"CATHERINE! CATHERINE!" I woke up to someone screaming my name. The Doctor was crouched by my side, along with Martha and Frank. "Hello."
"Hi...you survived, then." He chuckled.
"So did you, apparently. What happened?"
"I dropped the screwdriver...couldn't get all of them, so I...I intercepted the radiation." He smiled.
"Ha, ha! Well done, Catherine!" He helped me sit up, and I winced.
"Hurt like nobodies business though." I cracked my neck. He laughed.
~~~
We climbed down, standing in the hole overlooking New York City.
"The Daleks will have gone straight to a war footing. They'll be using the sewers, spreading the soldiers out underneath Manhattan." The Doctor explained.
" How do we stop them?" Lazlo questioned.
"There's only one chance. Our beautiful Catherine here got in the way. That gamma strike went zapping though her first." I smiled at him and he grabbed my arm, dragging me away from the opening.
"Yeah, but what does that mean?" Martha asked.
"It means,' I chimed in, "That we need to draw fire. Before they can attack New York, the Doctor and I need to face them."
"Where can I draw them out? Think, think, think, think, think"
. "We need some sort of space. Somewhere safe. Somewhere out of the way." The Doctor and I looked at each other with wide eyes.
"Tallulah!" We screamed together.
"That's me. Three Ls and an H."
"The theatre! It's right above them, and, what, it's gone midnight? Can you get us inside?"
"Don't see why not."
"Now, Is there another elevator?" I asked.
"We came up in the service elevator. " Martha replied. I smiled at her.
"That'll do." The Doctor grabbed my hand.
"Allons-y!"
"Nice. French."
"For Let's go."
"Well, in that case. Allon-sy!"
~~~
"This should do it. Here we go." The Doctor said as we arrived at the Theatre. He ran through the seats, scanning around with the screwdriver.
"There ain't nothing more creepy than a theatre in the dark." Tallulah stated, " Listen, Doctor, I know you got a thing for show tunes, but there's a time and place, huh?"
"Show tunes?" I questioned. Lazlo sat down in a theatre seat, looking more sickly than he did before.
"Laszlo, what's wrong? "
"Nothing. It's just so hot." He replied.
"But it's freezing in here. Doctor, what's happening to him?" The Doctor held his screwdriver to his ear, listening to it.
"Not now, Tallulah. Sorry. "
"What are you doing? " Martha questioned.
" If the Daleks are going to war, they'll want to find their number one enemy." I explained.
"I'm just telling them where we are."
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The Girl Behind The Watch (A Doctor Who Fan-Fiction)
FanfictionCatherine hasn't had an easy life. She's never met her parents. She doesn't even know her name. All she has is a fobwatch, that she doesn't dare open for fear of what she'll find inside. She's been living on the streets of New York City since she wa...
