As she walked into the building, she swayed momentarily, memories flashing through her mind. She could see herself facing down some horrible creature, her eyes lit with golden light. And then she could see herself with two other men, the three of them standing before a bright object.

And then the memories were gone. And she felt the Doctor's hand on her waist and heard him distantly frantically asking her questions. She looked up at him and felt her mouth move to shape a word she didn't recognize, but the Doctor did.

But then the world faded away…

The Doctor was furiously pacing. Kayla had passed out, and, while she was passing out, had mouthed his name. She had remembered.

And then she woke up.

She claimed that she was just tired and she had gotten dizzy. She pointed out that this was probably bad for the baby and that all her stress probably didn't help. But the Doctor didn't believe her. He knew that someone had opened her watch. That was the only way she could have gotten those memories.

Martha was tending to her now. She was the only person he trusted to tend to her, besides himself. He really would have been by her side, holding her hand while Martha was out running for the fob watch, but instead he was the one looking around. That was really a miracle in itself because it had taken so much talking to the Headmaster even though he knew that the Doctor's wife had collapsed.

But he had given in, citing how he felt when his mother had taken ill and that it would be "against his own moral code to force another man away from his wife."

So the Doctor had ran off, only for Martha to say that Kayla didn't feel comfortable with the idea of him being there. He had stood there, his mouth open in shock, as Martha tried to explain that Kayla had seen something that made her scared to be around anyone and that it had taken so much pleading and talking to get her to accept that Martha would be there.

"She called herself a monster, Doctor," Martha had explained. "She said that she's killed people."

The Doctor just shook his head. "Kayla means everything to me. I need to be in there with her."

Martha just shook her head. "I don't want her to freak out any more. She's already been through so much stress and you know that's not good for the baby."

"What do I do then? Go walk around to find the fob watch? The Headmaster thinks I'm in there, Martha."

Martha just shrugged. She had no idea as well. She suggested, half-heartedly, that maybe the Doctor who have more luck searching for the fob watch, and he had, with a forlorn expression, agreed.

He had wandered the school for ages. Every nook and cranny of the school, and he had found nothing. He was covered with dust, worried sick about Kayla, and could hear the gunshots from mere boys' guns as they killed scarecrows filled with straw. Somehow, he ended up at the window that stared down at the scene and he couldn't help himself and looked down just in time to see the boys, several of their faces tear-stained, all putting down their guns as the Headmaster started to walk towards a familiar looking child.

It took the Doctor a second to recognize the child. But when he did he slammed the palm of his hand to his forehead, shouted, "Thick!" at himself, and sprinted to the field.

"You child, come out of the way. 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," the Headmaster was saying, his hand outstretched, to the girl.

"Headmaster, please. Don't go near her," the Doctor said as urgently as possible.

"Mr. Smith, I thought you were with your wife," the Headmaster snapped.

"I was! But then I saw her and I knew I had to come down here. She was with Baines and Mr. Clark and Jenny in the village!"

"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." Turning away, he held out his hand to the girl once again. "Come with me."

"You're funny," the girl just said with a tilt of her head.

"That's right. Now take my hand," the Headmaster said with something that was probably his best effort at a kind smile.

"So funny," the girl said. She reached into her coat, pulled out a gun, and shot the Headmaster, making him disintegrate. "Now who's going to shoot me - any of you, really?" she challenged.

Breathing hard and fast, the Doctor turned to the boys. "Put down your guns," he ordered.

"But sir, the Headmaster—" one of the boys, Hutchinson, if the Doctor remembered correctly, protested.

"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—" Hutchinson protested once more.

The Doctor, however, cut him off. "I said, lead the way," he snapped.

And then Baines arrived and fired his own gun into the air. "Go on, then, run!" he yelled.

Like the reasonable, smart boys they were, the boys panicked and ran into the school, the Doctor quickly following them.

Inside the school, it was panic. Kayla and Martha had come down after hearing the yelling from the boys and, after assessing the situation, had started to lead the boys to safety through a passage that went through the stables.

The Doctor had quickly found them and had grabbed Martha's arm. "We need to get Kayla away from here," he had hissed to her.

Martha shook her head. "She won't leave until all the boys are out."

Thankfully, though, Kayla had just come back from leading the last lot of boys and had looked around. "That's cannot be all of them. They've must have captured the rest."

The Doctor watched her eyes as they flicked to the door that lead to the rest of the school and he quickly shook his head. "Kayla we need to go," he protested.

Kayla walked over to the door, determined, and opened it only to suddenly and violently sway on her feet. The Doctor shouted, "Kayla!" and ran over to her.

"Someone's opened the watch," he said to Martha. "Not for long though. We need to get her to safety."

Martha nodded and hurried over. "I don't think we can both carry her," she said hesitantly.

The Doctor nodded in agreement. Kayla was still awake, thankfully, but she didn't fight when he and Martha lifted her up and walked her through the barn. She only started to actually protest when they had walked a good few miles, and by that point there really wasn't much she could do.

"Where are we going?" she asked. By now she could walk on her own, but that didn't stop the Doctor from keeping his arm wrapped around her waist.

"The TARDIS," Martha hissed.

They all froze as they heard Mr. Clark's voice, singing, in the woods. "Doctor! Kayla!"

Ducking down, the trio edged forwards until they could see Mr. Clark with a group of scarecrows standing in front of the TARDIS.

"Come back, Doctor and Kayla. Come home. Come and claim your prize."

"Out you come, Doctor! There's a good boy. Come to the Family with your wife," Baines' voice called.

And finally Jenny's voice shouted, "Time to end it now!"

The Doctor looked over at Kayla, who was starting at the TARDIS with wide eyes. "You recognize it, don't you?" he asked softly.

Kayla stared at the box for a long time before whispering, "How? I'm Kayla Smith. That's all I am…that's all I want to be. Kayla Smith with her life…her child…and her husband. Why can't I be her? Am I not good enough?"

The Doctor hugged Kayla tightly, feeling her start to shake with suppressed tears. "You're amazing Kayla. You're perfect. And so is Kayla Hark. You're the only one who's good enough to ever be her."

"Why can't I stay?" she whimpered.

"Because our child needs Kayla Hark as his mother. And I need Kayla Hark."

"But I don't need Kayla Hark," Kayla snapped. Climbing to her feet, she started to head as quickly as she could into the forest behind them.

The Doctor and Martha exchanged worried looks and quickly hurried after her.

Martha and the Doctor were finally able to catch up to Kayla on a country road. She was breathing hard from both the effort it took to walk through the woods and from her emotions. She looked behind to see the two and frowned, crossing her arms.

"This way. I know a place we can go," Martha said as she looked around.

The Doctor looked at her with his brow furrowed. "How far is it?"

"Not too far. Shorter than just wandering about."

When they arrived at the little cottage, Martha wasted little time in opening the door, which wasn't locked, and leading the Doctor and Kayla into a simple and dark kitchen with a tea set on the table.

"Hello?" Martha called, and then shook her head. "No one's here." She turned to face the Doctor. "The little girl at the school, the one with the Family, this is her house. She must have killed her parents when they tried to stop her going to the dance."

The Doctor placed a hand on the tea point. "It's stone cold," he said with a nod. "They never even had a chance."

Kayla, who had sat down, picked up one of the plates set on the table and stared down at it while rotating it in her hands. "What if I go to them?" she asked, her voice merely a whisper.

Both the Doctor and Martha stared at her. "You can't!" Martha protested quickly. "They'll just kill you!"

"What about our child?" the Doctor pointed out.

Kayla looked up at him with an odd expression on her face. "Martha already told me – there's something wrong with it. Perhaps it's better-"

"No." the Doctor sat down next to Kayla and took her hands. "The baby is fine. Yes, they've been complications but we can deal with them. We have the technology and we have Martha."

"But changing back could harm the child," Kayla pointed out with a slight tremble in her voice.

The Doctor shook his head. "This technology was originally made for pregnant Time Ladies to hide. Moving the essence is a safety feature for it. The baby will be fine when you became a Time Lady again, but we can't do that until we have the watch, which we don't have."

As if that was a cue, there was a knock on the door. The trio froze, with Kayla's hands going to her stomach and the Doctor rising to his feet to point his sonic at the door. And then Martha whispered:

"I'm not an expert, but I don't think scarecrows knock."

She took a deep breath and move to the door. Opening it a tiny bit, Martha let out a breath as she saw that it was just one of the school boys, Timothy Latimer. She opened the door up all the way and moved so he could get inside only for him to hold out a familiar fob watch and say, "I brought you this."

As Martha took the fob watch from him, she could hear it whisper her name in Kayla's voice.

Timothy was quickly brought inside and Martha handed off the fob watch to the Doctor, who assessed that it was his watch. He placed it in the palm of his hand and, as if he was giving a treat to a horse, held it out to Kayla.

"Hold it," he requested.

Kayla looked down at the fob watch and then shook her head. "I won't," she said, hating how her voice sounded like a child having a tantrum.

"Please, Kayla. Just hold it. You don't have to open it. I just want you to hold it."

"It told me to find you. It wants to be held," Timothy said.

The Doctor looked over at the boy. "How long did you have the watch? Since I gave you my book?" Timothy nodded. "How come you didn't give it back?"

Timothy looked down and it shoes and scoffed them on the floor for several minutes before he answered. "Because it was waiting. And because I was scared of the Doctor."

"But Kayla's the one in there," Martha pointed out with a frown.

"Not always," the Doctor reminded her. "It was originally my watch, remember?"

Timothy nodded. "When it switched to Kayla, I could still feel the Doctor somehow. I was scared of the Doctor's rage when he realized that I could have put Kayla in harm."

"How did you feel about me?" Kayla asked suddenly, her voice soft.

Timothy looked over at her with a frown. "I was scared of you as well. Terrified, really."

"Why?" Martha asked, her arms crossed. Kayla was not a person she could see anyone being scared of.

"Because Kayla's…different then the Doctor. And I've seen her. She's the rage in the Doctor's fire. The storm in the heart of the sun while the Doctor's the night."

"Stop it," Kayla said softly.

But Timothy continued. "She's young but seen so much. She'd help the Doctor burn up the universe if he asked."

"Stop it!" Kayla repeated, her voice much louder.

Still, Timothy went on. "But she's caring and empathetic and she's just as wonderful as the Doctor."

There was a silence in the cottage for a long time before Martha pulled out the journal. "I was able to get this. The journal," she said.

"They're…they're just silly stories John dreamed up," Kayla said with a shake of her head.

Martha frowned at her sadly. "We all know that's not true, including you. Maybe there's something in here that will – what the hell?"

Martha turned to the window and looked out, scared to find out what had been the cause of the nearby explosion. The rest also looked out to see what almost appeared to be meteorites falling to the ground.

"They're destroying the village," Marta gasped. She was the first one to break the horrified silence that had fallen as they watched the Family, from high above, rain down bombs.

Kayla turned away from the window, the sight sickening. Shaking her head, she started to go sit down when she paused. She could faintly hear her own voice whisper to her. "The watch," she breathed. She picked it up from the table and held it in her hand, hearing it say 'Come closer.'

Timothy turned towards her. "Can you hear it?" He asked in a low voice.

Martha and the Doctor heard him, though, and they both turned to see Kayla holding the watch up to her ear.

'Closer. Closer,' the watch said.

"I think she's asleep. Waiting to awaken," Kayla said, mainly to herself.

Timothy frowned. "Why did she speak to me?" he wondered.

Kayla turned to Timothy with an expression the Doctor and Martha recognized well. "It's a low-level telepathic field that you were born with. It's probably extra synaptic engram that causes-" She cut herself off with a deep breath and looked over at the Doctor, her eyes wide and frightened. "Is that how she talks?"

The Doctor nodded. "All you have to do, Kayla, is open the watch. That will bring you, the real you, back."

Kayla looked down at the watch and then over at the Doctor and finally over at Martha. "My entire life, though. I've only just begun living my life and I'm going to start a family with my husband."

"That will still happen, Kayla, I promise."

"A life with a child? The Doctor, the Doctor that John described, could never have that life."

The Doctor shook his head. "Kayla, I'm the Doctor. And I'm telling you that we can have that life."

Kayla's face crumbled as she looked at the Doctor and then at the watch still in her hands. "I don't want to die, John. I don't. I'm just simple Kayla Smith and I don't want to die."

The Doctor wrapped his arms around Kayla's waist. "It was always going to end, Kayla. The Family have a lifespan of three months. Unless they consume one of us, they're going to die."

"So when three months were up, Martha was just going to execute us?"

"Not execute us, Kayla. Just wake us up."

Kayla took a step back and shook her head. "This-this is all too much." She walked backwards until she felt the backdoor's handle and she quickly opened it and then shut it. The Doctor, Martha, and Timothy exchanged worried looks.

"I can go and talk to her," Timothy suggested suddenly in the silence that followed Kayla's exit.

"She's my Bonded, I'll go talk to her," the Doctor snapped back.

Martha shook her head. "I think Timothy is on to something, Doctor. He's not alien, he's just a kid."

Timothy nodded. "I'm not really related to all this."

Despite the Doctor's displeasure, Timothy ended up sitting next to Kayla on the step outside the backdoor. Kayla had looked up at him when he came out and had tried to give him a smile, but her tears ended up getting in the way and she looked down at her feet on the ground.

"What was Kayla like?" she asked him in a soft voice.

Timothy frowned down at his hands. "It was hard to get a real reading of her," he admitted. "But her voice always seemed kind."

Kayla fiddled with the hem of her dress. "Would Kayla go out there and stop them?"

"Absolutely. She'd find it imperative."

"What about her child? Doesn't she worry about them?"

"All the time. But she's also started to worry about other children. The children that could be her kid. She'll look at a child in need and think about how that could be her child one day." Timothy looked over at Kayla to see an odd, thoughtful expression on her face, so he continued. "Sure, she worries about her child, but she also wants to give that child the example the Doctor always gives her."

"What's that example?"

"The example of caring. When the Doctor first met Kayla, she had done something horrible. She nearly killed many people. But the Doctor forgave her, and even saved her! All because he cared."

Kayla sighed deeply and opened up her hand to look down at the fob watch. "It's so little," she murmured. "How can something so small hold an entire person?"

Knowing she was really only speaking her thoughts out loud, Timothy said nothing. Instead, he watched Kayla's fingers run along the edge of the watch. He was just starting to really, properly smile, but then Kayla faltered. As she opened her mouth to say something, the door behind them suddenly opened up and Martha stepped out.

"Kayla! Kayla, you need to open the watch!" She said urgently. Kayla rose to her feet and frowned at Martha.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"He's gone to confront the Family! Without you! I – I don't think he'll come back if he thinks you're still human."

Her eyes widening, Kayla didn't hesitate this time, nor did she think. She just acted. She opened up the fob watch and was covered in a glow of light that seared the night.

The Doctor took a deep breath. He could hear the Family plotting inside their ship, and their plans were ones of destruction and death and…he had to stop it. The Time War had shown him that he could do the things he needed to do, even if they went against everything he believed in. Taking care of the Family was easier then Daleks, because the Family had threatened his Bonded and their child.

To him, that was unforgivable.

What was worse was that the Doctor knew that once he got rid of the Family, he wouldn't have his Kayla to come home to. It would just be Martha Jones who really knew who he was. And the woman who looked like Kayla, who talked like Kayla, and who loved like Kayla did, would be standing to the side and peering at him like he was a stranger. She would only have one heart, and if he reached out to speak to her mentally, she would never respond.

The Doctor could not see how he could survive a life like that. His beautiful Bonded shut off from him in ways he could never open up was a hell he had endured far too long. The only real way to survive was to not survive at all.

He would not be returning.

Martha would be taken care of. The instructions he had given her were simple. "The TARDIS will take you home," he had explained urgently. "As soon as you step inside, you'll be brought back to your apartment and you can be with your family once again."

Martha had tried to protest but he had held up his hand and shaken his head, not wanting to hear her.

For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and focused, hoping he could feel Kayla's mind just for a couple more seconds. But there was only silence. Kayla was still human.

Shaking out his limbs, as if that would get rid of the ache in his hearts, the Doctor allowed himself a moment of grief. And then he pushed that feeling away and stepped into the Family's ship, intent on his mission.

Upon thinking back to what happened that night, Kayla realized she made it with seconds to spare. She had tried to repeatedly reach out to the Doctor, but her mind was too jumbled to do so. Which left her only one option: running. Her legs and lungs were burning and her hearts were thumping uncomfortably fast by the time she reached the ship. She was just about to go in when she heard the Doctor's voice shout out inside, "Run!"

She shouted back, "Doctor! Doctor!" Opening up her mind as much as she could, she tried to reach out from him, but she could only graze him before her mind instinctively slammed shut. She growled in frustration and was just about to try again when two familiar, strong arms wrapped around her.

Her eyes met his, and she saw the smile flash across his face as he realized exactly who she was. For moment, he seemed like he was about to kiss her, but then he frowned at the sound of the Family heading towards them.

"Why are they running?" Kayla asked.

"I've set their spaceship to blow up. We should probably run to."

Kayla nodded and took the Doctor's hand. "Together, though," she stated.

"Together," he agreed.

The two ran, the spaceship behind them. They felt the heat of the explosion on their back and heard the Family's cries as they were pushed by the blast to right in front of the Doctor and Kayla. The couple looked down at them, both not pleased.

They never raised their voices. That was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord and Lady. And then we discovered why. Why this Doctor and his Kayla, who had fought with gods and demons, why they'd run away from us and hidden – they were being kind.

They wrapped my father in unbreakable chains, forged in the heart of a dwarf star. Should he survive long enough, the Time Agency will find him with a list of all the part he had stolen from them.

They tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there…forever.

Kayla still visits my little sister once a year – the Doctor cannot stand the sight of her. I wonder if she will one day forgive her. But there she is. Kayla trapped her inside a mirror, every mirror.

As for me, I was suspended in time. And the Doctor put me to work, standing over the fields of England…as their protector.

We wanted to live forever, so the Doctor and Kayla made sure that we did.

There was only one person the Doctor and Kayla felt they needed to say goodbye and, more importantly, apologize to. And he was waiting by the TARDIS next to Martha, who had changed, like the Doctor and Kayla had, to her modern clothes. She beamed as she saw the two walking towards her. Timothy also cracked a smile at the sight.

"Doctor, Kayla," he greeted.

The Doctor smiled back at him. "Tim-Timothy-Timber."

Timothy didn't seem to know how to reply for a second, as he took in the sight of the real Doctor and the real Kayla. But he found his voice quickly enough. "I just wanted to say good-bye. 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," Martha pointed out, her eyes widening at the idea of this kid fighting.

Timothy shook his head. "I think we do."

"You could get hurt," Kayla warned. Her hand had gone to her stomach as she took in the boy who could very likely be similar to her child. And that…that made her scared for him.

Timothy shrugged. "Well, so could you, travelling around with him, but it's not going to stop you."

The Doctor held out his fob watch to Timothy, a gleam of pride in his eyes as he took the boy, no, the young man standing in front of him in. "Tim, I'd be honored if you'd take this."

Timothy took it and looked down at the watch. "I can't hear anything."

The Doctor nodded. "No, it's just a watch now. But keep it with you. For good luck."

Martha hugged the younger boy. "Look after yourself," she ordered him sternly. And then gave him a kiss on his cheek.

Kayla also gave him a hug. "Thank you," she said. "For everything.

Returning to the Doctor's side, she looked up at the Time Lord's face.

'I love you Doctor.'

'I love you too, Kayla.'

The Doctor smiled over at Timothy. "You'll like this bit," he promised as Martha and then he and Kayla headed into the TARDIS.

And Timothy did like this bit as he watched the TARDIS leave with a wheezing sound.

Kayla and the Doctor had immediately brought the TARDIS to a Remembrance Sunday service. The Doctor, Martha, and Kayla had all changed to formal clothes that suited the service. So when they stepped out into the sun, they did not stand out.

Kayla spotted Timothy first, and pointed him out to the Doctor and Martha. The once young and youthful Tim now sat in a wheelchair, his hair gray and thin. But his head was held proudly as he listened to the female vicar read For the Fallen.

"...They mingle not with laughing comrades again;

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labor of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

They went with songs to the battle,"

"…they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,"

As if he felt their presence, Timothy looked over at the trio and gave them a small smile. They had not changed at all. The Doctor gave him a respectful nod, one that Timothy returned.

"They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them."

Hello everyone! I know this is weird, updating on a Sunday, but I finally finished Last of the Time Lords Pt. 2 and, well, it's time for me to update this book in mass and finally finish this story. That means you guys will get 8 chapters today! And you'll finally found out the title of the next book!

Once this story is finished, any of you who have been reading Susan will get a treat soon. She's the next one I've got to finish.

For this chapter, I had a lot of fun with Kayla taking John Smith's role and the Doctor being Matron. I felt so sad for the two of them during this chapter and I hope that I've conveyed that properly. Of course now their relationship is even stronger, because the Doctor knows what lengths he'll go through to save Kayla and Kayla knows that as well.

And now, review time:

SarahSmithDW: Thank you!

NicoleR85: I can't wait for Utopia too. But Last of the Time Lords is where everything gets intense!