John sat confined in the chair that he had placed himself in, unsure whether or not to move. The darkness outside gave no light to the cottage the Matron had shown him, Marion and Martha, although the green flares that spread down the sky illuminated the dingy space, but barely.

He clutched the watch tightly in his hand as Marion-… Rose… The Bad Wolf commanded Martha, the Matron and Tim from the cottage, closing the door quietly behind them. She turned around slowly, giving him a meaningful stare as her eyes glowed a soft yellow, her arms folded across her chest. As she approached him, pulling up a seat in the progress, John couldn't help but reply some one the events that had happened that… dreadful night.

John was more confident this time, more so than their first time. Placing a shy hand to her cheek, John gently pressed his lips to hers, their breathes catching immediately. They stood there, locked in this seemingly endless moment as the silence of the outside only encouraged then to continue (no one was nearby, they were safe for now).

It wasn't until that silence was broken did they know they were no longer alone. The doors burst open, a breathless Martha running up to her quickly angered master. They've found us, and I've seen them- they look like people, like us, like normal," she said hurriedly as she approached him, sending Marion a strange look; half contempt and half pleading. She looked back up to her master, who was staring at her berwildered. "I'm sorry, but you've got to open the watch," she added, turning around instantly to the mantelpiece. She stared at the wooden frame and stood idly for a few seconds, as if registering something in her mind. "Where is it?" she asked as she turned back to face the two, who were staring back at her as if she were a mad woman.

"What are you talking about?" John questioned as she started looking around the room for something, rather desperately, in his opinion.

"You had a watch, a fob watch," Martha replied quickly as she shuffled thing around his desk. She looked back up to the mantle-piece and pointed. "Right there!"

John looked over to the mantle-piece, wondering what on earth he'd be doing with a fob watch. He didn't need one anyone, he'd always known what time it was, even without a watch.

"What's it got to do with you?" Marion questioned, her arms folder over her chest.

"But we need it..." Martha struggled through gritted teeth. "Oh my god, Doctor we're hiding from aliens, and they've got Jenny and they've... possessed her or copied her or something and you've got to tell me, where's the watch?"

John looked glassy eyed to the figure of Rose Tyler, trying to tell himself that it was Marion, only with her memories back. But he struggled to forget that it was so much more than that. Everything he had written in his journey, every person he had written about, all the drawings he'd made; they were all real. The Dalek's, the Cybermen, the people, they were all real, and one of the most terrifying was sitting right by him, staring at the watch in what only could be described as a desperate manor.

The four of them stood across the dance floor, the strange men dressed as scarecrows scattered behind them as the young man, Baines, looked around the room, his eyes resting on John. "We have a few questions for Mister Smith," he said with a sneer.

John frowned, the young girl beside him smirked as well, the woman he knew as Jenny joining them, as well as Mister Clarke. "You took human form," Baines added, a statement, not a question

"Of course I'm human, I was born human!" John exclaimed. This was just ridiculous! First it was Martha talking about the inventions in his journal being real, now it was Baines telling him he wasn't human. This must have been some joke. "As were you, Baines. And Jenny, and you, Mr Clarke! What is going on, this is madness!"

"And a human brain, too!" Mister Clarke noted in flee. "Simple, thick and dull. We need a Time Lord," he added, the words running through John's mind. 'Time Lord'.

Stepping foreword, Baines raised his gun to John, himself instantly noticing the gun was not of the normal sorts. Everyone in the room gasped, John recoiling back as Marion looked in near tears."Change back," he commanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," John muttered in a near pleading voice. "I literally do not know what you're talking about." Before he could say another quivering word, Jenny- or the thing possessing her- turned to Martha, grabbing her while pushing the tip of her gun to her head. In shook and the sudden move, Martha let out a yelp like scream. "Get off me!" she yelled as her attacker as she struggled in her old friends arms. "She's your friend, isn't she?" Jenny questioned. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

"I don't know what you mean!" John exclaimed in panic. Even though the way Martha had treated him earlier that evening was horrid and wrong, he had still known her since he was only a youth. He wouldn't see her hurt.

"Wait a minute..." Jenny said in wonder, her eyes trailing off to Marion. "The maid told me about Smith and the librarian ...that woman, there!" she pointed at Marion, who's eyes lit up in fear. Mister Clarke took one look at her, instantly reaching for the young blonde.

"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human?" Baines asked taunt-fully. "Has it taught you wonderful things, are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or librarian? Your friend - or your lover? Your choice."

"Wait, Son of mine," Mister Clarke muttered as he looked at the back of Marion's head in confusion, but mostly fear. The four of them inhaled deeply, the little girl quickly backing away as the scent filled her nose. Baines, however, smirked that God awful smile again, looked at Marion in triumph. "Well, well, well…" he muttered, Mister Clarke's grip on the young woman instantly becoming looser. "So," Baines continued, as close to her as he would go. "The Bad Wolf Returns?" he asked her mockingly, taking another deep breath.

Marion soon went limp in Mister Clarke's arms, falling to the floor as she let out a ear splitting scream. She clutched her head in pain as many of the ball's guests clamped their hands over their ears. After she'd stopped her screams, she opened her eyes, looking up to the family. "Too right," she said in a strong, powerful voice. Noticing her eyes, John noted in fear that they were a golden yellow.

Looking up at her now, John could see that faint yellow that resided in her eyes as she looked down at the watch, her index finger tracing over some of the patterns. "He used to put the monitor setting on to Gallifreyan," she stated in her voice, not the voice she had spoken in. It was more gentle, more her.

"Because he was the only one who knew what it meant," John finished for her. He remembered that much. This Doctor liked being the only one that knew what was happening, but John didn't think the writing was about being a know-it-all. Personally, he thought it was because it helped. That was his language, something he had spoken in since he was a child. It was one of the last things that made him a Time Lord, and he was holding on to it.

Rose looked up at him and smiled, still lightly fingering the watch. "I'm sorry, John. I'm so, so sorry," she whispered as she placed her free hand over his cheek. John winced at the words the Doctor used so much. Looking back through all the times he had said that phrase, someone, anyone, ended up dying, and it terrified him. He didn't want to die, not yet. "Rose is going to die," he stated simply, looking back down at his hand, which had been clamped in hers.

She shook her head slowly, giving a small smile. "As you know, this is not the first time this has happened. Once everything is finished and put right, I'll send the higher consciousness back to where it belongs." Giving his hand a squeeze, she ended, "She wont die with you, John." Releasing the hand from her paw, she stood, looking at him, her eyes now glowing again. "What are you going to do?" the 'higher conscious' asked.

John stood with her as his breathing started to become heavy. Looking down at the watch, he gave no answer, but the pair of them already knew it.

A.N: Sorry if the ending is really shitty, it's all I have at the moment. I lost my muse for this arch ages ago and this seems like the best I've got. So, you have a choice. If you want another chapter of The Doctor and Rose reunion in this arch, just say yes and I'll do it, but it might not be better than this (this way is preferred for me as it allows you as readers to make your own endings up, which is a lot more better in my opinion). Or I can just move on to a different one shot I have in mind :) )

Also, sorry I've been away for a while. Like I've explained before, last year of high school, exams that decide my future blah blah blah...