"Kill them. Go on! Shoot them!" I mocked with a grin, waving my hands. "Kill them all! They mean nothing to me!"

Just then, I felt something change in the room, just as the group of aliens did.

"It's him."

"Alright!" Martha shouted, having switched roles with her attacker, now pointing the gun at Baines. "One more move and I shoot!"

"Oh, the maid is full of fire." He mocked.

"And you can shut up!" She pointed the gun up at the ceiling and fired, pointing it back at him as Mr. Clarke cautioned Baines.

"Careful, son of mine. This is all for you so that you can live forever."

"Shoot you down?" Baines questioned, raising his own gun.

"Try it. We'll die together."

"Would you really pull the trigger?… Looks too scared."

"Scared and holding a gun's a good combination. Do you want to risk it?"

Baines looked over at me as I yawned. "I wouldn't and even if she doesn't…" I smirked devilishly at him. "I'll be glad to."

They all lowered their guns as the Matron returned to Mr. Smith's side and Martha spoke.

"Doc—Mr. Smith, get everyone out. There's a door at the side." She nodded towards it. "It's over there. Go on! Do it, Mr. Smith. I mean you."

The Matron took control then. "Do what she said. Everybody out, now! Don't argue, Mr. Jackson. They're mad. That's all we need to know. Susan, Miss Cooper, outside! All of you!"

She managed to get everyone out with Mr. Smith's help and as he was getting the last person out, Martha caught him as he hesitated.

"And you. Go on. Just shift."

"And what about you two?"

"Mr. Smith, I think you should escort the Matron to safety, don't you?" I smirked. "Things are gonna get messy."

Once he was gone, Martha shoved Jenny with them as Mr. Clarke raised his gun.

"Don't try anything! I'm warning you, or funny boy gets it."

"She's almost brave, this one." Baines said, the group stepping forward.

"I should've taken her form. Much more fun. So much spirit." Jenny quipped as Martha ran into me, I myself covering her hands on the gun as I spoke quietly.

"Give me the gun and go."

"I can't do that!" She harshly whispered back. "They think you're the Doctor! They're going to kill you!"

"Martha, something you don't know about me. I've lived far longer than you think. Long before I was caught. I've served in so many wars, you'd die just thinking about them and that only continued after I was caught. So trust me when I say I can handle this."

"The Doctor wouldn't want this."

"And I'm not him."

She refused to let go of the gun though, and the way she held it made it impossible for me to attempt to pull the trigger if anything were to happen and the way things were going, something was going to happen.

"What happened to Jenny? Is she gone?" Martha questioned.

"She is consumed. Her body's mine."

"You mean she's dead."

"Yes. And she went with precious little dignity. All that—ah!—screaming." Jenny mocked just before we were both grabbed by a scarecrow.

"Get the gun!" Baines shouted, giving Martha and I a chance to escape and rush out of the building.

"If you'd just let me have it, I could've ended it right there!" I scolded her as we ran outside, where Mr. Smith was still standing with the Matron.

"The Doctor wouldn't have wanted that! He hates violence!" She shouted at me before rushing past Mr. Smith. "Don't just stand there, move! God, you're rubbish as a human! Come on!"

Mr. Smith grabbed the Matron and we all ran back to the school, myself struggling to catch my breath after only a few moments of running.

"Are you alright?!" The Matron called out, pulling Mr. Smith to a halt as I put a hand to my throat, gasping for air.

"Go… Don't worry about me… Go!"

"I can't just leave you!"

"Che." I clicked my tongue, glaring at her. "Ignorant woman… I just tried to sell you out… to a bunch of aliens with a gun to your head… Leave me."

She frowned. "We can talk about that later. John! Can you help?"

Mr. Smith came over, hesitating in helping me before the Matron sent him a look and he pulled my arm over his shoulder, helping me back to the academy. Once inside, he pulled the gate closed and rushed inside, ringing the bell loudly.

"What are you doing?!" Martha called out as I clasped my hands over my ears, the noise ringing far too loudly for my liking.

"Maybe one man can't fight them, but this school teaches us to stand together. Take arms! Take arms!" He shouted as the students came down.

"Oh yeah!" I shouted over the noise at Martha. "The Doctor would never use violence! He just has little brats do it for him!"

"You can't do that!" She shouted up at him as he yelled back.

"You want me to fight, don't you? Take arms! Take arms!"

One of the older boys came down the stairs confused. "I say, sir. What's the matter?"

"Enemy at the door, Hutchinson. Enemy at the door. Take arms!"

The boys began passing around rifles and Martha continued to badger Mr. Smith as the Matron made her way over to me with her medical bag.

I frowned at her from my place on the floor in a corner nearby, out of the way but still trying to catch my breath. "Leave me alone."

She frowned. "Not until I'm sure you're alright."

I groaned loudly. "Ugh! You stupid humans are never satisfied!"

"Why do you keep doing that?" She questioned, pulling out her stethoscope to check my heart rate. "You keep calling us humans, but aren't you one yourself? Those things, they said you were… Heart rate's a bit fast."

"Yours would be too, if you were just running from a group of aliens who want to kill you." I grumbled back as she checked my breathing.

"Your breathing is a little raspy too. Do you have asthma?"

"You're the doctor, you tell me." I muttered, not really knowing the answer to that.

She sighed. "And you never answered my question. Why do you hate us so much when you are a human?"

"Because humans have done many things that I do not appreciate and they have never once given me a reason to care for their lives."

"Even Mr. Smith?" She questioned, making me go silent just as someone else made the room go silent.

"What in thunder's name is this?! 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?"

It was the Headmaster and, luckily, Mr. Smith was more than willing to explain the current situation.

"Headmaster, I have to report the school is under attack."

"Really? Is that so? Perhaps you and I should have a word in private."

"N-No, I promise you, sir. I was in the village with Matron. It's Baines, sir. Jeremy Baines and Mister Clark from Oakham Farm. They've gone mad, sir. They've got guns. They've already murdered people in the village. I saw it happen."

He turned towards the Matron and I. "Matron, is that so?"

"I'm afraid it's true, sir."

"Murder on our own soil?"

"I saw it. Yes." She nodded.

"Perhaps you did well then, Mr. Smith. What makes you think the danger's coming here?"

"Well, sir, t-they said—"

"Baines threatened Riley, sir. Said he'd follow him. We don't know why." The Matron supplied, causing the Headmaster to glance at me on the ground before back at Mr. Smith.

"Very well. You boys, remain on guard. Mr. Snell, telephone for the police. Mr. Philips, with me. We shall investigate."

"No! But it's not safe out there." Martha said, trying to stop him, but it was no use.

"Mr. Smith, it seems your favorite servant is giving me advice. You will control her, sir."

I sighed, forcing myself to stand up and earning a disapproving look from the Matron, as she did the same. We both caught sight of Martha running out though, and quickly chased after her; I myself taking some of the pills from the Tardis again as the Matron's back was turned.

"Are we looking for the watches again?!" I shouted after her. "That's all I really came for!"

"Shut up, Riley!" She scolded. "I-I'm fed up with you and your stupid watch! The Doctor is in trouble!"

"Oh, did you tell him already?! Spoil the fun?!"

I called back, making her stop and prod me in the chest with her finger.

"Don't you dare call this fun."

I snarled at her as well. "Yeah? Well sorry for keeping him safe. That's what you wanted, right? Greedy pest."

"You—Yeah, so what?! I told him! Doesn't matter though, does it? They're still chasing after you."

We both silently glared at one another before the Matron poked her head in. "Um, hello. Still here. What'd you mean you told Mr. Smith?"

I turned away as Martha explained. "He's the Doctor. Not Riley. Riley was just—"

"Protecting him."

I could feel her eyes on my back, but kept my ears out for the quiet whispers of my watch. "I thought we were in a hurry."

"Right. Yeah. Come on." Martha said, hurrying down the hall once more, though the Matron came up beside me.

"But you hate humans, right?"

I stayed silent, frustration building up once more.

"So why protect John?"

I finally gave in. "Because he saved me. He was the only person to save me and I owe him for that."

We rushed into Mr. Smith's study and began digging through things once more, though I was doing it half-heartedly, already having done this once today in search of my own watch.

"I know it sounds mad, but when the Doctor became human, he took the alien part of himself and he stored it inside the watch. It's not really a watch, it just looks like a watch." Martha explained after the Matron asked what we were looking for.

"And alien means… not from abroad, I take it." She then turned to me. "And what about your watch? Is it the same as his? Are you… some sort of alien too?"

"No. It's been tested." I said with a slight downward twitch of my lips. "I'm completely human, but whatever's in my watch… It can't be anything good."

"But the Doctor, Mr. Smith, he—"

"The man you call John Smith, he was born on another world."

"A different species."

"Yeah."

"Then tell me. In this fairy tale, Riley already told me his story, but… who are you?"

Martha looked down, returning to the searching that she'd momentarily stopped. "Just a friend. I'm not… I mean, you haven't got a rival, as much as I might—Just his friend."

"And human, I take it?"

"Human." She and I confirmed, though I spat it out, earning a frown from her as she continued. "Don't worry. And more than that, I just don't follow him around. I'm training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine."

"Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your color." The Matron said.

"Ohh, you did it now." I muttered under my breath, leaning back against the wall to watch the show.

"Oh, do you think?" She held up her hand, pointing as she spoke. "Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal."

The Matron began to look a little flustered now. "You read that in a book."

"Yes!" Martha laughed. "To pass my exams! Can't you see? This is true."

The Matron scoffed out her nose, grabbing her book. "I must go."

"No! If we find that watch, we can stop them." Martha said, trying to compromise, but the Matron was a stubborn woman.

"Those boys are going to fight. I might not be a doctor, but I'm still their nurse. They need me." She rushed out then and I sighed, clapping my hands.

"Well then! Now that that's over with, what say we go out into the courtyard and check with some of the boys, eh?"

Martha sent me a look. "What? Why would we—"

"Because the only people who have access to this office is the Doctor, the Matron, us, and the students. They're the only ones left, so one of them must have it. That, and they'll need my help." I smirked at her with a wink. "Can't let the boys fight now, eh?"

(will refer to Riley as 'she' here)

Latimer had escaped the courtyard, abandoning his fellow students to sit on the floor beside the stairs, looking down at the couple of watches in his hands and questioning them.

"What do I do?… What do I do? What do I do?"

"Beware!"

"Hide us!"

The watches cried out to him.

"Beware of what?"

"Her!" They both said, making him look up and hide the watches behind his back as he stood, seeing the little girl from before further down the hall.

"Keep away."

"Who are you?" She asked, though Latimer stayed cautious.

"I saw you at the dance. You were with that family. You're one of them."

"What are you hiding?" She asked.

"Nothing."

"What have you got there?"

"Nothing." He repeated.

"Show me, little boy."

"I reckon whatever you are, you're still in the shape of a girl. How strong is she, do you think?" He questioned, his mind racing. "Does she really want to see this?"

He held up the watches, opening them both and shining them in her eyes, making her run at the vision of the Doctor and another, fires burning behind them. Elsewhere, Baines had gotten word of this and Riley had perked up, eyes scanning the windows of the school with a loaded rifle at the ready. That feeling again. Whoever it is opened the watches. That means—

"Prepare for attack!" She called out, drawing eyes of the people around her, who became more frantic.

Sure enough, not moments later the doors began to rattle and she aimed her rifle at the door with a finger on the trigger. The moment the scarecrows came through, guns went off, hers and the young boys around them, but not once did Mr. Smith fire a shot. Once the scarecrows were all down, the Headmaster checked them.

"They're straw. Like he said, straw."

"Then no one's dead, sir? We killed no one?"

"Your right there." She said, standing up as she heard footsteps approach, a little girl steeping forward.

"You child, come out of the way. Come into the school."

Riley wasn't pleased though and lifted her rifle at the girl, shocking him.

"What are you doing?! Don't aim that at a child! Mr. Smith, control your footman!"

"Only an idiot would say that, after not knowing what's hiding within her." She growled, gun still aimed as the man tried to take it from her, only to find him unable to budge the gun from her grip even an inch.

"Drop your weapon, Riley! I will not have it!"

Martha came out then though, calling out to him. "Mr. Rocastle! Please don't go near her!"

"You were told to be quiet." He told her, trying to move the gun again, but to no avail.

"Just listen to me. She's part of it. Matron, tell him."

"I think that. I don't know. I think you should stay back, Headmaster."

"Mr. Smith." Martha called out, pulling him out of his train of thoughts to try and convince the Headmaster.

"She was, she was with, with Baines in the village."

The man ignored their warnings and approached the girl, Riley's sights still trained on her form until the Headmaster blocked her shot, making her mutter a curse and put the weapon down.

"Mr. Smith, I've seen many strange sights this night, but there is no cause on God's Earth that would allow me to see this child in the field of battle, sir. Come with me." He said, trying to help the girl.

"You're funny."

"I agree." Riley said after her. "No child on the field of battle. Please. This whole courtyard is filled with children."

He glared back at her, but her expression was blank and he turned back to the girl with a smile. "That's right. Now take my hand."

"So funny." She pulled out a gun and vaporized him right on the spot.

"Now, who's gonna shoot me? Any of you? Really?!"

"Oh, I'll do it." Riley said with a wicked smirk, aiming at her once more, but Mr. Smith spoke.

"Put down your guns."

"But, sir, the Headmaster…" A boy said, not knowing what to do and confused by his actions as he put down his own, unfired, weapon.

"I'll not see this happen. Not anymore. You will retreat in an orderly fashion back through the school. Hutchinson, lead the way."

"But sir." The boy looked over as Baines entered the courtyard.

"I said, lead the way."

"Well, go on then. Run!" He shot up in the air, making them scatter, but Riley kept her eye on them both, gun still raised.

"Give me one good reason, Martha, Mr. Smith, why I shouldn't put them both down right now."

Mr. Smith couldn't give me an answer, tongue tied at the moment, but Martha gripped my shoulder tightly.

"Because if you killed them both right now, he would never forgive you."

I chewed on that for a second, before reluctantly tossing the rifle aside and helping direct the kids out of the school with the others. At a point though, I felt it again, that sense of dread and my eyes snapped up to the ceiling.

"He's upstairs." I grumbled, but paused to think before I made any rash moves or alerted the others.

He's smart. He hasn't been caught yet and he's only opened them a few times, probably when he's in a pinch. A smart kid wouldn't have been out in the courtyard during all of that. He would've been hiding. Thinking. He may know what we're planning but he may not, so he'll probably make an escape. He's upstairs and opened it, so he knows coming down the stairs is a no go, so that only leaves—

"The trees. He's climbing out the window." I muttered before quickly bolting past Martha and the others, stopping and turning to look at the outside of the school.

"Riley! What are you doing?!"

"Mr. Smith, where is the window to the boys dormitory on the top floor?" I questioned and he hesitantly looked up as well.

"O-On the other side. But what does that—"

"Thanks!" I shouted, hurrying off as Martha called after me. "Riley!"

"Sorry! I may have found the watches! Go on! I'll catch up!"

I hurried off, dashing through the woods and mentally begging my body to hold out until I find the boy with the watches. Luckily, I found him, looking a little lost, but hidden away nonetheless. Hurrying up to him, I grabbed a hold of his arm, covering his mouth to keep him from calling out as I shushed him.

"Shh! Stay quiet. I don't know how close they are." I removed my hand with a grimace, wiping it on my trousers.

"R-Riley. The footman, but what—"

"You have them, right?"

He took a hesitant step back. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"The watches, boy." I said, lowering my voice as I quickly glanced around. "Look, I know you don't trust me, but I'm with the Doctor, okay? You were at the dance, right? You should know that I'm safe. I can hide you. Help you."

"You wanted to let everyone die. I-I saw you."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Okay, hold on. What's your name? There's so many brats running around that school I can't keep track of them all."

"Timothy. Timothy Latimer."

"Okay, Latimer. Listen. I'm old, okay? Older than you would believe. So being trapped with humans for that long is a pain. I've been beaten and bullied and tested on and mistreated and even turned into a weapon, okay? So even you can understand that my compassion for humans is little to none. But tell me. Did any humans die by my hand that night?"

"No, sir."

I waved my hand. "Drop the sir bit. Anyway, no one died because of me. I don't go out of my way to kill humans. I do go out of my way to annoy them and anger them, but that's all in good fun." I ruffled my hair, messing it up. "Gah! I'm getting off topic. Look. I'll take you somewhere safe. But right now, you have to promise me that you'll give me and the Doctor the watches."

He hesitantly looked down at them and back up. "But how can I trust you? How do I know you're not one of those things?"

I sighed, closing my eyes and listening, telling him to do the same. "Do you hear that? The whispers?"

"Not yet. Too soon. Hide us."

I repeated them and his eyes opened in surprise as I smirked. "See? Now come on. Let's hurry."

We started running and I took a deep breath, trying to catch a hint of Martha's perfume, but when I caught another scent, I quickly shoved Latimer forward, just as a green laser shot at us, catching my upper arm. I pretended to be vaporized, falling to the ground with a fake cry of pain, and covered myself and Latimer up in leaves as we heard the family search around before heading the other way. Once I couldn't hear them, I pulled him up with my good arm and rushed us along again.

"W-Wait! But how come you're not—"

"Vaporized? First off, it only skimmed me. Second—" I grimaced, pulling a hand away from the wound to show it slowly spreading. "I am, but at a much slower rate."

"W-We've got to get you to a doctor then!"

I shook my head. "Not quite. There's only one Doctor who can fix this and he's in a bit of a pickle unless we can get that watch to him."

We finally caught Martha's perfume and I leaned up against the door frame of the small cottage as Latimer knocked. It took a while, before I pounded on the door a little harder.

"Martha, Martha let me in!" I joked, hearing a groan before the door opened and she looked over at Latimer in shock as he held out the two watches.

"I brought you this."

She let him in and I came in as well, keeping any pain off my face and sending Latimer a look that said to keep quiet. He nodded and handed Martha the Doctor's watch; handing me my own which I accepted with a long sigh, sitting down in a corner to rest and relax after a good day worth of frustration building up. Martha held out the watch to Mr. Smith, but he didn't look too good.

"Hold it."

"I won't."

"Please. Just hold it." She begged as Latimer spoke up.

"It told me to find you. It wants to be held."

The Matron questioned him. "You've had these watches all this time? Why didn't you return them?"

"Because they were waiting. And because I was so scared of the Doctor and Riley."

"Why?"

"Because… I've seen the Doctor. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun."

"Stop it." Mr. Smith demanded, looking sick.

"He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe."

"Stop it! I said stop it."

"And he's wonderful. Riley though…" He turned to me and I groaned.

"Don't tell me. Please, don't."

"But you're so different." He said, catching my attention. "Right now, you're like the Doctor. Ice and hatred and anger, but the watch… It was scared, frightened and lonely. There was anger there, but… it only wanted to hide from everything."

I brushed my fingers over the watch, looking down at it sadly. "It's not time yet. Not time for me."

The room went quiet, until there was a rustling and the Matron pulled out Mr. Smith's book.

"I've still got this. The journal."

"Those are just stories." Mr. Smith snapped.

"Now we know that's not true. Perhaps there's something in here."

Suddenly, the cottage shook and Martha gasped as I clenched my eyes shut, the movement irritating my arm.

"What the hell—"

Everyone gathered around a window except Latimer and I, watching fireballs rain from the sky.

"They're destroying the village." The Matron muttered as Mr. Smith turned around.

"The watch."

"John, don't."

Mr. Smith picked up the watch, holding it and Latimer questioned him.

"Can you hear it?"

"He's asleep." Mr. Smith replied. "Waiting to awaken."

"Why did he speak to me?"

"Oh, low level telepathic field. You were born with it. Just an extra synaptic engram causing—" Mr. Smith sucked in a breath, stopping his quick Doctor-like rambling. "Is that how he talks?"

"That's him. All you have to do is open it and he's back." Martha said, only upsetting him more.

"You knew this all along and yet you watched while Nurse Redfern and I—"

"I didn't know how to stop you. He gave Riley and I a list of things to watch out for, but that wasn't included."

He looked at her in shock. "Falling in love? That didn't even occur to him?"

Martha hesitated. "N-No."

"Then what's sort of man is that?" Mr. Smith cried. "And now you expect me to die?!"

Martha tried to explain as I grimaced again, the pain getting worse as the vaporization spread. "It was always going to end, though! The Doctor said the Family's got a limited lifespan, and 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 me."

"People are dying out there. They need him and I need him. Because you've got no idea of what he's like. I've only just met him, heck, Riley met him a week before we came here! 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, but I don't care… because I love him to bits… And I hope to God, he won't remember me saying this."

The house shook again and I actually cried out a bit, catching their attention as all eyes went to me.

"Riley? Riley, are you alright?" Martha asked, matching me as I clenched my teeth together in pain, a hand on my wound.

"I'd say I'm fine, but you humans never stop pestering me what I say that. So no. I'm not fine."

She hurried over to me, touching my wrist. "Let me see, Riley. I can help."

"Oh, I highly doubt that." I grunted as Latimer came over.

"H-He was hit by one of those gun things that they have."

"Little rat." I muttered with a roll of my eyes as Martha pulled my hand away to show the vaporization having traveled down my arm and nearly to the top of my shoulder.

"My God…"

My eyes caught Mr. Smith's shocked expression and I frowned.

"So what now, huh? The only one who can help me is the Doctor and you're not him. I finally got saved from hell and now you're just going to sit back as it gets snuffed away! I know what you're thinking and it won't work!" I shouted at him, sweat forming on my brow as I struggled in Martha's grip. "You coward! Giving them what they want isn't going to stop any of this! It won't save me or anyone out there! That boy is braver than you! He risked his life getting here to save you and you're just throwing that out the window like it's trash! Some Time Lord you are! You're nothing but another greedy human like all the rest!"

"Riley!" Martha called out as I sagged against her, exhausted. "It's spreading further and you have a fever now too."

"Martha, Timothy." The Matron said. "Could you take Riley outside and leave us alone, please?"

I was helped out of the chair and out onto the porch where we sat and watched as fire rained down around us, shaking the ground we sat on. It was a while before Mr. Smith came out with the sad looking Matron, only is wasn't Mr. Smith, it was the Doctor; born anew.

"Riley, hey, focus on me, alright?"

I blinked the fog from my eyes and looked over at him as he checked over my arm. "You took too long. Idiot."

"Yeah, well, you know how things get." He smiled softly.

"Don't act like you know me." I grumbled, looking down to see him pinching the back of my hand but not feeling anything. "That can't be good."

"No. I would say not." He said, picking me up and draping me over his back, looking at Martha on the porch.

"Stay here. I need to take her to the Tardis. Don't leave until the attacks have stopped."

"Her?" Both Timothy and the Matron questioned in surprise as I winked.

"Whoops, did I forget to mention that?"

The Doctor hurried off then, with a roll of his eyes, carrying me back to the Tardis as he scolded me. "I swear. Always getting into trouble you."

"Oh yeah… Cause I'm the one who totally got us in this mess."

"Well, you got me there. Now how'd you get shot? Because I'd say it was while protecting a human."

"Shut it." I muttered, embarrassed that he caught on right away. "I don't mind the kids as long as they're not brats."

"Ah, I see." He used his sonic to get rid of the scarecrows guarding the Tardis and rushed me into the sick-bay, lying me down and checking my arm again with a grimace. "Ooh, not good. Not good. Did the Tardis give you anything for boosting your immune system?"

I nodded, pulling out a bottle and passing it to him as he put on his glasses, giving it a look and turned back to me.

"This is basic headache medication."

"Oh, your stupid girlfriend!" I complained, pulling out the other bottle and handing it to him. "Thanks to her, I've been taking the wrong thing this whole time!"

"Sorry." He muttered with a wince. "Oh, what to do, what to do. Got to help you and come up with a plan for those—"

His voice was quickly tuned out as he muttered to himself and I listened quietly, hearing that familiar voice saying something new for once.

"Only a little. Only for a second."

I frowned, but my mind quickly caught up with what it was trying to tell me and I turned to the Doctor.

"Hey. Those things sniffed us out, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. But what does that— Oh."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh is right, moron. Mess with their nose and they won't know that you changed back. Press a few buttons you shouldn't and problem solved."

"Brilliant! Oh, you are amazing, Riley!"

"Then go." I shoved him lightly with my good arm, surprising him.

"No. I have to help you first."

"I'll be fine. It won't reach anything major for another couple of hours." I lied through my teeth. "I can slow it down."

"How—Never mind." He shook his head, knowing that he had no time to be asking questions and he got up, heading for the door and turning back to me seriously. "You better be here when I get back."

I mock saluted him. "Yes, sir."

I waited a while after he left before pulling my watch back out of my shirt, letting it dangle above my face as I sighed. I had a bit more of a clue what was in this watch, but that didn't make me eager to find out everything and blast myself in the face with it. I did, however, point it at my wound and clicked it open, gold dust filtering out and wrapping my arm as pain racked my body. I screamed, snapping the watch closed and clutching my arm, but after a few moments of agonizing pain, it was gone and my arm looked completely healed once more. And, though I was exhausted, I decided to play one last trick on the Doctor as revenge for making me serve the species I despised. Oh, the look on his face…

And his face was hilarious! I continued to laugh even as I waited for him in the sick bay, feet swinging back and forth as Martha and him stood outside speaking with Timothy. I wanted to go out as well, but he ordered me to wait to get checked out again; my miraculous recovery having surprised him almost as much as not finding me in the sick bay when he returned that night.

"Oh, he was sooo angry. I just slipped off to my room, but he thought I up and got completely vaporized! Isn't that funny?"

The Tardis hummed around me, but I frowned.

"Hey, no scolding! It's his fault for dragging me into this mess. Wouldn't have happened if he just stayed out of trouble while I was asleep."

She hummed again and I nodded.

"True, true. He's a trouble magnet, but dragging me in when I didn't have the slightest clue what was going on was not nice."

"Then next time you get hurt, I'll be sure to 'accidentally' lose you again."

I turned around and smirked at the annoyed looking Doctor. "Oh, come on now. You know you deserved it."

He sighed, setting the computers to scan me as I lied down on the table, stuffing any flashbacks to the back of my mind, despite the nervous feeling I still had around the Doctor.

"Conversing with the Tardis again?"

"She's better at conversation than you are."

"Oi! Not true!"

The Tardis hummed and he frowned up at the ceiling. "Don't agree with her!"

I rolled my eyes before closing them, listening to the buzzing of the scanners as the Doctor went on.

"I still don't know how you do that, but you're going to tell me as soon as we're done. About you and that watch."

This made me frown, snapping my eyes open and making to sit up only for him to push me back down.

"Sit still. The scans aren't finished."

"I already told you I don't know what I am or anything. The most I get—"

"Is dreams." He finished for me, but a frown still on his face. "And yet you have a watch that's extremely similar to mine in both looks and function. You can't tell me that doesn't mean something."

I heard the scanners beep, informing me that they had finished and I took that opportunity to sit up and gazed hardly at the Doctor. "Right now? It doesn't. It means absolutely nothing, because I know that whatever's in that watch is not something that I should know about. Not until it's time and right now, it's not. So drop it, Doctor. Because I'm not going to risk everything I am now to become a whole 'nother person on the whims of a man I hardly know myself. Now excuse me, but the Tardis was going to show me the library before we start on some new adventure. Have fun with your scans and… you're welcome, by the way."

I hopped off the table and left the room, ignoring the tense atmosphere I left behind with the Doctor as best I could, though once I found the library, I sank to the floor with a groan.

"God, I'm so stupid."