The Witness (Doctor Who x OC)

The Memories of an Old Man

"Do you want to travel with me?" He asked as we both made our way towards the Tardis.

"No. I can't. I have my own things to do. However, if I'm ever needed, contact me"

"How?"

I write down a number on a piece of paper and hand it to him. "You dial this number into any kind of phone or keypad or computer and I'll get your message"

***

A while passed since I saw him and then, all of a sudden, I got a strange message. It wasn't from the Doctor himself, but from a woman.

"Who's this?" I ask.

"I'm Martha Jones. Are you the Witness?" She sounded frantic.

"Yes, but you can call me Del, what is it?"

"I need your help. It's the Doctor"

"Where are you?"

"November 10th, 1913"

"I'm on my way"

"Wait" she said before I could hang up. "The Doctor lost his memory. Here he's known as Mr. Smith"

"Why?"

"He's hiding from aliens, he doesn't remember anything"

I went to the time she told me, after changing into some more appropriate clothing. The Doctor was acting as a teacher in an all boys academy. He looked the same as always but wore weird clothing.

"Can I help you miss?" A dark skinned woman with black hair in a maid's uniform asks me.

"Yes I'm looking for someone called Mr. Smith" I say, mimicking a British accent.

"And who are you?"

"Del"

Her eyes widened. "Uh, yes, please follow me"

She showed me towards the stairs and I could see the Doctor talking with someone dressed in a nurse uniform at the top of the stairs. I raised an eyebrow when I saw the Doctor slowly inching away from her, falling down the stairs towards where I was standing beside the maid.

"You really need to watch where you're going Mr. Smith" I state, looking down at him.

His eyes weren't the old ones that belonged to the Doctor, they were ones that belonged to a man who hadn't been close to death or anything near unusual. They were young.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"No sir, we've never met before. I'm Ms. Chevrolet"

"Chevrolet? Aren't you that new female teacher?"

"That I am. Anyways, I'll let the nurse see to it that you're alright" I tell him. "Ms. Jones, show me to my room"

"Yes this way"

I started walking in the direction she pointed to. She hurried after me. "How did you-"

"It's not that hard to recognize a voice"

I settled into my room and Martha watched me curiously as I searched the room for anything alien, not including myself.

"The years of fashion I despise" I mumble, trying to make the dress I was wearing comfier.

"How did you manage to get a job here so far? And teaching?" She asked.