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Prologued

Emma Smith's life was happy and normal. She was twenty four years old, she had two very loving and supporting parents (both, sadly gone, now) and she had the job of her dreams; working as a doctor in the middle of London. She even had a boyfriend, who adored her to no end but he was working in the Africa, which was just one of the reasons why she loved him so much, he always wanted to help people. But one of her earliest memories was waking up from a horrible dream about a strange red and orange planet with red grass and a beautiful city sitting safely in-between two mountains.

At first the dreams were enjoyable. In the beginning, there were two boys and sitting next to them would be two other girls. One of the boys and the girl didn't always get along, but they would usually stop fighting when the other boy and girl told them, be it rather reluctantly.

She always tried to remember what their names were, but she would always seem to wake up and start to forget the dreams in the first place. She remembered when she went to her parents when she was younger and told them about her dreams, they would tell her that they were just silly dreams, and did it really matter if she continued to have them? But that was the sort of thing that they would say if they had never seen how real they looked or at times even felt.

After Emma started going to high school the dreams seemed to stop and she forgot about them, but after she turned eighteen, they come back much worse than before.

The first dream that she had looked as if it was in a war zone, from an old, futuristic movie or something. Buildings were destroyed, people were being killed by monsters that looked as if they were made of metal and looked like pepper pots, but something about them made Emma shiver and want to run anywhere just to get away from them.

And then, one day there was nothing, just a feeling of pain and a lose so great that Emma would wake up sobbing for hours before being able to go back to sleep. Whenever she had been a child, she had painted pictures of the plant and of the boys and girls just to remind her about them. She also would write down her dreams in a diary and she would draw things in there of things and people she had seen…not that she was very gifted when it came to drawing, but never the less, she kept hope that perhaps one day she would be able to make sense of it all as it become a habit and she used to take it everywhere.

She may have had a childhood that most kids would dream about; but she would always feel like something was missing. After both her parents died, when she was seventeen, she could never bring herself to visit their graves and oddly enough, when she went to the old house that she grew up in an old lady told her that she had lived there ever since the Second Would War.

But even if it was odd, Emma shrugged it off as getting the wrong number of the house or something and didn't take much notice's. Until one night, Emma was walking home from a friend's house when she heard a noise so amazing that it made her stop and start running towards the place that the noise was coming from.

As she rounded the corner of an old brick building, she ran across the road to a park. She couldn't help but think how crazy this all was, but all those thoughts stopped when she saw an old, blue box with the words 'Police Public Call Box' written across the top of it as it sat under a tree, the small windows of the Police Box glowing in the darkness of the park.

As Emma walked closer, a man in a brown suit and tie walked out, grinning madly, and followed by a pretty blonde girl, who was laughing about something the grinning man had said.

"... And then, Rose, he looked at me and then he said something about needing a holiday and he was out like a light," the odd man in the suit told the laughing girl, Rose, before spotting Emma standing a short distance away from them holding her head, almost as if she was in pain.

"Hey, are you alright?" Rose asked, seeing Emma, sounding concerned as she noticed the pained look the woman had written across her face, or at least the part of her face that was covered by her wavy, red hair and her hand.

But she didn't seem to hear her as she struggled to stay standing, feeling a wave of dizziness, quickly followed by a sharp pain that went shooting through her head, closing her eyes tightly as flashes of images, things that she had only ever seen in her dreams seemed to fly passed her eyes. One was of a young boy with brown hair and eyes, holding out his hand to another young girl with long, straight black hair that was tied back in a plait, saying how nice it was to meet her.

Another was of the same boy and girl, but this time with another boy with sandy hair and grey eyes, laughing about playing a joke on one of the teachers. Each new scene was the same girl, only as they changed, the girl seemed to grow older until she become an old woman, saying good bye to another old man with the same brown eyes as the first boy.

"Doctor, what's wrong with her?" Rose asked as the Doctor started to hurry over to the woman, just as her legs seemed to give out from under her, but luckily the Doctor was there to catch her, gently lowering her to the ground before she could collapse.

To Rose, the woman looked around twenty one, maybe a little older, but she certainly appeared to be not too much older than herself. She had just shoulder length, red wavy hair and pale skin, but that could have just been because of whatever was going on with her. Over all she was very pretty and from what she saw before the woman had collapsed, she was quite tall, around about the Doctor's height.

"I'm not sure," the Doctor frowned as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver, flashing it at the woman before checking the readings to find them all normal, but the woman seemed to be in a dreamlike state, not quite a coma, but similar.

"But she was fine a minute ago," the blonde commented, frowning in mild confusion as she watched the Doctor, "I mean, she looked fine and she was standing up when we saw her. Did she faint, or something?"

"Yes, I know, and I'm not entirely sure," he replied, taking the woman's pale hands from her face to get a better look at her, carefully examining her face, which looked very peaceful, almost as if she was just simply sleeping," She looks as if she's dreaming, but I've never seen someone react this badly before, neither can I explain what could have trigged her to go into a state like this".

"So, what do we do, Doctor?" Rose asked, sighing slightly as she looked from the Time Lord and back to the woman, before she noticed a small black bag the woman must have dropped as she collapsed. She picked it up and started looking inside it. Whoever she was had some lip stick, a phone, and a purse. She grabbed the purse out and looked at it, "Doctor, this says her name's Emma Louise Smith," she told him, reading the ID card out for him, "She's twenty-four, and she lives at number nine, Baker Street".

"Baker Street, nice place," the Time Lord muttered, still trying to work out what was wrong with Emma, "And not too far from here, she must have been going home from somewhere," he assumed, flashing his sonic at the red head again.

Rose nodded before getting out Emma's phone and looking at it, turning it over in her hands as she examined the slim, black device, "She has a nice phone," she commented.

The Doctor glanced over at Rose, who was held up the Black touch screen phone for him to see for himself, "We must be 2012, or at least sometime after then, that phone first came out in that year," he nodded before turning back to Emma, "And you're right, it is a pretty good phone…for its time, I suppose".

"I thought you said we were going to 2015 to see that friend of yours," Rose smiled, shooting him a slightly teasing look before taking another look in the bag.

"Plans change," he shrugged, not looking overly concerned about it either, "And it's lucky that we did end up here, anyway," he gestured with his head to the woman.

The blonde nodded, still smiling slightly as she pulled out a second card with Emma's photo in the corner, appearing to be dressed in professional looking clothing with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, "Looks like she works for the Royal Hope Hospital as a doctor," she remarked in mild surprise of the discovery, examining the card.

"Brilliant, I love doctors," the Doctor grinned at Rose before turning back to Emma, who seemed to be coming out of whatever a dream state was, "What else is in there?" he glanced back at her, curious to find out more, hopefully something that might explain exactly what could have trigged such as strange occurrence.

"Just this old pocket watch," Rose shrugged as she suddenly seemed to notice an old, silver pocket watch with odd cycles around the side, lifting it up to take a closer look. Huh, strange, the odd cycles almost reminded her of the writing that she had seen on the console scanner. Hadn't the Doctor once mentioned that it was Gallifreyan writing once before? "It looks pretty old".

The Doctor glanced over at, his eyes widening in utter shock and was that…hope? That she saw flickering in his brown eyes as he almost leaped over to her and grabbing it out of her hands, "It can't be," he breathed as he stared down at the watch in his hands as if it was something amazing, "That's impossible".

"What is it, Doctor?" Rose frowned slightly, wondering whether or not she should be concerned, but when he didn't answer, she asked again, reaching out to lightly touch his arm, "Doctor?"

But before she could touch him, he seemed to snap out of staring at the watch, hardly glancing at his companion as he focused on Emma, his eyes lighting up in a way that Rose had never seen before. He suddenly looked so much younger as he moved closer to the red head and lightly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while she stayed peacefully asleep, so carefully and gently was every move he made, it was almost as if he feared that he might somehow hurt her or that she would disappear.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" Rose asked again, raising her voice slightly as she really started to worry that something was wrong as she stared at him

But he didn't seem to hear her as he carefully tucked the watch inside his pocket before gently lifting Emma into his arms from the ground, carrying her over to the TARDIS, "Rose, open the door for me," he glanced back over his shoulder to her as he reached the door, "I need to do a few tests before I can be positive".

"Positive about what?" Rose asked as she quickly stood and hurried over to him, unlocking the door and following him inside. She half expected him to simply stay in the console room, but he walked straight passed it and off down the hall leading to the rest of the ship, all the while she hurried to keep pace with him as he lead them into the Infirmary room were he laid Emma on the bed and started hooking her up to different machines, setting the scanner.

The Doctor didn't answer for a moment as he finished setting up the scan. The main reason why he didn't answer was because he wanted to be sure before he said anything. And the other reason was that he just didn't know how to say it so he decided to say what came to mind first.

"Rose, do you remember when I told you about my people?" the Doctor started off, his voice sounder softer than normal as his eyes remained fixed on the woman lying on the bed in front of them.

Rose nodded, "Of course I do, Doctor".

"Well, there is this thing that we can do that makes us human, but it comes at a price," he began explaining, trying to think of a way to simplify everything, "The prices is that we forget all about our past lives and we just go about acting as if we have always been human. Now, I have never done this before but I used to know someone that was forced to do it for a number of years".

"Who?" Rose asked, curious to hear more. The Doctor never did like to talk about his past, so whatever chance she got to hear about it, she was more than eager to take.

"An old friend who died when I was still only in my forth body," the Doctor sighed sadly, glancing at her as he shook his head, getting back to the explanation, "Anyway, a Time Lord can put there essence inside a pocket watch and then they're safe and sound in there as their body go's around thinking that it's human, following me still?"

"Um…sort of," Rose frowned, trying to keep up with everything he was telling her, "So, that pocket watch that I found," she gestured towards his pocket as he reached inside it and pulled the silver watch out again, staring down at it, "You think it could be…what? A Time Lord trapped inside it?"

"Yep," the Doctor grinned broadly, his eyes bright again as he appeared to struggle to contain himself, "But we won't know until she wakes up, which, by going by this reading…" he turned and looked at a screen with the same circular writing as the watch flashing across it, "Could be at anytime in the next few hours".

"Right, so still a lot of time to wait," Rose sighed, not entirely sure how she was supposed to feel in that moment. Of course she was happy that the Doctor wasn't going to be the last Time Lord left if the watch really did contain the essence of another Time Lord, but wouldn't that mean that the Time Lord, seeing as Emma was a woman, would be…female?

"Yes, why don't you go make a cup of tea?" the Doctor suggested, glancing at her, his eyes still bright before he focused his attention on the woman in front of them, "And don't forgot to make a cup for our friend here," he added as the blonde began to leave the room, somewhat reluctant as he nodded to Emma.

….…

Emma rolled over to her right side and frowned slightly when she heard soft voices and a beeping sound coming from some were next her. What on Earth was that beeping? It wasn't as if she was on call that night, unless it wasn't night time anymore and that was her alarm? But even that didn't make sense seeing as she couldn't remember going home, let along falling into bed. Actually, she couldn't remember very much of what had happened that night, hadn't she gone to visit a friend? Hmm, strange. As far as she could tell, she was lying down on something soft, possibly a bed. She hadn't stayed at her friend house, did she? No, her friend was in the middle of redecorating, which meant that the spare bedroom wouldn't have been an available. But regardless of all that, it still didn't explain where she was, or what those voices were.

Emma slowly opened her bright green eyes, blinking slightly in the bright light as she felt a dull ache settling somewhere behind her left eye. Managing to wake herself up a bit more, she quickly realised that she was lying down in what appeared to be a hospital room. The room was white with a light green floor and a few tables with odd things on them that not even she, with her medical training, recognised, but it did look very much like some sort of hospital.

In the far left side of the room was a man with brown hair that seemed to stick up all over the place, wearing a brown suit that Emma thought she had seen some were before, almost as if it had been a dream. Next him, drinking something from a mug was a blond girl with lots of eye makeup on, she too looked like someone Emma had met before but couldn't quite place.

Emma was about to ask them were she was and who they were when the man turned around and smiled when he saw that she was awake.

"Hello" he said happily, walking over to her side, still grinning madly to the point that Emma wondered whether or not it was actually painful, "I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose Tyler," he nodded to the blonde girl.

Rose walked over and stood just a little bit behind the so called 'Doctor,' giving her a small, almost encouraging smile.

"Hi, um, where am I?" the red head asked, frowning at the both, looking very confused as she tried looking around the room again in the hope of being able to work it out herself, "And what do you mean by 'the Doctor'?"

"You're in the TARDIS," the 'Doctor' replied easily, almost as if he had been expecting the answer, which he probably had as he put his hands inside his pockets, "It stands for…"

"Time and relative dimension in space," Emma answered without really thinking about it, her eyes widening as she realised exactly what she had said as she clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at the man and woman as they stared at her, the man breaking into a mad grin.

"Oh, you are brilliant," he grinned at her, making her even more confused, wondering why he would be so happy over such a thing, wondering why he wasn't asking her how she had possibly known such a thing when even she didn't have a clue. Not seeming to notice her confusion, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out eh silver pocket watch, holding it up for the Emma to see, "Do you know what this is?"

"An apple?" Emma asked him sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she felt the dull ach beginning to grow worse, "Yes, of course I do. It's my old pocket watch".

"It looks very old" Rose commented, "You must have had it a long time".

"I guess," Emma frowned before shrugging, "I can't really remember ever having it in the first place, to be honest".

"Have you ever tried to opening it?" the Doctor asked, moving closer to her, looking strangely eager.

"No, why would I bother trying to open an old broken watch?" Emma asked, frowning at them again.

"But how do you know if it's broken if you have never opened it before?"

"Because it is broken," the red head frowned again, wincing slightly as she felt the pain steadily growing more and more painful as she tried resting the side of her head in her hand, "Look, I don't see what's so important about an old watch, but my head is killing me and I don't even know were I am or who you two really are".

"Were trying to help you, Emma," the Doctor told softly, moving closer to her, giving her an almost sad look, "Here," he held the watch out for her to take, "Just…just hold it and tell me if you think it's really broken".

Emma wanted to tell them to leave her alone, that she just wanted something to take the pain away so that she could go home and curl up in a ball at home, preferably in bed, but she could tell by the look on the Doctor's face, despite having only just meet the man, that he wasn't going to give up, so to try to keep her head from exploding, as it felt very ready to do, she took the watch from the Doctors hand.

It didn't feel any different from a normal pocket watch until she heard a voice, a woman's voice, telling her to open the watch. When she gasped and looked up at the Doctor, she realised that she was crying and had been as soon as she had taken the watch.

"It wants me to open it but I don't want to, Doctor," Emma told him, sounding almost fearful, as if she was a small child who had been frightened by a nightmare as she wiped her cheeks, looking at the Doctor, who was watching her with an almost guilty look.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here" he told her gently, giving her a small of encouragement before moving to standing next to Rose.

Emma took a deep breath before opening the watch.

Edited: 27/5/2015.

This story starts from after 'Tooth and Claw' and just before 'School Reunion'. Next chapter will have some information about Emma, (is that really her name?) and the Doctor back on Gallifrey. Anyway I hope you like it, tell me what you thought, and please review :)

Oh, and any ideas on who Emma's friend that she was walking home from could be?