forward to listen. Martha reached up to whisper in her ear. “Is that all you got?”
It turned out Rose Tyler wasn’t the only one who could play possum. Martha sprung up with more energy than the blonde was prepared for and got on top of the woman. Rose gasped in surprise but couldn’t shake the grin as the young woman pinned her down, hovering over her like a predator. It was her turn to tease her lips, grazing her teeth over them while denying her lover a kiss. She deftly reached underneath the girl’s back to unclasp her bra with one hand, using it to bind her wrists together above her head. Rose purred in excitement as Martha kissed down her neck to her breasts, dragging her nails over her belly.
“I’m not just a pretty face either” Martha said, unhooking Rose’s jeans and shimming them over her hips. Once they were halfway down her thighs she rolled the blonde onto her stomach and pulled her underwear down, revealing her round bum and dripping pussy. “Fun fact about us medical students…we learn everything there is to know about the human anatomy” she explained, running her hands over her back down to her ass. “I had a roommate in my first year who was obsessed with learning how the human body worked. She was a clever girl too. We became best friends. One night, we got extremely drunk after she scored top marks in her first exam. She claimed she’d mastered the art of seduction because she knew everything about what goes into sex. How our bodies work, how each organ functions, where to find every g-spot on a man or woman. She would practice on this sex toy she bought online. That night, shitfaced as I am, dared her to show me. She, shitfaced as she was, couldn’t find her doll to demonstrate. So I became her study aid for the night.”
She brought her hand up to Rose’s pussy, the girl biting her bottom lip and holding her breath in apprehension. She was very wet and instantly coated her fingers when she brought them to her folds. She smirked knowingly. “Thing is…she was right. All this knowledge we have in our heads about the vulva, the clit, the vagina, penis, urethra, all of it…we know how they work, how to stimulate them, how to exploit every sensitive spot on the human body. It’s the one thing they don’t teach you in medical school. We have the power to make your body do whatever we want.”
She slid her fingers in and curled them, instantly finding Rose’s g-spot. The blonde gasped as Martha held her finger there, drawing her fingertip across it and extending the sensation running up her spine. Rose moaned once Martha eased the pressure off, shuddering from a miniature orgasm.
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Martha grinned. “You don’t realize yet, but I can make you orgasm whenever I want for however long I want. Want me to demonstrate?”
“Yes” Rose cried excitedly.
Martha got into position, leaning behind the young woman and kissing her shoulder. “You asked for it” she whispered, sliding a second finger in while rubbing a third against the blonde’s clit. Rose moaned, closing her eyes and losing herself to the ministrations delivered by the naughty doctor. Martha was true to her word, making her cum over and over again, drawing them out or cutting them short, whichever way she fancied. Rose’s cunt gushed until she had all four fingers in and was paling with her g-spot like it was a piano. She screamed again and again, shaking wildly on the bed, her back sweating, her hair falling over her face. Martha didn’t stop until she was begging her too. She leaned over the truly exhausted blonde and grasped her jaw with her cum soaked fingers. “I’m nobody’s replacement, slut” she whispered, kissing the blonde aggressively.
They ended the night between each other’s legs, scissoring each other in a race to make the other cum first. They were naked, their jeans and underwear discarded, their bodies sweaty and aching, the mattress was drenched both neither woman wanted to give up the contest. Both companions stared at their opponent through heavy eyelids and moist tear ducts, resisting the burn in their loins begging them to stop. Their inflamed clots rubbed together until they both climaxed for the final time, screaming in unison and collapsing onto the bed panting for breath.
Rose exhaled slowly before sitting up on her elbows, looking at the panting woman in admiration. “Not bad. Not many people could keep up with me. But then I can go all night” she boasted.
Martha wiped her brow and heaved. “Of course you can. You’re a fucking computer program” she scoffed.
Rose smirked, shrugging her shoulders. “That’s fair. You’d have given the real me a run for her money.”
“I’m glad to here that” she sighed, pushing herself up onto her arms. Rose was there to pull her up, kissing her lips more tenderly. Martha ended up kissing her back, too tired to fight anymore. They caressed each other gently, making out on the bed, basking in the afterglow. Martha didn’t think she’d end up like this when she met the Doctor’s ex companion. She sighed. “We do have one thing in common” she admitted.
“And what’s that?”
“We both care deeply for the Doctor.”
Rose smiled, simulating some real emotion as a tear fell down her cheek. “Yes we do” she agreed, looking at her replacement. “I’m glad he has someone.”
Martha wiped the blonde’s cheek. “I’ll look after him” she promised.
“You’d better” she replied, pecking her lips.
They stayed there for a few minutes until Martha was able to get up and walk back to the interface. Rose told her how to shut down the room and turn it off. Her hand hovered over the key for a moment before looking at the list of potential avatars again. A thought occurred to her. “Would the Doctor himself be in this computer?” She asked.
Rose gave her a knowing smile. “They all share a separate folder” she informed her.
Martha looked back at the screen, biting her bottom lip. Another time, maybe, she thought before shutting off the holographic interface. Rose disappeared and she was left alone in the room, hugging her arms and looking around, contemplating when she might visit this room next.