Her Secrets {Doctor Who FanFic}

Time Crash

Once the door had closed, the Doctor pulled on a lever. I had gone to sit on the jump seat, my thoughts erratic as I thought of Martha. While she wasn’t my companion, she had become a friend, whether I, or anyone else, refused to admit it. As I came to the realisation, an alarm began to blare and the Tardis violently spun, throwing us to our feet. Getting to my feet and looking around, I saw Kie run into the console room but before he hand made it too far in, I had made my way to him and dragged him around the corner. As he tried to protest, he soon stopped when I pointed to the fifth incarnation of his father. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw that version of him for the first time. He was quite dapper in his cricket attire, not that the versions I had been around for weren’t in their desired attire. I couldn’t help but smirk as I heard my husband speaking with the Tardis.

“Ah, stop it! What was all that about, eh? Eh? What’s your problem?”

“Right, just settle down now.” I had to stifle a giggle as the two bumped into each other. “So sorry.” They quickly faced each other, neither moving as they seemed to examine the other.

“What?”

“What?”

“What!”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, brilliant. I mean, totally wrong. Bit emergency, universe goes bang in five minutes but, brilliant.” While I wanted to say something to the- my idiot husband as he rambled on, I refused. I didn’t know if our mental bond would cross over to his previous incarnation and then create a paradox.

“I’m the Doctor. Who are you?”

“Yes, you are. You are the Doctor.”

“Yes, I am. I’m the Doctor.” I turned to see Kie face palm, embarrassed by his father’s stupidity.

“Oh, good for you, Doctor. Good for brilliant old you.”

“Is there something wrong with you?” In our little corner, Kie and I shared a glance, and shortly nodded, even though we both knew neither could see us. His fifth incarnation, however frowned, not at all amused with his successor’s shenanigans.

“Oh, there it goes, the frowny face. I remember that one.” He placed his hands over his previous incarnation’s cheeks, moving them up and down. “Mind you, bit saggier than I ought to be. Hair's a bit greyer. That's because of me, though.” When the Doctor pulled his hand away from his hair and worked the console, his poor fifth incarnation immediately brought his hands to his face, trying to assess what his successor had said. “The two of us together has shorted out the time differential. Should all snap back in place when we get you home. Be able to close that coat again. But never mind that. Look at you! The coat, the crickety cricket stuff… the stick of celery. Yeah. Brave choice, celery, but fair play to you. Not a lot of men can carry off a decorative vegetable.”

“Shut up!” He snatched his hat from his head. “There is something very wrong with my Tardis, and I've got to do something about it very, very quickly, and it would help, it really would help if there wasn't some skinny idiot ranting in my face about every single think that happens to be in front of him!” With that, I lost the little control I hand and barked out a laugh as the Doctor sheepishly apologised to himself. “Who’s there?”

Knowing I could no longer hide, I mouthed for Kie to stay put before I pulled on my bracelet. While it no longer carried my essence, the perception filter was fully functional and would be enough to make the man believe I was human. Putting up my blocks as an extra precaution, I stepped out of my hiding spot. “Hello. Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It’s just, there hasn’t really been anyone to tell him off like that… well besides me.”