A couple of months had passed and Martha still traveled with him.
He and Martha ran into the Tardis, closely followed by a blast from an energy weapon.
"Get down!" He said frantically, and slammed the door shut. Kiam, strapped to his chest was crying loudly.
"Did they see you?" he asked Martha, as he unstrapped the baby and passed him to her.
"I don't know."
"But did they see you?"
"I don't know. I was too busy running."
"Martha, it's important. Did they see your face?"
"No, they couldn't have."
"Off we go!" He sets the Tardis in motion trying desperately to escape them.
"Argh! They're following us."
"How can they do that? You've got a time machine."
"Stolen technology. They've got a Time Agent's vortex manipulator. They can follow us wherever we go, right across the universe. They're never going to stop, unless. I'll have to do it. Martha, you trust me, don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Because it all depends on you."
"What does? What am I supposed to do?"
He held out an ornately decorated pocket watch. "Take this watch, because my life depends on it. This watch, Martha. The watch is"
-DW-
He wakes up in a room with paneled walls. He looks at the baby asleep by his side, who had decided that instead of sleeping, it was time to play. He smiles at him and gets out of bed, and hears a knock at the door.
"Come in."
Martha entered wearing a maid uniform. She turns her back when she sees he isn't fully dressed.
"Pardon me, Mister Smith. You're not dressed yet. I can come back later."
He pulled on a dressing gown and then leaned down and picked up the squirming baby. "No, it's all right, it's all right. Put it down. I was er. Sorry, sorry. Sometimes I have these extraordinary dreams."
She sat the tray down on a table by the leather settee and draws the curtains
"What about, sir?"
"I dream I'm this adventurer. This daredevil, a madman. The Doctor, I'm called. And last night I dreamt that you were there, as my companion."
"A teacher, a child and a housemaid, sir? That's impossible.
"I'm a man from another world, though and this little guy is too." He says happily, tickling the baby's stomach.
"Well it can't be true because there's no such thing."
"This thing. The watch is." He picked up the watch and held it for a moment before placing it back on the Mantlepiece. "Ah, it's funny how dreams slip away. But I do remember one thing; it all took place in the future. In the Year of Our Lord two thousand and seven."
"I can prove that wrong for you, sir. Here's the morning paper. It's Monday, November tenth, nineteen thirteen, and you're completely human, sir. As human as they come."
"Mmm, that's me. Completely human."
-DW-
"Excuse me, ma'am." one of the boys said.
Joan met up with him. He was carrying a large stack of books in one arm and Kiam in the other.
"Oh, good morning, Mister Smith."
He drops some of the books "There we go."
"Let me help you." She offered.
"No, no, I've got it, no. Er, how best to retrieve? Tell you what. If you could take him." He passes Kiam over to her and then leans down and picks up the fallen books."No harm done. So, er, how was Jenkins?"
"Oh just a cold. Nothing serious. I think he's missing his mother more than anything," she replied.
"Oh, we can't have that." he looked sadly at the baby who had never known his mother. She had died in childbirth.
"He received a letter this morning, so he's a lot more chipper. I appear to still be holding your son."
"Yes, so you are. Sorry, sorry. Just let me." He tried to shift all the books to one arm again.
"No, why don't I hold him"
"Ah, brilliant idea. Brilliant. Perfect. Division of labour."
"We make quite a team."
"Don't we just."
"So, Were you going in any particular direction?"
"Yes. This way." he led her down a smaller corridor. "I always say, Matron, give the boys a good head of steam, they'll soon wear themselves out."
"Truth be told, when it's just you and me, I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern. Matron sounds rather well, matronly."
"Ah. Nurse Redfern it is then."
"Though we've known each other all of two months, you could even say Joan."
"Joan?"
"That's my name."
"Well, obviously."
"And it's John, isn't it and your son's name is Kiam"
"Yes, yes, it is, yes."
They stopped at the notice board at the top of a flight of stairs.
"Have you seen this, John? The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow. It's nothing formal, but rather fun by all accounts. Do you think you'll go?"
"I hadn't thought about it. I haven't been out since Kiam's mother..."
" I'm sorry, It's just been ages since I've been to a dance, only no one's asked me."
He starts to back away nervously.
"Well, I should imagine that you'd be, er, I mean, I never thought you'd be one for. I mean, there's no reason why you shouldn't. If you do, you may not. I, I probably won't, but even if I did then I couldn't. I mean I wouldn't want to" he stammered.
"The stairs."
"What about the stairs?"
"They're right behind you."
He felt himself slip and go down the stairs with books and papers flying everywhere. He looks back up the stairs, his face turning red with embarrassment and feeling relief at the same time to see Kiam, still safely in Joan's arms, grinning down at his father.
Thank you to all my readers. Bare with me I am going to be following the next couple episodes more closely because I think it is a good time to show more interaction with his son.