After telling the Doctor that she was fine, 'Are you sure?' He had questioned a numerous times, 'I can always come over to you.'
'Doctor, keep following that car. I'm investigating something else.' Kayla would always reply. And so, the Doctor continued on with his horrible driving and Kayla walked into Magpie's shop.
"Oh, I, I'm sorry miss, I'm afraid you're too late. I was just about to lock the door." He apologized nervously.
The brunet, however, just shut the door and smiled at him, "I would like to buy a telly." She told him softly.
Magpie swallowed hard, "Come back tomorrow. Please." He practically begged.
Kayla raised an eyebrow, "But you'll be closed, right?" she pointed out.
"What?" Magpie asked, sounding honestly confused, as if he had forgotten.
'Doctor, something isn't right here.' Kayla warned the Doctor.
"The coronation…" She reminded the man.
Magpie nodded to himself, "Yes, yes, of course. The big day." He seemed to agree, "I'm sure you'll find somewhere to watch it. Please go."
But Kayla didn't leave. Instead, she strolled leisurely through the store, eyeing the TVs and their prices, "Seems to me half of London's got a television, since you're practically giving them away." She noted.
The man stiffened, "I have my reasons."
The brunet tilted her head, "And what are they?"
Before he could answer, one of the televisions on display seemed to tune itself and a woman appeared on its screen, "Hungry! Hungry!" she cried.
Kayla blinked, "What was that?"
Magpie shrugged, "It's just a television. One of these modern programs. Now, I really do think you should leave! Right now!"
"Not until you've answered my questions. How comes your televisions are so cheap?" Kayla countered.
"It's my patriotic duty. Seems only right that as many folk as possible get to watch the coronation. We may be losing the Empire but we can still be proud! Twenty million people they reckon'll be watching! Imagine that!" Magpie seemed to cheer half heartily, not sounding excited about the twenty million watching, so Kayla smiled a fake smile, "And twenty million people can't be wrong, eh? So why don't you get yourself back home and get up, bright and early, for the big day?"
Kayla, however, just shook her head, "Not until I've seen everything." She disagreed, trying her best to sound apologetic.
Magpie seemed to deflate, "I need to close." he whimpered.
But the brunet just leaned forwards and lowered her voice as if she wanted to share a secret with the man, "Mr. Magpie," she started, "Something is happening out there. Something that's hurting ordinary men and women and children, and the only thing that links them is the new item in their house." Kayla's voice lowered even more, "Do you know what that new object is, Mr. Magpie?"
The man in question stiffened and very slowly shook his head, "No." he stammered out.
"Your television." Kayla answered, drawing out each and every word, "So, what do you know?"
And then Kayla watched as Magpie deflated, "I knew this would happen. I knew I'd be found out." He whispered as he, and this made Kayla stiffen, locked the door of the store.
"All right," Kayla muttered, "You're going to come clean." Eyeing the man, she raised her voice, "What's in this for you?"
Magpie shrugged, "For me? Perhaps some peace."
"From what?" she countered.
"From HER." Magpie answered, looking over at the TV screen.
Kayla followed his gaze, only to see a woman, an announcer probably, starting silently out of the screen, "Oh." Kayla whispered to herself, "Oh god…"
"What a pretty little girl. And smart too."
Kayla stared at the screen and shook her head, "No…not you." She whispered.
The woman nodded, "Oh yes, it's me. Unseasonably chilly for the time of year, don't you think?" she asked politely.
"But I brought you back to your planet! You can't be the same person…who are you?"
The woman smiled serenely at Kayla, "I'm the Wire. And I'm hungrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy...!" she moaned loudly.
And as she barred her teeth at Kayla, all the brunet saw was the red energy from before, and then, there was pain.
'Doctor…Doctor…it hurts!'
'Kayla, what's going on?'
'Doctor, help me!'
The first thought Kayla had was wondering why she still had a face. Her next thought was that she was being led by a man.
"Doctor?" Kayla asked, but when neither of the men stopped dragging her, she tried again, "Doctor?!" But still, there was no answer.
'Doctor?' The brunet called through the mental link, but it seemed as if the Doctor had closed off their connection, something which deeply hurt the brunet.
"Found another one, sir." A police man reported to the D.I. as a man behind him led in…
The Doctor stood up in horror, looking at a very familiar sky blue, poodle like skirt and matching shoes, "Oh, er - good man, Crabtree. Here we are, Doctor..." the Time Lord barely registered the man say awkwardly. Practically throwing the files he had been paging through, the Doctor got up from the table and walked over to the figure, "Take a good look. See what you can deduce." An then someone removed the blanket, and the Doctor couldn't breathe.
Kayla had always had a perfect face. Her eyes were perfect, her cheeks were perfect, her nose was perfect, and her lips, those beautiful lips, were perfect. But now the Doctor couldn't see them, because they, like Tommy's grandmother, were covered by blank skin with indents where they should have been.
"Kayla…oh Kayla." The Doctor said to himself, looking so tenderly at the girl.
He could vaguely hear Bishop ask, "Do you know her?"
And somehow the Doctor found himself answering with: "Know her? She and I are fiancés."
The Doctor found himself staring down at Kayla and stroking back her hair. Around him, the voices seemed to fade away, only bits caching his attention, like, "Master Square," and, "abandoned," and, "Torchwood."
"They did what?" the Doctor asked coldly, his brain finally making the connection that Kayla had been left alone in Master Square."
Very slowly, he glared at D.I. Bishop, "I'm sorry?" the man asked in confusion.
The Doctor gritted his teeth and forced himself to be calm, to stay calm, "They left her where?" He spat at them.
"Just...in the street." D.I. Bishop said carefully, seeing that the mysterious man in front of him was getting quite angry.
The Doctor balled his hands into fists next to his side, "In the street. They left her in the street. They took her face and just chucked her out and left her in the street. And as a result, that makes things...simple. Very, very simple. Do you know why?" he asked harshly in his soft, about to lose control voice as he tore his gaze away from Kayla, took off his glasses, and glared at the two men.
"No..." D.I. said slowly.
And then, the Doctor became the Oncoming Storm as he yelled at the police men, furious, "Because NOW, Detective Inspector Bishop, there is no power on this Earth that can stop me. Come on!" With one last look at Kayla, the Doctor ran out of the room like a tornado.
While D.I. paused outside and said something poetic about the, "Big day dawning," the Doctor tore through the courtyard and to the gate.
In the Connolly's house, a small boy fiddled with the television until an equally young girl came over and in a very bossy way, slapped his hand away from the knob before backing away a bit to join the crowded mixture of family and friends, all chatting and generally spending a good time.
Eddie Connolly came into his house and practically stalked over to his wife, "You've had your fun with your little Doctor...but now you're left with me, Rita. So you'll behave yourself. And smile." He said in a low and threatening voice. Too scared to disobey, Rita Connolly fixed a smile on her face and entered the room with her husband, "Here we go, everyone! Here we go! Grub's up, grub's up - tuck in, take a sandwich." Eddie yelled upon entering the busy living room.
Almost eagerly, or as eagerly as Eddie could, the man in question looked at the TV and saw the first footage of the coronation appear on the screen, "Oh, here we go, here we go, it's started! Take your places, sit down, sit down."
All too happy to obey, everyone settled themselves down in various chairs or onto the floor, "Rita, love! Jus LOOK at that tellybox then, eh? Innit MARVELLOUS? The picture's so clear!" Tommy's Aunt Betty said, sounding very impressed.
Giving his wife a threatening look, Eddie leaned forwards to speak to Aunt Betty, "Here, Beth - I says to Rita, I says – 'You didn't need to get your hair done special, love! The Queen won't be able to see you!'" laughing loudly, Aunt Betty joined in while Rita pursed her lips and laughed politely, obviously not amused.
"Where's your old mum, then? She can't go missing it!" Betty asked Rita.
Rita glanced at Eddie, who glared, and then back at Betty, "Sorry, um...mum can't make it down." She stuttered out.
"Ahh, bless her. Maybe we could pop up and see her later." Betty said with a simpering smile.
Tommy, who had been listening in, leaned forwards and nodded eagerly, "Maybe you could. It's a good idea. What do you think, dad? Maybe Aunty Betty could go and see gran later?"
Eddie glared at his son, "Oh, he loves his gran, this one. Proper little mummy's boy all round!" He laughed it off to Aunt Betty.
"Oh, you know what they say about THEM. Eddie, you want to beat that out of him." Betty suggested.
Eddie laughed loudly, "That's exactly what I'm gonna do." He agreed, throwing Tommy a threatening look, but luckily, the doorbell rang.
With a quick, "I'll get it." Tommy made his escape.
The Doctor stood next to D.I. Bishop as they waited at the Connolly's door, waiting to speak to Tommy, who, by a wonderful twist of fate, opened the front door rather nervously, "Tommy, talk to me." The Doctor ordered, the urgency in his voice causing Tommy to step outside and close the door behind him, "I need to know exactly what happened inside your house."
The front door violently swung open, revealing a raging Mr. Connolly who rounded on Tommy, "What the blazes do you think you're doing?" he spat harshly in his son's face.
"I wanna help, dad." Tommy protested.
"Mr. Connolly..." the Doctor started to say warningly.
The man of the house turned and glared at the Doctor, "Shut your face, you. Whoever you are. We can handle this ourselves." He spat, turning back to his son, "Listen you, little twerp. You're hardly out of the bloomin' cradle, so I don't expect you to understand. But I've got a position to maintain. People round here respect me. It MATTERS what people THINK."
Tommy looked his father almost sadly, "Is that why you did it, dad?" he asked him softly.
"What d'you mean? Did what?" Mr. Connolly retorted, taken aback.
"You ratted on gran. How else would the police know where to look? Unless some coward told them..."
"How DARE you? You think I fought a war just so a mouthy little scum like you could call me a coward?"
Tommy looked at his father with pain in his eyes, "You don't get it, do you? You fought AGAINST fascism, remember? People telling you how to live - who you could be friends with - who you could fall in love with - who could live and who had to die. Don't you get it? You were fighting so that little twerps like me could DO what we want. SAY what we want. Now you've become just like them. You've been informing on everyone, haven't you? Even gran. All to protect your precious reputation." He pointed out with feeling.
The door, which had never been fully closed, was pushed open once again as Rita walked out, staring in horror at her husband, "Eddie...is that true?" she asked her husband.
Eddie looked at his wife, "I did it for US, Rita! She was FILTHY. A filthy, disgusting THING." He spat in protest.
Rita looked at her husband in sad surprise, "She's my mother. All the others - you informed on all the people in our street - our friends." She accused softly.
"I had to." Eddie tried, flailing slightly, "I did the right thing...!" he protested.
"The right thing for us...or for you, Eddie?" Rita pointed out. She gave her husband one long look before turning to her son, "You go, Tommy. You go with the Doctor and do some good. Get away from this house. It's poison. We had a ruddy monster under this roof, all right, but it weren't my mother!" Close to tears, she walked into the house and slammed the door.
"Tommy?" the Doctor asked, offering the boy a way out, and he, without a second glance at his father, left with D.I. Bishop and the Doctor.
Going back inside, Rita settled onto the couch in the living, "What was all that, then?" Aunt Betty asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"That was…that was the sound of something ending. And about time too. Everyone all right?" Feeling very pleased with herself, she looked around the room and saw everyone nod, "Smashing. Nothing's gonna spoil our big day, is it?" She asked as she settled in to watch the Queen's carriage roll through the crowds.
The Doctor, D.I. Bishop, and Tommy walked along the sidewalk paying little attention to the busy people preparing for the post coronation block party, "Tommy, tell me about that night. The night she changed." The Time Lord instructed.
"She was just watching the telly." Tommy said softly with a shrug.
The Doctor blinked and then he paused, thinking back to what Kayla had said. For a second, he imagined that he heard Kayla's voice in his mind say, 'Told you so.' But then he realized the problem in that. Kayla hadn't said anything to him since before D.I. Bishop got him. All she had said was that she was investigating something else, something that had led to her losing her face.
"Kayla said it. She guessed it straight away, of COURSE she did. All these aerials in one little street - how come?"
Tommy shrugged, "Bloke up the road, Mr. Magpie, he's selling them cheap." He answered.
Without waiting for the others, the Doctor started to run off, vaguely hearing D.I. asking something to Tommy, but before the young boy could answer, he yelled, "Come on!" back to them.
Furiously, the Doctor smashed through the glass in Magpie's door to unlock his door, "Here, you can't do that—" D.I. Bishop started to protest, but the Doctor ignored him.
Instead, he strode into the opened door and stalked to the counter, "Shop?" he yelled, starting to bang the small bell on the counter in an angry fashion, "If you're here, come out and talk to me! MAGPIE?" he shouted to the back of the shop.
"Maybe he's out." Tommy suggested.
The Doctor nodded, "Looks like it..." he agreed. Hopping over the counter, he started to rifle through the drawers behind the counter, "Oh, hello...this isn't right. This is very much not right." He said suddenly, drawing out what appeared to be a portable radio and TV cross. Quickly licking it and smacking his lips, the Time Lord ignored the shocked faces of Bishop and Timmy, "Tastes like iron. Bakelite." He noted.
Carefully, the Doctor placed the item onto the counter in front of him, "Put together with human hands, yes, but the design itself..." whipping out his sonic screwdriver, he scanned it and whistled lowly, "Oh, beautiful work. That is so simple." He praised.
"That's incredible. It's like a television, but portable. A portable television!" D.I. Bishop said in shock.
Glancing at the detective in annoyance, the Doctor muttered, "It's not the only power source in this room..." And as his sonic screwdriver whirled, the static gradually faded from the TVs and was soon replaced with different face, all mouthing pleas of help.
"Gran?" Tommy whispered, horrified as he walked over to a screen with an old woman's face on it.
But the Doctor didn't notice the young boy. He didn't notice the horrified gasp from D.I. Bishop. Instead, he knelt in front of one screen which he then placed his hand on, looking at his terrified Kayla Harkness, mouthing 'Doctor' over and over again before glancing around at her surroundings, "Oh Kayla." He couldn't help but say softly, "I'm coming for you." He vowed even though she couldn't hear him.
A sound came from nearby the counter, causing the Doctor to draw his head up and glare at Magpie, "What do you think you're doing?" the…the ape asked in a defensive tone.
The Doctor shot to his feet and turned on the potbellied man, a thunderous expression on his face as he roared, "I want my fiancé restored and I think that's beyond a little backstreet electrician so tell me, who's really in charge here?"
Instead of answering like any person with a brain would, Magpie just flinched, "Yoohoo! I think that must be me." A cheery female voice said. Blinking, the Doctor turned away from the Magpie to find the source, which was a woman on a TV screen, "Ooh, this one's smart as paint." She praised.
Raising an eyebrow, the Doctor started to walk towards the woman. Behind him, he heard D.I. Bishop wonder, "Is she talking to us?"
Still standing where the Doctor left him, Magpie swallowed audibly, "Sorry gentlemen, I'm...I'm afraid you've brought this on yourselves. May I introduce you to my new...friend." he stuttered out, sounding unsure of what to call the woman.
"Jolly nice to meet you." The cheerful woman agreed with a tip of her head.
"Oh my God, it's her, that woman off the telly." Bishop gasped in recognition.
The Doctor shook his head, "No, it's just using her image." He corrected.
"What...what are you?" Tommy asked with fear in his voice.
The woman smiled sweetly at Tommy, almost appearing nice and innocent, "I'm the Wire, and I will gobble you up, pretty boy. Every last morsel. And when I have feasted, I shall regain the corporeal body, which my fellow-kind denied me." She told him as her screen gradually became color.
Once again, Bishop gasped loudly, "Good Lord - color television!" he exclaimed.
If the Doctor hadn't been so angry, he probably would have rolled his eyes. But instead, he glared at the woman with all the contempt he could muster, "So your own people tried to stop you?" he asked with scorn in his voice.
"They executed me. But I escaped - in this form - and fled across the stars." The woman answered, still smiling the sickly sweet smile.
If anything, the smirk on the Doctor's face was one of amusement as he studied the creature, "And now you're trapped in the television." He noted with a slight sneer in his voice.
The smirk faded from the Wire's face and with it, the color drained away from the television, leaving the Doctor to look at the female in black and white once again, "Not for much longer."
The Time Lord felt a tap on his arm, causing him to twitch lightly and looked over at Tommy, "Is this what got my gran?" Tommy asked. The Doctor couldn't help but feel sympathy for the boy, who was trying so hard to not show his fear that it was rather sad.
But the boy deserved the truth, so the Doctor nodded, a grim expression on his face, "Yes, Tommy. It feeds off the electrical activity of the brain, but it gorges itself like a great overfed pig. Taking people's faces, their essences, it stuffs itself."
D.I. Bishop rounded on Magpie, "And you let her do it, Magpie." He pointed out scornfully.
"I had to! She allowed me my face! She's promised to release me at the time of manifestation." Magpie defended.
Tommy's brow furrowed, "What does that mean?" he asked in confusion.
Still on the screen, the Wire smirked, "The appointed time - my crowning glory." She hinted.
Bishop gasped in horror, "Doctor - the coronation!" he warned.
The Doctor nodded in agreement, "For the first time in history, millions gathered around a television set." He started to walk towards her, his voice taking a gloating tone, "But you're not strong enough yet, are you? You can't do it all from here. That's why you need this!" From his back pocket, he whipped out the portable TV, "You need something more powerful! This will turn a big transmitter into a big receiver."
Instead of relenting or turning herself off, the Wire simply nodded and smiled, "What a clever thing you are! But why fret about it? why not just relax? Kick off your shoes and enjoy the coronation. Believe me - you'll be glued to the screen."
Before the Time Lord or the two other humans could do anything, three red tendrils of electricity shot out of the screen and attached themselves to the Doctor's, Tommy's, and Bishop's face, literally sucking them into the TV, "Doctor!" Tommy and Bishop yelled.
The Wire just laughed, "Hungry! Hungry! The Wire is hungry! Ah! This one is tasty. Oh! I'll have lashings of him! Delicious! Ah!" she cried out with joy. But the Doctor wasn't going to lose his face. With very slow movement, the Doctor slipped out his sonic screwdriver, "Armed! He's armed and clever! Withdraw! Withdraw!"
The electricity pulled back, and the Doctor, Tommy, and D.I. Bishop fell to the floor, unconscious.
The first thought that came to the Doctor was that he and Kayla had gone way too far at a party and that he was never drinking again. It then took about a minute for the Doctor to realize that he wasn't on Kayla's or his bed, and, to his knowledge at least, the TARDIS didn't have such an uncomfortable floor…nor did it have a room with a TV store theme.
Sitting up, he looked around as he rubbed his temples, the memories slowly coming back. Oh he hated mental attacks! They always left him feeling rotten and his memories were a jumble, like they were now.
Looking around at his surroundings, he first spied the faceless D.I. Bishop, which was no lost, that man was annoying. Then, he spied the peacefully knocked out Tommy, who thankfully still had a face, "Tommy, wake up! Tommy! Come on!" he said, lightly slapping him the boy on his cheeks.
Opening his eyes groggily, Tommy looked up at him, "What happened?" he asked sleepily.
"Where's Magpie?" the Doctor countered.
Grabbing the boy's hand, the Doctor pulled him to his feet and ran outside with Tommy, only to see that Magpie was gone, "We don't even know where to start looking - it's too late." Tommy moaned.
The Doctor shook his head, "It's never too late, as a wise person once said - Kylie I think...But the Wire's got a big plan...so it'll need...yes, yes, yes, it's got to harness half the population...millions and millions of people...and where are we?" he inquired rapidly.
Tommy blinked for a second before answering, "Muswell Hill."
Smacking his forehead, the Doctor looked around widely, "Muswell Hill - Muswell Hill! Which means..." Spinning around, he pointed at a large building on the horizon, "Alexandra Palace - biggest TV transmitter in North London! Ohh! That's why they chose this place! Tommy?"
"What are you going to do?" Tommy asked.
The Doctor dashed into the shop before he answered, "We're going shopping."
Having run to Alexandra Palace at the same time as putting his stole equipment together, the Doctor looked over at the gasping Tommy as he pointed to the antenna and panted out, "There!"
"Come on!" the Doctor yelled rather excitedly, already setting off.
Before they could get too far, however, an elderly officer stopped them, "Woah, Woah, woah! Where do you think-" Not even letting him finish his sentence, the Doctor all but shoved his psychic paper into the man's face, "Oh! I'm sorry sir! Shouldn't you be at the coronation?" the man wondered in confusion.
The Doctor just shrugged, having no idea how the hell he was supposed to be, "They're saving me a seat."
Seemingly pleased with the answer, the officer waved them on, allowing Tommy and the Doctor to turn the corner, "Who did he think you were?"
The Doctor hardly glanced at his paper, "King of Belgium, apparently." He answered. Wisely, Tommy didn't respond to the odd Time Lord.
Inside the control room of Alexandra Palace, the Doctor was dashing around in a tornado like way as he gathered even more equipment. Having already given up on helping when the Time Lord had snapped at him and paused in his task to go on an one minute rant about how, 'Stupid apes don't know how to actually do what I'm doing.'
"Keep it switched on. Don't let anyone stop you, Tommy. Everything depends on it. You understand?" the Doctor explained quickly. Barely keeping up, Tommy just nodded.
Running back around the corner he and Tommy had run around before, the Doctor started to scramble up the metal stairs and then climb up the transmitter to follow Magpie, all without getting caught up from the magnetic recording tape that was tied around his waist and trailing behind him.
"You'll get yourself killed up there! Your Majesty!"
My line skip didn't work for some reason.
Magpie, who had been climbing up the TV transmitter, finally reached the main plugs, "Feed me!" the Wire cried out.
Feeling rather sick with fear, Magpie plugged his small TV into the main current. The woman laughed loudly as the entire country were pulled in by the red electricity.
"Oh! Feast! Feast...ing! The Wire…is feasting." The woman screamed, sounding almost content.
Magpie, however, was anything but content as he faintly heard the screams of terror and pain as families were sucked into their TVs, "It's too late! It's too late for all of us!" he yelled, having spied the coming Doctor.
Hearing him, the Wire's voice cried out, "I shall consume you...Doctor."
A shot of red electricity hit the Doctor full on in the face, causing the Time Lord to cry out in pain, but it only made him tighten his grip onto the transmitter and grit his teeth, "I won't let you do this, Magpie!" He shouted up at the potbellied man.
The potbellied man looked down at the Time Lord with pain clearly on his face, "Help me Doctor! It burns! It took my face - my soul!" the man sobbed.
"You cannot stop the Wire. Soon I shall become manifest." Once again, the Doctor was blasted again.
"No more of this! You promised me peace!" Magpie suddenly yelled out.
A pause came from the Wire's laughter, "And peace you shall have." She said sinisterly. With one last laugh, she shot Magpie, causing him to blow up into a million pieces.
Not even waiting for a second, the Doctor climbed up the transmitter and grabbed at the portable TV, only for it to shock him with a red energy, "Been burning the candle at both ends? You've overextended yourself missus. You shouldn't have had a crack at poor old Magpie there." Gingerly, he picked up the TV as he was zapped in the foot, "Rubber souls! Swear by them!"
Inserting a switch into the TV, and waited for something to happen, but nothing did.
"Oh dear! Has our little plan gone horribly wrong, Doctor?" the Wire laughed as the Doctor stared around, horrified.
In the control room, the Doctor's 'little plan' had gone horribly wrong. To be exact, Tommy was searching for the machine he had seen out of the corner of his eye spark and break. Having found it, he rattled through the drawers and, as faith would happen, found a new one. Whirling back around, he replaced the item and replugged the machine into the wall.
With a growing smirk, the Doctor watched as a light beam retreated from the country and into the Wire's portable TV, causing the alien to writhe and moan in pain.
Tommy started to grin as he realized that the plan was working.
Still on the transmitter, the Doctor grinned widely, "It's closed down, I'm afraid - and no epilogue." With one last shriek from the Wire, the TV switched off.
Watching the coronation on one of the screen in the control room, Tommy looked up when the Doctor returned to the room, "What have I missed?" the Doctor asked casually.
Tommy positively beamed at the Time Lord, "Doctor! What happened?" he asked in concern.
The Doctor just shrugged, "Sorted. Electrical creature, TV technology, clever alien life form - that's me by the way. I turned the receiver back into a transmitter and I trapped the Wire in here." He indicated the home video he was holding, "I just invented the home video 30 years earlier. Betamax."
A movement catching his eye, the Doctor looked over at the screen to see the Queen still riding through the crowds in her carriage, "Oh look! God save the Queen, eh?"
Having returned to Tommy's street, the Time Lord and boy looked at all the loved ones returning to their families, their faces returned to them, "Gran!" Tommy suddenly cried out.
"Look, it's my grandson! Oh son!" a kind, elderly woman responded.
Turning away as the two were reunited, the Doctor glanced around the crowd, telling himself that he wasn't looking for a brunet. No, he was just watching the love go around.
And then he saw her.
For a second, he thought he couldn't breathe as he stared at the brunet running a hand through her hair. She was just standing there, her blue skirt perfect despite the many creases in it. Looking up, the Doctor and Kayla locked eyes…
Suddenly, they were running towards each other. And the Doctor was crying. Kayla was crying as they fell into each other's arms and they kissed and the Doctor lifted the brunet up and swirled her around.
"Oh Kayla." He murmured.
"Oh Doctor." Kayla replied in the same.
For a few minutes, Kayla and the Doctor debated about staying for the block party, but after seeing Eddie Connolly get kicked out of the house, the couple felt oddly satisfied with what they had done. So bidding a quick farewell to the family, Kayla and the Doctor strolled back into their TARDIS and they flew off.
I am soooo so sorry that it took so long to update. My Microsoft Word was jacked up and I finally fixed it recently, which means everything is back to being updated! YAY!
And OMG guys, this story has 45 reviews! So sweet! If we can get to 50 then I'll put in a preview!
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Lizzybug2000: I knooowww!
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NicoleR85 (2): I can say that Martha and Kayla will be very good friends. And that one of the reasons the Doctor and Kayla picked Martha as their next companion was because she's a doctor.
Once again, I just want to thank you all for being so paitent with me while I worked out my MW and see you next week!
Oh, and happy (late) 4th!