"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.

Now that everyone had left Martha's grip loosened enough for Jenny to break free and rejoin the family on the other side of the room. Jones and Violet now stood either side of Martha. Jones gently took the gun from Martha, which he pointed towards the family now.

"Now where were we?" Violet leant forward rocking on her heels with her hands clasped behind her back. Martha Suppressed a smile, it was only a small thing, but it was defiantly a move that the Doctor would have done.

"They are all very brave, aren't they," Baines' eyes took each of them in in turn.

"We should have taken their forms. Much more fun. So much more mystery behind them," the family moved forward once again as Jenny taunted. The trio taking a step back each.

"What happened to Jenny? Is she gone?" Martha's voice shook. They were all so close to the door now, just a couple more steps.

"She is consumed. Her body's mine."

"So dead then," Jenny went to speak again but Jones continued, "we don't need to know the details, we can guess for ourselves." The three to another step back.

"Now if you'll excuse us we best be off," Jones threw the gun up in the air and the three watched as the family scrambled to catch it.

"Martha move. Now" Violet lightly shoved her as they all turned and ran through the same door everyone else had. When they reached The Village Halls entrance gate, they were surprised to see the Doctor and Joan stood outside.

"What on Earth are you two doing," Violet shouted, as they all got closer to the two.

"Don't just stand there, move!" Martha called out "God, you're rubbish as a human. Come on!" Then they were all running, running as fast as they could towards the school.

---

Violet a Jones gulped air as they pushed the main School doors shut behind them. That was close, far to close. They couldn't rest for long, as the loud clang of a bell rung throughout the hallway, echoing through the school. The sound game from the bell the Doctor had grabbed for the reception desk.

"What are you doing?" Martha ran up to him.

"Maybe one man can't fight them, but this school teaches us to stand together. Take arms! Take arms!" The Doctor yelled. Violet's eyes widened, the Doctor would never.

"No," Violet shouted moving from the door to grab the bell from her fathers hand.

"You want me to fight, don't you?"

"Not like this, there are other ways," he stopped staring down at her. Violet thought finally she had gotten throught to him.

"Take arms! Take arms!" Evidently she had not.

"I say sir, what's the matter?" One of the school boys quired following the other boys down the stairs and into the hall.

"Enemy at the door, Hutchinson. Enemy at the door. Take arms!" Violet sighed as the boys did what they were told. Guns were being brought out of storage and passed between boys, each loading and preparing one to be fired. Even Jones was handed one.

"Oh it's been a while since I fired one of these," Jones paused, "actually I don't think I've ever fired one of these," he brows furrowed looking over the gun that had been placed in his hold.

"Well it's a good job you won't be firing it then," Violet quipped snatching it out of his hand.

"Hey that's my gun."

"What in thunder's name is this?" The headmaster had arrived stomping down the stairs, his eyes scanning over the scene before him. "Before I devise an excellent and endless series of punishments for each and every one of you, could someone explain very simply and immediately exactly what is going on?"

"Headmaster, I have to report the school is under attack," the Doctor was breathing heavily now, all that bell ringing had taken a lot more energy out of him then first expected.

"Really? Is that so? Perhaps you and I should have a word in private."

"Sir, he tells the truth," Jones had stepped in by the Doctors side, leaving Violet stilling holding the gun she had snatched from him.

The Doctor turned to look at the Solider, nodding in thanks before turning back to explain "It's Baines, sir. Jeremy Baines and Mister Clark from Oakham Farm. They've gone mad, sir. They've got guns. They've already murdered people in the village. I saw it happen."

"And this is all true?" The headmaster was in disbelief.

"I'm afraid it's true, sir," Joan had come up to the Doctor other side now.

"Murder on our own soil?"

"Oh, for god's sake yes and they'll be more if you all don't just stop," the gun hung by Violets side as she leant against the stair rail. All eyes turned to her, "They'll be much more than just deaths if you don't listen to me."

"Michael, I think your wife is over stepping her boundary."

"My...My wife," Jones stuttered, glancing over at Violet, whose hearts skipped at least three beats.

"She wears a ring does she not?" The headmaster raised an eyebrow. Violet snorted the Doctor didn't bother to notice, but a man she barely knew noticed straight away.

"Perhaps we should focus on the situation had hand sir," the Doctor interjected.

"Very well. You boys, remain on guard. Mister Snell, telephone for the police. Mister Philips, with me. We shall investigate," Jones breathed a sigh of relief, that couldn't have been more awkward.

"No! But it's not safe out there," Martha moved to block the headmaster and Mr Philips.

"Since when were Women so disrespectful," needless to say Violet's blood begun to boil "Mister Smith, it seems your favourite servant is giving me advice. You will control her, sir." With that final comment the headmaster left, Mr Philips in toe.

"We've got to find that watch," Martha breathed out.

"I'll help," Violet moved to give the gun back to Jones, "you keep an eye on the Doctor, please."

"Yes Ma'am," he gave her a sault, to which she just shook her head. Joan watched the interaction a questioning look plastered on her face. Who were these people and where did they come from?

With one last look towards the boys Martha a Violet ran up the stairs in the direction of the Doctors Study. Violet was very much aware of Joan's footsteps running after them, she just hoped the matron would help rather than hinder. She understood what had occurred between her and the Doctor, but it couldn't last and it wouldn't.

---

Jones breathed a heavy sigh as the headmaster marched back into the hallway. He was alone, no Mr Philips.

"Mister Philips has been murdered, Mister Smith, Jones. Can either of you tell me why?"

"Honestly, sir, I have no idea," the Doctor shrugged, sweat trailing down his brow. He turned to Jones, who copied his action. Although he certainly knew why, but neither the Doctor in his current form or the headmaster would believe him for one second.

"And the telephone line's been disconnected. We are on our own," the Doctor added.

"If we have to make a fight of it, then make a fight we shall. Hutchinson, we'll build a barricade within the courtyards. Fortify the entrances, build our defences. Gentlemen, in the name of the King, we shall stand against them," the headmaster roared.

"Yes, sir!" The boys echoed.

They began to create barricades, covering the main doors with a wooden beam before moving into the kitchen and securing the passageways that led to the stables. Sandbags were passed between groups and carried out into the courtyard. Jones watched, he thought in wars before, wars that left scorches deep into the fabric of the universe. This however, right here right now was not a war, it was a game and the school boys were the pawns and he'd be damned if he let the Family of Blood achieve check-mate. Loading his gun, he followed behind the boys and out into the courtyard.

---

Violet and Martha immediately started rifling through the papers scattered across the Doctors desk. His room was a mess books and loose papers scattered the floor. Joan watched from her place stood by the window.

"I know it sounds mad, but when the Doctor became human, he took the alien part of himself and he stored it inside the watch. It's not really a watch, it just looks like a watch," Martha explained clocking onto the Matrons questioning looks.

"And alien means not from abroad, I take it," she was staring out of the window now. Violet felt bad for the women, she was in love, in love with a man she didn't understand.

"The man you call John Smith, he was born on another world," Martha sighed.

Violet had stopped looking through the papers, she heard something a faint echo of words she couldn't quite make out. She knew the watch wasn't in the room, it couldn't be because she'd heard it at The Village Hall. But the question remained that if they didn't have it, nor the Family of Blood, then who did?

"A different species?"

"Yeah," Martha nodded, unlike Violet she was still searching through the papers on the Doctors desk.

"Then tell me. In this fairy tale, who are you two?" Joan looked between the two women, one frantically shuffling through loose papers and the other stood completely still and calm.

"Just a friend. I'm not." Martha paused "I mean, you haven't got a rival, as much as I might. Just his friend," she trailed off stopping before she said to much. Violet tilted her heard slightly to look at her.

"And human, I take it?"

"Human. Don't worry. And more than that, I just don't follow him around. I'm training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine," Martha gritted out.

"Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your colour."

"Oh, do you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal," Martha pointed to each part of her hand as she read off the bones contained in the hand from memory.

Violet nodded an impressed look falling across her face. Martha was smart, very smart and Violet was disappointed in herself that it had only just occurred to her.

"You read that in a book," Joan exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes, to pass my exams. Can't you see this is true?" Martha hands fell to her sides, the matron was impossible to talk to.

"And what about you. You're not a nurse, are you?" Joan looked a Violet.

"I am not. Nor am I human, oh and neither is Jones," Violet took a couple of steps towards the women.

"Who are you to him?" Joan's breathing was shaky, she rung her hands round in circles in front of her. She couldn't look Violet in the eye, like she couldn't bring herself to notice her.

"His daughter," Violet's tone was calm. The words came out like a whisper, one you'd tell a ghost story in, one you'd use in the dark to scare.

"I must go," Joan backed away, her whole body was shaking now.

"If we find that watch, then we can stop them," Martha gestured to the room around her as she spoke.

"Those boys are going to fight. I might not be a doctor, but I'm still their nurse. They need me," Martha moved to stop her, but Violet shook her head. Joan turned around and left the room, the door swinging loudly behind her.

"You scared her off," Martha approached the time lady wagging a finger at her.

"The truth is scary sometimes Martha. Not everyone can handle it, especially if they are adamant, it is not true."

"It's not here, is it?" Violet shook her head and Martha screamed throwing the paper up in the air, "then were could it be."

"It's close I can hear it; it is calling out for the Doctor. I just can't pinpoint its location," Violet sighed, following Martha's frantic steps out of the study.

---

"Stand to!" Jones stood next to the Doctor. The gates to the school shook as they were pushed from the other side. He kept one eye on the Doctor and the other on the gate. The Doctors face gave away his thoughts, he was conflicted, terrified and confused and Jones didn't blame him.

"At post!" The headmaster shouted and each boy, aimed their guns towards the gate. Jones and the Doctor lifted theirs too.

"Enemy approaching, sir," one of the boys shouted as the gates started to move away from the wooden bar that had been drawn across it.

"Steady. Find the biting point," Jones wondered if that's what he sounded like when giving the orders to his men. He couldn't dwell on the thought, however because the gate broke open and the scarecrow army stumbled through.

"Fire!" The headmaster's voice was drowned out by the sound of gun fire and smoke. Jones squeezed the trigger and sure enough the scarecrows were knocked down one by one. They piled up at the entrance to the school.

"Cease fire!" Jones looked over at the Doctor, he hadn't fired a shot. Jones could tell because his was the only gun that didn't have smoke curling out from its barrel.

"I'd be careful sir," Jones warned as he watched the headmaster bend down to touch the scarecrows.

"They're straw. Like he said, straw," he muttered the last bit himself as he turned to look at the boys before him.

"So, no one's dead, sir? We killed no one?" It was Hutchinson who had spoken, he'd been kneeling on the ground operating the machine gun.

"Stand to!" Footsteps crunched along the gravel and out of the smoke a red balloon appeared. Jones had to squint. At first, he thought it was trick of the light, but then his eyes travelled down to see the little girl holding the balloon was the same girl from The Village Hall. Jones along with the other boys lowered their guns.

"You, child. Come out of the way. Come into the school. You don't know who's out there. It's the Cartwright girl, isn't it? Come here. Come to me," he went to take the girls hand, but Martha and Violets loud shouts stopped him.

"Mister Rocastle! Please, don't go near her," Martha was breathless, her hands resting on her knees as she panted.

"You were told to be quiet," Mr Rocastle snapped, turning to point a stern finger at her.

"Just listen to me. She's part of it. Matron, tell him," Martha begged as Joan stepped out of the school to see what was happening.

"I think that. I don't know. I think you should stay back, Headmaster," Joan stammered over her words, but never the less gestured for the headmaster to move away from the girl.

"Mister Smith. Mister Jones," Martha ground out the Jones as she noticed he has been strangely absent during the conversation.

"Yes, sorry, she was sir," Jones finally added with a nod.

"She was, she was with, with Baines in the village," the human Doctor finally exclaimed pointing at the Cartwright girl.

"Mister Smith, I've seen many strange sights this night, but there is no cause on God's Earth that would allow me to see this child in the field of battle, sir. Come with me." Rocastle held out his hand to the girl once again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you sir," but like before Violet was ignored.

"You're funny," Lucy titled her head to the side as she let out the smallest of giggles. The balloon bobbled up and down beside her.

"That's right. Now take my hand," Rocastle inched forward again his hand outstretched to the girl.

"So funny," this time she reached within her coat and produced the same gun that her other family members had been carrying. Then without another word pointed at the headmaster, who disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. The courtyard fell silent once more.

"Now who's going to shoot me. Any of you, really?" The boys started at her, not one of them moving.

"Put down your guns," as if the father, daughter genes were creeping through once again, Violet and the Doctor shouted the order at the same time.

"But sir, the headmaster," it was Hutchinson who had protested, pointing to where the headmaster had been standing just minutes earlier.

"I'll not see this happen. Not anymore. You will retreat in an orderly fashion back through the school. Hutchinson, lead the way," the Doctor ordered.

"But sir," the boy went to protest and as he did two more figures appeared from out of the gloom.

"You heard him, lead the way," Jones placed his hand on the boy's shoulder shoving him towards the school. Hutchison had no choice but to do as he was told this time.

"Well, go on, then." Bains taunted pointing his gun up into the sky, "Run!" He sneered.

"Jones you can't we've got to go," Violet warned the Solider, he hadn't placed his gun down like the others it was still in his hands and aimed at Bains.

"Come on!" Martha grabbed the Doctor pulling him with her, Joan not far behind.

"I can shoot him," Jones whispered, his finger was on the trigger, but before he could fire the gun was pulled from his grip.

"I said no," Violets unimpressed face started back at him, "We've got to go now." Jones no better than to protest so with Violet, hot on his heels he ran inside following where Martha, the Doctor and Joan had gone.

---

They found the group in the stables ushering the boys out one by one.

"Let's go. Quick as you can," the Doctor shouted giving each boy and nudge on the shoulder as they passed.

"Don't go to the village. It's not safe," Martha called out after them all.

"And you, ladies. Jones too," the Doctor gestured to the remaining adults in the room.

"Not till we've got the boys out," Joan protested.

"Bains and those Scarecrows will be in the school by now. Plus it's not the boys their after," Violet went to push the woman out the same ways the boys had gun, but the Matron stood her ground.

"Now, I insist," the Doctor had run off to the other door, the one that led back to the school, "and no arguments, all three of you just go," he pulled on the door "if there are any more boys inside, I'll find them," However, as he opened it the scarecrows began shuffling forward into the room.

"I think, retreat," everyone nodded as he slammed the door shut. Once again, the group was running.

---

"Doctor! Doctor!" The group crouched in the bushes a little away from the school. They all saw Clark stood outside the school and blue telephone box behind him alongside two scarecrows.

"Oh no," Jones muttered under his breath.

"It's ok they can't get in without a key," Violet reassured him and Martha who also looked nervous.

"Come back, Doctor. Come home. Come and claim your prize," Mr Clark taunted, laughing as the rest of the family came outside to join him.

"Out you come, Doctor. There's a good boy. Come to the Family," Bains called.

"Time to end it now," Jenny's voice joined the mix.

"You recognise it, don't you?" Martha asked as the Doctor started intently at the phone box. His expression was blank as he stared.

"I've never seen it in my life," he whispered in confusion.

"Do you remember its name?" Martha pressed.

"I'm sorry, John, but you wrote about it," Joan hand moved to rest a gentle hand on his shoulder, "The blue box. You dreamt of a blue box."

"I'm not..." his voice cracked, "I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be. John Smith, with his life, and his job, and his love," stray tears started to flow freely down his cheek, "Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man?"

"Yes. Yes, he is," Joan reassured.

"Why can't I stay?" He chocked, looking at the four faces staring at him.

"But we need the Doctor," Martha begged.

"And I need my father," Violet added. The Doctor turned to look at her and it's as if he saw right through her.

"What am I, then? Nothing. I'm just a story," he wiped his hand over his face to remove the tears, before he stood up and ran away. Violet sighed getting up and running after him, the rest followed.

"This way. I think I know somewhere we can hide," the group stopped when Joan suddenly started to walk up the lane on their left side.

"We've got to keep going," the Doctor threw his arms up into the air gesturing further into the dark.

"Just listen to me for once, John. Now, follow me," there was no protest from anyone else, it was too dark and cold to argue anymore. Joan led them up the path and after a few minutes a low-level cottage came into view. It was old looking and not a flicker of light could be seen coming from inside.

"Oh, here we are. It should be empty. Oh, it's a long time since I've run that far," Joan puffed out as she jogged the last little bit to the door.

"But who lives here?" Martha asked.

"If I'm right, no one," Joan answered pushing the door open.

Inside it was dark. What was strange to Violet was that the table was laid as if for tea. A set of pink China tea cups, with matching plates and a tea pot sat neatly on the table. Violet went to touch the tea pot finding that it was stone cold.

"Hello?" Joan called moving further into the room. There came no reply, ''No one home. We should be safe here."

"Whose house is it, though?" Martha asked looking around at how abandoned the whole house appeared to be.

"Er, the Cartwrights," Joan replied.

"That little girl at the school, you called her Lucy Cartwright," Jones turned to look at the Doctor, who nodded his head slowly.

"Or she's taken Lucy Cartwright's form," Joan added and Violet wasn't the only one impressed. It seemed the Matron had finally caught on. ''If she came home this afternoon and if the parents tried to stop their little girl, then they were vanished."

"I must go to them, before anyone else dies," the Doctor went to leave the room, but Jones was there to place his hand on the man's chest pushing him further back into the room.

"You can't. Martha, there must be something we can do," Joan begged.

"Not without the watch," Martha replied.

"You're this Doctor's companion. Can't you help? What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you? Any of you?" The Doctor gestured to each of them.

"Because he's lonely," it was Violet's time to be emotional as she took a step towards him.

"And that's what you want me to become?"

"Of course not, you'll always have me your daughter," Violet spoke softly coming to rest a hand on his, "I figured out why you can't see me like Martha and Jones do. It's because you don't want to see me."

"I don't understand?" Joan spoke, "it like I know you're there, I can see you but I don't want too."

"Perception filter, a very strong one that even a Time Lord can't comprehend," Violet explained pulling the necklace from underneath her collar, "it's the reason The Family of Blood couldn't smell me, it's because in the same way this tricked you into not wanting to see me, it tricked them into not wanting to smell me."

"They see through smell," Jones clamped his hand to his forehead, "Of course."

"It's just it worked to well because not even the Tardis sees me as your daughter. So, when it rewrote the Doctor into a human, it left me out." She removed the necklace throwing it down on the kitchen table, Joan gasped.

"I... I see you properly now, it's like there was a fog before," Violet nodded over at the woman.

"Now like you can see me, they'll be able to smell me," she breathed out slowly, "so we've got to work quickly.''

The room then collectively froze as someone or something knocked at the door. Martha was the only one that moved to open it.

"What if it's them?" Joan panicked, trying to get Martha to stop.

"I'm not an expert, but I don't think scarecrows knock," she shrugged, continuing towards the door. When she opened it, she was met by one of the boys from the school, in the palm of his hand he held a fob watch.

"I brought you this," Martha breathed a sigh of relief, pulling the boy into the room and placing him in front of the Doctor.

"Oh, thank god," jones sighed, a small smile creeped up onto his lips, the end was closer now.

"Hold it," Martha prodded.

"I won't," the human doctor stepped further away once again.

"You have to. You can't ignore me like I'm not here anymore," Violet crossed her arms staring him down.

"I don't know who you are," the Doctor protested.

"I'm your daughter," she shouted at him, "the crown Princess of the Universe, the protector of time and the last living child of Galifrey."

"It, it told me to find you. It wants to be held," the boys hands began to shake now. Violets words had gone straight through him and everyone else in the room too.

"You've had this watch all this time? Why didn't you return it?" Joan was the first to speak again.

"Because it was waiting. And because I was so scared of the Doctor," he explained.

"Why?"

"Because I've seen him. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun," he paused turning to look and Violet, "and you're the same," he added.

"Stop it," the Doctors hands went to his hair.

"He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe," he continued to speak.

"Stop it! I said stop it," the Doctor shouted again.

"And he's wonderful, and so are you" the young boy finished, turning to face Violet in the end.

"I've still got this. The journal," Joan produced a leather-bound book from under her coat.

"Those are just stories," the Doctor shook his head.

"No they're not. They're memories Doctor, your memories all written down. All in one place; the Chameleon Arch its ancient Time Lord Technology, older than me. Your memories are leaking through in dreams and visons. Your life is in that book," it was then he finally looked at her, not through her, but really looked at her. Then the cottage shook.

"What the hell?" Martha exclaimed as they all ran to the window. Great red and orange fireballs flew across the sky before flying down, leaving devastation behind them.

"They're destroying the village," Joan gasped.

"The watch," the Doctor finally took it in his hands.

"John, don't," Joan protested, but it was too late, the watch had started to talk.

"Closer," it echoed.

"Can you hear it?"

"Closer," it repeated.

"I think he's asleep. Waiting to awaken," the Doctor muttered, looking down at the watch in his hand.

"Little man," Violet snorted at the watches description of the human Doctor.

"Why did he speak to me?" The boy asked, he looked at Violet for the answer, but it was no she who answered.

"Oh, low level telepathic field. You were born with it. Just an extra synaptic engram causing..." Martha's face lit up for a fraction of a second, that was very much the Doctor speaking, "Is that how he talks?"

"Oh yes," Jones smiled, clapping his hand together.

"That's him," Martha nodded along.

"Now all you have to do is open it and he's back. The Doctor will be back," Violet added.

"You knew this all along. All of you did and yet you watched while Nurse Redfern and I..." He trailed off, disappointment and sadness evident on his face.

"We didn't know how to stop you. He gave us a list of things to watch out for," Martha stuttered out.

"But that wasn't included," Violet finished for her. She knew this moment would come and it was just as heart breaking as she had imagined.

"Falling in love?" The Doctor started at them all in disbelief "That didn't even occur to him?"

"Time Lords don't love like humans do," Violet looked over at him sadly, "I'm sorry."

"Then what sort of man is that? And now you expect me to die?" He shouted.

"It was always going to end, though! The Doctor said the Family's got a limited lifespan, and that's why they need to consume a Time Lord. Otherwise, three months and they die. Like mayflies, he said," Martha pleaded with him once again.

"So, your job was to execute me."

"People are dying out there. They need him and I need him. Because you've got no idea of what he's like. I've only just met him. It wasn't even that long ago. But he is everything. He's just everything to me and he doesn't even look at me, but I don't care, because I love him to bits. And I hope to God, he won't remember me saying this," After Martha spoke the cottage shook once again.

"It's getting closer," the young boy shouted as everyone watched the fire balls fall once again from the sky.

"I should have thought of it before. I can give them this. Just the watch. Then they can leave and I can stay as I am," the Doctor waved the watch around making a move towards the door.

"You can't do that!" Martha exclaimed.

"Yeah, don't you dare," Violet added.

"If they want the Doctor, they can have him," he shouted back, sweat pouring down his face.

"He'll never let you do it," Martha pointed out, sighing. They were running out of time and fast.

"If they get what they want, then, then..." He was cut off by Joan.

"Then it all ends in destruction. I never read to the end, but those creatures would live forever to breed and conquer, for war across the stars for every child. Martha, Timothy, Micheal and Violet, would you leave us alone, please?" The four of them nodded rather reluctantly, but never the less they left them alone.

The your off them sat outside, looking up at the night sky they watched as it burnt around them. Martha turned to Timothy wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug. Jones and Violet stood side by side watching on, as the family continued their assault. About five minutes passed, that's all it took for the Doctor to whizz right by them.

"Oh god, please tell me that wasn't John Smith," Violet exclaimed as she watched the figure rush off and disappear into the night.

" I...er," Jones looked between the two women then back to the house, "stay here all of you I'll go after him," Jones shot off after the Doctor leaving the others to stare after him.

It didn't take him long to catch up with the Doctor. He was only a few strides behind the Time Lord, just in time to catch him before he entered the field, where the family's ship was concord in its own perception filter.

"Wait, just wait..." Jones breathed out as he finally came to the man's side. But he didn't speak, just lifted his finger to his lips and winked before disappearing through the ships cloaking. Shaking his head Jones had no choice but to follow, he had to see how this ended.

"Just..." The Doctor was cut off as the ship rocked from side to side. He lost his balance falling against a column of switches in the process. Jones was jolted by the movement too, but managed to keep his balance.

"Just stop the bombardment. That's all I'm asking. I'll do anything you want, just, just stop," the Doctor begged.

"Say please," Baines taunted his lips curling into a sneer.

"Please," the Doctor begged. Jones had hidden himself behind one of the columns hoping he wouldn't be seen. So far it was working. Although it still didn't mean he knew what the Doctor was planning.

"Wait a minute," Jenny moved forward sniffing the air, "Still human."

"Now I can't, I can't pretend to understand, not for a second, but I want you to know I'm innocent in all this. He made me John Smith. It's not like I had any control over it," the ship rocked once again, this time it dislodged Jones from his hiding spot falling into the Doctor who as he fell ran his hand over another set of switches on the wall. It was then Jones finally caught onto his plan.

"He didn't just make himself human. He made himself an idiot. With idiot friends," Jenny scoffed directing the last comment at Jones.

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that," Jones whispered under his breath.

"Same thing, isn't it?" Bains let out a chuckle this time.

"I don't care about this Doctor and your family. I just want you to go. So I've made my choice. You can have him. Just take it, please! Take him away," he held out the watch, Bains smiled once again it was within his grasp.

"At last," the ship rocks once more bumping the Doctor into Jones, whose turn it was to fall against another row of switches.

"Family of Mine, now we shall have the lives of a Time Lord," the Doctor and Jones watched with horror on their faces as Baines opened the watch and the family behind him simultaneously sniffed. But nothing happened.

" It's empty!" Baines roared infuriated.

"But where's it gone," Jones frantically stumbled out looking between the family and the Doctor.

"You tell me," Baines threw the watch back to the Doctor who without looking caught it in one hand from his slumped position on the floor in front of Jones.

"Oh, I think the explanation might be you've been fooled by a simple olfactory misdirection. Little bit like ventriloquism of the nose. It's an elementary trick in certain parts of the galaxy. But it has got to be said, I don't like the looks of that hydroconometer. It seems to be indicating you've got energy feedback all the way through the retrostabilisers feeding back into the primary heat converters," Jones smiled, that was the Doctor he knew.

" Yes don't look to good does it,"Jones hummed as the Doctor helped him to his feet, "Because if there's one thing you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have let us press all those buttons."

"But, in fairness, I will give you one word of advice. Run," the Doctor finished off grabbing the Solider by the arm and leading him out of the ship.

Seconds later it exploded and the Family of Blood laid scattered across the grass. Their ship was gone. They were left to stare up at the two maple figures before them, a Commander form the army of the Universe and the fury of a Time Lord. That night was the last anyone would ever see of the Family of Blood. They'd wanted to live for ever and the Doctor made sure they did.

"I'm just packing the last few things, sorry," Violet muttered, she was in the room she had been given when they'd all first arrived at the School. It was the Doctor who had entered the room.

"That's all right. We've got all the time in the Universe," he smiled walking further into the room. He stopped the look out the window before facing her, his expression series.

"it's funny how I still remember things from being John smith," he started to talk but stopped.

"Hmm... like what," Violet shut her case, the fastenings latching together with a soft click.

"Like the fact you're married," she paused, suddenly going very still. Suddenly her hands were grabbed and she felt the Doctors fingers running along the ring that's sat on her left hand.

"I..." She couldn't even look him in the eye.

"I get you don't know me as well as any other Daughter would know her father. But you lie to me or keep secrets from me then we'll have a problem," she gulped, Timothy was very much right the Doctor was very much a man to be scared of. He let go as quickly as he had grabbed hold.

"Anyway, we're all waiting for you," and then he was gone and Violet was shaking. He was angry. Angry that she hadn't told him sooner and angry at not knowing who her husband was.

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