A/N: Surprise! Bet you didn't expect to see me today, eh? Well, I'm in an awesome mood so I thought I'd just pop in and say hello to everyone and surprise you all with a treat! It's 50 days till the anniversary guys! 50 days till the 50th! So here's a celebration treat, a new chapter early! Yay!

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PART II

CHAPTER EIGHT

To Save The Doctor

"What's the quickest way out of here?"

The tunnels are dirty and dank, and echo uncomfortably. The slightest movement of even a mouse makes the loudest sound. The drops of rainwater that have sifted through the dirt make the loudest plopping sounds. Our shoes clomp obnoxiously loud on the wet dirt, and I wince at every movement.

"This way," Jexlan says, leading me on through the tunnels. "These are our tunnels. This was built by the rebellion. I know my way. I can send messages, and we can have backup within ten minutes."

"What sort of back up?" I ask in a hushed whisper.

"My people."

"No weapons. No violence," I say. "The Doctor wouldn't like it."

Jexlan stops in his tracks, and gives me an odd look.

"What are you stopping for?! We don't have time!" I grumble impatiently.

Jexlan moves on, until we've reached a niche in an alcove. There's a small box, invisible to the untrained eye, blending in completely with the dirt and mud. But once Jexlan runs his fingers along the edge, letting the lid fall into a small table, the illusion falls away.

Inside the box is a small device, and Jexlan taps his fingers on in in a specific pattern. A type of Morse code.

"They'll have taken the Doctor to the square. If we can reach him before he hangs, if he can stall them long enough…we might have a chance."

"That's not good enough!" I whisper angrily.

"It will have to be. Those we have hidden in the city will take at least ten minutes to reach him. Beyond that, there is little we can do."

"Why can't we just march up there and free him ourselves?"

Jexlan's eyes go wide with fear.

"I cannot risk—"

I grab him by the arm, eyes glinting dangerously.

"You can't risk what?" I growl.

"It's too dangerous."

"I don't care! I won't let him die! We've got to save him, and you're going to help me. Whatever risk there is…you don't understand. A universe without the Doctor…there is the much greater risk. Without that man, everything…everything will fall to hell. He's as essential to the universe as gravity. And he can help you, with this rebellion. He can, I promise. Now, help me save him."

We glare in each other's eyes for a moment, before something shifts and I see him cave.

"Alright, alright. We've got to move quickly."

"People of the great city of Trenzalore! We gather here today to witness the execution of a traitor most foul! A most just and deserving punishment to fit the most heinous of our crimes!"

The crowd let out a cheer, as above on the gallows stood the Doctor, his hands cuffed behind his back. The crowd jeered and booed, bloodthirsty for an execution. It had been too long in this bloody way and it had been too long since they could enact some form of revenge.

As the crowd roared, they jostled a small woman, dressed in a dark cloak, with her hood covering her eyes and masking her identity. She moved through the crowd, as swift and invisible as shadow, avoiding the flailing elbows and the stomping feet. She simultaneously stuck out and blended in, and no one took her any notice. She moved in quickly, lightly pushing her way through the crowd until she stood a bit of a distance from the base of the platform.

It was only then that she looked up, locking eyes on the doomed man about to be hung. She knew this man, but had never seen him before in her life. He took no notice of her.

"Traitor!" roared the town crier, as he paced the platform in front of the Doctor. "You have been accused of crimes most foul! Conspiring against the great city of Trenzalore, breaking with this one true civilization…and most foul deed of all, impersonation of our Lord God Doctor! And for these heinous crimes, a most foul, deplorable punishment shall be executed to fit the crime! For these crimes, on this day, you shall be hung by the neck until dead. Do you have any final words?"

The Doctor was silent for a moment.

"Only this: That this isn't what's meant to be happening. These people, you…all of you…were meant for so much more than petty war. Put aside this fighting and join together. I am guilty of no crime as I know them by the laws of this planet. I have stood no trial, and cannot be judged guilty or innocent without one. To be put to death, merely by use of a name! I am the Doctor, and that is my name. I have gone by the name of Doctor for 750 years, and I will go by the Doctor until the day I die. To punish a person merely by use of a name is a far more tragic crime than any you claim I have committed."

The town crier glared at the Doctor, before slipping a noose over the Doctor's head.

The woman in the crowd watched, as the man stood tall and proud in the face of execution. With this, she raised a small bow, loaded, and pulled back on the string with an air of someone who had handled one all her life.

Without drawing the notice of those around her, she raised it, aiming it at the Doctor.

She had her orders, after all.

On the platform, the executioner prepared to hang his next victim. As his hand closed around the lever, the Doctor looked down at the crowd, and he locked eyes with the woman. His eyes became alight with the spark of recognition.

She had not been expecting this. She gasped in shock, but her aim remained steady and true. She watched his face flicker from wonder to fear to excitement to astonishment so fast the emotions could hardly be said to have occurred at all. Finally, his face settled on calm acceptance.

"May God have mercy on your soul," shouted the town crier, in a dooming voice.

The executioner gripped the handle, the woman stood poised, ready to fire, and the Doctor stood tall and still with a noose around his neck.

A/N: REVIEW, LOVELY READERS! Tell me who you think the woman is and what she's doing there! I'd love to hear your theories : )