A/N: Let's continue reading!

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Enjoy part two!

THE FURY OF A TIME LORD

"In these times of doing what you're told.
Keep these feelings, no one knows.
Whatever happened to the young man's heart?
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart."
– Shinedown: '45' (Leave a Whisper [2003]).

Stable Block

Once the very last boy was safely evacuated from the school, Smith immediately turns and looks firmly at both Katy and Martha, looking extremely determined to get them to cooperate with him.

"Now, I insist. The pair of you, just go." Smith requests, insistently. "If there are any more boys inside, I'll find them." But before either Katy or Martha could protest, Smith opens the door; revealing that there are scarecrows waiting for them on the other side. So, their objections died on their lips. Especially when Smith simply slams the door shut and locks it, before turning and looking sheepishly at them. "I think, retreat." All three of them turn and run as fast as they could out into the school grounds.

School grounds

Managing to sneak out of the dormitory window, Latimer escapes into the woods seconds before Baines and Jenny make it to the dormitory. Smith, Katy, and Martha were sneaking around, keeping to the shadows to avoid being spotted when they suddenly hear Clark shouting off in the distance.

"Doctor! Doctor!" Clark calls out in a sing-song tone. The three of them follow Clark's voice and hide in some bushes. Cautiously looking past the foliage, both Katy and Martha panic when they see that Clark had managed to find the Tardis. Flanking him either side are a couple of scarecrows. "Come back, Doctor. There's a good boy," Clark taunts Smith whose eyes widen when he sees the blue box from his dreams right in front of him. "Come and claim your prize."

"Out you come, Doctor." Baines, Lucy and Jenny show up, and flank Clark; all four of them looking very triumphant. "There's a good boy. Come to the Family." Baines wheedles, cheerfully.

"Time to end it now." Jenny calls out.

Martha glances over and sees the deer-in-headlights expression on Smith's face as he stares at the Tardis with shock. She nudges Katy with her elbow to gain the other girl's attention, and points towards Smith when Katy looks over questioningly. Seeing the obvious distress on her boyfriend's face, Katy reaches over and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"John? Are you okay?" Katy asks him, worriedly.

He doesn't respond, but tears do well up in his eyes when he realises that everything he had documented in his 'dream journal' and everything that Martha had told him was 100% true. Martha looks at him with sympathy but knows that she and Katy had a job to accomplish in order to stop the Family from taking and consuming the Doctor, then laying destruction to everything in their paths.

"You recognise it, don't you?" Martha states, knowingly.

"Come out, Doctor. Come to us!" Jenny shouts out, impatiently.

"I've never seen it in my life." He responded, very much in denial that the mysterious blue box in fact existed.

"Do you remember its name?" Martha encourages him. Smith immediately shuts down and refuses to answer.

"I'm sorry, John, but you wrote it." Katy reminds him, very reluctantly. "The blue box. You dreamt of a blue box—"

"I'm not!" Smith snapped, tearfully. "I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be. John Smith, with his life, and his job, and his love." He glances at Katy with large, vulnerable, pleading eyes, and all Katy wanted to do was break down and cry as well. "Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man?"

"Yes. Yes, of course he is." Katy soothed him.

"Why can't I stay?" Smith whimpered.

"But we need the Doctor," Martha stated, firmly. Smith glares at Martha, as Katy winces and gives Martha a 'you're not helping' scowl.

"What am I, then? Nothing. I'm just a story!" Smith gets to his feet and runs off, followed swiftly by a very worried Katy, and a remorseful Martha. Unaware that they had been observed, the Family gloat amongst themselves.

"One more phase and we won't have to hunt." Baines pointed out to his 'family'. "The Doctor, Mister Smith, the boy, the watch, they will come to us. Soldiers, guard this thing!" Baines orders the scarecrows, who stand at attention in front of the Tardis, before the four of them head back towards their spaceship, camouflaged in Cooper's Field.

Country Lane

Katy and Martha manage to keep up with Smith who was very pointedly ignoring Martha, much to her chagrin. She sincerely hoped that once this was all over, the Doctor wouldn't remember any of this. Or if he did, that he'd understand that she was only trying to save both him, Katy, and the rest of the world. It only took a minute for Katy to realise exactly where they were, and gently grabs Smith's arm to get his attention.

"This way," She indicates towards a nearby road. "I think I know somewhere we can hide." Katy suggests, but Smith shakes his head.

"We've got to keep going."

"For once, John, please just listen to me. Come on." Katy scolds him.

Smith nodded meekly and allows Katy to guide him off, as Katy looks over at Martha and nodded at her, indicating that he was cooperating with them now. The three of them follow the lane towards a quaint little cottage with beautiful sprays of flowers growing in a modest little garden out front.

"Is this the place?" Martha asked, a little winded from the run. Katy nodded, approaching the swinging gate that fenced off the cottage from the lane and opened it with a slightly rusty little creak.

"It should be empty." Katy stated, almost hoping that she was wrong.

"But who lives here?" Martha asked.

"No one, if my gut instinct serves me correctly." Katy confirmed, walking up to the front door and cautiously testing the doorknob to see if it was open.

Cottage

Keeping cautious, Katy sticks her head inside the cottage. It is dark inside, and quiet. She notices, to her dismay that the table had been laid for tea.

"Hello?" No one responds. "No one's home. It's as I feared." Katy sighed heavily and gestured for Martha and Smith to come inside. "We should be safe here."

"Whose house is it, though?" Martha asked. "And why did you fear that nobody was home?"

"This cottage belonged to the Cartwrights. That little girl at the school, she's Lucy Cartwright, or she's taken Lucy Cartwright's form. I met her parents when I went out for a walk once. They were really nice people." Katy wondered over to the kitchen table. "If she came home this afternoon and if the parents tried to stop their little girl, then they were vaporised." She touches the teapot. "Stone cold. God, this is really depressing…" Smith shakes his head and heads back towards the door.

"I must go to them, before anyone else dies."

"No, John. You can't." Katy stops him, and he pauses mid-step with his back to her. Katy looks at Martha, feeling helpless and hating every moment of it. "Do you have a plan C?" She inquires, but Martha shakes her head.

"No, I don't. Without that watch we're screwed." Martha gestures helplessly. Smith immediately turns on Martha, his frustrations and anxiety reaching their peak.

"You're this Doctor's companion." Katy opens her mouth to correct him, but he continues accusing Martha before she could. "Can't you help? What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?"

"Because he's lonely." Martha responded, truthfully.

Smith looked at her, appalled.

"And that's what you want me to become," He spat, angrily. They jump when they suddenly hear a knock at the cottage's door.

Nobody makes a move.

"I'm not an expert, but I don't think scarecrows knock." Martha points out and goes over to answer the door. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees Latimer standing there, looking solemn. He holds out the watch to Martha who gapes when she sees it. "The watch…" she mutters, before pulling him inside the cottage. Latimer makes a deliberate beeline for Smith.

"I brought you this." Latimer attempts to give the fob watch to Smith who immediately backs away the moment he sees it.

"Please, just hold it." Martha begs him.

"I won't."

"It told me to find you. It wants to be held." Latimer explains, and Katy looks at him accusingly.

"You've had the watch all this time? Why didn't you give it back?"

"Because it was waiting," Latimer stated. "And because I was so scared of the Doctor." He admitted, with a small shrug.

"Why?" Katy and Martha asked, curiously. Latimer turns and looks directly at Smith, who was extremely wary.

"Because I've seen him. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun—"

"Stop it." Smith orders, sternly.

"He's ancient and forever." Latimer ignores Smith and continues describing the Doctor. "He burns at the centre of time, and he can see the turn of the universe."

"Stop it! I said stop it!" Smith yells.

"And he's wonderful," Latimer stated. Smith looks surprised. Katy pulls Smith's 'dream journal' from her jacket pocket and holds it up.

"I brought this from your study." Katy explains, before flipping through the book. Smith shakes his head firmly.

"Those are just stories," He insists. Katy just gives him a hard look.

"We both know that's not true, John. But perhaps there's something in here that I've overlooked…" She muses, skimming through the entries. A big bang from outside causes the entire cottage to shake.

"What the hell?" Martha heads towards the window to investigate, and Latimer follows her, just as curious. To their horror, they see that fireballs are falling to earth not too far away from the village. "They're destroying the village!" Martha reported. Smith eyes the fob watch that Latimer had discarded onto the table when Smith had refused to take it.

He snatches it up.

"The watch…"

"John, don't!" Katy reaches out to stop him, then pauses when she notices him staring at the watch; almost in a trance, and she wondered if she looked like that at times when her locket would randomly give her back some of her memories. "Are you okay?" Katy asks him, cautiously.

'…Closer…' the watch whispers to Smith, grabbing Latimer's attention also when he hears it. He abandons the window and comes over to Smith.

"Can you hear it?" He asks him, eagerly.

'…Closer…' the watch continues. Smith shakes his head, as though struggling to stay awake.

"I think he's asleep. Waiting to awaken." Smith explains, uneasily.

'…Little man…'

"Why did it speak to me?" Latimer questioned. Suddenly, Smith snaps upright; a bright, cheerful, chatty-like voice talking a million miles an hour, bursting from his lips.

"Oh, low level telepathic field." He answers Latimer's question casually. "You were born with it. Just an extra synaptic engram causing—" Smith jerks himself out of it, looking horrified. "Is that how he talks?" Martha nods looking excited, while Katy had turned away the second the Doctor momentarily returned. Smith looks at her with concern.

"That's him," Martha confirms. "All you have to do is open it and he's back." Smith looks at Martha accusingly, on the brink of tears.

"You knew this all along and yet you watched while Miss Tyler and I—"

"He gave us a list of things to watch out for, but—" Martha attempted to explain, but Smith zeroed in on one specific word Martha had uttered in her hasty explanation.

"Us?" He blinks at her quizzically, and Katy, who was looking in the journal by moonlight through the window, freezes. "There was someone else other than you?" Martha looks over at Katy, who slowly turns, avoiding eye contact with him.

"You knew about this too?" Smith accused. Katy doesn't respond, just looks at him defiantly. "How could you—"

"NO!" Katy interrupted him, fiercely. "Don't you dare go there!" She warns him. "You charged Martha and me to protect you at all costs. Just don't go there!" She spat him.

Smith just looks at her in disbelief.

"And now you expect me to die?" He looks between both Katy and Martha, looking betrayed.

"It was always going to end, though!" Martha said, her patience ebbing rapidly. "The Doctor said the Family's got a limited lifespan, and that's why they need to consume a Time Lord. Otherwise, three months and they die. Like mayflies, he said."

"So, your job was to execute me," Smith spat.

"People are dying out there. They need him, and we need him. But mostly I need him. You've got no idea of what he's like. But he is everything. He's just everything to me, and I love him so much…" Katy sounded anguished; trying to help Smith understand that he and the Doctor were one and the same person. An explosion comes close by.

"It's getting closer." Latimer warns them, looking nervous.

Katy turns away, feeling ashamed that she had been a part of this, and hurt the man she loved. Smith turns his gaze down at the watch in his hand; before getting a 'lightbulb-over-the-head' expression that Martha does not like.

"I should have thought of it before. I can give them this. Just the watch. Then they can leave, and I can stay as I am." Smith sounded determined, and it broke Katy's heart.

"You can't do that!" Martha protested, heatedly.

"If they want the Doctor, they can have him." Smith retorts.

"He'll never let you do it," Martha stated, arguing with him.

"If they get what they want, then, then…"

"Then it all ends in destruction," Katy was blunt. "The Family will live forever to breed and conquer, for war across the stars for every child." Smith looks at her, horrified, before sinking down into a chair and bursting into tears. He looked completely and utterly defeated. "Martha, Timothy. Would you please leave us alone for a moment?" Katy requests, quietly, knowing that it was up to her to explain things to Smith, because she was exactly like him.

"Of course." Martha nodded. "Come on, Tim."

She and Latimer quietly leave the cottage, as Katy cautiously approaches Smith; unsure if he would be receptive to her, since she had technically lied to him the whole time. Katy squats in front of Smith, placing her hand over his; waiting to see if he would flinch away. She was encouraged when he didn't remove her hand, but neither did he take her hand in his.

Katy sighed.

"I'm sorry, John. I never wanted you to get hurt. Martha and I just followed your orders so we could keep you safe."

"Does he love you?" Smith muttered, looking up at her. "Does the Doctor love you?"

"Unequivocally." Katy smiles at him with love in her eyes. Smith is silent for a moment, studying her. Eventually, he returns the smile and flips his hand around, linking his fingers through Katy's as he raises her hand to his mouth and lightly kisses her knuckles. She sags with relief. "I have another confession to make to you, John. I know how you're feeling right now, more than anything."

"I find that very hard to believe, my darling." Smith scoffs. "You couldn't possibly understand, unless you're not really Caitlyn Tyler." When Katy looks at him unblinkingly, his eyes widen. "Are you?"

"Technically, 'Caitlyn Tyler' is my pseudonym. Just as 'John Smith' is the Doctor's. Neither of us can reveal our real names to anyone." Katy explains, feeling somewhat awkward.

"You mean, you're a 'Time Lord' too?" Smith was shocked. "Is Martha…?"

"I'd prefer the term 'Time Lady' actually. And no, Martha is most definitely human." Katy confirms. Smith looked completely overwhelmed, and the explosions happening outside weren't help the situation either.

"This is insane…" He mumbles.

Katy puts her hand over their clasped ones to give him extra comfort.

"Everything will be alright, John." Katy soothes him, and accidentally touches the watch still clamped in Smith's hand….

Vision

John Smith kisses his bride as the bells ring.

He holds his first-born child, with a doting Katy soothing the baby over his shoulder.

They take their two children for a walk in the woods.

He lies on his death bed, an old man.

"They're all safe, aren't they?" Smith slurs, weakly. "The children, the grandchildren. Everyone's safe?" A wrinkled hand reaches forward and smooths back the wispy grey hairs on Smith's head, affectionately. He smiles lovingly at an unseen Katy.

"Everyone's safe, and they all send their love, John." Katy's older, matured voice reassures him.

"Well, it's time. Thank you." Smith tells Katy, before his eyes slowly shut.

Cottage

Both Katy and Smith gasp in pleasant, but bewildered surprise when they come out of the unintended vision of their lives if Smith never became the Doctor again. A brilliant smile spreads across Smith's face. It is obvious that he wants what he had seen in that very brief vision.

"Did you see?" He asks Katy, beaming from ear to ear.

"Yes. Blimey, what just happened?" Katy questions, rhetorically. "Do you think it's possible? That we could both share a life like that?" She ponders to Smith, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, we can." He exclaimed.

Katy studies the watch curiously. If that was what they had seen when she had accidentally touched something that belonged to the Doctor and contained his Time Lord subconscious, what would happen if…?

"I'm not an expert, but if that is a possible future we can have just by touching your watch. I wonder if we would see another type of future if we touched my locket together?" Katy mused, and Smith frowned in confusion.

"Locket?" Katy pulled away from Smith and reached for the chain to her locket which was down the front of her dress, hidden out of sight.

"This locket contains my Time Lady subconscious, John. That's why I know exactly what you've been going through; because I'm going through it myself." Katy explains, holding it out to Smith. He eyes it, then slowly reaches out and touches it…

Vision 2

Two hands tied together with what looks like a bowtie.

A young couple with their backs to them cradling the heavily pregnant belly of the young woman.

The same young family standing on a strange, but beautiful looking planet, observing a colourful nebula.

"The Doctor and his Heart in the Tardis. Next stop, everywhere…" An unfamiliar woman's voice reminisces almost nostalgically.

Cottage

Katy and Smith look at each other with wonder, before a smile breaks out across Katy's face; bewildering Smith.

"What?" He questioned. "I don't understand. What did we just see?"

"Another possible future, John." Katy realises. "Don't you understand. If you were worried that you were going to lose me if you allowed the Doctor to return, then you shouldn't be." She explains. She holds up her locket and points towards the Doctor's watch. "No matter what you choose, I'm always going to be there. It's just a question on whether you want to remain human or become who you really are and have those extraordinary adventures we just saw, together."

"We could, couldn't we?" Smith muttered, now suddenly very thoughtful and no longer looking quite as anguished as he did before.

"You're not being sentenced to death, John. Don't you see? You're being given a choice. I just pray that you make the right one," Katy hinted. "So, what are you going to do?"

Spaceship

The Family were having a wonderful time causing mayhem and chaos to the innocent town, still trying to flush out Smith and get him to surrender the Doctor's subconscious to them.

"We'll blast them into dust, then fuse the dust into glass, then shatter them all over again!" Baines declared, grinning from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying himself. All four of their heads snap towards the spaceship door when it opens.

"Just…" It was Smith, walking towards them with his arms raised above his head in the universal sign of surrender, and clutching his fob watch in one of his hands. A boom rocks the ship, and Smith lurches against a column of switches, dragging his hand down them and turning them on. He staggers to his feet and tries again. "Just stop the bombardment. That's all I'm asking," Smith pleads with them. "I'll do anything you want, just, just stop."

"Say please," Baines mocks him.

"Please," Smith pleads. Jenny activates a control, but then pauses and frowns, taking a deep sniff in Smith's direction.

"Wait a minute. He's still human." She confirms.

"Now I can't, I can't pretend to understand, not for a second, but I want you to know I'm innocent in all this." Smith stammered. "He made me John Smith. It's not like I had any control over it." He explained, before accidentally stumbling once again and running his hands over some more switches nearby to break his fall.

"He didn't just make himself human. He made himself an idiot." Jenny observes with disgust.

"Same thing, isn't it?" Baines commented. Smith got to his feet once again and continued pleading his case to the Family.

"I don't care about this Doctor and your family. I just want you to go. So I've made my choice. You can have him. Just take it, please! Take him away." Smith holds out the watch to the Family.

"At last!" Baines reaches out and snatches the watch from him with obvious glee. But he also seizes Smith's lapels with his other hand before he could even think of fleeing. "Don't think that saved your life." He sneers at Smith as he pushes him away. More switches get activated as Smith falls for a final time against the wall. "Family of Mine, now we shall have the lives of a Time Lord." Baines opens the watch and all four of them sniff deeply. However, nothing happens. They all stare blankly at the empty fob watch with confusion. "It's empty!"

"Where's it gone?" Smith asks, also confused. The Family snap their heads in Smith's direction, glowering at him accusingly.

"You tell me." Baines retorts, throwing the empty fob watch back at Smith who catches it out of thin air without looking.

The Family froze.

"Oh, I think the explanation might be you've been fooled by a simple olfactory misdirection," the now fully restored Doctor explains with his usual million miles an hour flare, as he casually slips on his black-rimmed reading glasses to examine his handiwork with the switches he 'accidentally' fell against. "Little bit of ventriloquism of the nose. It's an elementary trick in certain parts of the galaxy. But it's got to be said, I don't like the looks of that hydroconometer." He tuts with a smirk on his face, as he leans back and looks directly at the flabbergasted Family. "It seems to be indicating you've to energy feedback all the way through the retrostabilisers feeding back into the primary heat converters. Oh. Because if there's one thing you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have let me press all those buttons." He pointed out, matter-of-factly. "But, in fairness, I will give you one word of advice. Run!"

The Doctor turns and runs out of the ship, just as the alarms start to sound. The Family immediately realised the danger they were in and follow the Doctor's example.

"Get out! Get out!" Baines shouts frantically.

Cooper's Field

The Family run out of their ship, just barely managing to keep up with the Doctor, who had a massive head start on them, just seconds before their spaceship exploded with a loud KABOOM!

(Baines's P.O.V)

He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he'd run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.

He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains, forged in the heart of a dwarf star.

He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there forever.

He still visits my little sister once a year every year, with or without his beloved Heart right there by his side. I wonder if one day he might forgive her. He trapped her inside a mirror, every mirror. If you ever look at your reflection and see something move behind you, just for a second, that's her. That's always her.

As for me, I was suspended in time. And the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England, as their protector.

We wanted to live forever, so the Doctor made sure that we did…

Cottage

(No P.O.V)

The next morning, Katy, dressed back in her 2007 clothing; waited for the Doctor back at the Cartwright's cottage, as previously planned between them, before the Doctor went to deal with the Family once and for all. While she waited for him to return, Katy went to the local authorities to report all that had happened since the Family had arrived in 1913, and made sure all the loose ends had been taken care of before she, Martha and the Doctor left in the Tardis to go on with their next adventure.

She was standing at the kitchen window, looking absent-mindedly outside at the garden, just lost in thought. Part of her was terrified that the Doctor would remember everything that had happened and would be less than impressed with both her and Martha, and that was the very last thing she wanted; to disappoint the Doctor. The cottage door opened behind her, and footsteps walked slowly inside and stopped. She stiffened; psyching herself up for what was likely to happen next.

"Is it done?" Katy questioned.

"It's done." The Doctor confirmed, quietly. Katy turned and saw the Doctor standing in the archway that lead towards the front door, looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Excellent," She smiled, a little nervously as she walked over to the kitchen table and stood beside it. "The police and the army are at the school. The parents have come to take the boys home. So that's been taken care of. Thankfully, we don't need to stick around to answer any hard or awkward questions." Katy confirmed, and the Doctor nodded in acknowledgement. "Where is he? John Smith, I mean." Katy asked, curiously.

"He's in here somewhere," the Doctor replied, still looking at Katy calculatingly. Neither or them said anything for a few moments, before finally Katy decided to just bite the bullet and ask him her most obvious question.

"Are you angry with me?" She asked, and the Doctor looked at her quizzically.

"No, should I be?"

"Well, it's just…" She stammered. "Do you remember everything that has happened?"

"Of course I do." The Doctor confirmed. "I dare say you will remember everything too when it's your turn to restore your subconsciousness someday." The Doctor responded, brightly. "And if it will put your fears to rest, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you because you and Martha were just doing what you were told. If anything, I'm very proud of you." He gave Katy a warm smile, which she returned to him. But she felt a little disappointed that he made no mention of her little love confession when she was trying to convince Smith to change back with no regrets.

"Well, that's a relief." Katy muttered dully, and she moved to head towards the front door.

The Doctor snagged her wrist in his hand, stopping her from leaving. She looked at him questioningly. He leant in and gave Katy a slow, gentle but passionate kiss. This throws her completely, and the Doctor takes advantage of this by backing her up against the wall, pinning her there so she couldn't escape while he thoroughly explored her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulls away; trailing a finger down the length of her arm, before taking her hand in his and turning it over, exposing her wrist to his gaze. He brushes his thumb over the delicate skin there, sending Katy's pulse racing at the intimacy.

"Doctor, what—" Katy whispered, in confusion.

But the Doctor ignored her, instead lifting her hand to his lips and pressing his mouth to the skin of her wrist, scraping his teeth against the sensitive spot. A bolt of lust shoots down Katy's spine as she lets out a surprised gasp and opens her eyes when she feels his tongue on her skin. With one final kiss to Katy's wrist, the Doctor lets go of her hand and looks at her, holding her gaze.

He leans in to whisper into her ear.

"You were right, you know," He tells her. "When you said that I loved you unequivocally." Katy's eyes widen and she blushes, earning a flirty grin from him. "Now come on. Best we be moving on. Let's go and find Martha." The Doctor suggested, interlinking their fingers together when he offered his hand to her and she took it, leading her out of the cottage.

Field

In the pouring rain, Martha waits for the Doctor and Katy by the Tardis, which the Doctor had parked where the scarecrow Smith had mended the day before used to stand. She too had redressed in her 2007 clothing and was rather anxious to get a move on. Martha brightens when she sees the Doctor and Katy walking up the hill towards her, hand in hand.

"Right then. Molto bene!" the Doctor greets Martha with a smile.

"Everything alright?" Martha questioned.

"Yeah, we're good to go." Katy confirmed, still a little flushed from what the Doctor did, earning a raised eyebrow from Martha.

"Time we moved on." The Doctor added, very nonchalantly, as he went to unlock the Tardis with his key. "Oh, and I never said. Thank you both for looking after me." He tells both girls, before giving Martha a hug.

"Doctor. Martha. Katy." All three of them turned to see Latimer running up the hill towards them.

"Tim Timothy Timber!" the Doctor greeted him enthusiastically.

"I just wanted to say goodbye. And thank you. Because I've seen the future and now I know what must be done." Latimer stated, then looked at the Doctor gravely. "It's coming, isn't it? The biggest war ever."

"You don't have to fight, you know." Martha pointed out to him, but Latimer shakes his head.

"I think we do." He disagreed.

"But you could get hurt." Katy reminded him, earning a smirk from Latimer in return.

"Well, so could you, travelling around with him, but that's not going to stop you." He points out, and Katy grinned at him, impressed by his logic.

"Touché. You got me there."

"Tim, I'd be honoured if you'd take this," the Doctor hands Latimer the fob watch. The boy raises it to his ear, and frowns with confusion.

"I can't hear anything."

"No, it's just a watch now. But keep it with you, for good luck." The Doctor suggested with a wink.

"Look after yourself," Martha requests as she goes in for a hug and kisses Latimer on his cheek. Katy does the same thing and both girls go into the Tardis. The Doctor pauses for a moment and looks back at Latimer with a grin.

"You'll like this bit." He promises as he goes into the Tardis, and seconds later, it dematerialises.

Latimer laughs in pleasant surprise, before turning and walking back down the muddy hillside towards the village.

World War One
The Western Front
June 1914.

Just like Latimer had seen in a vision the year before, soldiers run for cover under a hail of shellfire amongst the ruined, muddied landscapes on the Western Front in France.

"Incoming!" A man shouts from nearby.

(Doctor's P.O.V)

"In June 1914, an Archduke of Austria was shot by a Serbian, and this then led, through nations having treaties with nations, like a line of dominoes falling, to some boys from England walking together in France on a terrible day..."

(No P.O.V)

A muddy hand opens a familiar fob watch that had once belonged to a remarkable man, and Latimer glances down at the time, as Hutchinson struggles to maintain his balance on the slippery ground.

"One minute past the hour. It's now. Hutchinson, this is the time. It's now!" A shell whistles towards them. "To the right! To the right!" Latimer shouts, and both he and Hutchinson leap into a ditch as the shell explodes nearby. "We made it," Latimer sighs with relief and smiles at the heavens, eternally grateful. "Thank you, Doctor." He turns towards Hutchinson and attempts to hurl him to his feet. "Come along, chap."

"Leave me. I'm not going to make it." Hutchinson mumbles in exhaustion. However, Latimer wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Oh yes, you are. Didn't I promise you, all those years ago? Now, come on. And that's an order!"

Latimer and Hutchinson continue stumbling their way across the landscape to safety.

Farringham Village
War Memorial

A lady vicar is reading from For the Fallen, by Laurence Binyon.

"They have no lot in our labour of the day time. They sleep beyond England's foam. They went with songs to the battle…" An elderly Latimer sits in a wheelchair; an old soldier with his metals and the Doctor's fob watch in his black leather gloved hand. "They were young, straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted." The vicar continues reading the passage, as Latimer looks across the grass to where Martha is pinning a poppy to the Doctor's lapel, and Katy stands reverently beside him, looking at Latimer with sad, but respectful eyes. All three of them look like they had just literally come from that hillside all those years ago. They nod at Latimer, and he nodded back, pleased to see them again.

"They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them."

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