Two chapters today because I've been really motivated. Let me know what you think - I hope you like it.


Abbey Who Chapter Three

A few hours later – she wasn't sure if it would really count as the morning since when you're living in a time machine it's always day and always night – she woke up at the desk, her head buried in the diary.

She sat up straight and saw there was a huge blue ink stain on her left hand. She groaned and headed to the bathroom around the corner.

"Woah," The Doctor laughed when they bumped into each other at the turn. "What happened to you?"

"Huh?"

"What like happened with the –," he gestured to her face, mimicking what she'd done the first time they met.

"I don't know. Why? What's on my face?" she self-consciously covered it.

"Doing some arts and crafts by any chance?" he joked.

She smiled sarcastically and went into the bathroom. Blimey she looked like a smurf-human offspring. She'd gotten ink all over the left side of her face. That's the first and last time she would ever write the diary when she should be in bed, she decided.

She cursed under her breath and hopped into the shower. She wished she had one of these showers at home, you just get in, you're sprayed with water, soap and all the essentials, then there's a gust of warm air and you're good as new.

She got out and headed to the wardrobe they'd gone scavenging for before going to France. Amy was already in there, deciding between two short denim skirts: one black, one grey.

"Mornin'," she greeted.

"Morning," Abigail replied, walking over to the jeans rack.

"Do you know where we're going today?" she asked, flicking through the many blue jeans to find some that looked like they fit.

"No idea, but I for one want to go to a planet."

"Yeah that'd be great. I got to go to the moon but he extended the gravity field and the main reason people want to go to the moon is because there's a low gravity level."

"Oh yeah I thought I heard you saying something about that when I was outside…How old are you by the way? I don't think I asked."

"I'm fifteen. You?"

"Twenty one."

"So…what's it like in Ledworth?"

"Oh you know . . . quiet. Bit boring . . . but Rory's there so I put up with it."

"So you and Rory are still together?"

"Yep," she laughed. "And it's about to get a lot more serious…"

"How?" Abigail finally found the right size and had moved over to the jumpers.

"Do you promise not to tell The Doctor?"

"Yeah. I'm good at keeping secrets." Usually because she forgets what people tell her, but she left that part out.

"I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Oh . . . oh…" Abigail knew it was guessable but she was still surprised.

"Yeah. Oh."

"Do you not want to?"

"No I do it's just. Oh I don't know. This little holiday will give me time to think things out."

"Yeah…you're right." Abigail's thoughts immediately flashed to Ms Robinson's tear streaked orange face.

"Sorry. There's something I have to get over with," she said, taking a black and white patterned jumper off it's hanger and going back to her bedroom.

She took the phone out of the bedside drawer and dialled. When someone picked up she spoke before they had a chance to, "My foster mother, Susan Robinson's been mugged by Dave Nicholson. Look I have to go, she'll explain everything." she gave the address and hung up, taking a deep breath.

With a clear conscious and new clothes she went down stairs to the console room. The Doctor and Amy were already there. She'd chosen the grey denim skirt. "Where are we going today?" Abigail asked sitting down on one of the plush chairs.

-x-

"Going to visit Winston Churchill – I put him off for a day which was very rude of me."

"Oh yeah. The phone call." she'd completely forgotten that the prime minister had called him right after they'c left Starship UK. The Doctor had told him they were on the way but Winston needn't know that he was lying.

"You like properly know Winston Churchill?" Amy asked.

"Yes. Beat him at chess one time."

"What does he want you for?" Abigail wondered.

"I dunno, maybe just a friendly chat…"

"Okay…" she said doubtfully.

"Ugh. We're gonna have to do more runnin' aren't we?" Amy complained.

"Possibly…" he replied.

"Amy, Abbey – Winston Churchill."

"Doctor."

"Oh, Winston, my old friend," The Doctor said extending his hand to shake.

Oh my God it was actually him. The real Winston Churchill. And soldiers pointing guns at us. How lovely, she thought.

But the old prime minister didn't shake his hand, he held out his palm for The Doctor to hand him something.

"Ha," The Doctor laughed, "Every time."

"What's he after?" Amy asked.

"TARDIS key of course."

"Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor. Think of all the lives that could be saved," Winston begged.

"Doesn't work like that I'm afraid," The Doctor said, shutting the TARDIS door. The war was a fixed point in time, Abigail remembered. As were all wars that happened. The Doctor stops the ones that aren't fixed points.

"Must I take it by force?"

"I'd like to see you try."

Winston smiled for a moment. "At ease," he ordered the soldiers.

"You rang."

Winston lead us to the roof and introduced Professor Edwin. Seeing the future was one thing but seeing the past was even more surreal. Just thinking of all the people out there that will be dead soon made her shiver. All the people they'd seen since they got there are dead now. Some could even be dead within a matter of weeks. Days even.

Abigail's thoughts were cut off by the sound of lasers and rays of light shooting at the distant enemy planes in the sky.

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"That wasn't human, that was never human technology. It sounded like…show me. Show me what that was," The Doctor said, running up to Professor Edwin.

"Advance."

"Our new secret weapon," Winston answered.