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Imogen tapped her pencil against her sketch pad, utterly bored. Two months. Two months of being stuck inside the TARDIS while the Doctor played human at an all-boys school. Damn Family of Blood she mentally griped. If they didn't have such good senses, she'd be out there too making sure the Doctor was safe instead of relying on Martha. Not that she didn't think Martha would be capable of keeping an eye on him, it was just that the woman didn't have her gift of 'feelings' if you can call it that.
Imogen sighed, putting her sketch book and pencil aside. "I gotta get out of here", she muttered to herself. Even though it was a risk, she just had to get out for a breather. If she didn't then she was going to go stir crazy. The brunette went into the vast wardrobe and picked out a dress suitable for 1913. It was of a simple design, floor length and of a similar colour to her eyes. Imogen twisted her hair into a basic bun and tucked her locket under the dress. She didn't bother to change her shoes as the dress covered them. Imogen then left the TARDIS, ignoring the noises of protest from the ship.
She walked through the little village, smiling to herself at the freedom after being cooped up for so long. In another part of the village, the Doctor and Joan were strolling along, chatting.
"His name was Oliver. He died in the battle of Spy-On-Cope", Joan explained "We were childhood sweethearts…But you see, I was angry with the army for such a long time".
"You still are", the Doctor stated.
"I find myself as part of that school watching boys learn how to kill", Joan continued.
"Don't you think discipline is good for them?" the Doctor asked.
"Does it have to be such military discipline? I mean, if there's another war those boys won't find it so amusing", Joan told him.
"Well…Great Britain is at peace, long may it reign", the Doctor said.
"In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year. Nineteen fourteen. All those images of mud and wire. You told of a shadow. A shadow falling across the entire world", Joan reminded him.
"Well then, we can be thankful it's not true", the Doctor said cheerfully "And I'll admit mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honour and valour, and…let's hope that from now on this, this country…can find its heroes in smaller places…" he trailed off when something caught his attention. A rope sling holding a piano aloft was starting to break despite the workman's attempts to try and hold it. At the same time, a young woman with a pram is coming around the corner, completely unaware of the danger above. "In the most… " the Doctor looked from the rope to the young boy who was playing with a cricket ball "ordinary…" the second strand of the rope is almost completely broken and the piano lurches violently "Of deeds!" he snatched the cricket ball from the boy and was about to throw it when another young woman in a purple dress pulled the other one out of the way, taking the pram with her. A second later, the piano landed on the ground, smashing into pieces.
"That was lucky", Joan remarked, eyeing the scene.
"Yeah…lucky", the Doctor agreed. There was something about the mother's saviour….something familiar "I'll be right back", he said.
"What?" Joan asked, surprised.
"I'll be right back", the Doctor repeated. Eyes trained on the brunette in the purple dress, he walked towards her and the young mother. As if she'd sensed him, the young woman looked up at him. The Doctor stalled, his heart beating faster at the sight of the woman he'd been dreaming about for months. She was real! Without warning the woman took off. The Doctor chased after her.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Imogen mentally berated herself as she ran. Why did she leave the TARDIS? Why? Of course something like this was going to happen. "Miss wait!" she heard the Doctor call but she just ignored him. Imogen darted out into a road at the same time a car approached.
Luckily a pair of arms grabbed her and pulled her out of the way. She and her saviour tumbled to the ground "Are you alright, miss?" the Doctor asked, checking her over.
"I'm fine", Imogen replied, trying to ignore how her heart sped up at the way he was looking at her, concern in those warm brown eyes "thank you for saving me".
"You're welcome", the Doctor said. He got up and helped her to her feet. "Why did you run back there?" he asked "when I approached you?"
"I thought you were someone else", Imogen quickly replied "but that's my mistake. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be". She started to walk away when the Doctor lightly grabbed her hand.
"Wait", he said "you're the woman of my dreams".
Imogen was a little surprised by this. Yes, Martha had told her that the Doctor aka John Smith had been having dreams of his previous adventures and he had been talking quite a bit about her. But she didn't expect him to say that. "I'm sorry?" she asked, feigning confusion.
"What I mean is, I've been having dreams about you. Every night as a matter of fact. And I've been wanting to meet you for the longest time but of course I couldn't because you weren't real though now I can see that you are real…" the Doctor rambled. He shook his head, realising that that he'd been going off on a tangent "Sorry. What I'm trying to say is that I'd like to get to know you. The annual dance is happening at the Village Hall tomorrow night and I would be honoured if you'd go with me".
Imogen knew that she should just say no. A stroll through the village was a big enough risk but the dance…that could bring unwanted chaos in to an otherwise peaceful place. On the other hand, she hadn't seen the Doctor in two months and she really did miss him. Besides she could now help Martha keep an eye on him, keep him out of danger. "I'd love to", she said.
The Doctor smiled "great", he said "did you still have somewhere to be or would it be too much of an imposition to ask you back to the school?"
"No, it wouldn't be an imposition at all", Imogen replied "in fact I would be delighted to go back with you". The Doctor's smile grew wider. He proffered an arm to her and she took it. Together they headed back to the school.