When I was17 I married; unusually late for my time. In my 19th year I had my first child; a girl called Elizabeth Jane. Just before the birth my husband was called into the army. I moved back with James, Lucy and Mother, for I couldn't live with out Christopher to bring money in. My sewing brought a little money in but not enough to live off. By that time Oliver had two sisters; Sarah Ann and Mary Rose, who were 5 and 12 respectively. The doctor had faded to a distant memory by the time I was pregnant again.
He ended up back there by accident. He was following a spaceship then lost it. When he opened the door, he visibly cringed when he saw Rhea right in front of him.
"Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"How are you?"
The Doctor brightened. This wasn't too bad. "Good."
Rhea tried to peer round him to see inside the TARDIS.
"Do you want to come in?" he enquired.
"Thought you'd never ask," she smiled. As she walked through the door, he noticed something. She was pregnant, about 6 months by the look of her.
Rhea gasped as she saw the technology. "What is this?" She breathed, running her hands over the control panel.
"Foreign technology," he replied.
"Is this why you never age?" Rhea asked suddenly.
"Sort of. It's hard to explain," he sighed.
"Then don't."
"It travels through time," he blurted, "I could show you your future."
"There's only one thing I want to know," she confessed, "Will Christopher live through the war?"
"Your husband?" The doctor had already checked this. It was with a heavy heart he answered. "Yes," he said, "Yes, he will."
"Are you not pleased?" Rhea asked.
"No," he replied bluntly.
"Do you want him to die?" Rhea accused him, " Do you want my children to have no father?"
"No. I wish you'd never married him. You're too good for him. Come with me." The doctor was surprised at himself; with the tirade of feelings that had come flooding out.
Rhea ran out of the TARDIS She turned at the door, her face streaked with tears. "I hate you. I hate you!" She slammed the door leaving the doctor with his thoughts and his regrets.
How could he? He knows how I feel about Christopher…
Now I feel like I've sinned, when I didn't do anything…but to see the future would be…amazing…but I couldn't leave Christopher.
The Doctor left soon after. He'd realised what he wanted. He didn't love her. He loved being able to talk to somebody. That was what he wanted. An assistant. A friend.
That was the end of my meetings with the doctor. Except for once more; when the war was over and Christopher had returned…And when the doctor came back. He wasn't alone.
M'rika- Hi! I actually wrote a week ago then forgot about it. Oops.
Anyway. The next chapter is the last one.