AN: Hello there. This is my first attempt at a Doctor Who fic. For those who don't know me, I'm Doctorcoffeegirl. I usually write for Torchwood and have been waiting for the moment when the Doctor strolls into my mind and gives me a perfect fic. As it was, my Mam gave me the prompt 'now' for Torchwood, but I thought of this instead. It's based on Timothy Latimers' vision of the war that was to come at the end of 'The Family Of Blood', series 3, episode 9. It's bit dark, which I don't get, since it's the holidays but oh well.

Hey Ho, Let's Go!

Now

The Doctor closed the TARDIS door and stepped into the baron nothingness of the First war of Earth. They all thought it was worth the death, but there would be more. So many more…

There was a shield up around the TARDIS, Martha inside. She didn't need to see this, it was too close to home.

He scrambled onto the floor as a bomb went by near by, and when he looked up, he could see Timothy Latimer and Hutchinson, stepping across the wire, as one of them stopped to look at an old battered fob watch. The only clean thing he owned and cherished.

" One minute past the hour. It's now." He just about heard Tim say. " Hutchinson, this is the time. It's now." He looked up into the black sky. " To the right!"

The Doctor smiled as they dived, and felt glad he had helped at least two more lifes this night. There was always more.

Tim looked across the field, covered in his own and other people's blood.

" We made it!" Tim smiled. Despite everything, he smiled. " Thank you Doctor." His eyes connected with the Doctors as he stood by the doors. The Doctor smiled sadly through the mud caking his face and gave a little wave before stepping back into the TARDIS.

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" Are you Okay?" Martha asked, taking in the weary expression on the Doctors' face and the dirt covering his new suit and trainers.

" They're okay." The Doctor replied, aiming his sonic at the console to set it moving and sinking against the door, trying not to think about all the wars this planet was to undergo, with it's own people and the galaxy.

Martha noted the feelings radiating of the Doctor and sat by him, wrapping an arm loosely around his shoulders.

" I'm sorry." Martha whispered.

" Me too. But they're okay, so I'm okay." The Doctor forced a smile. " Onwards." He stood up, and bounded over to the Console, tapping out co-ordinates. Even though he seemed happy, there was an underlay of concern, but he'd never admit it to anyone.

Martha smiled. She'd never understand the Doctor. He was so up and down. The Doctor just smiled at her. " Come on, we've got a thing to do. Well, 3 things, and a lizard."

She laughed, the Doctor was contagious. He was brilliant. He was wonderful.