My apologize on not updating, i've been...oversea's, as of recent.
Please review- then i know if i should keep this story going anyways.
"Amy!" Rory called, frowning as he walked throughout the rooms that Amy was frequently in.
After searching the Pool, Water-fall room, Butterfly Garden (The Doctor didn't know how those survived), the T.V. room, Amy's bedroom and the closet, he still couldn't find her.
She had been missing a lot after taking an interest in that book of hers…
That book! The Library!
"Amy!" Rory shouted down the halls, getting a replying groan of annoyance, he quickly followed the sound to see Amy, curled up on a soft Armchair with a mug of tea in one hand, the blasted book in the other.
"I don't think I've ever seen you read so much." Rory commented, causing Amy to snort into her tea as she took a sip.
"Yeah, well that's because I never liked books before." Amy responded, causing Rory to roll his eyes.
"What's with the sudden change of heart?" He asked, and Amy, quick as a viper, knocked the book into his arm, causing him to reel back and rub said arm.
"Their! Now I love this book!" She responded with a cheeky grin, causing Rory to sigh and back off- perhaps the Doctor had something he could do…
"Thought he'd never leave." Amy muttered, using her thumb to find the page she had closed on.
Martha looked disgruntled as she was pushed to the side as the children began to grab weapons of great assortments.
"Got to find that watch." She uttered, forcing her way through the crowd and grabbing the banister to cause her to move along faster. It took me no further urging to escape the children with guns, and follow Martha. What did she mean by a watch?
I followed her up as she hurried into John's room. We could hear the children bustling about, something about a line of sandbags in the courtyard…I dare not think about it.
"Why are they after John?" I spoke, my voice gentle and weary, Martha glanced at me momentarily before continuing to pursue after the watch.
"John Smith is a Time Lord. We came here, and he hid the Time Lord part of him inside the watch, now those monsters want it, and John Smith." She tried to explain, shoving a book off of his bedside table, snorting as it was a history book, and proceeded to search through the little table.
"But why would the monsters want John, if they only want the watch, as impossible as that sounds." I tried to dignify myself, and Martha rolled her eyes.
"I know it sounds mad, but when the Doctor became human, he stuck the alien part of himself inside the watch. Well, it's not a real watch, it just looks like a watch…"
Martha shrugged, looking at me and seeing my disbelieving face.
"And alien means…not from abroad." I said, clutching the journal in one hand, it was the one John gave me, as I had retrieved it as soon as I can.
"The man you call John Smith, he was born on another world." Martha tried to convince me, and I exhaled shakily, trying to hold my emotions at bay.
"A different species."
"Yeah." Martha responded, and I shakily looked down, seeing the journal, but recalling nothing of a 'Martha Jones' in it.
"Then tell me, in this fairytale, who are you?" I asked, and Martha frowned, looking down as she continued to search, not exactly still into it.
"Just a friend….I mean, I don't exactly have a rival, as much as I wouldn't like that….Just a friend." She supplied as she started to rant ever so slightly.
"Human…I take it?" I asked, trying to play along.
"Human," She nodded, "Well, before that I was normal, training to be a doctor. A medicine doctor, not an alien doctor." She continued.
A doctor? She? Not in these times, why, she was only a worker!
"A woman in my time to be a doctor is rare, and hardly one of your raising and hardly of your color." I stated, causing her to turn, eyebrows lifted in disbelief as if I had asked her to do something preposterous.
"Oh, you'd think." She stated sourly, and I bit my lip, looking down. She searched, as if wanting to say something, before looking back up triumphantly,
"Bones of the hand: Carpel bones, escalate,-" And she continued on to repeat the bones of the hand that I remember having trouble with learning in my youth even.
"…You read that in a book." I challenged, and she gave a breathless laugh, as if not understanding that statement.
"Yeah, to pass my exams! Can't you see, this is true!" She said with a desperate smile.
I said nothing, looking down and wringing my fingers slightly, "I must go." I stated, turning to walk away, and she hurried after me, as if to say something.
"If we find that watch, we can stop them!"
"Those boys are about to fight, I might not be a doctor, but I may still be their nurse…they need me." I finished, turning to storm out of the room, Martha sighing behind me.
I went down the stairs, sifting out tools that may be needed for incoming wounds. John walked past, giving orders to two young boys before walking over towards me.
We exchanged pointless banner, him highly advising me to leave the premise to a safer place, and I refusing. I looked down- perhaps this was true?
"Tell me about Nottingham" I demanded softly, and much to his confusion, he agreed.
He stated it as if it came from an encyclopedia- my stomach sunk ever so slightly.
"What about all of those places? The dens and hideaways only a child knows?" I asked, as he continued to give answers of pure facts, none of opinions, and it was causing my worry to grow.
"Tell me John, please tell me." I begged softly, and his jaw clenched, as he was unable to recall- anything.
"How can you believe me to be not real?" He asked, and I looked away.
"When I kissed you, was that a lie?"
"No John, please no."
"But this Doctor sounds like some…some…romantic lost prince….would you rather that?"
I refused to look at him, to see him wavering in choice wise, sorrow in his eyes…
"Am I not enough?"
"No John, never that."
"I've got to go." He murmured softly, turning to leave, and my words were swallowed down once more.
I finished and looked down blankly as I heard the sounds of the guns go off, I then saw Martha rush down the stairs, and I once again followed her to a window overlooking the fight.
Straw men were being shot down, and than, they stopped. Martha and I dared to breath, and right as a little girl came, holding a bright red balloon.
"Headmaster! Don't touch her!" Martha shouted, and the headmaster turned, mad once more.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"
"Just listen to me! She's with them! Tell them Matron!"
I shifted under the attention, unsure of what to say.
"I- I'm unsure. I think it is unwise."
"I see….Mr. Smith?"
"She was with Baines, Sir."
Than, a few more words in which I ignored, and the Headmaster was shot by the green guns I had witnessed before, I gasped, hurrying backwards after seeing murder in my own eyes..
We rushed inside, hurrying and rushing from the room, and the boys ran, hurrying out through the stables in which Martha shouted to them not to run to the village. Many took to the trees in small groups of three or four, they knew the woods well, they were in good hands.
"And you, ladies." John tried to get us to safety, but I agued until all of the children had left first, then us. He agreed.
We ran through the forest, sneaking our way among the trees as we heard a man, shouting out over and over the word 'Doctor!' We looked, from next to a pine tree, as a large man with two of the Straw men stood guard next to a Blue box I had seen often, drawn with a careful hand in the book under my left arm.
"You recognize it, don't you." Martha asked softly, and John did not take his eyes away.
"I've never seen it before in my life." John refused, and I sniffed softly.
"Do you remember it's name?"
"I'm sorry John- but you wrote about it." I whispered softly, and his eyes had the look of betrayal in them. Ah, how guilty I feel.
"I'm not…I….I'm John Smith! That's all I want to be! John Smith! His life! His job! His love!" He was now close to tears as he tore away from our spot, back into the forest, and we followed him carefully.
"This way." I pointed, after walking on the path for a long while, and we agreed moving towards a friend of mines home, long since abandoned due to their recent departure.
We walked in, and John slumped into an open chair, looking heartbroken before looking back at us.
"I must go to them." John stated suddenly, and Martha looked at me, and I swallowed harshly.
"You can't….Martha; there must be something we can do." I stated, looking at her, who looked away quickly.
"Not without the watch…"
"You're the Doctor's companion! Can't you help!" He demanded suddenly it made me jump, his fists hitting the table and making the china jump slightly, I looked away, stroking the spine of the journal.
The companions…oh, who could help…perhaps that Con Artist that was written slightly, perhaps that Sarah Jane Smith. But for what was written here…I believe none of them could assist us in the slightest of terms. Maybe that Rose girl could clear his mind, or sooth him into thinking rationally…