Notes: This was written in response to a Tumblr post involving "fobwatched" (human) Classic Doctors. May or may not be part of something bigger. Enjoy!
Grace took the watch from her pocket and lightly fingered it. It had been hard enough wrapping her brain around a guy with thirteen lives and two hearts. Now, that same guy showed up at her work a few months later talking about infiltrating a group of alien scientists who could track him down by analyzing his biodata and he needed her help in getting past their security check. She had watched in a mix of horror and amazement as he had collapsed to the floor of the TARDIS; his pupils glowing red and the odd pocket watch falling out of one of the pockets of his coat Every memory, he had said, every part of my life as a Time Lord is stored in that watch. Please take care of me, Grace. So here they were, sitting in a vast waiting room on a space ship.
"Doctor Holloway and Doctor Bowman," a robotic voice said from the doorway, "we are ready for you now."
