The Fob Watch

Note: Alright, the initial idea: What would happen if there was someone who had been saved from the Time War by concealing themselves, rewriting their entire biology (as the Doctor did in the season 3 episode "The Family of Blood".

Anyway. This is the Tenth Doctor, but he hasn't met Rose or Martha or Donna. Just a blank Ten, actually. I don't think it's going to be that long, but I'm still working on the story so that might change as I tend to drag things along for way too long. I'll try not to!

Anyway, enjoy and don't hesitate to tell me what you think!

I'd never been too sure about the little clock. I had it for as long as I could remember, never thought anything special about it. It didn't even work, but I still felt somewhat attached to it. Never even thought of taking it to a clockmaker to get it looked at. It was just there, unimportant like me. Broken, like me.

'Are you sure about this?' I said as I stared down into the abyss.

'Of course I am!' She was standing on a platform with a bungee rope attached to her ankles.

'If you say so.' I held up the camera and pressed the recording button.

'Good day, YouTube! As you can or cannot see, I'm standing on the edge of a bridge. Don't be alarmed, I'm completely safe thanks to the guys of Bobby Bungee.' I moved the camera slightly to the guys who were holding up their company's logo, I turned back to Cass and nodded.

'Alright then, let's hope that I survive this.' She turned to the depth below her and gulped. 'Here goes!' And with that she let herself fall forward, off the platform. I quickly leaned over the edge with the camera to get a good shot, her screams were deafening.

While she was being reeled back up, I ended the video. It would be replaced with '5 minutes later' anyway so there wasn't a point in keeping it going.

'That's kind of dangerous...' I turned to meet the source of the voice, finding a short haired man in a brown trench coat. He didn't look like one of the workers.

'She wouldn't listen when I told her that.'

'You better watch out.' I frowned at him.

'I'm not going to do that.'

'Mhmm.' He turned and took off. Strange guy...

I turned the camera back on once she was up and aimed it at her.

'I'm still alive!' She said happily. 'But that's one hell of a thrill right there. Whew, I recommend that to everyone. Just don't do it if you have heart problems or something, you might... die. Anyway, that's the Christmas special for this year, hope you enjoyed it! Ciao!' I zoomed out and ended the recording.

'Good one. You okay?' She nodded, but I doubted it, she looked as though she'd just seen a ghost.

Once back home I edited the video and put some effects in before uploading it to her YouTube channel. She was quite famous, but that wasn't always a good thing. Everyone in town knew about her and everyone in neighboring places did as well. People would come up to her and ask her for autographs as if she was a proper Hollywood actress. No one cared about the one behind the camera though, I was just an invisible nobody. I didn't really mind, though some recognition wouldn't be too bad once in a while. I suppose I'd lacked that all my life. Being an orphan, I never had loving parents who gave me compliments when I'd done something good. All I got were bitter old sisters who hated their jobs and hence the children. They said they'd found me on the streets when I was just a kid, no memories, nothing. There were no missing persons reports out either and no one came for me, even after the whole thing had been on national tv.

'I just saw it, it looks good.' Cass said over the phone. 'Good job.' I smiled to myself.

'Thanks. Though it was you doing most of the work. Are you sure you're okay? You sound a bit... off.'

'Off? What's that supposed to mean?' I expected some sort of sniggering or laughing at the end of that sentence, but none came.

'Just... Oh nothing, never mind.'

'Hey, can you come over tomorrow?'

'You know I have to work tomorrow.' She'd known for the past two years.

'Right, right, sorry. You know what? I think I'm going to bed early tonight, maybe I'm not feeling so well after all.'

'You want me to come over for the night? To keep an eye on you? Keep you company?'

'That's alright, you're busy. I'll talk to you tomorrow.'

'Alright then, bye.' I hung up and stared at the phone for a few moments. This was really weird and not like her at all. She always blatantly refused to go to sleep early, just like a child.

'Maybe I should go to her anyway...'