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I smiled, looking at the beautiful copy of a picture John had drawn of me. I looked into the young maidens eyes- she looked so beautiful, not like me in the slightest ways.
It was in his journal that he drew me- such a wonderful drawing it was.
Amy looked on the right page where the drawing sat; it was nice to have a picture even though it wasn't an exact copy. She grabbed her drink from the kitchen and drank a little as she read.
I had asked him why I was drawn so beautifully, he had replied that was how he saw me. My hearts fluttered at that moment, at his kindness and words. He truly was a remarkable man.
He leaned forward then, and kissed me, it was a wonderful kiss-
Amy's drink spewed forward in a spit take as she finally understood what she had just read. The Doctor never kissed anyone! Well, except for River!
"What!" She cried, confused and slightly hurt.
The door then opened and John shouted at his maid Martha, as I looked at her eye's, they widened greatly and she had a look of hurt and shock on her face, she then darted out, slamming the door behind her as if she had just witnessed a great killing.
I swear to myself, I heard her whisper 'That wasn't on the list' at that moment.
When I was dressed for the dance he came for me, I smiled as he told me I looked wonderful, I had to be sure though- what could he do? I asked him if he could dance, he frowned and looked off innocently, thinking. I remember him saying that he was sure that he could.
We went to the dance, and I remember being led inside, John leading me to the floor and dancing well, better than any of the local folk who spun around us. I felt like a normal lady, no, I felt like a Princess.
We spun, and I looked at several of my childhood friends with their respective partners. As well as a few loners sitting alone at tables set out. I saw the little Parkers girl, with a red balloon, sitting at a table with a blank look in her eyes.
I remember, reading a passage from John's book. Creatures of the sky and Earth, that took the forms of another by consumption of blood. No, I must have read that book before rest one day, for that is only a fairy tale.
I was breathless, once he left me at a similar table, signaling me to wait a mere moment while he fetched some sort of beverage for our parched lips, and I smiled, nodding. Then, I looked back, John's maid Martha was there once more, and she was frowning.
"Oh heavens, not now, don't. Not again." I complained. I was growing tiresome of her child's play.
"He's different, than any man you've ever met." She started, voice accusing somewhat. Why couldn't she just leave?
"Yes." I sighed, of course he was different! He was amazing.
"And sometimes he says these strange things. People and places you've never heard of, yeah?" She asked once more, as if getting to a point.
She…She was right. That place in Ireland, Gallifrey, I had searched and yet, it hadn't existed, ever.
"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."
I swallowed, trying to not believe her claims.
"Something there. Something hidden, right behind the eyes. In the dark." She finished, and I shook my head. No! It couldn't be true!
"I- I don't know what you mean!" I refused, looking at her in a desperate glare, it wasn't true!
"Yes you do." She stated, and I looked over at John, still occupied with the beverages.
"I don't mean to be rude," Martha started, looking at her hands with a smile. "But the awful thing is that is doesn't even matter what you think."
Amy scowled at the book. How could one of his companions be so mean?
"But your nice…and your lucky. So I'm just going to say that I'm sorry for what I'm about to do." She apologized, and I suddenly heard the annoyed groan from John, returning.
"Oh Martha, not no-" he branched off, looking at her as she reached into her pocket and pulled something out.
I of course recognized it from John's book, silver with a blue tip. And John stared at it, not trusting it as if it was a cruel joke of the boys.
"Do you know what this is?" She asked, holding up the device of the Doctor.
"Name it. Go on! Name it!" She shook it slightly, and I swallowed, how could he not know the name?
"John, what is that sort of thing…John?" I asked, as he had a torn look on his face, then gently, he took it in his hand.
"You're not John Smith…You're called the Doctor."
"Amy!" Amy flashed her head up, looking at the door which had Rory behind it.
"Yeah?" She cried back, deciding if to just close the book. But it was getting to such a good part!
"Oh you're here then? The Doctor was getting worried where you were!" Rory supplied, and Amy rolled her eyes.
"We'll tell him I'm reading a book!" She shouted back, and Rory vanished, she breathed relief, and turned back to the book, opening it quickly.
"The man in your journal…he's real! He's you!" She cried with a breathless smile.
The door was then brutally thrown open, a formal man and another maid as well as a school boy I had taken care of stormed in.
"There will be silence!" The man shouted, and I briefly caught sight of a fairy tale weapon in the boy's hands. Oh, lord save me. Was this from the book also? Was the book coming to life? Those things, Daleks, and those…those creatures!
Scarecrows sauntered in, creepy grins formed in their stitches and I stood, gasping.
"What are you doing?" A male shouted, walking upright to the man, and the man spun, pointing the weapon at the poor male, and he screamed as his body turned to ash. The man's mustache glowing green for a moment from the reflective light of the beam.
People now screamed and Martha rushed up to John, fear In her eyes.
"Mr. Smith? Everything I just told you, forget it. I never said anything." She hurriedly said, almost worriedly.
"We asked for silence." The boy mocked, wide eyes scanning the room. Everybody grew hushed, with fear.
"Now then. We have a few questions for Mr. Smith." The boy said coldly, and a the girl with the balloon skipped to the center.
"No. Better than that. The teacher, he's a doctor. Heard him talking." The girl reported, and the boy immediately grew amused.
"You took human form." The boy stated, as if almost disgusted and yet amused. I felt my heart pound stronger, and knew John was afraid, who wouldn't be.
"Of course I'm human! I was born human! I'm as human as you Baines!" John shouted, swallowing quickly as his eyes darted across the room for an escape.
"What is going on? This is madness!" He shouted, confused and frantic, the boy, Baines grew more amused.
"Oh and a human brain too! Simple thick and dull" Baines laughed, a cruel smirk on his face
"But he's no good like this." The maid stated, and he man frowned.
"We need a Time Lord." The man said obviously, and John swallowed.
I remember scrambling backwards, and the moment my heart beat so quickly I was fearful it might break. For Baines held the ash gun in his hand, pointing at John and screaming at him to change back.
The maid grabbed Martha, holding her in a headlock with another gun pressed to her head, then, I too was grabbed. Forced back by the male with the gun in my face.
"Which on will you choose to kill?" Baines asked, almost happy, giddy really.
"Your friend or your lover." The boy laughed, and I swallowed, looking up at John.
His eyes seemed darker, the way they were just as Martha described, when something was hidden. It was at those words, lover, it wasn't me. He was remembering, or thinking of dreams of something other than me.
"Your choice." Baines hissed with a smirk and I gulped. John was frantic, looking between us, who to choose. Who to save.
Martha spun, twisting the maids arm and pulling the gun to point it at the maid herself.
She threatened them, and I was released, I immediately raced to John's side, he seemed so relieved, and he looked at Martha, unsure of what to do.
"Doctor, go. Get everyone out, there's a door outside there. Go!" Martha shouted, and I swallowed, before nodding and pulling him along, hushing the children and the townsfolk outside.
We panted, once reaching outdoors.
"Don't just stand there! Move! Gosh your rubbish as a human, come on!" Martha shouted, grabbing my and Johns arm and rushing out into the woods, the sounds of screams still in the distance.
I couldn't help but notice how fast John was, he was always thin and muscular, as if he ran a quite distance in his childhood. But as Martha ran, she was by his side, as if she knew the way he ran, and she had learned to mimic it.
We reached the school, John instantly grabbing a bell and calling the children to arms. I swallowed. It was guns, always guns.
And now, it was war against John's dreams.
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