Ok, so this chapter was challenging but extremely fun to write. I alternated between Third Person POV and Martha's POV, which made it difficult. I have read many fictions about this episode and I wanted to do something different with Harper. Well, anyways… I hope you guys enjoy it!


Third Person POV

"Get down!" The Doctor yelled as Harper and Martha ran into the TARDIS. A shot was fired hitting the TARDIS' console. "Did they see you?"

"I don't know," Martha said and Harper shook her head no.

"But did they see you?"

"I was too busy running."

"Martha, it's important, did they see your face?"

"No, they couldn't have," Harper, said, answering this time.

"Off we go," The Doctor took off his jacket and started to fly the TARDIS. Both girls looked at each other giving a worried look as alarms started going off. "Ah, they're following us."

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

"Stolen technology. They've got a time agent's vortex manipulator."

"Bloody time agents. They can't keep up with anything," Harper said.

"They can follow us whenever we go, right across the universe," the Doctor said as he stopped, trying to think of what he could do. "They're never going to stop. Unless… I'll have to do it. Martha, you trust me don't you?"

"Doctor…" Harper gave a warning tone as Martha said, "Of course I do."

"'Cause it all depends on you. Harper and I won't be able to help you."

"What does? What am I supposed to do?"

The Doctor reached under the console and took out a watch. "Take this watch because my life depends on it. This watch, Martha, this watch is…"

John Smith woke with a start. He had had another odd dream. John slow rolled out of bed trying to get the image of the girl with green hair out of his mind. Anytime he had a dream of her, he could help but feel connected to the young girl. Then there was a knock on his door, "Come in," he called.

"Pardon me, Mr. Smith," Martha said seeing him still in his sleepwear. "You're not dressed yet. I can come back later."

"No, it's all right, it's all right, put it down," He motioned to the tray she was carrying. "I was… sorry, sorry. Sometimes I have these extraordinary dreams."

"What about, sir?" Martha asked as she walked around doing her duties.

"I dream I'm this… adventurer, this daredevil, a madman. 'The Doctor', I'm called. And last night, I dreamt that you were there, as my… companion."

"A teacher and a housemaid, sir? That's impossible."

"There was another girl. She had the most astonishing green hair…" Martha looked at Mr. Smith seeing him with a far off look in his eyes, but it was soon gone as he said, "I'm a man from another world, you know."

"Well, then it can't be true 'cause there's no such thing."

Mr. Smith walked up to the fireplace and picked up the old fob watch that was there. "This thing, the watch…" But then he put it back down and dismissed it as if it wasn't even there. "It's funny how dreams slip away. But I do remember one thing. It all took place in the future. In the year of our Lord, 2007."

"I can prove that wrong for you, sir. Here's the morning paper. It's Monday November 10, 1913, and you're completely human, sir. As human as they come."

"Mmm," John Smith said, "that's me. Completely human."


Martha's POV

After I left the Doctor's room I slipped into a closet to talk to Harper. When we first got here she had give me a small device that went behind my right ear. It was small enough that no one could see it. This device let Harper and I communicate with each other easily. She could hear what was going on around me and I could hear what was going on inside the TARDIS, where she had to say.

"Harper you there?"

"What's up Martha, my beastie, my BFF, my best friend… I've been alone in the TARDIS for too long."

I laughed lightly at her, "Harper, the Doctor is still having dreams. Apparently we were in last nights."

"Does he still think they're just dreams?"

"Yes."

"Then as long as that's the case, we're fine. It's going to be bad if he starts think it maybe real. He can't open the watch just yet."

"I know, I just ready for this to be over with."

"You and me both…Martha, how is he?"

I smiled. I could hear the love and concern in Harper's voice, "He's good. Fitting in well here as a teacher. Mind you I would hate for him to be my teacher."

Harper laughed and said, "Oh, I can just imagine."

"Well, I better be off. I'll keep in touch."

"Okie dokie. Keep him safe Martha." This was something she told me every time we talked. I am now starting to think she is more worried than she lets on.


"Morning, sir," I said as Mr. Smith walked by. Jenny, another maid, and I were scrubbing the floor of the school. I was thankful to have made a friend here. Jenny was very sweet and kind.

"Yes, hi," he replied.

"Head in the clouds that one," Jenny said. "I don't know why you're so sweet on him."

"He's just kind to me, that's all. Not everyone's that considerate, what with me being…"

"A Londoner?"

"Exactly," I said with a laugh. "Good old London town!" We both started laughing then.

"Now then, you two. You're not paid to have fun, are you?" One of the students said. "Put a little backbone into it."

"Yes, sir. Sorry sir," Jenny said.

"You there, what's your name again?" Another student asked me.

"Martha, sir. Martha Jones."

"Well, tell me then, Jones, with hand like those, how can you tell when something's clean?"

Both of the boys laughed as they walked away and I heard Harper growl in my ear, "Why I otta come down there and teach those boys some manners."

"That's very funny, sir," I said quietly trying to keep my anger at bay.

"Careful now, don't tense about it," Jenny said.

"I'd like to smack my bucket over his head," I said.

"Oh, I wish!" Jenny said with a laugh. "Just think, though. In a few years' time, boys like that will be running the country."

"1913, they might not," I said thinking about what was going to happen next year.


Third Person POV

Mr. Smith exited the library carrying so many books he could hardly see over them. "Oh, good morning, Mr. Smith," he heard from in front of him.

But before he could say anything he dropped one of the books, "Oh, here we go."

"Let me help you," nurse Redfern said.

"No, no, I've got it, no," Mr. Smith said trying to figure out how to the book. "Um… er… just to retrieve… tell you what if you could take these…" He gave nurse Redfern the books he was holding to pick up the fallen book. "Thank you. There we are."

"Good."

"No harm done," then he asked, "So, how was Jenkins?"

"Oh, just a cold, nothing serious. I think he's missing his mother more than anything."

"Ah, can't have that."

"He received a letter this morning, so he's a lot more chipper. I appear to be holding your books," nurse Redfern said suddenly.

It must have dawned on Mr. Smith then that she was indeed holding his books, "yes, so you are, sorry. Sorry, yes, just let me…"

"No, why don't I take half?" Nurse Redfern offered.

"Brilliant idea. Brilliant. Perfect. Division of labor," Mr. Smith said smiling.

"We make quite a team."

"Don't we just?"

"So these books, were they being taken in any particular direction?"

"Yes, um…" Mr. Smith paused for just a second, "this way."


"I always say, Matron, you give the boys a good head of steam, they'll soon wear themselves out," Mr. Smith said as Nurse Redfern and himself were headed to his office.

"Truth be told, when it's just you and me. I'd much rather you call me nurse Redfern. Matron sounds rather, well, matronly."

"Ah! Nurse Redfern it is, then."

"Though we've known each other all of two months, you could even say Joan."

"Joan?" Mr. Smith questioned.

"That's my name."

"Well, obviously."

"And it's John, isn't it?" Joan questioned.

"Yes, it is, yes."

"Have you seen this, John?" They had stopped by the bulletin board in the stairwell to see a flyer. "The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow? It's nothing formal, but rather fun by all accounts. Do you think you'll go?"

"I hadn't thought about it," Mr. Smith said.

"It's been ages since I've been to a dance, only no one's asked me."

"Well, I should imagine that you'd be… I mean…" Mr. Smith was struggling for the right words. "I mean, I never thought you'd be one for… there's no reason why you shouldn't if you do, you may not…" John Smith started to move backwards. "I probably won't but even if I did, then I… I couldn't, um… I wouldn't want to…"

"The stairs," Joan said.

"What about the stairs?"

"They're right behind you," but she was too late. John Smith had fallen down the stairs sending books and papers flying everywhere.


"Stop it," Joan told John. She was trying to see if he had hurt anything when he fell down the stairs. "I get boys causing less fuss than this."

"But it hurts," John complained.

"Is he all right?" Martha asked as she burst into the room.

"Excuse me, Martha. It's hardly good form to enter a master's study without knocking," Joan scolded her.

"Sorry, you're right, yeah," Martha said sarcastically before running and knocking on door. "But is he all right? They said you fell down the stairs, sir."

"It was just a tumble, that's all," Mr. Smith said dismissing her concern.

"Have you checked for concussion?" Martha asked nurse Redfern.

"I have, and I dare say I know a lot more about it than you."

"Sorry, I'll just tidy your things," Martha said and started to do just that.

"I was just telling nurse Redfern, Matron, um… about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales. Um…" Martha was keeping a weary eye on the pair. "I keep imagining that I'm someone else and that I'm hiding."

"Hiding. In what way?" Nurse Redfern asked.

"Erm… They're almost every night and… this is going to sound silly."

"Tell me," Nurse Redfern encouraged.

"I dream, quite often, that… that I have two hearts."

"Well then, I can be the judge of that. Let's find out," Nurse Joan said taking out a stethoscope. She put it to Mr. Smith's chest and listened. Martha held her breath as Nurse Redfern moved the stethoscope to the other side. "I can confirm the diagnosis. Just one heart, singular."

"I have, um, I have written down some of these dreams in the form of fiction. Um… not that it would be of any interest."

"I'd be very interested."

"Yeah? Well…" Mr. Smith got up and went to get his journal. "Never actually shown it to anyone before."

Martha stopped what she was doing getting a little worried.

"'A Journal of Impossible things.'" Nurse Redfern read when Mr. Smith had given her the journal. "Look at these creatures. Such imagination."

"Oh, it's become quite a hobby."

"It's wonderful. You have quite an eye for the pretty girls," Nurse Redfern said seeing a page with two girls drawn on it.

"Oh, no, no, they're just an invention. These characters Rose and Harper, I call them Rose and Harper. Although, Rose seems to disappear later on. Oh, that's the box, the blue box. It's always there," Mr. Smith said pointing to a picture. "Um… like a magic carpet… this fun little box that transports me to faraway places."

"Like a doorway?" Nurse Redfern asked.

"Mmm, I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true."

"If only," nurse Redfern said agreeing.

"It's just a dream."


Martha's POV

I raced after nurse Redfern; I had to get that book back, "Ma'am, that book."

Nurse Redfern stopped and turned to me. "Oh, I'll look after it, don't worry. He did say I could read it."

"But it's silly, that's all. Just stories."

"Who is he, Martha?"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's like he's left the kettle on, like he knows he has something to get back to, but he can't remember what," nurse Redfern said.

I tried to turn the conversation in a different direction, "that's just him."

"You arrived with him, didn't you? He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?"

"I used to work for the family. He just sort of inherited me," I said the lie I had rehearsed so many times.

"Well, I'd be careful. If you don't mind my saying, you sometimes seem a little familiar with him. Best remember your position."

She turned and walked away as I said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, I really don't like her," I heard Harper say.

"Yeah well, you may have another reason to not like her soon. If the way she was looking at the Doctor was anything," I said back quietly.

"Over my dead body," she growled out.

"Jealous much," I said laughing.

"Oh shut it," she said laughing with me.


"Ooh, it's freezing out here," I complained as I brought Jenny's and my drinks back outside to our table. "Why can't we have a drink inside the pub?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You do get these notions. It's all very well those suffragettes, but that's London. That's miles away."

"Don't you want to scream sometimes, having to bow and scrape and behave? Don't you just want to tell them?"

"I don't know. Things must be different in your country," Jenny said. She was so nice, I hated she would be left behind when we left.

"Yeah well, they are. Thank heavens I'm not staying."

"You keep saying that."

"Just you wait. One more month and I'm as free as the wind. Wish you could come with me, Jenny. You'd love it."

"Where you gonna go?"

"Anywhere. Just look up there. Imagine you could go all the way out to the stars."

Jenny laughed and said, "You don't half say mad things."

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

"Hmm," Jenny gave one last laugh but I was distracted by a green light shining in the sky before it disappeared.

"Did you see that?"

"See what?"

"Did you see it, thought? Right up there, just for a second."

"Martha, there's nothing there."

"I'm on it, Martha," Harper said and I could hear her running to the console room. "Give me a second."


I was waiting for Harper to get back to me when I saw Nurse Redfern running towards us. "Matron, are you all right?" I asked.

"Did you see that? There was something in the woods. This light."

"Anything wrong, ladies?" Mr. Smith asked walking over to us. "Far too cold to be standing round in the dark."

"There, there, look, in the sky." She pointed and we all looked up to see the green light move over the woods.

"Oh, that's beautiful," Jenny, said.

"All gone. Commonly known as a meteorite," Mr. Smith said. "Its just rocks falling to the ground, that's all."

"Yes, came down in the woods," nurse Redfern said.

"No, no, they always look close, but actually they're miles off. Nothing left but a cinder. Now, I should escort you back to the school. Ladies?"

"No, were fine, thanks," I said far to distracted to listen to him.

"Then I shall bid you goodnight," then he led nurse Redfern away leaving only Jenny and I.

"Martha, you there," Harper said, sounding rather out of breath. "I can't do much without bring attention to the TARDIS, but… Martha, just be careful. I don't like this."

"Jenny, where was that? On the horizon, where the light was headed," I asked.

"That's by Cooper's field." I took off running that way. "You can't just run off! It's dark, you'll break a leg!"

I heard her follow me and heard Harper scold, "Martha! I said be careful, not run towards the danger. Ugh, go back to the school right now." But I didn't listen to either of them. "Martha! Martha! Blimey is this what the Doctor fells like when I don't listen to him?"


I stopped and looked out onto the field and Jenny stopped next to me. "There you are, nothing there. I told you so."

"And that's Cooper's field?"

"As far as the eye can see, and no falling star. Now, come on, I'm frozen to the bone. Let's go, as your Mr. Smith says, 'nothing to see.'"

I slowly follow Jenny back to the school, worried about what we couldn't see.


I rode my bicycle to a small shed a little ways from the school. When I got there, I looked around making sure no one was around before going in. And there it was, the TARDIS. I took out my key and opened the door. "Hello," I said quietly and then shook my head, "talking to a machine." I walked up to the console…

"Get down! Ah! They're following us," the Doctor said angrily. "They can follow us wherever we go, right across the universe. They're never gonna stop." The Doctor then turned to Martha, "Martha, you trust me don't you?"

"Doctor…" Harper gave a warning tone as Martha said, "Of course I do."

"'Cause it all depends on you. Harper and I won't be able to help you."

I walked around the console thinking about when the Doctor told me his plan…

"Martha, this watch is me," the Doctor said holding up a fob watch and gave it to Martha.

"Right, okay, gotcha. No! Hold on! Completely lost," Martha said as she followed the Doctor.

"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."

"What about Harper?" Martha asked.

The Doctor looked at Harper sadly, "Harper, you're going to have to stay inside the TARDIS. They won't be able to find you if they can't find the TARDIS. She will hide you."

"But, what about you? They can smell you?" Harper asked.

"Right, they can smell me, they haven't seen me, and their life supplies are running out. So we hid; wait for them to die."

"But they can track us down," Martha said.

"That's why I've got to do it," the Doctor said and Harper started to lightly cry. "I have to stop being a Time Lord. I'm gonna become human. Never thought I'd use this." They all three looked up as the Doctor lowered a device. "All the times I've wondered."

"What does it do?" Martha asked.

"Chameleon arch," Harper said quietly and the Doctor added, "Rewrites my biology. It literally changes every single cell in my body. I've set it to human. Now, the TARDIS will take care of everything. Invent a life story for me, find me a setting and integrate. It can't do the same for you, Martha. You'll just have to improvise. I should have just enough residual awareness to let you in. Harper, I'm sorry but I've got to block you out."

The Doctor put a hand on Harper's cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the tears there. "I know, but it doesn't mean I like it."

"But hold on," Martha said. "If you're going to rewrite every cell, isn't it going to hurt?"

Harper let out a sob and the Doctor looked at Martha, "Oh, yeah. It'll hurt."

I pressed buttons on the console and brought up a video the Doctor left me.

"Is this working? Martha, before I change, here's a list of instructions for when I'm human. One, don't let me hurt anyone. We can't have that, but you know what humans are like. Two, don't worry about the TARDIS. I'll put it on emergency power so they can't detect it. Just let it hide away. Plus Harper will take care of it. Four… no, wait a minute, three, no getting involved in big historical events. Four, you, don't let me abandon you. And five…"

"But there was a meteor," I said fast forwarding the video. "A shooting star, what am I supposed to do then?"

"And 23, if anything goes wrong, if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do. Open the watch. Everything I am is kept safe in there. Now, I've put a perception filter on it so the human me won't think anything of it. To him, it's just a watch. But don't open it unless you have to. 'Cause once it's open, then the family will be able to find me. It's all down to you, Martha, your choice. Oh! And thank you."

"I wish you'd come back," I mumbled and then I heard Harper.

"MARTHA!" She came running into the console room with a big smile on her face. "You're back!" She pulled me in for a big hug. She was about to say something else but then held up a finger. She looked out of breath. "Sorry, I really should be in better shape than this. I ran all the way from deep in the TARDIS, do you know how big this ship is? It's freaking huge! Oh, Martha, I missed you. You need to come visit more often. Wait, no! You can't, because if you do then that would cause suspicion and we can't have that. How has working in the school been? And it's Jenny right? Your friend you met? How's the Doctor? Behaving? Oh, tell me everything. I'm just so excited you're here. You will never guess what I found, it's…"

"Harper!" I yelled stopping her from talking. She was very hyper. "Did… you dye you hair rainbow?"

"I really shouldn't be left alone for very long," she said and I laughed at her.

"It's different, but not bad. Did you find out anything on the meteor?" I asked.

"No, I ran a scan over the Cooper's field but nothing came up. So either it really is a meteor or it's the family and they have a way of keeping there ship invisible and blocking scans from seeing them. I'm hoping it's not the latter, but knowing our luck."

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about."


Third Person POV

Mr. Smith walked to answer his door and opened it to see a student, Tim Latimer. "You told me to come and collect that book, sir."

"Good lad, yes, yes," Mr. Smith lead Tim into his study. "The Definitive Account of Mafeking by Aitchinson Price. Where did I put it? And I wanted a little word. Your marks aren't quite good enough."

Tim watched as Mr. Smith looked for the book, "I'm top ten in my class, sir."

"Now, be honest, Timothy. You should be the very top. You're a clever boy. You seem to be hiding it. Where is that book?" Mr. Smith walked behind a walk to look in the bookshelves. "And I know why. Keeping your head low avoids the mockery of your classmates. But no man should hide himself, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir," Tim said a bit distracted by the fob watch on the mantle.

"You're clever," Mr. Smith said still looking for the book.

'Time Lord,' Tim heard from the watch.

"You should be proud of it, use it," Mr. Smith was oblivious to what was going on in his study.

Tim slowly reached out and picked up the fob watch. 'Time Lord, Timothy, hide us. The secret lies within.' Tim opened the watch. 'I'm trapped, I'm caged, inside the cold in the dark, waiting. Reach out, boy. Reach out. Always waiting.'

Quickly Tim shut the watch and put it in his pocket as Mr. Smith came out and saying, "Fascinating details about the siege, really quite remarkable. Are you all right?"

"Yes, sir, fine, sir."

"Right, then. Good, and remember, use that brain of yours," Mr. Smith said holding out the book.

When Tim touched the book he had a vision of Mr. Smith. Only it wasn't Mr. Smith, it was the Time Lord. 'The Power of a Time Lord.'

"You're really not looking yourself, old chap, anything bothering you?"

"No, sir. Thank you, sir."

Tim left Mr. Smith's office quickly and ran to his room. There he opened the watch again. He saw vision of terrible things and heard more whispers, 'you are not alone. Keep me hidden. Burn with the light. Burn and turn!'


After Mr. Smith and nurse Redfern went on their walk, Joan wanted to see John's drawing talent. So they went back to his office and John began to draw Joan.

"Can I see?" Joan asked. John got up and sat down beside her showing a lovely portrait of her. "Oh, goodness. Do I look like that? Are you sure that's not me?" She asked pointing to another picture.

"No, it's certainly this page, you like it?" John asked.

"You've made me far too beautiful."

"Well, that's how I see you."

"Widows aren't supposed to be beautiful. I think the world would rather we stopped. Is that fair? That we stop?"

"That's not fair at all." Then John Smith leaned forward and kissed nurse Redfern. I've never, um…" John tried to say but Joan stopped him by kissing him once more. But then the door was opened. "Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?"

Martha didn't stick around, she quickly left the room, "Wasn't on the list," she said sadly.


Martha's POV

I quickly entered the TARDIS and started the video once more. "Four, you, don't let me abandon you."

I hit the fast forward button. "That's no good. What about the stuff you didn't tell me? What about women? Oh, no, you didn't think of that. What am I supposed to do, then?"

"The Doctor and women? No, he wouldn't think of that," I heard Harper say laughing, but when I turned to her I knew she could tell something was wrong. "Martha, what is it? Are you ok?"

"He… um… he went… he went and fell in love with nurse Redfern."

Harper gasped and then slow she fell to the ground. "Are you sure? Martha, what happened to make you think that?"

"I saw them… kissing." She looked so heart broken I went to her and rapped my arms around her, "Oh, Harper I'm so sorry."

"I… I knew he wouldn't remember me, but" she let out a sob, "But why did he have to fall in love?"


Third Person POV

Tim sat outside on a bench listening to the watch.

'The darkness is coming. Keep me away from the false and empty man. The last of the Time Lords, the last of that wise and ancient race.'

Tim looked up and watched Baines, another student, walk up to an older gentleman and a young girl. Something was wrong he just knew it.


Martha's POV

"There you are," I said when I saw Jenny walked into our shared room. "Come look what I've got. Mr. Pool didn't want his afternoon tea, so cook said I could have it. And there's enough for two." She was still at the door so I asked, "What are you standing there for? Are you all right?"

"I must have a cold coming on," Jenny said after she sniffed weirdly and sat down.

"Problem is, I keep thinking about them, but I don't know what to do."

"Thinking about who?"

"Mr. Smith and Matron," I said. "'Cause it's never gonna last, he's gonna leave in a few weeks."

"Why?"

"It's like his contract comes to an end and she's going to be heartbroken."

"Leave for where?" Jenny asked.

"All sorts of places. Oh, I wish I could tell you, Jenny, but it's complicated."

"In what way?"

"I just can't."

"It sounds so interesting," Jenny said. Why was she acting so weird? "Tell me, tell me now."

"Would you like some tea?" I asked.

"Yes, thanks."

"I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot and some mutton, or sardines and jam. How about that?"

"I like the sound of that." When Jenny said that I knew then, she was one of the Family.

"Right, hold on a tick," I said leaving the room. Once I was far enough away I ran. I had to get to the Doctor. I was running across the grounds when Jenny shot at me, just missing me.


"They've found us!" I said as I busted into Mr. Smith's office.

"This is ridiculous," nurse Redfern said as she and Mr. Smith pulled away from each other.

"Martha, I've warned you," Mr. Smith said.

"They've found us and I've seen them," I said ignoring him. "They look like people, like us, like normal. I'm sorry, but you've got to open the watch." I went over to the fireplace but it wasn't there. "Where is it? Oh my, where's it gone? Where's the watch?"

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Smith asked.

"You had a watch, a fob watch, right there."

"Did I? I don't remember."

"I can't think what concern it is of yours," nurse Redfern said. She was really getting on my nerves.

"But we need it. Oh me, 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?"

"Oh, I see, cultural differences," Mr. Smith said to nurse Redfern. "It must be so confusing for you. Martha, this is what we call a story."

"Oh, he did not just say that," Harper said. I could tell she was still upset, but so was I.

"Oh, you complete… this is not you," I yelled. "This is 1913."

"Good, this is 1913," he said.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I've got to snap you out of this." I reached back and slapped him hard.

"Martha!" Nurse Redfern said in shock.

"Wake up!" I screamed. "You're coming back to the TARDIS with me."

I grabbed his arm but he pulled his arm out of my grasp and grabbed my arm. "How dare… 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!"

I didn't know what to do.


I ran to the TARDIS quickly. I was running out of options. When I got there I saw Harper looking worried and pacing the console room.

"Oh, Martha! What happened? Are you alright? Is he alright?"

"He's fine but they've found us."

"Where's the watch?"

"I don't know," I said before going to the Doctor's coat and fishing out his sonic screwdriver. "I'm going to see if this will help him remember."

"I'm coming with you," Harper said going to the door.

"No, you need to stay here. I promised the Doctor I would take care of you, so stay put."

"But Martha…"

"No, stay." I didn't wait for her to answer as I run from the TARDIS.


"Oh, staff entrance I think, miss," an older man said to me as I walked into the dance hall.

"Yeah, well, think again, mate." I looked around the room and quickly spotted the Doctor at the drink table and nurse Redfern sitting at a table.

"Please don't, not again," nurse Redfern begged as I sat down.

"He's different from any other man you've ever met, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And sometimes he says these strange things, like people and places you've never heard of, yeah? But it's deeper than that. Sometimes when you look in his eyes, you know, you just know that there's something else in there. Something hidden. Right behind the eyes, something hidden away, in the dark."

"I don't know what you mean," but she sounded like she did know.

"Yes, you do. I don't mean to be rude, but the awful thing is it doesn't even matter what you think. But you're nice and you're lucky. And I just wanted to say sorry for what I'm about to do."

"Oh, now, really, Martha," Mr. Smith said coming over to us. "This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave."

I stood up and held up the sonic screwdriver, "do you know what this is? Name it. Go on, name it."

"John, what is that silly thing? John?" Nurse Redfern asked.

He took it from my hand and I said, "You're not John Smith. You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he's real, he's you."

"You will be silent," an old man screamed and I watched as Jenny, Baines, and the old man walked in holding guns. "All of you. I said, silent!"

"Mr. Clark, what's going on?" A man asked but then he was shot and killed.

I quickly turned to the Doctor, "Mr. Smith, everything I told you, just forget it. Don't say anything."

"We asked for silence!" Baines said. "Now then, we have a few questions for Mr. Smith."

"No, better than that," a little girl said coming up to the Family. "The teacher, he's the Doctor. I heard them talking."

"You took human form," Baines said.

"Of course I'm human," Mr. Smith said. "I was born human, as were you, Baines, and Jenny and you, Mr. Clark. What is going on? This is madness!"

"Oh, and a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull."

"But he's no good like this," Jenny said.

"We need a Time Lord," Mr. Clark agreed.

"Easily done," Baines then pointed his gun at Mr. Smith. "Change back."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Change back!"

"I literally do not know…"

Right then Jenny grabbed me from behind I scream, "Get off me!"

"She's your friend, isn't she?" Jenny asked. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

"I don't know what you mean!"

"Wait a minute, the maid told me about Smith and the Matron. That woman, there."

"Then lets have you," Mr. Clark said grabbing nurse Redfern.

"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor, being human?" Baines asked. "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 Matron? Your friend or your lover? Your choice."


So what do you think? I have already started on the next chapter so hopefully I will be able to post it soon. Thank you so much for reading and please leave a review, I love hearing from you guys. Until next time my dear fellow Whovians, Geronimo!