Surprise surprise! A little outtake from before James and Rose meet.

Did you ever wonder how Rose ended up owing Martha a big favour?

Martha was woken by the buzzing of her mobile on the nightstand.

She opened her eyes and wrinkled her nose in distaste when she saw the blurry 6:02 red numbers on her alarm clock.

Who was calling her at six in the morning?

It was November first, the day after Halloween, and she was feeling the amount of alcohol she'd had last night. They'd spent the evening after trick-or-treating at the pub not far from their flat, and Martha was realizing now that she might have had one or two too many drinks.

She didn't have to be awake until eight this morning. Whoever it was could wait. She covered her head with her pillow and pressed it against her ear to block out the annoying buzzing, envious of Mickey, who was sleeping like the dead next to her, snoring lightly. She let out a breath of relief when the buzzing stopped and tried to relax again, getting comfortable against her pillow and resettling into her mattress, burrowing into the blankets.

She let out a whine when the phone began to buzz again. Apparently whoever was calling was insistent. She lifted her head and picked up the phone, frowning at the small screen. She recognized the photo that lit up her phone, though she wasn't the usual recipient of early morning wake ups from this particular caller.

She brushed her hair back from her face and hit accept.

"Rose, what the hell?" She slurred, frustration in her tone.

"Martha, thank God, you have to help me!" Rose whispered desperately into the phone.

Martha sighed. "What did you do?"

Rose hesitated before the words tumbled from her mouth in an undignified heap. "I hooked up with this bloke and all I have is this stupid bumblebee costume and it got torn last night and I am not walking home in a torn bumblebee costume."

Martha blinked a few times, processing what she'd just heard. She held back as long as she could, but eventually her shoulders began to shake with laughter and she couldn't hold in the loud guffaws that tore from her throat. She laughed until tears formed in her eyes, and a disgruntled Mickey turned to look at her curiously through bleary eyes from his side of the bed.

"Stop laughing at me! Help me!" Rose begged. "There's no way I can be here when he wakes up!"

Martha continued to laugh as she hit the speakerphone button and held the mobile away from her ear. "So what exactly do you want me to do?" She asked through her laughs.

"Pick me up!" Rose whisper-shouted. "And maybe bring some spare clothes?"

Mickey's eyes widened as he listened to Rose's desperate pleas, then he shook his head and rolled back into bed. He was used to Rose's strange antics by now.

"You want me to pick you up at six in the morning at some bloke's flat, and to bring you clothes." Martha confirmed, still shaking with restrained laughter.

"Please!"

"You realize that you are so going to owe me." Martha said as she sat up, tossing off her blankets and shivering at the sudden frigid air.

"Fine, fine!" Rose whispered. "Seriously, just come get me!"

Martha chuckled and put the down as she quickly dressed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and an old jumper that would protect her from the early morning chill. "How exactly did the costume get torn?" She asked as she grabbed another pair of sweatpants and another jumper for Rose, who had, apparently, not thought her one-night stand through.

"How do you think?" Rose snapped, still whispering in what Martha guessed was a desperate attempt at not waking her one-night stand.

"Where are you now?" Martha asked, unable to keep the grin from her face as she slipped on her trainers and grabbed her purse, taking care to lock the door behind her.

"Hiding in his bathroom in my knickers."

Martha laughed loudly again, earning several grumbles from Rose on the other end of the line. "And how exactly are you planning on changing?" She asked as she slipped into her car, tossing the spare clothes into the passenger seat. "I'm not coming up to your shag friend's flat."

Rose grumbled again. "I'll change in your car, for God's sake."

Martha grinned. "So I'm going to see the torn bumblebee costume?"

"Yes, Martha, you're going to see how much of a fool I made of myself," Rose snapped, still whispering. "Hurry up!"

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," Martha laughed. "What's this bloke's address?"

Rose rattled off the address, which thankfully wasn't a terribly long drive. "Expect me in ten minutes," Martha said as she switched on her Bluetooth.

Thankfully, there was no traffic on the road so early the morning after Halloween, so Martha was able to make it to Rose's location with two minutes to spare.

"I'm here," She said as she pulled into the car park. "Nice place."

"I'm coming down!" Rose whispered, and Martha heard doors opening and closing quietly on Rose's end.

A few moments later, the familiar blonde head poked out from behind the door's main entrance, and Rose spotted Martha's car immediately. With a visible deep breath, she dashed from the building to the vehicle. Martha was unable to hold back another laughter as she took in her friend's skimpy (and torn) bumblebee costume, paired with four-inch high heels. She jumped into the back seat.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Rose gasped as she settled into the car, ignoring Martha's loud laughter. She reached forward and grabbed the clothes that waited for her on the passenger side seat and quickly changed in the back seat of the car. Once she was suitably clothed, she awkwardly climbed between the two front seats and settled herself into the passenger seat. Martha handed her a hair elastic with a knowing grin, seeing that residual hairspray and Rose's typical restless sleep had resulted in a rat's nest of blonde locks. Rose groaned in thanks and did her best to smooth her hair into a ponytail, but eventually gave up and settled on a disastrously messy bun.

The rode in silence for a few minutes, Martha trying to control her laughter, until Rose shot her a pleading look. "You're never going to let me live this down."

Martha slowly shook her head. "Never. Never, ever, ever…" Rose groaned and threw her head back against the headrest, ignoring another burst of laughter from Martha, who was feeling decidedly awake and giddy at the expense of her friend, who looked flustered, irritated, and embarrassed. "I can't believe you did that!" Martha howled.

Rose threw up her hands in exasperation.

Martha took a detour on her drive back to her flat, swinging by TARDIS coffee shop. The shop wouldn't be open yet, but James would be inside, getting the shop ready for opening.

"Where are we going?" Rose asked, alarmed, obviously uncomfortable with her current appearance.

"I thought you might want a coffee," Martha grinned.

"I'm not leaving the car!" Rose squeaked indignantly.

Martha laughed. "Fine," she chuckled, throwing the car into park and pulling out her keys. "I'll only be a minute." She jogged up to the door and unlocked the door to the shop, slipping in quickly. She heard a loud clunk and suddenly James appeared from under the counter, shock on his face and rubbing the top of his forehead. "Sorry," Martha, laughed.

"You sound sorry," James grumbled, standing fully and grinning guilelessly at Martha. "What are you doing here so early?"

"Just grabbing a couple coffees," She grinned. "I imagined you've already got a pot going for yourself?" Martha raised her eyebrows knowingly, well aware that James always made a pot of coffee for himself when he had an early shift. He grinned in response and nodded his head to the mostly-full pot of coffee that was still on the burner. Martha grabbed two take-away cups and filled them with coffee, putting in the correct amount of sugar and cream for herself and for Rose.

"At six in the morning?" James quirked an eyebrow. Martha said nothing, holding back more laughter. James seemed to sense that she wouldn't answer and shrugged, returning to his work.

Just as Martha was leaving, she stopped, turning to look at James again. "How are things with Reinette, anyway? No big problems?" She asked, knowing that the woman had been persistently trying to seduce her employee.

He grimaced. "It's fine. I can handle it."

Martha shrugged, frowning at him. "Alright," she said easily. "Let me know if it gets too bad," she instructed him seriously.

"You got it," James smirked. "See you later, Martha."

"Have a good morning, James," Martha called as she left the shop, coffees in hand. She looked back to make sure that James would lock the door behind her, and she grinned at him in thanks when he did so. When she slipped back into her car to see a grumpy and tired looking Rose, and handed her the coffee she'd made the way her friend liked. Rose accepted the drink with a grateful mutter and took a long sip, making Martha smile as she settled back into her car.

"Am I dropping you off at your mum and dad's?" Martha asked, glancing over at Rose and receiving a pleading look from her dishevelled friend, making her laugh. "You can have a kip on our couch."

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rose," Martha greeted cheerfully, watching James interact awkwardly with his aggressive female suitor. "Are you busy?" Reinette had managed to grab hold of James's tie and was not letting him out of her grasp, apparently feeling more persistent than usual.

"Not particularly. Why?" Martha knew that was a lie – Rose was always busy – but she always made time for her friends.

"I'm calling in the favour you owe me."

There it is! Goodbye for now, my loves! Remember to let me know what you thought!