Oh god, can't believe it's been over a year since I started writing this story! I've been dealing with my personal life recently but I'm gonna try and spead up the updates - sorry to those who have been waiting a long while for this chapter :/ Hopefully, it's good enough. Please read and review xoxox
The Family of Blood
"Make your decision, Mr Smith." Jenny said, digging the gun harder into the side of Martha's head.
"Perhaps if that human heart breaks, the Time Lord will emerge." Baines suggested before the four of them froze suddenly, sniffing deeply. "It's them!"
Using this distraction, Martha spun herself around so that she was behind Jenny, before grabbing the gun, pointing it at Jenny's head. "One more move and I shoot." She exclaimed, glaring at them.
Baines laughed. "Oh, the maid is full of fire!"
"And you can shut up!" Martha pointed the gun to the ceiling and fired it before pointing it back at Jenny.
"Careful, son of mine." Clarke said calmly. "This is all for you so that you can live forever."
Baines pointed his gun at Martha. "I'll shoot you down!"
"Try it. We'll die together."
"Would you really pull the trigger?" he smirked at her. "Looks too scared."
"Scared and holding a gun. It's a good combination. You wanna risk it?"
Baines looked from Mr Smith to Freya then back to Martha. He stared at her for a second before lowering his gun and releasing his grip on Freya, who John quickly pulled to his side. Joan, who had been released from Mr Clarke, joined them.
"Doctor, get everyone out. There's a door at the side." Martha ordered but John didn't move, looking between Martha and the group nervously. "Do it, Mr Smith. I mean you! Take Freya and get out!"
"Do what she said. Everyone out now." Joan said, ushering everyone towards the door. "Don't argue, Mr Jackson. They're mad. That's all we need to know. Susan, Miss Cooper, outside. All of you."
John went to help her but Freya stayed where she was. Martha rolled her eyes at her. "You do realise that you're just as stubborn human as you are time lord. Go with them."
"What about you?" Freya asked nervously as John realised that his sister wasn't next to him and turned around to get her.
"Mr Smith, I think you should take your sister and lady friend to safetly, don't you?" Martha said, no humour in her tone anymore, not taking her eyes off Baine. John opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, he steered Freya towards the door, ignoring her protests.
"We can't just leave her there!" Freya said, as they came upto the gate where Joan was stood. "We need to go back in and help her."
"I'm sure Martha is a big girl and can take care of herself." Joan said.
"Can you, for once, keep your opinions to yourself?!" Freya snapped. Joan looked over to John, hoping he would take her side, but he was staring at the door looking just as nervous as Freya.
He glanced away from the door to see a few people still hovering around. "Mr Hicks, go to the village. Get everyone out." He told someone before turning to Tim. "Latimer, get back to the school. Tell the headmaster - "
"Don't touch me!" Tim backed away from him as if he was a monster. "You're as bad as them!" He glanced at Freya before turning and running off towards the school.
Suddenly, Martha ran out and frowned at them. "Don't just stand there, move! God, you're rubbish as humans! Come on!"
...
The four of them arrived at the school breathless. John closed the heavy wooden main door behind them and, once inside the school's front hall, began ringing a loud bell.
"John, what're you doing?" Freya asked, confused.
"Maybe one man can't fight them, but this school teaches us to stand together." John said, before calling out. "Take arms! Take arms!"
"You can't do that!" Martha snapped.
"You want me to fight, don't you? Take arms!"
The boys began rushing down the stairs. "I say sir, what's the matter?" Hutchinson exclaimed.
"Enemy at the door, Hutchinson. Enemy at the door. Take arms!"
The boys instantly began loading machine guns and other weapons, all looking scared.
"You can't do this, Doctor." Martha insisted but he ignored her. "Mr Smith!"
"Maintain position over the stable yard." John ordered.
"They're just boys! You can't ask them to fight!" Martha glared after him as he walked around while the other two stood watching.
"John, maybe you shouldn't - " Freya cut herself off, seeming to struggle with her words.
John ignored them. "Faster now! That's it."
"They don't stand a chance."
John spun around at this, looking indignant. "They're cadets, Miss Jones. They are trained to defend King and all of his properties."
"What in thunder's name is this?!" Everyone turned to see the Headmaster walk into the room. "Before I devise an excellent and endless series of punishments for each and every one of you, could someone explain very simply and immediately exactly what is going on?"
"Headmaster, I have to report the school is under attack." John explained.
The Headmaster raised an eyebrow. "Really? Is that so? Perhaps you and I should have a word in private."
John didn't move. "I promise you, sir. I was in the village with Matron and Freya. It's Baines, sir. Jeremy Baines and Mr Clarke from Oakland farm. They've gone mad, sir. They've got guns. They've already murdered people in the village. I saw it happen."
The Headmaster had paled. He turned to look at Joan and Freya. "Is this true?"
"I'm afraid it's true, sir." Joan said quietly while Freya just nodded, unable to speak.
"Murder on our own soil?"
"I saw it, yes."
The Headmaster nodded slowly. "Perhaps you did well then, Mr Smith. What makes you think the danger's coming here?"
John cringed. "Well, sir, they said...um..."
"Baines threatened Mr and Miss Smith, sir." Joan told him when John seemed to struggle. "Um, said he'd follow them. We don't know why."
"Very well." He turned to speak to the boys. "You boys, remain on guard. Mr Snell, telephone the police. Mr Phillips, with me. We shall investigate."
Martha stood in front of the Headmaster, trying to stop him. "No, it's not safe out there."
The Headmaster gave Martha a look of disgust. "Mr Smith, it seems your favourite servant is giving me advice. You will control her, sir." He said before leaving.
Martha sighed. "I've gotta find that watch." She said before walking out of the room, Joan and Freya following as they ran down the hall.
...
"I know it sounds mad," Martha said as she looked through John's stuff, "but when the Doctor and Freya became human, they took the alien part of themselves and stored it inside the watch. It's not really a watch, it just looks like a watch."
"And alien means...not from abroad, I take it." Joan muttered.
Martha looked up at Joan and Freya. "They were born on another world."
"A different species." Joan stated while Freya, who hadn't said a word, looked like she didn't know what to do with herself.
Martha nodded. "Yeah."
"Then tell me, in this fairy tale...who are you?"
"Just a friend. I'm not...I mean you haven't got a rival, as much as I might... Just a friend."
"Are you human?" Freya asked and Martha smiled at her.
"Human, don't worry, and more than that, we just don't follow him around. We training to be doctors - not an alien doctors - proper doctors, doctors of medicine."
Joan scoffed. "Well, that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your colour."
"Watch your mouth!" Freya said sharply, surprising even herself.
Martha glanced at Freya before turning back to Joan. "Bones of the hand," she said, holding up her hand and pointing to each as she spoke. "Carpal bones, proximal row; scaphoid, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform. Distal row; trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metecarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges; proximal, middle, distal."
"You read that in a book." Joan said stubbornly.
Martha let out a laugh. "Yes, to pass my exams. Can't you see this is true?"
"I must go." Joan said, heading for the door.
"Joan, if we find the watch we can stop them." Freya called after her.
"Those boys are going to fight. I might not be a doctor, but I'm still their nurse. They need me." And then she left, leaving Martha and Freya to search for the watch alone.
"Why do you believe me?" Martha asked.
Freya bit her lip. "I think a part of it is more wishfull thinking than anything else. An idea that I could get a better life than I would if I stay where I am." She said and Martha studied her.
"You do know that John isn't really your brother."
"He is my brother," Freya protested, glaring at Martha for the first time. "He might not be Freya Noble's but he's sure as hell is mine."
Martha just nodded.
...
"What do I do?" Tim whispered to the watch from his hiding place. "What do I do? What do I do?"
"Beware..." The Doctor said.
"Beware of what?"
"Her." Tim frowned but when he looked up he saw what the Doctor meant. The little girl from the hall, the one with the red balloon, was standing at the end of the hall watching him.
"Keep away," he warned her as he stood up.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I saw you at the dance. You were with that family. You're one of them."
The girls eyes darted down to the watch which Tim quickly stuffed into his pocket. "What are you hiding?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Nothing."
"What have you got there?"
"Nothing."
"Show me, little boy."
Tim's annoyance flared. "I reckon whatever you are, you're still in the shape of a girl." Tim resisted the urge to smirk as an idea came to him. "How strong is she, do you think? Does she really want to see this?" he asked, quickly opening the watch in her direction, before closing it again.
The girls eyes were wide as she ran off.
...
Freya, Martha and Joan watched from the window as the boys and their guns were waiting by the main doors.
"Stand to!" The Headmaster said as the scarecrows pounded on the door. "At post!" Everyone aimed their guns, including John. "Steady! Find the biting point."
The wood bar across the gate cracked apart and the scarecrows enter.
"Fire!" The Headmaster yelled.
The boys began shooting but John didn't. He watched as some of the scarecrows fell but others kept on coming. He looked around at the boys only to see how terrified they were, some looking ready to burst into tears. In the school, Freya kept jumping at the sound of the guns, watching her brother anxiously.
"Cease fire!" The Headmaster said after what felt like forever. He walked over to the bodies and stared at them. "They're straw. Like he said. Straw!"
"Then no one's dead, sir?" Hutchinson asked John. "We killed no one?"
Everyone stiffened when footsteps were heard and the Headmaster ran back behind the boys. "Stand to!" He ordered.
The three women at the window watched as the little girl with the red balloon walked into view. Martha and Freya ran from the window and out into the courtyard.
"You child, come out of the way." The Headmaster called softly. "Come into the school. You don't know who's out there. It's the Cartwright girl, isn't it? Come here. Come to me." He made his way over to her.
"Mr Rocastle, please. Don't go near her." Martha pleaded.
The Headmaster scowled. "You were told to be quiet."
"Listen to me, she's part of it! Freya, tell him!"
Freya didn't take her eyes off the girl as she spoke. "Headmaster, maybe you should step back."
Martha looked at John, who she noticed looked wary. "Mr Smith!"
"She was - she was with...with Baines in the village." John stuttered.
The Headmaster sighed impatiently. "Mr Smith, I've seen many strange sights this night but there's no cause in God's earth that would allow me to see this child in the field of battle, sir." He turned his attention back to the girl. "Come with me."
He held out his hand for her to take but she just stared at him. "You're funny." She said.
"That's right. Now take my hand."
"So funny." She reached into her coat, pulling out a gun and shooting the man, making everyone gasp. "Now who's gonna shoot me?" she looked at the boys. "Any of you, really?!"
"Put your guns down." John told the boys.
"But sir, the Headmaster - " Hutchinson tried to say but John interupted.
"I'll not see this happen." He said firmly. "Not anymore. You will retreat...in an orderly fashion back through the school. Hutchinson, lead the way."
"But sir - "
"I said lead the way!"
"Go on, then, run!" Baines yelled, appearing next to the girl. He fired his gun in the air and the screaming and panic began.
"Come on!" Freya yelled, urging the boys to move faster into the school.
Baines turned to a new group of scarecrows and said, "Reanimate!"
The scarecrows ran towards the remaining boys, who pushed their way through the door as fast as they could.
John instantly lead the boys out via the passage through the stables. "Let's go, quick as you can!" He looked at Freya, Martha and Joan. "And you, ladies!"
"Not until we get the boys out." Joan said sternly.
...
"Now I really must insist." John said in exasperation when he saw that Martha, Freya and Joan hadn't left. "The three of you, go. If there are any more boys inside, I'll find them." He opened the door of a passage to come face to face with a bunch of scarecrows. He quickly slammed the door shut and locked it. "I think...retreat."
He grabbed Freya's hand before running out of the building, Martha and Joan not far behind. They ran until they were in the woods, besides the school, and bent down so they wouldn't be seen.
"Doctor! Freya!" Mr Clarke said in a sing song voice, making the group stop and look. Martha's heart dropped when she saw the family standing in front of the TARDIS, scarecrows gathered around.
"Come back." Mr Clarke carried on. "Come home. Come and claim your prize."
"Out you come." Baines called, smirking. "Come to the family!"
"Time to end it now!" Jenny snapped.
"You recognise it, don't you?" Martha whispered to John and Freya.
"Come out, Doctor! Come out, Freya! Come to us!"
"I've never seen it in my life." John said firmly, but his eyes said differently. Freya sqeezed his hand to trying to comfort him but it didn't help much.
"Do you remember it's name?" Martha pushed.
"I'm sorry, John, but you wrote about it." Joan said softly, her voice full of sorrow. "The blue box. You dreamt of a blue box."
"I'm not - " John croaked, his once composed expression disappearing to show how upset he was. "I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be. John Smith, with his life...and his sister...and his job..." he looked at Joan. "And his love... Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man?"
Freya opened her mouth but Joan quickly interupted. "Yes. Yes, he is."
"Why can't I stay?" John cried.
Martha sighed. "But we need the Doctor."
John glared at her. "So, what am I then? Nothing? What about Freya? Are we just a story?"
He stood up, pulling Freya with him, before storming off. Joan followed without another thought while Martha hesitated for a second. They were silent as they walked and it wasn't until they stopped to catch their breath that Joan spoke.
"This way." She said, nodding towards a side road. "I think I know somewhere we can hide."
"We have to keep going." Freya protested and Joan glared at her.
"Just listen for once, you sily girl! Follow me." She walked down the side road. John let Freya's hand slip from his as he followed, leaving his sister staring at them hurt.
...
"Here we are," Joan said, breathing heavily as they arrived at a dark house. "It should be empty. Oh, it's been a long time since I've run that far."
"But who lives here?" Freya asked.
"If I'm right, no one." Joan replied before leading them inside. "Hello?" she called out once they were in the kitchen but all was silent. "No one home. We should be safe here."
"Whose house is it, though?" Martha asked.
"Um, the Cartwrights. That little girl at the school - she's Lucy Cartwright, or she's taken Lucy Cartwrights form. If she came home in the afternoon and if the parents tried to stop their little girl, then they have vanished." Joan placed her hand on the teapot on the table. "Stone cold. How easily I accept these ideas."
John sat down on one of the chairs, looking like he was carrying the weight of the world. "I must go to them before anyone else dies." He told them.
"No, John." Freya said firmly, sitting down next to him and holding onto his hand.
"Martha, there must be something we can do." Joan said, turning to look at her.
Martha shook her head. "Not without the watch."
"You're this Doctor's companion!" John snapped. "Can you help? What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you and Freya?"
"Because he's lonely." Martha said weakly.
"And that's what you want me to become." John said but before anything else could be said there was a knock at the door. They all froze.
"What if it's them?" Joan whispered.
Freya rolled her eyes. "Scarecrows can't exactly knock, can they?"
"I'll go and see who it is." Martha said, walking to the door before anyone could protest. Freya stood up to go with her but John's grip on her tightened, holding her in place.
After a few seconds Martha walked back into the kitchen with Tim following, holding the watch. Martha took the watch from him and stood in front of the Smiths, holding out the watch for one of them to take.
"Hold it." She told them when neither took it.
"I won't." John said firmly while Freya just stared at it, thinking.
"Please, just hold it."
"It told me to find you." Tim said. "It wants to be held."
"You've had this watch all this time?" Joan frowned at him. "Why didn't you return it?"
"Because it was waiting. And because Freya Noble was starting to get annoyed with Mr Smith," Tim paused. "And because I was scared of the Doctor."
"Why?" Joan asked.
"Because...I've seen him. He's...like fire and ice and rage." Tim said, looking straight at John as he walked forwards. "He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun."
"Stop it." John said firmly, but everyone could hear the pleading in his tone.
"He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe."
"Stop! I said stop it!"
Tim smiled. "And...he's wonderfull."
John looked away, down at Freya who had not moved an inch since the watch had been brought in. "Freya?" he whispered but instead of replying she moved towards Martha.
"If I open this watch...everything will be alright?" Freya asked. Martha nodded, smiling as Freya slowly took the watch from her.
"Freya, don't." John pleaded, looking like he was about to cry.
"You don't understand, John. This could be great for me." Freya said, finally looking up from the watch. "You want this life but I don't. I'm so bored, I don't want to be a librarian all my life... I'm sorry." She opened the watch and was surrounded by bright, gold light before the watch snapped shut again.
Everyone stared at her; she was stood with her eyes closed, barely breathing. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at Martha smiling. "Good to see ya." She said and Martha smiled back.
"Welcome back!" She said before pulling her into a tight hug.
"Where's Freya." They heard John say as they broke apart and they both turned to look at him. He was glaring at them accusingly. "Where is she? Is...is she dead? Did she die when she opened the watch?"
Freya took a step closer to John who looked like he wanted to back away. "She's still here. Still me."
John shook his head firmly. "No, you're not my sister."
"Not biologically no, but if you're being technical that means she wasn't your sister either. You didn't share the same blood, your 'parents' didn't even exist." Freya sighed. "The Doctor is as good as my brother...or dad, or uncle, you know let's just stick with family because we haven't quite worked out all of that yet."
John was frowning. "Well, you ramble like her. I'll give you that." Freya smiled.
"It's still me. I don't think I'd changed that much by becoming human," she said but glanced at Martha unsure.
Martha nodded with a small smile.
John watched Freya carefully, reaching up to touch the side of her face before pulling back like burnt.
"I've still got this," Joan said, breaking up their little moment. "The journal." She held it up for them to see.
"Those are just stories." John muttered.
Freya scoffed. "Are you kidding? You can't seriously believe that after everything."
"Perhaps there's something in there." Joan suggested. They all gasped when they heard an expolsion outside.
"What the hell?!" Martha exclaimed as they rushed to the window to see what could pass for meteorites falling to the ground.
Joan looked like she was going to be sick. "They're destroying the village."
"Watch." John said softly, picking it up
"John, don't." Joan pleaded.
Come closer
"Can you hear it?" Tim asked, staring at John curiously.
Closer...closer...
John was looking down at the watch. "I think he's asleep. Waiting to awaken." He muttered.
"Why did they speak to me?"
"Oh, low level telepathic field. You were born with it. Just an extra synaptic engram causing - " John stopped and inhaled deeply, looking up at everyone nervously. "Is that how he talks?"
"That's him!" Martha said excitedly. "All you have to do is open it and he's back."
John glared at her. "You knew this all along and yet you watched while Nurse Redfern and I - "
Martha took a step forward. "I didn't know how to stop you! He gave me a list of things to watch out for but that wasn't included."
"Falling in love? That didn't even occur to him?"
"He was in love," Freya explained softly. "But then he lost her and...he didn't expect anyone could match up to her. He didn't think he would love anyone more."
John shook his head before looking at her with tears in his eyes. "And now you expect me to die?" he asked her. Freya felt a pain in her chest when she saw his hurt expression and found that she couldn't speak.
"It was always going to end, though!" Martha protested. "The Doctor said the Family's got a limited lifespan. That's why they need to consume a Time Lord. Otherwise, three months and they die. Like mayflies, he said."
"So your job was to execute us."
"People are dying out there! They need him and I need him. 'Cause you've got no idea of what he's like. I've only just met him. It wasn't even that long ago, but he is everything...he's just everything to me and he doesn't even look at me, all he sees is Freya, but I don't care...'cause I love him to bits." Martha froze, turning to look at Freya. "Please tell me that you don't remember anything of the last couple of months."
Freya bit her lip. "Sorry," she said and Martha cringed.
The house suddenly shook with the explosions. "It's getting closer." Tim said.
"I should have thought of it before - I can give them this." John said, holding up the watch. "Just the watch. Then they can leave and I can stay as I am!"
"You can't do that!" Freya snapped.
"If they want the Doctor, they can have him!"
"He'll never let you do it."
"If they get what they want, then...then..."
"Then it all ends in destruction." Joan said, looking up from the journal. "I never read to the end but those creatures would live forever to breed and conquer. Wars across the stars...for every child." Joan stood up, keeping her eyes on John as she spoke to the other three. "Would you leave us alone, please?"
Martha and Tim instantly walked towards the door while Freya stayed where she was until Martha gently tugged on her arm, leading her towards the door. The three of them sat down on the bench outside the cottage.
"Do you think he's gonna open the watch?" Martha asked Freya who just shrugged, her eyes on the closed doors. She barely felt when Martha grabbed her hand.
After a while, the door opened and both girls jumped to their feet.
...
"You ready?" the Doctor asked Freya, taking her hand gently as she nodded, before walking into the space ship.
"We'll blast them into dust, fuse the dust into glass, then shatter them all over again!" Baines said gleefully.
The family must have heard their footsteps because they turned to look at them as they walked in.
"Just - " Freya started, putting on her best scared tone as the Doctor 'tripped' and leaned against the side of the ship, discretely pushing a few of the buttons. She helped him up. "Just stop the bombardment. That's all we're asking. We'll do anything you want, just stop."
"Say please." Baines smirked.
"Please." The Doctor and Freya said together.
After a slight pause Jenny turned a switch before inhaling deeply. "Wait a minute... Still human."
"Now I can't-I can't pretend to understand, not for a second, but I want you to know that we're innocent in all of this," the Doctor said. "They made us John and Freya Smith. It's not like we had any control over it." He stumbled, knocking into even more buttons.
Jenny rolled her eyes as Freya helped him up. "He didn't just make himself human, he made himself an idiot."
Baines didn't take his eyes off them. "Same thing, isn't it?"
"Look," Freya started, "we don't care about the Doctor, or Freya Noble, or your family. We just want you to leave." She held out the watch. "You can have them."
"At last." Baines took the watch. As he gazed at it, he reached over with his other hand and grabbed the Doctor by the lapels. "Don't think that saved your life." He pushed him away, effectively knocking Freya over aswell. Baines walked back over to his family. "Family of Mine, now we shall have the lives of Time Lords." He opened the watch and all of them breathed in...only to look disappointed. "It's empty!" They turned to the Doctor and Freya.
"Well, where've they gone?" the Doctor asked, looking puzzled.
"You tell me." Baines chucked the watch back at them and the Doctor caught it swiftly, the act completely gone.
"Oh, I think the explanation might be you've been fooled by a simple olfactory misdirection-little bit like ventriloquism of the nose." The Doctor said, while Freya stood up, watching him with a smile. "It's an elementary trick in certain parts of the galaxy. But it has got to be said - " he put on his glasses, looking around the ship. "I don't like the looks of that hydroconometre. It seems to be indicating you've got energy feedback all the way through the retrostabilisers feeding back into the primary heat converter - ah. 'Cause if there's one thing you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have let us press all those buttons."
"We will give you one word of advice, though." Freya said as the Doctor slid his hand into hers. "Run!"
The two of them turned and ran back out of the ship as fast as they could. "Get out! Get out!" Baines yelled from behind them as they ran across the field. They got thrown to the ground as the ship exploded, the Doctor covering Freya just in case, before looking behind them to see the Family lying on the ground side by side.
The Doctor helped Freya to her feet before making his way over to them.
...
"Are you okay?" Freya asked the Docotor the next morning as he met them on the hill. He ignored her question.
"All right." He said happily. "Molte bene!"
"Are you alright?" Freya asked again, more firmly this time.
"Time we moved on."
"I should go and have a word with her." Freya went to walk down the hill but the Doctor caught her swiftly around the waste. Freya cringed as she looked up, expecting him to be angry, but his expression was soft.
"Time we moved on." He said, swinging her slowly around so that she was standing where she had been only moments before.
Martha, who had been silent ever since the Doctor had come back, finally spoke up. "I meant to say back there, last night - - I would have said anything to get you to change."
The Doctor nodded hastily, looking awkward. "Oh yeah, of course you would. Yeah."
"I mean, I wasn't really - "
"Oh, no, no."
Martha looked as though she would rather be anywhere but there at that very moment. "Good."
"Fine."
"So, here we are then."
"There we are, yes."
Freya looked between the two of them and rolled her eyes.
"And I never said thanks, for lookin' after us." The Doctor smiled, wrapping his arms around Martha.
"I did!" Freya said, her tone so smug that both Martha and the Doctor burst out laughing. They only stopped when they heard their names being called, and turned to see Tim walking over to them.
"Tim-Timothy-Timber!" The Doctor said happily as he came to a stop in front of them.
"I just wanted to say goodbye. And thank you, because I've seen the future and I now know what must be done. It's coming, isn't it? The biggest war ever."
"You don't have to fight. You could come with us." Freya said softly before remembering the Doctor standing next to her. She looked up at him, pouting slightly. "He can, can't he?"
The Doctor nodded. "Of course." He said, before mutting something that sounded like, 'always the pretty boys.'
"No, I can't." Tim said simply. "I have to fight."
"But you could get hurt." Martha pointed out.
"Well, so could you two, travelling around with him, but it's not going to stop you."
Martha and Freya didn't say anything else on the matter, though Freya looked pretty disappointed.
"Tim, I'd be honoured if you'd take this." The Doctor said, holding out the watch.
Tim took the watch in his hand and opened it, waiting expectedly. "I can't hear anything."
"No, it's just a watch now. But keep it with you. For good luck."
"Look after yourself." Martha said, kissing his cheek before walking into the TARDIS without another word.
Freya stepped forwards, smiling almost shyly at Tim, before leaning forwards and kissing him chastely. Tim blushed, staring at her as if he had never seen her before while she smiled wider. "It was nice knowing you, Tim." She said, before following Martha into the TARDIS.
The Doctor stared after her, confused by the anger that came over him which he quickly pushed down. He forced a smile on his face when he looked at Tim.
"You'll like this bit," he promised before walking into his ship. Tim watched as the TARDIS disappeared, leaving him alone on the hill, and smile to himself.
So, do you think something romantic could happen between the Doctor and Freya? Or will they just stay friends? Why do you think the Doctor is feeling angry because of the kiss? Review and let me know :D