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Thanks for all the reviews. To save you all from waiting, here is chapter two. Again please Read and Review. Thanks. Hope you enjoy?
Chapter Two
The Present
Elizabeth sat on her bed; leaning against the pillow and starred at the watch, that the Doctor had given her all those years ago.
It only took one trip in that police box of his, to change the world she knew today; did the Doctor know about this before abandoning her? What caused the change?
Too many questions, not enough answers.
Luckily she was still in charge here, so she didn't have to explain too much about her little trip. But that didn't account for the existence of Marshal Sumner or the absence of Lt. Colonel Sheppard. Even Lt. Ford was here, but no Ronon or Teyla for that mater.
Everything seemed so strange, so out of place.
Closing her eyes, flashes of the past played in her mind:
…The helicopter-flying overhead, followed by the shooting, the scene in which the Doctor pushed her away from the oncoming car…
Elizabeth eyes snapped open having located the difference in the timeline, the car had previously skidded on slick-oil only this time it didn't, and she had gotten in the way of the car, causing the crash.
Had those turns of events caused her younger self to change the past? Could the past be fixed?
"Doctor. What have you done?" asked Elizabeth as she threw the watch against the far wall. Causing the glass casing to shatter into tiny pieces and it scattered all over the floor. After which Elizabeth buried her head in her pillow and cried herself to sleep.
Seven hours into the night as Elizabeth slept, the watch, what was left of it started glowing. Specs of yellow dust soon surrounded it.
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1971
After the crash
The Doctor walked through the hospital lobby up to the reception desk and politely waited to be seen. Looking around the place with a keen eye as he did.
"Can I help you Sir?" asked the receptionist, whilst he was busy looking at the front cover of the paper sitting on the ladies desk.
Without looking away from the front-page headlines, showing the scene of the same crash, he spoke to the lady. "I believe a young girl, by the name of Elizabeth Weir was brought in here yesterday afternoon?"
"Might I enquire who you are?"
The Doctor dug deep into his left hand pocket and pulled out his psychic-paper and showed it to the receptionist. "Doctor John Smith."
"She's on thirteenth floor Sir. Ward twenty."
"Thank you," the Doctor looked at the receptionist nametag, "Lucy."
Leaving the desk he walked to the nearest elevator and punched in the thirteenth floor. It moved up at a reasonable speed for an elevator and then he exited it once he reached the floor he wanted, after five stops prior, to let other passengers off.
Without looking at the directional sign, he headed straight for ward twenty.
After a full five minutes from exiting the lift, he eventually found Elizabeth. She was sleeping peacefully in a bed near the window.
Without waiting for any assistance he looked at her medical chart, attached to the end of the bed. The words mild concussion, and damaged kneecap, jumped out at him; both presumably caused in the crash. He automatically took another look at her fragile form and saw her right knee was bandaged up. "Could've been worse."
The Doctor looked up, when the lights in the ward started to flicker. "That's odd."
Putting the chart down, he jogged out into the main corridor and immediately noticed how silent the place was. There wasn't a soul to be seen.
The lights flickered again and his eyes widened in horror. Time was altering itself at an alarming rate, to accommodate the future. "Oh no you don't."
TBC
