"That's what you call a perfect trip?" Tyra called over the sound of the other two's breathing.

"That's not my fault. Get down," the Doctor shouted as they hurried into the Tardis. He slammed the doors shut behind them, whirling around "Did they see you? Either of you?"

Martha shook her head "I don't know," she admitted.

"But did they see you? Tyra?"

Tyra shook her head. Well, the trip was extravagant for sure… Probably not quite in the way the Doctor had planned but then again… Their trips rarely were. A part of her had hoped that he would finally take them to Barcelona. Oh, well… "No. I don't think they did. They couldn't have. Neither Martha nor I looked back."

The Doctor nodded in relief "Off we go, then." He set the Tardis in motion before letting out a curse as a sound came from the monitor "Argh… They're following us."

"How can they do that?" Martha demanded "You've got a time machine."

"Stolen technology," the Doctor pointed out "They've got a Time Agent's vortex manipulator. They can follow us wherever we go, right across the universe. They're never going to stop, unless…" He straightened up, face set determinedly "I'll have to do it. Martha, Ty, you trust me, don't you?"

Tyra looked into his eyes seriously "What are you doing to do?"

"This all depends on the two of you, alright?"

"What does?" Martha frowned "What are we supposed to do?"

The Doctor held out an ornately decorated pocket watch to Tyra, squeezing her hand in comfort "Take this watch. My life depends on this. This watch, Ty, Martha… The watch is me."

"Right, okay," Martha nodded "Gotcha." She blinked a couple of times before sending him a sheepish grin "No, hold on. Completely lost."

Tyra looked at the watch "Is that the… what's it called? The thing that turns you into any species you want?"

"Sort of," he nodded "It's not the watch that does it but that's where I'm going to be stored. Those creatures are hunters. They can sniff out anyone and me being a Time Lord, well, I'm unique… They can track me down across the whole of time and space."

Martha grumbled "Huh. And the good news is…?"

"They can smell me," the Doctor explained "They haven't seen me. And their life span will be running out, so we hide. Wait for them to die."

Martha tilted her head "But they can track us down."

"That's why he's going to turn himself into a Human," Tyra told her quietly as a headset lowered itself from the ceiling "I have no idea how it works but as long as it does… I'm not going to complain."

Martha nodded "Wait, what do we have to do? As in, Tyra and I?"

"I invented a life story for me, find me a setting and integrate me. The Tardis already took care of everything. Can't do the same for the two of you, though. You'll have to improvise. Or Tyra can compel you what you need. I should have just enough residual awareness to not abandon you."

"But hold on," Martha stopped him "If you're going to rewrite every single cell… Isn't it going to hurt?"

The Doctor bit his lip "Oh, yeah. It hurts." He pressed a lingering kiss to Tyra's lips before fastening the headset. Tyra turned away as he started screaming, a grimace on her face. She hated to see him in pain, especially pain that seemed excruciating.


The Tardis had landed in a time where Tyra had still been in America for which she was grateful. She had chosen a small private school in a small village. The perfect hiding place.

Surprisingly, it had only taken a tiny little bit of compulsion for the Headmaster to agree to let Tyra join his teaching staff as the German teacher. The compulsion had only been necessary because… Well, she was a woman and he hadn't been too keen on having a woman teach in an all-boys school. But since she was fluent in German and he was short a teacher. He had left a few weeks before the Tardis landed, causing the Headmaster to be a teacher short.

"That would be all then, Miss…" He looked over the paperwork "Mikaelson. A maid will show you to your quarters and I expect you to be there at the teacher's meeting tomorrow morning. I will also hand you your schedule then. Yourself and another new teacher will be introduced to the rest of the staff in this meeting and it will be explained how to handle the students and more about your responsibilities."

Tyra inclined her head, playing up her proper upbringing "Yes, sir. I am thankful for this opportunity."

"I expect you to act as a teacher first," the man warned.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, her eyes narrowing on him.

He gestured to her "Well, obviously this is an all-boys school…"

Tyra cut him off "I do not like what you're implying, sir. I am nothing if not professional when it comes to my students."

"Right, right," he murmured, looking a little flustered.

Tyra internally rolled her eyes at the blatant sexism he showed but simply waved her hand at the door "If that was all, sir? I have unpacking and some organizing to do."

The Headmaster nodded "Of course, Miss Mikaelson. A maid is waiting outside to take you."

"Thank you," Tyra nodded, making her way out of the room. A small smile flitted over her face when she saw that the maid in question was none other than Martha. Technically, Martha was known as John Smith's maid who came with him to the school but she seemed to have taken over several other duties in the week she had already been here. The two of them decided that it would be too suspicious to have the Doctor – or John as he was called now – arrive at the same time as Tyra, so she offered to wait for another week before joining the two.

"And?" Martha asked curiously.

Tyra grinned "Well, I have the job. Which you know. I really shouldn't be surprised at how sexist that guy is being." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed "Modern times make it easy to forget that there's still a lot of that going around."

"Did you have to deal with sexism a lot when you were… You know?" Martha questioned.

Tyra shook my head "My status made me…" Here she couldn't help from sounding mocking "A valuable member of the society. Even though I was female."

Martha hummed "I do believe I'd rather be back with Will than here." She looked down at her hands, leading her through the corridors "The way these boys treat the maids here is… I have never seen such prejudice before. To think that they will have to fight…"

"Not here," Tyra cut her off "I guess I'll see how I'm treated as a teacher… Not that I will take anything from them. Not like…" She groaned, shaking my head.

"Like what?" Martha stopped at a door that had Tyra's name on a plaque that read 'German teacher' underneath, opening it for her.

Tyra walked in, closing the door behind Martha "Rose," she mumbled "I told you some of it but not nearly everything. I was more than patient with her and I really, really don't think I have any patience left. At least not for people who treat me like absolute crap. If those boys think they're better than me then I will set them straight."

"That's a good thing, though, isn't it?" Martha tilted her head "I mean, they should learn to respect people even if they're women. I just have one question… How do you plan on doing that?"

A mischievous smile crawled onto her lips "Oh, I have something planned."

"Ty," Martha whined, falling down on the sofa ungracefully "Tell me."

"Well, I never liked throwing around my title much but then again… I did know the queen. And the current King is a close friend – Or rather… He was when he was a child." She hummed thoughtfully "I really should go and visit him someday. Queen Victoria told me that he would like to see me again."

Martha looked up "When did you see her? It sounds like you saw her recently."

"Oh, I did. The Doctor messed up," Tyra snorted, causing Martha to roll her eyes "He wanted to take Rose and me to an Ian Drury concert in 1979 and we ended up a century earlier in Scotland. Let's just say that the Queen found out that there are aliens after that."

"Oh God," Martha laughed "What did he do?"

Tyra rubbed her forehead "You don't want to know," she told her "Or… actually, maybe you do. He got banished. Victoria banished Rose and him. All in the space of half an hour."

"That has to be a new record," Martha remarked before standing up with a small sigh "Anyway, I have to get back to work before I get into trouble. Have fun unpacking."

"Unpacking is the lesser of two evils," Tyra grumbled "I have to think about a way to teach those kids German."

Martha paused at the door "Why not do it in stories?" she offered "I mean, you have so many good stories to offer and maybe that would motivate them to learn."

"Maybe," she hummed thoughtfully. That actually sounded like a good idea. Tyra could somehow work those stories into the material and make them harder, depending on the boys' levels… "I'll think about it. Thanks, Martha. I'll see you around."


The morning of Tyra's first class, she woke up relatively early. Even if she didn't care too much about the whole teaching thing, she knew that she would have to work it for at least three months, so she spent the entire weekend and the week prior that she had off on her lesson plan. The Headmaster had given both the Doctor and Tyra a rough outline of what the previous teachers had taught and what he wanted them to go through. Since German was a third language for the kids after English and Latin, it wasn't too hard. Mostly just easy Grammar and vocabulary for the lower years and reading or storytelling for the upper years.

One of the other teachers had told Tyra that there were already rumours going around about the new – good-looking – female teacher. Tyra couldn't help but groan at that. She had enough problems with the Headmaster already – or she would have had problems, hadn't she compelled him again – without adding the fact that the boys thought that she looked good. Well, she'd just have to see what happened during class.

When the bell rang, signalling the first lesson of that Monday morning, Tyra walked into the classroom where the boys were already waiting for her "Good morning," Tyra nodded to them, putting a few pieces of paper onto the table. They weren't too important, only holding a few notes along with the lists of names for her classes of that day.

"Good morning, Miss," the boys chorused.

Tyra let her eyes wander over the group curiously, taking in the different faces "Well, since this is your first class with me, I'm going to tell you a little about me first. Then, I would like you to say your names and what you like about the German language." When none of them looked too excited, she grinned a little "I understand that you might not be too… enthusiastic about learning yet another language but maybe I can make it a little more fun for you. My name is Tyra Mikaelson. I'm twenty and have been learning German for – way too long now that I think about it."

The boys told her what she wanted to know one after the other with her marking down the names, trying to remember the faces belonging to the names. None of them seemed too happy with this class in general or impressed with her but then again. It was only the first class, so she still had time.

"Thank you," Tyra murmured when they were all done "Alright, now… About me being your teacher for the remainder of the year. It might be a little different from what you're used to but I know that learning a language isn't done by hearing lecture after lecture about grammar. From what I heard from the Headmaster your class already has a relatively good base, so we're going to try something a little… harder. I thought about several stories. You're going to have to decide which details are correct and which are lies. For that, you'll have to translate what I'm telling you. Now, for the beginning, I'm still going to be mixing German and English but the further we go into the school year, the harder it will get. Understood?" One of the boys in the back raised his hand "Thomas?"

"How many languages do you know?"

Tyra tilted her head thoughtfully "I – Actually don't know. I can speak quite a few and I tried out different ways of learning them. But if I had to wager a guess… Maybe around 20. Anyone else?" When no one else raised their hands, Tyra clapped her hands, jumping onto her desk in a fluent move "Now, then. Let's start. I have a short little story for you today. Nothing too bad and I will translate as I go along but this is a one-time thing."

She shuffled through the papers, glancing down at her notes for the shortest of moments "Okay, so… Ich weiß nicht, ob ihr mir glauben werdet. I'm unsure whether or not you're going to believe me but I was actually quite close to the late Queen Victora. Aber ich war sehr eng mit Königin Victoria befreundet." With that she talked a little more about the woman and her husband, answering the boys' questions when they asked them – some actually attempted to ask them in German.

All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good first class. Now all Tyra hoped for was that they would keep trying.


About a month and a half into their stay in 1913, everything seemed alright. The boys were still making an effort in my class. From what Tyra has seen, their grades had improved to an extent from where they had been with the former teacher, so she considered it a win. After Elijah's boring teaching methods, she had developed a method that would not only sneakily teach someone something but also to make it seem like less somehow.

In the time she had been here, she mostly stayed out of the Doctor's – or rather John Smith's – way. She wasn't sure whether she could face the man who wouldn't be able to remember her. Not in the way she would like it, though. They were together by now and seeing a man who looked like the Doctor but wasn't him… How Martha managed, she didn't know. Tyra always made time to speak to Martha whenever she saw her around, so she at least had someone to talk to about her frustrations.

Tyra walked through the corridors on her way back to her classroom. Most of the students and teachers were in class, while she had a free period. Normally, she spent said free period in my room or the library but she had been feeling restless for a little while, so Tyra had decided to walk around. When a familiar voice reached her ears, she froze. Tyra had completely forgotten that John Smith's classroom was on the way back to her classroom. Usually, the door was closed but today, it was standing open, leaving her with the view of the man the Doctor had been.

Tyra arrived just at the tail end of a lecture, deciding to lean against the opposite wall and out of view from the people in the room for now. John cleared his throat, putting down the book he was holding "If you have listened to the lecture like I hope you did, you'll be able to answer this question. When did Queen Mary of Scotland die and how?" Silence followed his question as several of the boys shuffled in their seats. The lesson was almost done and they probably couldn't wait to escape the boring History classroom "Well? No one?"

"February 8th, 1587," Tyra spoke up, leaning against the doorway. The Human Doctor's head snapped to the side, looking at Tyra with surprise. Not that she could blame him. They had barely interacted since starting to teach "She was beheaded for treason by Queen Elizabeth I."

"Correct." The bell rang, causing the boys to gather their things quickly, not giving John a chance to give them any homework. A few of them shot Tyra small smiles as they made their way past her. When the last one was gone, Tyra turned to make her way back to her classroom when she heard John's steps following her quickly "Miss Mikaelson?"

She stopped, turning to look at the man with her head tilted to the side "Yes?"

"How did you know?" John asked, his voice making his confusion obvious "The answer, I mean. I didn't think…"

"That I'd be interested in History?" Tyra finished for him "I am. Not only because of my… my ancestor's journals. History is something that is very… important to me and my family." She looked over her shoulder and down the corridor "If you would excuse me, now? I have a class to teach."

John took a step back, nodding his head "Yes, yes. Of course." Before he turned around, he hesitated "Would you – No, I apologize."

"Would I what?" Tyra questioned.

"Would you like to talk sometime?" John swallowed "I mean, there are a few… I would love to hear… I would like to see those journals you mentioned. Do you have them with you?"

Tyra let out a small laugh at his stuttering "I would like that, Mr Smith. And yes, I do have several with me. I don't go anywhere without them much. Apologies, but I really have to go now."

"Of course."


Tyra bit her lip, glancing down at the journals she had grabbed from the Tardis earlier today. Ever since a few months ago, shortly after Rose had been trapped in the parallel universe, she had started storing her journals and some of her brothers' in her room. The Doctor had wanted to see them and since the Tardis was one of the safest places, Tyra just grabbed them all.

"Come in," John called in response to Tyra's quiet knock "Ah, Miss Mikaelson." He smiled nervously, shuffling a bit closer to Tyra when she entered the room. When he just stopped a little in front of her, Tyra shifted a little hesitantly. Now that she was here, she had no idea what to do or say. John seemed to realize that he should probably say something else and gestured to the couches "Please."

Tyra sat down, placing the two journals next to her. One was hers and the other was Elijah's. She only grabbed both of them, since he started earlier and accounted for a few things that Tyra only found out through Finn.

"Are these the journals?" he questioned, peaking at them with thinly veiled curiosity.

"Yes," Tyra nodded, caressing the spine of her own gently "They were written by two of my ancestors and passed down in the family. This one specifically…" She picked up the one with the blue cover "Was written by the woman I was named after, while the other is from her older brother."

John hummed "And they lived… when and where? I seem to have forgotten."

"America," Tyra replied, internally laughing at his sheepish expression. It was so like the Doctor and one of the things she loved about him. There were many things and she wasn't sure whether she liked the fact that John did have traits of the Doctor. Tyra wasn't sure whether he would remember or what happened to John Smith once he opened the watch. Speaking of watch… She looked around conspicuously until she spotted a flash of gold on the mantelpiece "In the 10th century. Their family travelled to the New World from what is Norway today while my ancestor's mother was pregnant with the person who wrote this journal." The black one.

"So…" he trailed off in confusion "I always thought that the Native Americans were the… Well, natives in America."

Tyra shook her head "Many people do. Because they ignore the evidence. The Vikings were the first people to travel from the Old World to the New." She held out the journal "You're welcome to read them… As long as you're careful. These are really old. One of my other ancestors rewrote them when they started falling apart but I don't really wish to do the same thing, you know?"

"Of course, of course," John nodded eagerly "Oh, there's something I wanted to show you. I – I have been journaling myself a little…" He carefully placed the two journal Tyra had given him onto his bedside table and grabbed another, handing it over "It's more of a – a dream journal, I guess you could say."

Tyra dropped her eyes to the small book and flipped it open. What she saw written there, almost made her drop the thing. The Doctor – John Smith had written about some of their adventures, sketching Daleks, Cybermen and other species they had encountered. Tyra stopped at the page that held the Doctor's past regenerations, trailing her finger over the sketches "Who are they?" she asked, hoping that her voice didn't sound as strained as she felt.

John sat down next to her, pointing them out, explaining what he had written and how he had dreamed of being this adventurer and how Tyra herself appeared in his dreams as well "Here. This character – Rose, her name is – she disappears over time but you – I mean, Tyra here, is a constant. She has been there as long as Rose has and longer."

"Curious," she murmured "And you dream of travelling through space and time?" A picture of the Tardis, made her tap it "In this?"

"Exactly," he nodded "It's nothing but imagination but… I think you might be interested. I heard about your teaching methods." John sent her an amused smile "Makes the rest of us teachers look bad."

Tyra let out a laugh "Well, I apologize for that. The method has proven itself and the boys seem to pick everything up amazingly well."

"They have a good teacher, then," John complimented with a grin. Was it him or did he become more confident in this last hour he had been with Tyra in this room? Before, John had been… a bit curious, constantly lost in thoughts but now he was acting more confident.

Tyra groaned in embarrassment when he nudged her lightly and buried her face in her hands "Stop, please."


Tyra was leaning against the wall opposite of where Martha and one of her fellow maids – Jenny were scrubbing the floor. Martha looked up "So…"

"So?" Tyra repeated, a teasing smile on her face. Martha had been hounding her for a while about an incident in her past. In the past while, they had been talking more and more about family even if Tyra had been reluctant at first. Martha was missing her family, so the least she could do was to trust her with some information about her own past. After all, she had met Kol and not run for the hills. That had to count for something, right?

"Oh, come on," Martha huffed, causing Jenny to look over at her with wide eyes. It had always been a bit of a wonder for the other maids when they witnessed their less than formal interactions. Tyra didn't mind, though. The day she acted the way she was expected to – when it came to her station – towards one of the people Tyra considered friends was the day she would voluntarily wake up Mikael. That would never happen. Ever "You promised."

Tyra smirked "Did I?"

"Ty," Martha groaned quietly. Before she could say anything else, John walked along the tiled corridor past the three of them, his head once again stuck in the clouds. It had been fascinating to see just how different John was from the Doctor. It was almost like there was nothing of the Doctor in John Smith but that was a lie. Even if he was human, John still reminded both Martha and Tyra of the Time Lord "Morning, sir," Martha greeted, startling John.

"Yes, hi," John mumbled, walking up the stairs. His eyes drifted towards Tyra and when he saw her amused expression, he missed one of the steps. John tripped, almost falling onto his face. The flush caused Tyra to stifle her laughter as he hurried off.

She shook her head, turning back to Martha "I'll never get used to that."

"Head in the clouds, that one," Jenny sighed, turning back to scrubbing the floor "He seems different around you, Miss Mikaelson."

"I told you to call me Tyra, Jenny," Tyra pointed out.

Jenny shook her head "It's not proper."

Tyra rolled her eyes "Propriety is overrated." She ran a hand through her hair "Anyway, I have papers to grade, so… I'll see you later, Martha."

"Sure," Martha nodded "I'll be up when I'm done."

Tyra nodded her head, making her way up the stairs. She froze, though, when she heard that two of her more… troubled students came down the hall, talking loudly. Martha and Jenny were joking around when the two boys came into view. Baines stopped, eyeing them in disdain "Er, now then, you two. You're not paid to have fun, are you? Put a little backbone into it."

"Yes, sir," Jenny breathed "Sorry, sir."

"You there," Hutchinson spoke up, smirking at Martha "What's your name again?"

Tyra watched as Martha looked up, a hint of defiance in her eyes "Martha, sir. Martha Jones."

"Tell me then, Jones. With hands like those, how can you tell when something's clean?" the boy laughed.

"Hutchinson," Tyra called sharply, causing the two boys to freeze "Baines. Detention with me tomorrow."

The boys looked at each other before looking to the ground "Yes, Miss."

"Don't you have anything else to say?" she asked, crossing her arms. If there was one thing Tyra didn't stand for, it was prejudice. The boys knew it, everyone knew it. She hadn't made a secret out of handing out detention for treating the maids badly. It might have been common practice in this time but those boys would head to war. If they couldn't respect women for what they were, then there was no hope. Especially, boys as entitled as those two.

"Apologies," Hutchinson mumbled, glancing at Martha.

Tyra rolled her eyes at him when he made it seem like the hardest thing he ever did and continued on her way up "Don't let me catch you again."

Just before she disappeared around a corner, she heard Jenny's voice "I do rather like her," she laughed quietly.


"Ty," Martha called out from down the hall "Ty, you have to come quickly."

Tyra turned around, practically catching Martha who barrelled into her "Martha, calm down. What happened?"

"The Doctor," Martha panted "Some of the boys just told me."

"Martha, what happened?" she sighed, trying to get the girl to get to the point "And shouldn't you be used to calling him John Smith by now? I mean… You never know who is listening."

"He fell down the stairs," Martha said.

Tyra's grip on Martha's arm tightened "How in the world did he manage that?"

"Never mind that," she snapped lightly, tugging at her arm "Come on."

Tyra followed her, getting loose a little before John's room. And a good thing too, because Martha decided to do a modern entrance and just burst in "Is he alright?" she asked as Tyra leaned against the open doorway, seeing the school's nurse tending to John's injuries. There was barely any blood, so bruises were most likely the worst the man got.

"Excuse me, Martha," Joan huffed, not having noticed Tyra in the doorway "It's hardly good form to enter a master's study without knocking."

Martha nodded, hiding her annoyance "Sorry. Right. Yeah." She whirled around, going back to the door. Tyra let out an amused snort, stepping into the room as Martha closed the door for a moment, knocked and then re-entered "But is he alright? They said you fell down the stairs, sir."

"No, it was just a tumble, that's all," he waved off before catching Tyra's eye "Ms Tyra." Tyra rolled her eyes at the formal-ish greeting. Really, they had been talking more and more these past few weeks and she had told him that he should just call her Tyra. So far 'Ms Tyra' was the closest he had gotten. Tyra didn't mind too much, though. It was sort of cute how he acted around her.

"John," she greeted "How about that head then?"

"My head is fine," he sighed and hissed when Matron Redfern pressed a piece of gauze to the small wound.

Tyra raised her eyebrow "Yeah? I can see that."

"Have you checked for a concussion?" Martha asked, watching the nurse attentively.

Joan shot a glare at Martha "I have," she said "And I daresay I know a lot more about it than you."

"Martha," Tyra called out warningly, placing her hand on her arm when it looked like she wanted to say something less than flattering.

"Sorry," she exhaled loudly "I'll – I'll just tidy your things."

Tyra looked at the other three people in the room before taking a few small steps back "I'll just be going then."

"Wait," John called out "I was – I was just telling Nurse Redfern – Matron – about my dreams. I have added quite a few more since you've last seen my journal. They are quite remarkable tales, aren't they?"

Tyra sighed internally and made her way towards the chair John was sitting in and gestured to the sofa "Do you mind?"

"No, no, be my guest," he nodded before going back to what he was saying before "I keep imagining that I'm someone else and that I'm hiding."

"Hiding?" Joan repeated "In what way?"

John leaned back with a sigh "They're almost every night. This is going to sound silly."

"I think I heard worse before," Tyra told him, exchanging a mischievous grin with Martha who rolled her eyes at her.

"I dream," John murmured "Quite often, that I have two hearts."

Oh, Tyra could only wish. Despite her having said yes to the Doctor, they barely had any time together before the Family came. They were still new and Tyra wasn't sure whether this would make it worse or better. Against her own advice, she was finding herself falling more and more for the man John Smith was and could be. A part of her felt as if she was betraying the Doctor… She barely knew what the Chameleon Circuit was doing and so she wasn't sure what of the Doctor remained and what was purely John.

"Well, then," Joan shrugged "I can be the judge of that. Let's find out." She grabbed her stethoscope and used it to listen to the human Doctor's chest "I can confirm the diagnosis. Just one heart, singular."

John licked his lips as if debating on whether to admit about the next part to a new person "I have – er – I have written down some of these dreams in the form of fiction. Not that it would be of any interest." Before anyone could tell him differently, he continued "Oh, I also wanted to give you these back." He handed Tyra her journals with a thankful smile "They were very interesting indeed. Although, I wish they could have had a better life. I just have one question, though."

"Go on," Tyra nodded, putting the journals to the side.

"Both of the journals cut off at roughly the same time. What happened after – after the boy, Henrik died?" John asked.

Tyra stiffened. Really, she should have thought of that. Both Elijah and she had stopped documenting things that happened in their first years as vampires. Not only because Tyra had gotten daggered but because of the struggle it had been to get used to everything "Nothing is documented for a few years after that," she told him, clenching her hand in the fabric of her pants "The journals pick back up in the 13th century."

"Who is Henrik?" Joan asked "What are those journals?"

Tyra shot her an exasperated look "Family heirlooms," Tyra muttered, picking them back up "Now if you'll excuse me? I have some papers to grade which I should have done already."

"Ty," Martha called before she was out the door, ignoring the admonishing looks from the other two "Are we still on for later?"

"Sure," Tyra nodded, smiling lightly "Just come and get me when you're ready to leave."


That same evening, Tyra was standing outside the village pub with Jenny, waiting for Martha to return with their drinks. She wasn't feeling much like alcohol today, so she just went along with the two, keeping them company.

"Oh, it's freezing out here," Martha groaned, handing over one of the pints to Jenny "Why can't we have a drink inside the pub?"

Jenny let out an incredulous laugh "Now, don't be ridiculous. You do get these notions." She shook her head "Both of you do. It's all very well, those Suffragettes. But that's London. That's miles away."

"But don't you just want to scream sometimes, having to bow and scrape and behave. Don't you just want to tell them?" Martha asked.

Jenny rolled her eyes "I don't know. Things must be different in your country."

"Yeah, well they are," Martha proclaimed "Thank God, I'm not staying."

"You keep saying that," Jenny murmured.

Martha put down her drink "Just you wait," she said "One more month and I'm as free as the wind. I wish you could come with us, Jenny. You'd love it."

Jenny tilted her head "Where are you going to go? And who is 'we'?"

"Me," Tyra cut in "Martha and I are thinking about leaving in a little while."

"Leave? Leave where?" Jenny repeated.

"Anywhere," Martha sighed dreamily, looking up at the night sky "Just look up there. Imagine you could go all the way out to the stars."

Jenny let out an undignified snort, almost spilling her beer "You don't half say mad things."

"That's where I'm going," Martha grumbled "Into the sky, all the way out."

Tyra grabbed her arm and leaned over "I know that you like her but… Don't you think you're telling her too much?" she hissed quietly as Jenny was distracted by a group of people walking past them.

A green flash lit up the sky for the shortest of moments, causing Martha to gasp "Did you see that?"

"See what?" Jenny frowned.

Tyra just nodded, looking at the sky in trepidation. That hadn't been a normal light. Not even a normal meteorite. They usually weren't green as far as she was aware.

Martha pointed upwards "Did you see it, though? Right up there, just for a second."

"Martha, there's nothing there," Jenny soothed.

Tyra shook her head "I saw it too." She looked over her shoulder when she heard heavy footsteps running in their direction.

"Matron," Martha asked, seeing the panicked look on the other woman's face "Are you alright?"

Joan shook her head, taking deep breaths "Did you see that? There was something in the woods. This light."

Before Martha or Tyra could even open our mouths, John popped up almost out of nowhere "Anything wrong, ladies? Far too cold to be standing around in the dark, don't you…"

"There," Joan called out "There. Look in the sky."

The same light as before crossed the sky and Jenny let out an amazed sigh "Oh, that's beautiful."

"All gone," John stated a moment later "Commonly known as a meteorite. It's just rocks falling to the ground, that's all."

"I don't think the rocks are green," Tyra muttered to Martha who was still looking up.

Joan craned her neck as if to see whether the thing landed somewhere "It came down in the woods."

"No, no, no," John shook his head, slipping into his teacher voice. Tyra had heard that surprisingly often in the past weeks. Whenever it came to a subject the man was passionate about "No, they always look close when actually they're miles off. Nothing left but a cinder." He clapped his gloved hands, his eyes lingering on Tyra for a moment "Now, I should escort you back to the school. Ladies?"

"No, we're fine." Tyra glanced at Martha.

Martha nudged her "Go with him," she breathed quietly "I'll go and check the woods, alright?"

"Fine," Tyra sighed and turned towards John "If you don't mind me tagging along."

Joan looked a little disappointed but John's expression lit up "Not at all." He held out his arm for Tyra, nodding to the two maids "Then I shall bid you goodnight."


Tyra looked up at the knock to her classroom door "Hey," she smiled, nodding to Martha "What are you doing here?"

"I was going to go to the Tardis for a bit. Do you wanna join?" she questioned.

Tyra was about to agree when she stopped and grimaced "I would love to but…" She gestured to her overflowing desk "Who knew that being a teacher is such hard work."

Martha let out a laugh and patted her shoulder "Want me to bring you back some blood?"

"Would you?" Tyra asked "I haven't been able to go out as often as I wanted."

"Sure," Martha shrugged "Not like I have a blood phobia or something… That would be sort of unfortunate."

Tyra smirked "What? A future doctor with a phobia of blood? I would love to see that."

"Honestly? So would I," Martha admitted "Anyway, I'm going to go now. I'll put them in your room once I get back, alright? Usual place?"

"Yup," Tyra nodded and glanced past her at Timothy. She had asked to speak to him at the end of his classes "Now scram. I have a date." Here she winked at Timothy with a small grin, causing the boy to tilt his head in surprise.

Martha blinked and looked around, snorting at Tyra's comment "Hello, Tim."

"Hi," Timothy smiled. He was well known around the staff as one of the few really well-mannered children. He was always happy to help but his schoolwork was noticeably paced, as if he purposely got lower grades.

"I'll leave you to it, then. Bye," Martha waved, making her way past Timothy and out of the room.

Tyra shuffled around some papers and smiled up at Timothy "You can come closer," she grinned "I don't bite. Much."

"You told me to come and talk to you, Miss?"

"I did," Tyra nodded "There's one thing I wanted to ask you." With that, she picked up three different notebooks, placing them open on her desk "This seems to be written by the same person, even if they tried to disguise their handwriting. What I find fascinating is that they all seem to be your roommates' homework."

"I –"

Tyra cut him off "I'm not asking you to stop if that's what you think. I'm asking if they hurt you more than the beatings the other teachers are allowing."

"N – No," Tim shook his head "They only… suggest it. Strongly."

"Alright," Tyra sighed in relief "I won't mark them lower but I will talk to them if it continues. How do they want to make something of their lives if they don't even learn on their own?" She shook her head in disgust "You know where to find me if they ever go too far. I'm not just your teacher, you know. I won't tell anyone about what you're going to tell me."

Timothy sent Tyra a small, thankful smile "Thanks, Miss. I – I really appreciate it." He glanced at the clock "I have to go. Mr Smith wanted me to pick up a book from him."

"Aren't you popular today?" Tyra teased.

"Aren't I just," Timothy joked back, relaxing with a content smile. Tyra had been an amazing teacher for them, motivating students without trying too much. Some of the boys at school had been slightly scared that she would use her position as the only woman teacher to her advantage but Tyra had been nothing but nice to them – unless they pissed her off. Most of the boys learned quickly, not to treat the staff badly when she was around.


John and Tyra were in his study, each of them reading peacefully. Tyra had gotten him another journal. This one of her journey back to England with her brothers just before they met Katerina Petrova. Tyra wasn't sure whether she would be mentioned in that specific journal since she honestly couldn't remember the actual year she met her.

"You really do have a hand for art," Tyra spoke up, trailing her hand over one of the sketches that held the Cyber-controller from Pete's World. It was amazingly detailed.

John glanced over "This is nothing. Just a simple sketch."

"Better than everything I could do with pen and paper," Tyra laughed.

"Would you… Would you like me to draw you?" John asked, fidgeting nervously "You would make the perfect addition to my journal."

Tyra raised her eyebrow "I sincerely doubt that but if you feel the need to sketch me, go right ahead."

So… He did. Tyra had grabbed herself another book and settled down to read, while John started sketching. She wasn't entirely sure how much time had passed before he let out a satisfied breath. Tyra looked over curiously, slightly disappointed when she couldn't see the page from her angle "May I see?"

John got up, sitting down next to her, handing the journal over "You are by far the quietest subject I have ever drawn," he pointed out "I don't believe you have moved in over an hour."

Tyra blinked "It's been an hour? Huh…" Tyra looked down at the page and smiled "This is beautiful. You really are talented."

"It helps when the person in my drawing is beautiful, to begin with."

"You can be a charmer, can't you?" Tyra asked rhetorically.

John hummed, his eyes trailing to her lips "I want to…" he trailed off, leaning forward to brush their lips together in a kiss. Tyra froze in surprise, still remembering the feeling of the Doctor's lips. John – while technically the same person – was very different. His kisses were softer in a way. The Doctor being his usual, enthusiastic self, while John's showed hesitance "I've never – er…" Tyra shook my head, pressing their lips together again when the door burst open. John jerked away from Tyra and she cursed herself internally. Why did she do that? What if the Doctor remembered what John Smith? What if he didn't? Was this cheating? "Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?"

Martha looked from John to Tyra with wide eyes "I – er… I was looking for Tyra, actually." She looked at her.

"Well," Tyra cleared her throat, getting up "You found me. What's wrong?" A glance at the clock revealed the reason why she interrupted "Crap. I have to go."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you," Martha nodded, then lowered her voice. Tyra was sure that over the past two months, they had mastered the art of talking to each other without people noticing, even when standing directly next to them "We're so going to have to talk about this later, do you understand?"

Before Tyra could hurry out of the room, John stopped her "Miss Tyra… Would you do me the honour of coming to the ball with me tomorrow?"

Tyra stopped, looking at Martha with thinly veiled panic "What do I do?" she mouthed.

"Just go along," she gestured back.

"I would love to," Tyra replied to him "Even if I'm not much of a ball person."


The next evening, Tyra was dressed in a dress for the first time since entering 1913. It wasn't nearly as proper as it was supposed to be but she didn't care. She wore what she liked and what – to some extent would be able to fit in.

Tyra bit my lips, raising her hand to knock on the door to John's study. John opened it in a split second. He opened his mouth, closed it again before repeating the process "You look wonderful."

"Thank you," Tyra smiled "I – I just thought I'd let you know but… I don't think I will dance today. You might be able to convince me but I don't really like dancing."

"That is alright," John told her, stepping to the side to let her in "I'm not certain I can dance regardless."

Tyra let out an amused laugh "One less thing for you to worry about, then."

"Yes. Yes." John reached out to caress her cheeks before leaning close again. She knew that she should be stopping it, she knew that she wouldn't be able to explain in case the Doctor wanted to know why she had been doing what she did.

"They've found us," Martha panted, bursting into the room again.

Tyra turned her head to look at her "You have a really bad timing."

"Martha," John groaned "I've warned you."

"They've found us," Martha repeated urgently, silently pleading with Tyra "And I've seen them. They look like people, like us, like normal. I'm sorry but you've got to open the watch." She hurried over to the mantlepiece "Where is it?" Martha's motions got more frantic "Oh, my God. Where's it gone? Where's the watch?"

John frowned as Tyra stalked to Martha's side "What are you talking about?"

"You had a watch," Martha explained impatiently "A fob watch. Right there."

"Did I?" John tilted his head "I don't remember."

"But we need it," Martha exclaimed, whirling to face Tyra "Please tell me that you know where it is. You spent a lot of time in here. Didn't you notice that it was missing?" When Tyra just looked at her blankly, she groaned "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?"

A look of realisation crossed John's face "Oh, I see," he nodded "It must be so confusing for you. Martha, this is what we call a story."

Tyra stifled her laughter as the medical student raised her hand to her forehead "Or you complete… This is not you. This is nineteen thirteen."

"Good," John soothed "This is nineteen thirteen."

"Oh, this is better than any soap opera the Tardis has on offer," Tyra mumbled to herself, watching their exchange like a tennis match.

Martha bit her lip "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry but I've got to snap you out of this." She slapped the not-quite-Doctor hard "Wake up. You're coming back to the Tardis with me."

"How dare you," John gasped "How dare you. I'm not going anywhere with an insane servant. Martha, you are dismissed. You will leave these premises immediately. Now, get out."

"Ty, do something," Martha suddenly turned back to her "You have to tell him."

Tyra ran a hand through her hair, musing it up "Actually, John," she started "Martha is telling the truth. You did have a watch and everything she said was true. The journal… Everything has happened, John."

John shook his head "You're both insane," he grumbled, storming past them and out of the door.

Martha and Tyra exchanged looks and Tyra sighed "You look for the watch, I'll follow him?"

"Done," Martha nodded, racing off towards… wherever it was she was going to search.


John's scent had lead her to the Village dance and Tyra relaxed a little. There were a lot of people in there, not too much of a chance for an attack… Then again. Who knew with the Family? They wanted a Time Lord, so they probably wouldn't stop at one village.

As soon as she entered the hall, Tyra's gaze rested on John who was stiffly dancing with Joan. When had those two found each other? A feeling bubbled up inside of her but she pushed it back violently. There was no time for jealousy. She had to get John alone somehow but… He looked happy, relaxed. Maybe she could give him a little longer. As long as the Family wasn't here yet and the watch was missing, she should leave them be.

"What are you doing?" Martha questioned a little while later, coming to a stop next to her "I thought you would talk to him, explain the situation."

Tyra gestured to Joan "I didn't want to interrupt. Honestly, he looked happy and I wanted him to have that moment."

"With Matron Redfern?"

"What can you do? He's not the Doctor. He deserves someone who would be better for him than me," Tyra shrugged "Did you find it?"

Martha shook her head "No. It's nowhere. What if the Family already has it?"

"Then they wouldn't be here," Tyra pointed out "No, someone else must have taken it. But why? And who?"

"Come on," Martha sighed "We have to try and talk to him again."

John had just returned to Joan, carrying two drinks in his hands. When he caught sight of the two girls, he sighed "Oh, now really? This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave." He hesitated for a moment "Both of you."

Martha held up the Doctor's sonic, waving it in John's face "Do you know what this is? Name it," she challenged "Go on, name it."

Tyra snatched it from her hand, slipping it into her bra "Martha," she warned, looking around nervously. She wasn't sure whether the Family were here. Someone could be listening to their conversation and that would be the end of hiding.

"John, what is that silly thing?" Joan asked, wrinkling her nose "John?"

"You're not John Smith," Martha told them man "You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal… Like Tyra said, he's real. He's you." Tyra closed her eyes for a moment before looking around the room. She was about to turn back to the conversation when a little girl caught her eye. She was holding a red balloon and had a satisfied smile on her face. Well, damn.

All of a sudden, a voice barked over the sound of music "There will be silence," a man shouted "All of you." People started to huddle together and several screamed when animated scarecrows entered, blocking all exits "I said, silence."

The man who owned the hall, stepped forwards "Mr Clarke, what's going on?" he questioned carefully. Without a second of hesitation, he was vaporised.

"Mr Smith?" Martha started urgently "Everything I told you, just forget it. Don't say anything."

"It's too late for that," Tyra muttered, her eyes on the little girl.

Bains gritted his teeth as the screams continued "We asked for silence. Now then, we have a few questions for Mr Smith."

"No, better than that," the little girl grinned, skipping up to the two men at the front of the room "The teacher. He's the Doctor. I heard them talking."

Baines looked at John with a tilted head, inhaling "You took human form," he taunted, slightly surprised by the events.

"Of course, I'm human," John blinked "I was born human, as were you, Baines. And Jenny and you, Mr Clarke. What's going on? This is madness."

"Ooh," the boy continued with a smirk "And a human brain too. Simple, thick and dull."

Jenny let out a noise of distress "But he's no good like this."

"We need a Time Lord," Clarke agreed.

"Easily done," Baines shrugged, raising his ray gun to the human Doctor's head "Change back."

John looked at him in confusion and fear "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Change back."

"I literally do not know…"

Jenny shot forward, grabbing a hold of Tyra, while Clarke grabbed Martha. Tyra went with her easily. No sense, showing everyone what she was just yet. She didn't feel like compelling everyone later "She's your lover, isn't she? Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

John shook his head desperately "I don't know what you mean."

"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor, being human?" Baines questioned, stepping closer to Tyra and Jenny "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 teacher? Your friend or your lover? Your choice."

Hey, guys. So, since I know that Yahoo Groups has shut down/will shut down. Plus, all of the documents I uploaded are gone, I decided to make a Discord together with Maethoriel Artemis and two other writers. If you're interested in joining, I would like that.

We have channels for most of our stories where you can discuss the Fic in questions. For me, there are also channels that hold pdf documents of some of my deleted stories and the finished ones.

The link will be on my profile. Please, if you're interested, check it out.

Nick