~So, my friend had this idea, (she has a lot of ideas) about... well, I don't want to spoil the story before it's even written, so let's just say that it was a really good idea. We're sort of co-writing it, actually, because she can't get a Fanfiction account, and that's a long story. So, you know, yeah, I don't own Doctor Who, because if I did, I'd be BBC. I'm going to shut up now, so that you can start reading the story. :D~

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"What is the theory of why the Emperor Nero went insane?"

"Hmmm?" Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"Zoe."

"What?" Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"What is the theory of why the Emperor Nero went insane?" Mrs. Draco-Caput was standing right in front of my desk, wielding her famous meter stick. She slammed it on my desk. "Well?"

"He had lead on his plates, so he got lead poisoning." I turned back to the clock. It's very important that I watch the clocks. Otherwise something might go wrong. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"Why did he have lead on his plates?" She asked impatiently.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?" I asked. "I'm sure you'll see him when you die and go to..." I looked up into her face. "Nevermind." I said quickly.

"After-school detention? Again?" My mom said as I got into the car.

I shrugged and looked at the clock on the dashboard.

"Hey, missy, I am talking to you!" She said angrily. "What were you in detention for this time?"

"I told Mrs. Draco-Caput to go ask Nero."

"Who's Nero?"

"A Roman emperor. She asked me why Nero had lead on his plates, and I told her to ask him when she died and got to... a place." I said, staring at the clock. My mom followed my line of vision and saw that I was staring at the clock again.

"Honey, you know what the therapist said about the clocks." She said. "You don't need to watch them." She didn't get it. I needed to watch the clocks. If I didn't watch the clocks, then they might break. I looked at the dashboard.

"Honey?" I ignored her. "Zoe, baby, answer me." I didn't. She sighed and started the car.

The office building was right across the street from my house, and mom made me go after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I walked into the therapist's office, nervously fingering my pocket watch. It was more of a necklace, really. The chain was very long, so long that the pocket watch bounced around on my stomach. It was beautiful. It was dark gray, with circular engravings on one side. I've had it since I was a baby, at the orphanage. Don't think about the orphanage- but it was too late. I could already feel myself drifting into unconsciousness.

There is a shabby office, with stained white walls, a desk, and a woman with flyaway white hair sitting behind it. She is showing another woman of about twenty five pictures of small children. She pulls out a picture of a baby in threadbare pink blankets. The young woman asks about the baby.

"She was found on the edge of the woods."

She gasps. "How terrible!"

"Yes, I know. She had no blankets or anything. Made a huge racket."

"How could someone just leave her like that?"

"I don't know. All she had were some tattered clothes and a little pocket watch. Doesn't even open."

"That's awful. Can I see her?"

The woman disappears for a moment and walks back in with the same baby. She hands the baby to the woman.

"She's beautiful. I think she's the one."

"Okay, you'll need to sign these..."

I woke up on the therapist's couch, the bright fluorescent light stinging just behind my eyes. "Wha-what happened?" My eyes fluttered open. The therapist, a dark-skinned bespectacled man with a calming voice like Morgan Freeman's peered over me.

"Are you okay, Zoe?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little-" I sat up. "Dizzy." I said breathlessly, laying back down again.

"That's alright, take it easy. Now, how are we doing today?" He clicked his pen.

"Pretty good, so far." I glanced at the corner where Dr. Mittman usually kept his clock. It wasn't there. This isn't good. This is not good.

"Dr. Mittman?"

"Yes, Zoe?"

"Where's your clock?"

"I took it down." He looked at me curiously.

"What for?" Just like I thought.

"So that you could focus on me. Now, tell me. How are we? Really?"

"I told you. I'm fine." Why did he have to ask such stupid questions? I need to find the clock and make sure that it isn't broken.

"How was school today? What happened?"

"Nothing, really."

"You haven't been having any issues? Teacher issues?" I felt a surge of anger. So my mom told him what happened.

"Yeah. Mrs. Draco-Caput gave me detention."

"Why did she give you detention?" I've been through this enough times today, I thought.

"You know, I've got a lot of homework, and I'm tired. Can we cut this meeting short?" I asked, striding towards the door. Without waiting for an answer, I opened the door and left.

I laid on my bed, staring at the clock on my bedroom wall. Stupid Dr. Mittman. Tick.

Stupid mom. Tock.

Stupid Mrs. Draco-Caput. Tick.

Nobody understands. Tock.

Why me? Tick.

Why clocks? Tock.

They just don't get it. Tick.

I need to watch them. Tock.

...Need to watch them. Tick.

...Need...to...watch...them...Tock.

I fell asleep.

I got up at about eight the next morning; It was Saturday. I went out into the dining room, poured myself some cereal and plopped right in front of the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock...

"Good morning, sweetie." My mom's brown hair was currently protruding about six inches off of her head. She was wearing her bathrobe over her pajamas. I could hear her slippers softly scraping the floor. I tried not to scream at her. Instead I turned my attention to the clock.

"Watching clocks? Honey, you know what the therapist said." She rubbed her eyes.

I ignored her. I could feel my face flushing with anger. The therapist. Watching clocks. Doesn't she ever think of anything else?

"You don't need to watch the clocks. You've only been alive thirteen years. Nobody watched the clocks before then, and they were fine."

"No, mom. People did watch the clocks before me, but now they're gone."

"Who watched the clocks before you?" She looked positively baffled.

I thought for a minute. "The Clock People."

~Dun, dun, duuuuuuun... Can you guess who the clock people are? I'm truly excited about this now; this is going to be AWESOME! XD So please review, favorite, and follow! Thanks and bye! XD~