𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

Family Of Blood Pt. 1

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

"You want us to fight, don't you? Take arms! Take arms!"

"I say sir, what's the matter?"

"Enemy at the door, Hutchinson. Enemy at the door. Take arms!" the guns are being passed out.

"You can't do this, Doctor. Mister Smith!"

"Redfern, maintain position over the stable yard. Faster now. That's it."

"They're just boys. You can't ask them to fight. They don't stand a chance" Martha says.

"They're cadets, Miss Jones. They are trained to defend the King and all his citizens and properties" the Doctor replies the Headmaster enters.

"What in thunder's name is this? 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" {Y/N} says.

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

"No, I promise you, sir. I was in the village with Matron. 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" she replies.

"Matron, is that so?"

"I'm afraid it's true, sir."

"Murder on our own soil?"

"I saw it. Yes."

"Perhaps you did well then, Mrs Smith. What makes you think the danger's coming here?"

"Well, sir, they said..."

"Baines threatened Mister Smith, sir. Said he'd follow him. We don't know why."

"Very well. You boys, remain on guard. Mister Snell, telephone for the police. Mister Philips, with me. We shall investigate."

"No! But it's not safe out there" Martha shouts.

"Mister and Mrs Smith, it seems your favourite servant is giving me advice. You will control her" Rocastle and Philips leave.

"I've got to find that watch" Martha says.

"Hold us. Keep us safe. Keep us dark. Keep us closed. The time is not right. Not yet. Not while the Family is abroad. Danger!"

*Time skip*

"Mister Philips has been murdered, Mister and Mrs Smith. Can you tell me why?" the Headmaster says.

"Honestly, sir, we have no idea. And the telephone line's been disconnected. We are on our own" {Y/N} says.

"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."

"Yes, sir! Right, come on. Let's get moving" some boys run off.

"Ashington, we need water for the Vickers gun. See to it. Faster. All of you, faster."

"Lockley, when firing commences, you're in charge of the gallery" the Doctor says.

"Peterson, that is not acceptable. Report to your senior officer."

*Time skip*

Joan has changed into her uniform and walks up to {Y/N} and the Doctor.

"You're with Armitage and Thwaites. They know the drill. Joan, it's not safe" the Doctor says.

"I'm doing my duty, just as much as you. Tell me about Nottingham."

"Sorry?" {Y/N} asks.

"That's where you two were brought up. Tell me about it."

"Well, it lies on the River Leen, its southern boundary following the course of the River Trent which flows from Stoke to the Humber" the Doctor says.

"That sounds like an encyclopaedia. Where did you live?"

"Broadmoor Street. Adjacent to Hotley Terrace in the district of Radford Parade" {Y/N} replies.

"But more that facts. When you two were children, where did you play? All those secret little places, the dens and hideaways that only a child knows? Tell me. Please tell me."

"How can you think that we're not real?" the Doctor asks.

"No, i- th-" Joan stutters.

"But this 'Doctor' sounds like some, some romantic lost prince. Would you rather that? Am I not enough?" the Doctor suddenly turns to {Y/N} tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, that's not true. Never" she replies.

"We've got to go" he says quietly.

"Martha was right about one thing, though. Those boys, they're children. You two wouldn't want them to fight, never mind the 'Doctor' or '{Y/N}'. The two I was getting to know, they know it's wrong, don't they?"

"Mister Smith, if you please!"

"What choice do we have?"

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