The Impossible Year

The Family of Blood

"Make your decision, Mister Smith," Jenny seethed out, still holding tightly onto Martha.

"Perhaps if that human heart breaks, the Time Lord will emerge," Bains sneered.

"Time Lord," the whispered words echoed through Violet's head, it was distraction she was waiting for, because it caused the family to focus on where it had come from.

"It's him!" Bains shouted, sniffing and truing in the direction the whispers had come from. Of course, they hadn't heard the words like Violet had, but they'd smelt the energy from the watch when It opened.

It was just enough to make Jenny's grip on Martha loosen enough, to spin out of her grip, grabbing the gun in the process. Jenny and Martha had now swapped places.

"All right! One more move and I shoot," Martha shouted pointed the gun in at Jenny's face.

"Martha," Jones moved forward to take the gun from her, but she inched away, giving him a look that said she was more than capable of holding the weapon. He backed up, but not too far just in case.

"Oh, the maid is full of fire," Bains tilted his head, eyeing Jones up, "and a Solider out of his time," he sniffed breathing deeply, "Yesss, very much out of his time," he hissed.

"So what if I am," Jones knew he had to keep their attention on him and Martha now. It was the only way to protect the Doctor and Violet.

"That scares you?" Jones mentally face palmed as Violet spoke, so much for keeping the attention off of her, "A Solider of the Universe out of his time and you don't know why?"

"Vi don't," Jones warned as Baines made a tentative step in the direction of the Time Lady.

"Careful, Son of Mine," the entirety controlling Mr Clark was curious now, "this is all for you so that you can live forever."

"You don't know who I am?" It was Violets' turn to take a step forward.

"The girl has no smell," Jenny sniffed first, "She smells of nothing, that is not possible."

"Doesn't matter they can still be Shot down," Baines sneered.

"Try it. We'll die together," Martha's finger the gun further into Jennys' head.

"Would you really pull the trigger? Looks too scared."

"Scared and holding a gun's a good combination. Do you want to risk it?" Martha raised an eyebrow, "Also you said it yourself he's a Solider from the future and she has no smell."

They lower their guns. The situation had gotten away from them too many variables, too many unknowns.

"Right, everybody out," Jones shouted, and thankfully everyone listened.

"There's a door at the side. It's over there. Go on. Do it, Mister Smith. I mean you," Martha added, she had not lowered her gun.

"Do what they said. Everybody out, now. Don't argue, Mister Jackson. They're mad. That's all we need to know. Susan, Miss Cooper, outside, all of you," Violet breathed a sigh of relief as Joan helped, gesturing in the direction of the side door. Soon the whole room was cleared out.

"And you. Go on. Just shift," Martha shouted when she noticed the Doctor was still in the room.

"What about you? All of you?" His eyes scanned over all three of them.

"Mister Smith, I think you should escort your lady friend to safety, don't you?" Martha replied.

"Go, we've got it from here," Jones add, placing his hand on the Doctors shoulder, "this will all make sense soon enough," he whispered.