Year of the Doctor

Chapter 11

*Doctor's POV*

A Fob watch.

Christy has a Fob watch! the Doctor thought, allowing hope and elation to swrll throughout his body.

Told you! Ten's voice roared victoriously. The Doctor heard his other regenerations cheer along with him; he couldn't blame them, really. The Doctor himself couldn't stop staring at the watch, as if it would disappear the moment he took his eyes off of it.

"River," the Doctor whispered, still a little incredulous, "do you see it too?"

"Yes, Sweetie," River smiled, "It's really there." River opened the watch slightly, allowing golden light and whispers in Chris' voice to trickle out. The Doctor's mind's eye flashed back to the Face of Boe.

"You are not alone," he croaked with his dying breath. But, he had meant the Master. Hadn't he?

He never specified as to whom he meant, Ten reasoned, Or how many he was talking about. There wasn't enough time.

"Time," the Doctor repeated softly as River closed the watch, his grin spreading, "Time! There's still a chance!" the Doctor whooped, jumping to his feet and holding Chris tighter. He began to run through the maze, wanting to get back to the TARDIS as soon as possible.

"Um," Rory said, jogging alongside the Doctor, "Care to explain?"

"That gold watch is a Fob watch- timelords use it when they want to appear human, to hide. If Christy has one, it must mean she's a Timelady!" (Cliche, I know >_<)

"And, timelords aren't affected by Eight Leg venom as badly as humans are," River added, "If the watch does belong to Chris and she opens it in time, she'll have about a 60% chance of surviving."

The Doctor saw the TARDIS and laughed in relief. "Almost there, Christy," he sighed to the unconcious girl as Amy ran ahead to open the doors. The Doctor didn't slow down until he reached the TARDIS sick bay. He gently laid Chris down on a cot and began rummaging through various cabinets. He knew there was a serum to wake people from comas around here somewhere.

"Aha!" he cried, pulling out a bright green syringe filled with a pus colored liquid.

"Doctor, what's that?" Rory asked as the Doctor carefully placed a clean needle into the syringe.

"A medicine from the planet, Yat'weray. I believe they called it 'Liquadela Rozareh'." the Doctor answered, his hearts pounded in excitement and happiness.

"And, what does it do?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow, "Does it cure the venom's effects?"

"Not exactly," the Doctor muttered, rolling up one of Chris' sleeves, "but, it should wake her up. Then we can give her the watch."

The Doctor plunged the needle into Chris' arm and emptied the syringe of its contents. "Now, we wait." he smiled, sitting down and taking one of Chris' hands in his. He knew he neeneededdrd to be there when she woke and not just to get her to open the watch, ue also needed to be there because- if all specularions were right- he was John, so he needed to be there for Christy.

Seconds passed, turning into minutes, then into an hour. Each second soon ticked by agonizingly slow, much to the excited Doctor's distaste.

"What is taking so long?" the Doctor groaned impatiently.

"It's slow acting, Sweetie," River sighed, "but, it work soon. If my timing is right, Christine should wake up in just a few moments."

"Chris."