This is a small drabble written in early May when I heard a rumor that turned out to be true. :'( This is the lovely little result. Reviews are love! :)
Wilfred Mott had been alive a long time, but he had never seen anything like this.
Metal men. Well, not men, really. If he had to compare them to something, he'd say overgrown pepper pots. But they were a man's size, with high, screeching voices and weapons that killed hundreds.
His only granddaughter was out there, fighting them.
He wondered, briefly, if he made the right decision in telling Donna to go with the Doctor, but he soon acknowledged those thoughts as selfish and dismissed them. He'd done the right thing, no matter what Sylvia thought.
Until he saw Donna again.
"You can never tell her."
There had never been a harder promise to keep.