The Girl Behind The Watch (A Doctor Who Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Six: Conditions

"Why do I have to go?" I asked, tears streaming down my face. Even as a child...I didn't cry very often. But I cried now. I cried, because my mother stood before me, tears in her eyes, preparing to send me away from my home. Gallifrey. I loved Gallifrey. It was beautiful, and I had only spend three hundred years here. I was only three hundred years old.

"The war is coming, Catherine," She sobbed, "And I don't want you to be here when it does. You'll be safe down there, on earth with the humans. You can have a good human life."

"I don't want a human life! I want a time lord life, with you!" I cried.

"I'm sorry, Catherine. Maybe some day I'll find you, but you have to go now."  She put a hand on my face. "You're not going to remember me. But darling, when you're ready...when you're ready to be a time lord again...open the watch.  All you have to do is open the watch and be restored."

The watch, when it was whispering to me...it was whispering in my mother's voice...and I didn't even recognize it. The watch had it's own intelligence, aside from what it remembered from my mother. It told me the Doctor's name because it knew him. It sensed another time lord.

I woke up in an alleyway. New York City, 1926. All I had was the watch, and all I remembered was my name. I grew up alone, on the street, doing what I could to survive. Begging, stealing food, taking odd jobs. A homeless man gave me my jacket, when I was cold during the winter. This went on for thirteen years, until Solomon found me, at the age of twenty-two in human years.

In reality...I was three-hundred and thirteen.

All of this came rushing back as the golden light surrounded me. I felt my body literally changing, and then the light was gone...and the watch ticked, restored to it's nomral function without the time lord trapped inside. The etching on the front was Gallifreyan.  I was Gallifreyan.  I heard footsteps, and quickly ducked into a hole. They were running, but I couldn't see who they were. Probably pig slaves. However, this theory was quickly squashed as a group of pig slaves and three Daleks strolled past me. The prisoners, along with the Doctor, must've escaped. Lazlo snuck up, presed to the wall across from me, watching them. I grabbed his arm, pulling him into the notch.

" Where did you go?" He asked.

"Had something I had to do. What do we do now?"

"Follow me. I'll get you out."

"I know these tunnels. I can get out on my own." I assured him.

"I know. But if you run into the Daleks, I'd rather be with you. This way." We turned the corner, running smack into a Dalek.

"A TIME LORD HAS BEEN DETECTED. RETURN PRISONER TO BASE." I looked to Lazlo, telling him that it was ok. He grabbed my arm, dragging me back towards base.

~~~The Doctor~~~

I took the escaped prisoners back to Hooverville, along with Tallulah, who I'd discovered while we were escaping. It still bothered me that there was no sign of Catherine around. There was a nother time lord and I'd gone and lost her in the Dalek-invested sewers of New York in the 1930's

"These Daleks, they sound like the stuff of nightmares." Solomon told me, once I'd finished telling him what had happend. "And they want to breed?"

"They're splicing themselves onto human bodies. And if I'm right, they've got a farm of breeding stock, right here in Hooverville, we've got to get everyone out."

"Hooverville's the lowest place a man can fall. There's no where else to go. If there was, Catherine's the only one who'd know it, and she's missing."