A/N: From season 13 to season 3!
This one took me a while but here it is!
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1963 AD/CE
Kathy walks past EMI Recording Studios otherwise known as Abbey Road Studios (or will be), smirking at the building in amusement as she recalls how famous it will become. This clearly causes her to be too distracted and allows her not to see the person standing directly in her path.
"Oh!" Kathy and the other woman yelp as they collide.
Kathy staggers back, laughing slightly. "Sorry about that, really should look where I'm going but I was just—"
Kathy's voice trails off and her smile drops somewhat as she sees the girl's strange behaviour. She looks like someone of the period, dressed in a mustard yellow mini skirt, grey/white short-sleeved over blouse and orangey lace-up go-go boots with long brown hair up in a worn middle-parted and curled at the ends but there's something off about her. Kathy swears she's seen this girl before…
"Sorry, erm," Kathy clears her throat, "do I know you?"
The girl blinks rapidly, her brown eyes wide and staring at Kathy in an awestruck manner of sorts, with her mouth open in shock. The girl even stands there stiffly, frozen in pure amazement and horror. Kathy glances over her shoulder, wondering if the girl is staring at something behind her. But there is nothing more than the normal citizens strolling about the streets.
"Umm... are you all right there?" Kathy asks the girl, concerned that something is wrong. The girl jolts herself out of her daze, slightly tripping on her feet.
"W–what?" The girl stutters out. But then abruptly her hands wheel out as she tries to regain her balance but it is too late, however, as she stumbles towards Kathy. The umbrella clattering towards the floor.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Kathy responds hurriedly. She catches the girl by her arms, holding her in place as she regains her balance, checking on the girl and making sure she is all right. But then Kathy jerks back as they both suddenly bump their heads sharply together when the girl tries to quickly pull back.
Each exclaim "Ow!" and recoil as they rub their sore heads.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I am such a flake." The girl apologises immediately.
Kathy can see how the girl has a dark blush spreading around the freckles on her cheeks but she gives a reassuring grin, hoping not to cause the girl any more embarrassment for the day.
"No worries. I'm okay as long as you are." She assures the girl.
The girl grins lightly, but tugs on right her earlobe as if still unsure. "Yeah, um, totally. I'm cool. Uh, yep! Just the world's biggest clutz." She laughs nervously.
"Oh, I hear you there. I'm always tripping on my own feet if I don't watch it." Kathy laughs, giving the girl a bright smile as she momentarily forgets how familiar the face of this girl is. Where does she know her from?
Kathy shakes her head and holds out a hand. "Hi, I'm Katherine Davis, but you can call me Kathy. Everyone else does." She grins, finding it humorous how the girl blinks even more in confusion and bewilderment.
"Oh? Oh! Right. Names. Umm…" the girl responds, staring at Kathy's hand as if unsure whether she should truly shake with the blonde girl. "Joan... Smith. Joan Smith. Yep, that's me." The girl chuckles awkwardly, shaking Kathy's hand finally.
Kathy smiles, knowing the girl must still feel embarrassed by her little mishap. "Nice to meet you, Joan Smith."
"Ah, nice to meet you, too," Joan replies, giving an uncertain grin.
"Ivy!"
They turn to see a girl whose blonde hair is tied up into a bee hive style and who wears a monochrome mini-dress ensemble with matching lace-up white go-go boots. Kathy swears she looks familiar too.
"Come on!" The other girl urges the one in front of Kathy, grabbing her upper arm in eager urgency. "They'll be in the studio now, you can't miss– oh, sorry." She finishes awkwardly as she notices Kathy.
Kathy goes to dismiss her apology but then realises something. "I thought you said your name was Joan?" She says to Joan/Ivy.
The girl stands there stiff and frozen in pure horror again but no longer awestruck or shocked. "Er, um," she laughs awkwardly, "Did I?" The girl looks panicked. "Ah, well I must've misspoke. Anyway, er, got to go. Ruby?"
The look she gives 'Ruby' is coming from a place of pure desperation while her friend stares at her in bewilderment before nodding slowly.
"Er, yeah, sorry. Gotta go." Ruby says to Kathy.
Ivy then yanks on her friend's arm and practically runs away.
It's then that Kathy clocks where she'd seen both girls before. Kathy had seen Ivy (maybe Joan though that seems a fake name) back in New York in 1938 with future Kathy, River, Eleven and Amy as they'd gotten in a car to go save Rory.
Ruby, she remembers, from when she'd been in the Doctor's timeline when she was with Eleven and Clara. Her, along with a Doctor Kathy didn't realise, had been saving a young girl that looked an awful lot like her mother.
And now they're together? Kathy's now properly confused.
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1969 AD/CE
It only seems to get worse.
This thought flies through Kathy's head as she stares at the girl her boss had introduced as their new recruit at the bar Kathy works at. She had been away, seeing Ashildr and Carlyle.
"Kathy? Do you want to introduce yourself to our new employee?" Her boss, John, prompts.
Kathy shakes herself out of her frozen shock. "Er, yeah, sorry um, Kathy Davis." She holds out her hand to a very familiar woman who's just been introduced to her as Clara Oswald.
'Clara' smiles brightly, returning the handshake with great enthusiasm. "You too!"
Er, yeah…
"So, Clara, why have you decided to work at a bar for then?" Kathy asks her, trying to make polite conversation.
The brunette smiles at Kathy. "Oh, I need some extra cash and had to get a second job," Clara tells her. She hesitates before chuckling to herself. "Sorry, I know we've just met, but you look... I don't know... familiar." She says, a frown on her face as she looks at Kathy.
All Kathy can do is smile at her as they move behind the bar. "I... uh, used to travel for a living. Well, usually. Taking some time off, you know, going back to the normal life for a while." Kathy tells the woman, trying not to give too much away.
"But why do I recognise you? Have we met before?" Clara questions.
"Oh, Clara…" Kathy says, quickly turning away from Clara and to their new customer.
She knew how to deal with the Victorian Clara (or at least she thought she did, surprise kiss notwithstanding) but this Clara is entirely new. She doesn't want to watch her die again if that's happening again.
—
"She just won't let up, you know." Anthony Pond grumbles. The boy is 23 years old now and a young adult in human terms. He had called to complain; to complain about his mother's intrusion into, well, everything.
"Your mother loves you," Kathy tells him.
"Yeah, sure, just wish she'd calm down!"
She had been on her way home when her scanner beeped, alerting her to an incoming call and saw it was a call from the Ponds. She'd left another similar device to hers with them invade they ever needed to quickly contact her when she's not with them. With that in mind, Kathy had answered worriedly as well as stepping into the shadows as, while it was late, she didn't want an unsuspecting pedestrian to catch sight of future technology.
"Just listen to your mother," Kathy replies, her eyes flickering around her.
"Urgh, that's what River says," Anthony grumbles.
"Well, listen to your sister then." Kathy retorts.
She says goodbye to Anthony and that's when she feels it. A tether in her mind snapping together. Her head snaps up, eyes dart around as if she can feel the source of the faint and familiar pull. It's faint but it's there.
Kathy drops everything and only just has enough time to remember her keys before she high-tails it out of the house.
She follows the pull as she runs down the streets, both of her hearts pounding in her chest as she goes. Kathy turns a corner before skidding to a stop. There in front of her are the Doctor and Martha dusting themselves off and getting on their feet. She'd been hovering around London for a bit longer than she planned, waiting for the Tenth Doctor and Martha's appearance.
The next thing she knows, she is barrelling towards them.
"Oh, I hate travelling like that." The Doctor says, patting down the pockets of his coat. "Nasty way to travel."
Kathy hugs him. "Doctor!"
"Kathy!" The Doctor cries happily, returning the hug tightly.
She pulls away and looks over at the woman standing and watching the pair. "Hi, Martha. You two been having fun?" Kathy asks. She pulls the companion into a tight hug.
"Well, we were," Martha replies, giving the Doctor a firm and rather annoyed look as she pulls away from the hug.
"Ah, yes, Wester Drumlins then being sent back in time by the touch of an Angel?" She remarks. "Sounds like a totally fun place."
And she hopefully wouldn't have to interact with any Angels this time.
"Oh, you know everything already, don't you?" Martha asks her, her eyes gleaming a little. Kathy just nods, letting her know that she did. "Great, so where are we?"
Kathy turns and gestures at the world – i.e. an alleyway – in front of her. "Welcome to 1969. Richard Nixon becomes the 37th President of the United States, the start of Sesame Street, the internet, and how can we forget the moon landing as well. So much to look forward to." Kathy tells them, keeping a rather large smile on her face.
"So, you know what's going on and what's going to happen then?" The Doctor asks her.
"Just about," Kathy replies, turning on her heel and urges Martha and the Doctor to follow her back to her house. "Anyway, you're going to be here for a while so we need somewhere to stay. Come on you two. You can stay with me until this is all resolved."
"So what else can your all-knowing power tell us, Kathy?" Martha asks eagerly as they walk along.
"Spoilers, Miss Jones, spoilers," Kathy tells her.
—
"Do you want a drink?" Kathy asks, opening the cupboard in her kitchen that holds her mismatched mugs.
The Doctor and Martha sit at the table. The companion had taken up Kathy's offer of a shower and a change of clothes while the Doctor had been happy with only shrugging off his jacket and wiping his face with a cloth and bowl of water.
"Tea, please." Martha requests with a smile.
The Doctor nods. "Me too."
As the kettle clicks, letting Kathy know it has finished boiling. She quickly sets about making their cups of tea before finally bringing them over to the table, placing them down as she takes the seat across from the Doctor and Martha.
"So, what happened?" Kathy asks curiously.
"Don't you know?" Martha asks, confused.
"No. I know you get sent back by an Angel, probably at Wester Drumlins either because of the notes Sally Sparrow had given you or some other reason but that's it on how you got here." Kathy explains.
"Well, we did go to Wester Drumlins because this one was too curious for his own good." Martha sends the Doctor a pointed look.
The Doctor sits up indignantly. "Oi! I was making sure my timeline was on track. Sally's notes said where we needed to be."
Martha rolls at him before continuing to explain, "And then, we were looking at the photos Sally gave us, wondering what to do next when the Angel in the picture started to move and the Angel came out of the photo!"
"W–wait, the Angel came out of the picture?" Kathy questions, shocked.
Obviously, she knew that an image of an Angel becomes an Angel but that hadn't been an issue until the crash of the Byzantium but it wouldn't be unrealistic if Sally's folder full of pictures of Weeping Angels wouldn't be an issue.
"Anyway, these Angels are going to steal the TARDIS," Martha says slowly. "And this Sally Sparrow woman is going to help us get the TARDIS back, then?"
"Yep, I promise. Cross my hearts." Kathy nods. "Now we are all here, all we have to do is wait for Billy to show up. Once he does, we record the 'Easter Egg' for Sally and wait." Kathy rattles off. "The Angels will be quantum locked forever and we will have the TARDIS back. Easy. Well, mostly easy."
"What do you mean, mostly?" Martha asks her curiously.
Kathy can't help but smirk at her. "Because now we have to live in a house, with the Doctor, while he makes a device to let us know when Billy has arrived. He's going to be destroying all of my kitchen appliances." She says, groaning as she speaks her last sentence.
"Oi, I am not that bad, thank you very much." The Doctor cries, giving Kathy a nudge with his foot. He winces then. "How long do we have to wait?"
Kathy shrugs. "No idea. The show never really had a proper timeline."
The Doctor loudly groans, "Urrrggghhh!"
Kathy gives a disapproving glare that Martha snickers at. "Now, don't go whining. It's not that bad to take the slow path. You can live."
The Doctor huffs. Martha pats him sympathetically on the bag. Or it would've been sympathetic if she wasn't laughing as she does it.
—
Kathy sighs as she stands in her kitchen as she talks on her scanner. "You can't see him, Amy. You know this. It's a different point in his timeline. He doesn't know who you are."
She knows why Amy is calling. She'd left a message for her and Rory, warning them of the Doctor's presence in her home for a (hopefully) short while.
Kathy had left Martha and Doctor in the middle of a card game of Monopoly in the living room when she'd seen her scanner beep. Though, Kathy is someone regretting suggesting playing Monopoly as the Doctor insists on playing the tenth millennium edition rather than the normal Earth edition. This has led to arguments between him and Kathy and Martha as the latter two accuse him of cheating but the Doctor retorts that he's playing the 'more fun' version.
The Doctor and Martha have been staying with her for a couple of days now. The Doctor had been eager to get on with leaving messages to Sally but both Kathy and Martha argued that they didn't need to do it straight away.
"I know, I know." Amy answers and then asks hesitantly, "But is he– is he okay?"
Kathy smiles softly. "Yes. You don't need to worry, I'm looking after him."
"Erm, okay, good, good."
"Kathy?" She hears behind her.
Kathy spins round, panicked, to find the Doctor standing at the doorway of her kitchen looking confused.
"Um, I have to go, okay?" Kathy speaks into her scanner device.
"Oh, um, of course, take care!" Amy hurriedly replies before Kathy ends the call.
"Who are you talking to?" The Doctor asks curiously.
"Spoilers," Kathy replies, shrugging apologetically.
"Hint?"
"Don't worry. It's a good friend, practically family." Kathy assures him.
The Doctor nods, accepting her answer. As she walks behind him, back to Martha, Kathy sighs in relief at his acceptance.
—
A month has passed since they had first arrived in 1969 and things start to get into a routine. Martha has managed to get herself a job working in a local clothing store, a 20 minute walk away from the house that they were sharing.
Kathy had argued that Martha doesn't need a job as Kathy already has one plus she's saved up a bunch but Martha had insisted, saying she can't stand the idea of waiting around doing nothing.
The problem is that Kathy works in the evenings mostly while Martha is during the day meaning the Doctor would be left on his own. It wasn't a problem at first when Kathy had sneakily managed to get him to find a job working in a chemist close by as the Doctor, being bored, had still been managing to cause trouble. Sadly, it didn't work out. He somehow managed to scare off half the customers but when asked by the girls what he had done, he would refuse to answer and go back to fiddling with the toaster.
Another thing that is driving both girls up the wall is his constant ability to course small fires, explosions, and even sending half of London into a blackout while he claimed to be trying to stop the rattling in the fridge. Needless to say, Kathy isn't pleased.
Kathy stares him down. She'd been called in early for work.
"Now Doctor, do you remember the rules?" She asks, slipping on a pair of shoes at the doorway to the lounge.
"Yes." He pouts and stops flickering through the channels on the small television, switching it off. "No leaving the flat unless I tell either you or Martha." Kathy nods. "No 'improving' unless you're here. No cooking or cleaning unless it's for myself. Do I have to repeat everything?"
"No." Kathy smiles. "I'm just making sure. Martha's working late and I won't be back until early morning so you'll be alone for a while, think you can handle it?"
"Of course."
"No fires?"
"No fires." The Doctor nods.
—
Kathy, despite her shock and panic, gets along with this Clara, which is not a surprise as it is just another version of Clara, her friend. Kathy shows her the ropes and they soon get into a good rhythm when they share the same shift and often walk part of the way home together. Kathy feels more comfortable knowing where she stands with her.
One night, after a sudden call to come into work early for her shift, Kathy's not paying attention. One minute, her and this version of Clara are walking side by side on the pavement, chatting and laughing. The next thing Kathy knows, she is quickly being pulled back by the dark-haired woman as a car comes rushing past where she was about to step.
"Christ, that was close. Thanks." Kathy says, watching as the car carries on speeding down the road. Clara, or a version of Clara, has saved her life once again.
"Are you okay?" Clara asks her, her face full of concern.
All Kathy can do is smile at her. "Well, I wouldn't be if you hadn't have been here. Thank you, Clara Oswald, I do believe you just saved my life."
"Yeah, uh, it was nothing," Clara says, embarrassed.
It's only then that Kathy notices their proximity or the way Clara's still holding onto her. Their eyes lock together and stare at each other for a moment. A flush of pink blooms across Clara's cheeks and her lips part slightly as she inhales
Then Clara grabs Kathy's face in both hands and kisses her. Kathy stands there, unresponsive, but then she leans in, kissing her back. Kathy feels Clara's hands moving from her temples to the back of her neck, her hair, and Clara kisses and kisses and kisses her, until she makes a noise that breaks the silence and—
Just as suddenly, Kathy shoves Clara roughly enough that she staggers backwards, releasing Kathy's face. Kathy is standing there eyes wide, mouth ajar ever so slightly.
"I– I can't…" She can't do this again, getting attached to another Clara is not a good idea.
Before Kathy can even think about it, she spins on her heels, running off through the streets at double time, rounding the corner, eyes watering.
What is it with Clara's echoes wanting to kiss her?
—
Kathy feels shaky when she returns to her house, hoping Martha and the Doctor will not notice as well as trying to come up with a plan on what to do about Echo Clara.
Turns out, Clara's echo kissing her is the least of her worries as she walks into the house and her mouth drops. The scene that confronts her is something else.
Martha is standing in front of the Time Lord, glaring at him while the Doctor himself is covered in chicken feathers and chicken blood. His hair is slightly damp and he is dressed in a different suit to the one he had been wearing that mourning, leaving Kathy at the conclusion that he had been forced to change, taking a shower at the same time.
The two spin around when they hear Kathy enter.
"I can explain everything." The Doctor quickly says.
"I should hope so," Kathy remarks, coming out of her own shock as she picks up a feather, eyeing it. "Doctor, why are there feathers all around here? And for that matter, blood?"
He gestures to the room. "I was going to clean it up."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Martha asks, staring at her friend in disbelief.
"Because this is the Doctor we're talking about," Kathy replies. Also, she's coming to the conclusion that is the timey-wimey detector chicken incident that happened during this story.
"Hey!" The Doctor shouts, disgruntled. "I am still here you know."
"Then start explaining." Martha turns, crossing her arms as she looks coldly at him; Kathy is suddenly struck by how much Martha looks like her mother.
"Well," the Doctor begins explaining, dropping the mop and showing them a familiar (to Kathy) radio-like device. "I was testing my timey-wimey detector."
"You're what?" Martha blinks at him. Kathy shakes her head, trying not to laugh.
"My timey-wimey detector." The Doctor repeats, looking slightly disappointed that Kathy isn't helping him. "It goes ding when there's stuff. Kathy told me to make a Temporal Anomaly Detector so we'll know when Billy turns up, only it didn't seem to like being in the same room as the chicken."
"Oh yes, I did, didn't I?" Kathy winces as Martha's glare spins onto her (though it's actually Kathy's house that's been trashed and not Martha's).
"You knew he was going to do this?!" The companion cries.
"I didn't know it would happen inside! The episode only referenced some incident with chickens!" Kathy defends.
Martha huffs, shoving a mop into the Doctor's hands and storms off leaving Kathy and the Doctor amongst the mess.
—
Kathy waits until Martha has finished with the women before walking up to her. "I don't think I've ever seen this place so packed with customers." She remarks, eyeing the room that's still relatively busy considering it's nearly closing time before glancing at Martha who looks extremely stressed.
"Two of the other girls called in sick this morning, leaving me to deal with all of this." Martha sighs, wiping her forehead with the long sleeve of her mini dress. "The owner, Mr Byrne, told us last week that today would be a sale. Still, I get paid extra so we won't have to worry about any more fire damage costs."
"I'm still trying to work out how he could have caused the mass blackout with only a human hammer. Sadly, I doubt that we'll ever know." Kathy smiles, shaking her head.
Martha narrows her eyes, hands on hips. "Now I think about it, you didn't about this one, did you?"
"Of course not!" Emma cries indignantly though she can't blame Martha. Wouldn't you be suspicious after The Chicken Incident? (Capitals necessary especially as Kathy's not thinking of any other incidents that night).
"Are you sure?"
"Positive!"
"I'll make dinner tonight." Martha then offers, still eyeing Kathy suspiciously, as she waves goodbye to the last of the customers before turning round the sign on the door to indicate they're closed.
"I wouldn't worry about it." Kathy shakes her head. "The Doctor's planed us a trip."
"Where?" Martha asks, looking unsure if she really wants to know.
"We have to paint the message to Sally Sparrow tonight," Kathy says, smiling when Martha groans.
Yeah, Kathy's not too thrilled about going to Wester Drumlins either.
—
The Doctor, Kathy, and Martha creep through the old house, carrying everything they will need to leave the message and cover it so Sally will find it via peeling the wallpaper back. It doesn't take them long before they locate the right room at the back of the house, and quickly set to work; both girls force the Doctor to do the painting while they prepare the wallpaper, all the while keeping an eye out for more Angels.
Kathy feels shivers every time she looks around the room, thinking of when she was a little girl making the mistake of wandering in to see what her dad was watching before running out of the room screaming because of a feral Weeping Angel appearing on the screen.
Eventually, they have: 'BEWARE THE WEEPING ANGELS! OH, AND DUCK! REALLY, DUCK! SALLY, SPARROW DUCK, NOW!'
Followed by: LOVE FROM THE DOCTOR, KATHY DAVIS AND MARTHA JONES (1969)
Kathy's helping Martha glue the wallpaper back where it was when she feels someone wiping what feels like cobwebs on her back. She yelps in surprise and turns to find a grinning Doctor. Kathy glares at him and throws the brush she'd been using to apply the glue to the back of the wallpaper at him, hitting his back as he tries to run away. Martha laughs at the two of them.
After they have stopped messing around with each other, they quickly set back to finishing putting the wallpaper back up and making sure to peel a piece back so some of the writing is visible, hopefully, one day leading Sally to their message.
"Can we go now?" Martha asks as they stand back, looking at their work. "This place is creepy."
"Yes, let's," Kathy replies eagerly, happy to get out of this place.
"It's beautiful!" The Doctor retorts, looking around the dark room.
"No, no it isn't," Kathy argues. Martha nods in enthusiastic agreement.
The Doctor pouts and sulkily stomps after Kathy and Martha as the two eagerly take their leave.
—
A week later while the trio are enjoying a quiet evening of watching an old movie on the television, the Doctor's timey-wimey detector begins dinging like an old telephone would. They quickly grab the device as it continues to ding and follow its instructions on where to go.
They make their way through an alleyway just as a young man, who Kathy recognises, falls against the wall, sliding to the floor after appearing out of thin air, dressed in clothing from the 21st century. Kathy knows he must be feeling disorientated, she can tell by the way he is trying to blink the spots out of his eyes.
"Welcome!" The Doctor calls to him, as the trio approach, the device still beeping and whirring in the Doctor's hands.
"Hello." Kathy smiles. "Don't worry, we're here to help... sort of."
"Where am I?" Billy asks, groaning, as they get a little closer.
"1969." Kathy smiles gently as the device the Doctor is carrying beeps.
"Not bad, as it goes." The Doctor remarks. "You've got the moon landing to look forward to."
"Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went four times, back when we had transport." Martha says, giving the Doctor a very firm look.
"Yeah, calm down, Miss Jones, we're working on it," Kathy tells her quietly, watching the confusion on Billy's face.
The question she had been waiting for him to ask soon comes from his lips. "How did I get here?"
"Same way we did, well, Martha and I. The touch of an Angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year." The Doctor tells him, before sliding down the wall and sitting on the ground beside him, stopping Billy as he tries to stand. "No, no. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour."
"You'll be all right, Billy," Kathy reassures him, giving him a sad smile as she crouches in front of him. She knows what is coming next, and she knows he isn't going to like it.
"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye." The Doctor explains. "You die in the past, and in the present, they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy."
Billy just looks at him blankly, before turning to Kathy. "What in God's name is he talking about?"
"Tip for the future, just smile and nod. He's about to go into another little rant." Kathy tells him.
"Tracked you down with this." The Doctor informs him, showing him his homemade device. "This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."
"I don't understand. Where am I? Billy asks once more.
Kathy lets out a sigh. "You're in 1969, Billy. That statue that you were looking at, the Angel with its hands covering its eyes? That was a Weeping Angel, and a touch from an Angel sends you back in time."
"Normally, we'd offer you a lift home." The Doctor says, bringing him out of his shock. "But somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry, Billy. I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you a while."
They stay there for a few more minutes, Billy still collecting himself and letting everything sink in while Kathy looks at him with worry. She knows he is going to be all right in the end, that he will have a happy life, but she knows it is going to be hard for him.
—
"My fiancé?!" The Doctor exclaims, Martha laughs at the panicked look on his face.
Kathy stands at the fridge, looking for something to munch on. "Uh-huh." She replies with a nod, pulling out some cheese, ham and butter for her sandwich. "Even in 1969 it's strange for two women and a man to be living together, it was the first thing that came to my head."
"But my fiancé?" He repeats and she shoots him a smirk.
"Oh, you should be so lucky." She teases, setting Martha into another fit of giggles. She quickly makes herself a cheese and ham sandwich, sitting next to Martha at her dining table.
"But you're not my fiancé!"
She rolls her eyes. "Oh does it matter?" She replies. "Billy's coming around like you wanted. You'd better get ready for him, actually. I think he'll be here soon."
She had bumped into Billy and a girl he was chatting to, Sally (not 21st century Sally), and invited them over, particularly so they can go over the whole DVD thing.
The Doctor does what she says, leaving the room in a bit of a huff. She lifts the sandwich to her mouth, taking a bite.
"You really couldn't think of another lie?" Martha asks her.
"Yeah, loads," Kathy replies after chewing through her mouthful. "But Billy's girlfriend looked a bit startled and I wanted to reassure her I wasn't trying to get my claws into him, so to speak. I had thought of calling you my fiancé but then I remembered the gender thing as we're in the 60s so I went with him instead."
"Well, I'm flattered. Maybe you're the one I was meant to fall for."
The attempted joke somewhat falls flat as they're reminded once again of Martha's one-sided longing for the Doctor.
—
After Billy had initially plopped into 1969, they'd set him up with a new place to live and a job at the local recording studio. Kathy had gotten a job there herself after finding a sudden desire to leave her job at the pub where the Clara Echo works and had worked on making sure Billy had a job for when he'd arrived. It was weird convincing them to hire Billy even though they had never met him.
The local recording studio is where they are now as they, just like in the show, getting ready to record the easter egg for Sally to watch. Kathy looks at the prompter, reading from behind the camera with Billy and Martha as the Doctor sits in front of them, ready to be recorded.
He's the Doctor.
"Yup. That's me." The Doctor says.
Kathy watches the Doctor talking to the camera, hearing Sally and Larry in her head now as well. She finds it rather amusing, the Doctor reading the autocue while Kathy just stands there grinning away.
Okay, that was scary.
No, it sounds like he's replying, but he always says that.
"Yes, I do." The Doctor nods.
And that.
"Yep, and this."
He can hear us. Oh, my God, you can really hear us.
Of course, he can't hear us. Look! I've got the transcript, see, everything he says. 'Yep, I do.' 'Yep, and this.' Next is...
"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" The Doctor cuts in just as the promoter indicates Larry says the same thing.
Sorry.
Who are you?
"I'm a time traveller. Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969." The Doctor informs her, looking straight at the camera.
Martha decides to push her way into view as well. "We're stuck. All of space and time, they promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop. I've got to support him." She moans.
"Martha!"
Kathy sticks her head in. "Don't 'Martha!' her!" She turns to look down at the Camera. "Both of us have to support him. He's a right lazy sod."
"Kathy!"
I've seen this bit before.
"Quite possibly." The Doctor responds.
1969, that's where you're talking from?
"Got it." Kathy quips.
But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm gonna say, 40 years before I say it!
"38." The Doctor corrects.
I'm getting this down! I'm writing in your bits.
How? How is that possible? Tell me!
Not so fast...
"Eh..." the Doctor begins, "People don't understand time."
Kathy nods. "It's not what you think it is."
Then what is it?
"Complicated." The Doctor tells her.
Tell me.
"Very complicated."
I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronise me because people have died, and I'm not happy. Tell me.
"We don't think you're not clever, Sally Sparrow." Kathy smiles at her. "We think that you're brilliant, both of you are brilliant." She glances back at the Doctor and back to the camera. "As for your question, people assume that time is just a strict progression of cause to effect—"
"But actually," the Doctor cuts in, "from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff."
Yeah, I've seen this bit before. You said that sentence got away from you.
"It got away from me, yeah." He admits.
"Basically time doesn't always go in a straight line, and the past can actually be changed in most cases which then in turn changes the future or 'present'," Kathy explains.
Thank you.
"You're welcome." Kathy mos back out of view.
Next thing you're going to say is, well I can hear you.
"Well, I can hear you. Well, not hear you exactly, but I know everything you're going to say." The Doctor corrects.
This isn't possible.
Kathy just can't resist, and slowly steps around the camera, knowing what is going to happen next. "Look to your left," Kathy says, poking her head into view of the camera and giving a little wave.
What does she mean, 'Look to your left?' I've written tons about that on the forums. I think it's a political statement.
She means you. What are you doing?
I'm writing in your bits. So I've got a complete transcript of the whole conversation. Wait until this hits the net. This will explode the egg forums.
"We've got a copy of the finished transcript." The Doctor explains, gesturing to the autocue. "It's on our Autocue."
How can you have a copy of the finished transcript? It's still being written.
"The Doctor told you, we're time travellers. He got it in the future." Kathy tells the woman, completely forgetting that she is taking over what the Doctor is meant to be doing. Or maybe she always was meant to do this.
Okay, let me get my head 'round this. You're reading from a transcript of a conversation you're still having?
"Wibbly wobbley, timey-wimey." The Doctor and Kathy reply. The Doctor grins at her, realising what she had said. Kathy smirks, rolling her eyes.
Actually, never mind that. You can do shorthand?
So?
"What matters is we can communicate." The Doctor says, bringing Larry and Sally back to the point. "We have got big problems now. They've taken the blue box, haven't they? The Angels have the phone box."
"Oh, I like that." Kathy cuts in, nodding slowly. "That would be good on a T-shirt. Hmm, maybe when we get the TARDIS, if I ask very nicely, she'll make me one."
I've got it on a T-shirt!
What do you mean, 'Angles?' You mean those stature things?
"Creatures from another world." Kathy nods.
But they're just statues.
"Only when you see them." The Doctor warns.
What does that mean?
"They have quite a few names," Kathy explains. "Lonely assassins was one name for them. No one quite knows where they came from. They're thought to be as old as the Universe, or very nearly. They have survived all this time and they have the perfect defence system ever evolved. Quantum-locked."
"They don't exist when being observed." The Doctor nods, continuing after Kathy. "The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can!"
Kathy shivers at his words, feeling herself once more being transported back to that little girl who'd wandered in to see what her dad was watching.
Don't take your eye off that.
"And that's why they cover their eyes." Kathy sighs. "They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen."
"The loneliest creatures in the Universe." The Doctor adds. "And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now."
What am I supposed to do?
"The blue box, it's my time machine." The Doctor explains. "There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me!"
How? How?
"And that's it, I'm very sorry. There's no more from you on the transcripts, that's all we've got." Kathy sighs, looking back at them sadly, knowing what happens to the two of them.
"They're coming." The Doctor cuts in, looking very serious. "The Angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink!"
"I wish you all the luck in the Universe." Kathy declares as the film ends.
Kathy waits for Billy's thumbs up before standing up to stretch as she speaks, "And that's a wrap." She looks at the Doctor and Martha, Billy waving them off as he starts sorting out the film. "Now we've just got to wait for Sally and Larry to get into the TARDIS and send it to us."
"Do you know how long it's going to take to get here?" Martha asks, looking up at Kathy from where she is still sitting. "From the show you watched?"
Kathy tries to think back to see if the episode mentioned it, eventually replying. "I'm not sure, on Sally's end it doesn't take long at all, though I really don't envy them being chased by the Angels." She gives a small shrug. "For us... I've not a clue, could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few days."
"Well, at least we're getting out of here," Martha replies, sighing as she rises from her seat.
Kathy's eyes wander over to the Doctor as he comes to stand beside them, fully turning to him as she asks, "What do you want to do now?"
"Now, Kathy," he rubs his hands together giddily with a grin, "now we wait."
Kathy just stares at him as she clarifies, "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of lunch."
"Ah."
At his response Martha can't hold back a snort, stepping up to Kathy to link her arm with hers as she leads Kathy to the doors, the Doctor following their lead.
"Do you really not know how long we have to wait for the TARDIS?" Martha asks.
Kathy shakes her head at the woman. "Not a clue, sorry. But we need to make sure that Billy is settled before we go anywhere. He'll have a good life, you know. Meet a woman called Sally, get married, and have kids. He'll be happy, just like Kathy Nightingale is. And just like…" She has to stop herself, stopping herself from saying the names of two other people who the Doctor has yet to meet.
"Just like who?" The Doctor asks her, the slightest hint of worry in his voice.
All she can do is turn and smile at him. "Spoilers."
—
It takes two days for the TARDIS to appear in 1969 and the Doctor obviously tells Kathy and Martha straight away once he'd detected it and Kathy would like to say Martha was excited to leave and Kathy was sorry to see them go; if only it hadn't happened at just gone 3 o'clock in the early morning when Kathy actually needs to sleep after not needing to for the last couple of days. Suffice it to say she had a few choice words to say when he woke her up and will honestly treasure the gob-smacked look on his face for some time to come.
Now that it is the more reasonable time of 10 o'clock in the morning, Kathy helps Martha pack up the few bits and bobs she'd collected during her stay before heading to meet the Doctor at the TARDIS.
Said Time Lord is waiting giddily outside of her door, apparently having been waiting for them before he enters himself, an excitedly impatient "Come on!" escaping him upon spotting them, swinging the door open to step inside.
Kathy ignores him and steps up to the side of the TARDIS, softly stroking her side and murmuring a quiet hello as the TARDIS hums in response.
Kathy steps away to see Martha grinning at her. "Fancy watching something in the cinema?"
Kathy thinks for a moment before nodding with a grin. She steps inside the TARDIS, snapping the doors closed behind her and Martha.
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2008 AD/CE
Kathy pulls back the curtains of her house and rolls her eyes at the sight of the black van once again sitting on the opposite side of the road. She lets out a sigh and turns back to the tea she was making. Making cups of tea for her stalkers is the least she could do.
Once done, Kathy grabs the mugs and strides out of her house and right up to the van. As usual, a blonde woman in the driver's seat but this time with a brown-haired man sitting next to her.
"Good morning!" Kathy cries with false cheer. She gets no reply as usual but she bulldozes on. "You all right? Got you a cup of tea here. You fancy it?" The duo carry on staring blankly ahead. "Yeah? No? This one's really milky, for you."
The guy clearly is new to this whole stalker thing and turns to Kathy with a glare. "Why don't you clear off, Davis?"
The blonde woman turns to him and hits him on the back of the head.
Kathy grins. "All right, I will. Though, before I go, could you tell Mr Saxon something from me?" Silence. "You can tell him to stop being a coward." More silence. "All right, then, have a lovely day."
At her door, Kathy turns to give them a cheeky wave before slumping against the door once it's closed and letting out a sigh of exhaustion.
This has been going on for months. The Master's minions have been watching her house and nothing else. Kathy knows what they're waiting for. The general election is in a matter of weeks along with Martha, Ten and Jack's arrival from the year 100 trillion.
Kathy herself has been waiting too (with the odd mocking), anxiously waiting to see how her presence will affect things. That, as well as the fact that she doesn't know what would happen if she tried to stop things now (she could make things worse), has stopped her from enacting any plans to stop her maniacal Grandparent.
But she's ready.
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A/N: I enjoyed myself with this one! 😅
The idea of Martha and Ten being sent back by the Angel in the folder of information that Sally gave them was not my own idea. I sadly don't know who came up with it as I saw it second-hand (or maybe third or fourth and so on).