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

Chapter Eleven: Car Jackers

"So that's the human race five billion years in the future? Of their heads on chemicals?" Martha asked. She screamed and the Doctor and I whirled around to see a guy holding Martha and a girl pointing a gun at us.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, we just need three, that's all!"

"LET HER GO, I'M WARNING YOU!"

"IT'S NOT OUR FAULT!"

"Drop the gun we can help, I can help you but first you've got to LET HER GO!" The Doctor screamed. 

"Sorry." The slammed a door shut as they went through it and the Doctor started pulling on it.

"Three, they said they need three. Why? What does that mean?" I asked.

"I don't know." He took out his screwdriver, sonicing the door and throwing it open, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him. My legs, being significantly shorter than his, had to work overtime to keep up. We burst through an alley door to see a floating van. "MARTHA!" It sped away and I sighed.

"Ok then...back th the emotions shops."

"I'm sorry Catherine, I'm so sorry. This was meant to be a good first trip for you-"

"Doctor now is not the time to be apologizing. We have to save Martha." He nodded. "And for the record...after years of running a Hooverville during the Great Depression...this is exhilerating." He smiled slightly. I grabbed his hand. "Come along, Doctor. We've got work to do."

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I pounded on the window of the Happy box. She opened it.

"Ah, you've come back. WOuld you like some Happy-happy?"

"Who were those people, and where ahve they taken her?" I asked. Another window opened nearby. 

"They've taken her to the motorway." It's owner stated.

"Looked like car jackers to me."

"I'd give up now dears," Another added, "You won't see her again."

"Used to be thriving this place. You couldn't move. But they all go to the motorway in the end."

"He kept on saying three, we need three. What did he mean three?" The Doctor asked angrily. 

"It's the car-sharing policy, to save fuel. You get special access if you're carrying three adults."

"How do we get to the motorway?" I inquired.

"Straight down the alley, keep going to the end, you can't miss it." We started down the alley. "Tell you waht. But some happy-happy. Then you'll be smilin' my love."

"Yes, let us contribute, to you manipulating one of the best things that makes humans who they are," i told her, "A bit of advice, close up shop and pack your bags, because once we get our friend back? We're coming for you." I grabbed his arm, pulling him behind me.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." He muttered. 

"You think?" I asked.

"I'm posotive." I smiled at him. We reached the door and he soniced it, pushing it open. We walekd out onto a platform, and saw miles nf flying cars in every direction, a sickly smoke surrounding us and making us cough.

"What is that?!" I asked, pulling my jacket over my mouth and nose.

"Had to guess...exhaust fumes." He said, coughing into his sleeve. One of the car doors opened and a man with a scarf and a pilot's hat appeared.

"Hey! You daft little street struts! What are you doing standing there!? Either get out or get in, come on!" He put a hand on my pack, gently pushing me towards the car. We got in, coughing wildly as the man shut the door."Did you ever see the like?"

"here you go." A woman tried to put an oxygen mask on his face, but he took it, securing it over my face instead. I took a few puffs, passing it off to him.

"THey were jast standing there, breathing it in." He removed his goggles and scarf to reveal the face of a cat. I laughed. "Problem?"

"No, it's just...You're a cat."

"Is that an issue?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Of course not. It's brilliant is what is is." 

"There's this story, it says, back in the old days, on Junction 47, this woman stoo d in the ehaust fumes for a solid twenty minutes." I coughed and The Doctor passed the mask back to me. "By the time they found her, her head had swollen to fifty-feet." 

"Oh, you're makin' it up." The woman assured him. He sat back down in the driver's seat.

"A fifty food head. Just think of it. Imagine picking that nose.

"Oh, stop it, that's disgusting." 

"What, did you never pick your nose?"

"Bran, we're moving."

"Right, I'm there. I'm on it." I secured the mask back on the Doctor's face, running my thumb over the side of it before looking out the windshield.  He barely moved. "Twenty-yards, we're having a good day."

"Thank you. For saving us." I said.

"Oh, it's no problem. And who might the two of you be? Very well dressed for a pair of hitchhikers."  The Doctor removed th mask for the last time.

"Thanks, sorry. I'm the Doctor, this is Catherine."

"Medical man? My name's Thomas Kincade Brannigan, and this is the bane of my life, the lovely Valerie."

"That's sweet." I told them. 

"nice to meet you both."

"And that's the rest of the family behind you."  The Doctor turned, pushing the curtain aside to reveal a litter of kittens.

"That's nice. Oh, hello." He stood up, holding a beautiful little kitten.

"Oh..." I stroked it's head with my fingers. "Aren't you beautiful. How old are they?"

"Just two months." Valerie replied, stroking it as well.

"Pour little souls. They've never known the ground beneath their paws."

"They were born here?" I aseked, "Two months ago?"

"We couldn't stop. We heard there were jobs going, out in the laundries on Fire Island. Thought we'd take a chance."

"YOu've been driving for two months?" The Doctor asked, passing the kitten off to me.

"Do I look like a teenager? We've been driving for twelve years now." My jaw dropped. 

"I'm sorry...what?"

"Yeah, started out as newlyweds. Feels like yesterday."

"Feels like twelve years to me." Valerie disagreed.

"Ah, sweetheart, but you still love me."

"What about you two? How long have you been together?"

"Oh, we're not-" The Doctor started.

"I really, only just met him. We're not...we're not together, no."

"Don't worry Doctor. Valerie was in denial as well at the beginning. She'll come 'round." I shifted uncomfertable, looking down at the kitten in my arms to avoid looking at anyone.

"Sory, can I just-Twelve years? How far did you come? Where did you start?" The Doctor asked. 

"Battery Park. It's five miles back."

"Five miles in twelve years?!" I exclaimed. 

"I think they're a bit slow." Brannigan told his wife. I put the kitten back down in the basket.

"Where are you two from?"

"Never mind that. I've got to get out. My friend's in one of these cars. She was taken hostage. We've got to get back to the TARDIS." He opened the door, coughing at the exhaust fumes.

"You're too late for that. We've passed the lay-by." He shut the door again. "You're a passenger now, Sonny Jim."

"When is the next one?" I asked.

"Ooh...six months?"