Her Secrets {Doctor Who FanFic}

Human Nature

I know I said I wasn't going to upload a new chapter until I reached the halfway mark of Partners in Crime but I've been out of it lately and decided to just update. I'm literally running on 30 mins of sleep (4 cups of coffee with chocolate sauce). Sigh, I'm such a dunce at times. Anyways, onto the chapter. Hope you enjoy the fluff.

-Brytt

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The three of us ran into the Tardis closely followed by a blast from an energy gun, which narrowly missed me. I moved to turn around but remembered why the creatures were after the Doctor and me. “Get down!” I yelled as I slammed the door shut before any of us were shot.

“Did they see you?”

“I don’t know.”

“But did they see you?!”

“I don’t know. I was too busy running.”

“Martha, this is extremely important. Did they see your face?”

“No, they couldn’t have.” I nodded and the Doctor went up to the console, putting in coordinates.

“Off we go!” the Tardis flew into the vortex. Not a second later, an alarm began to sound.  “Argh! They’re following us.”

“How can they do that? You’ve got a time machine.”

“Stolen technology- they've got a Time Agent's vortex manipulator. They can follow us wherever we go, right across the universe. They're never going to stop, unless… we'll have to do it.”

“Doctor…”

“I know. But I have to keep you safe Rys. I can’t let them take you.”

“I just got myself back. I don’t want to go back in there.”

“I know. We’ll do it together.”

“No. It’s so much worse for me. I don’t go into a watch. Everything I am goes into this bracelet.”

“Rys, no matter what, you’ll still be you. I’ll be with you until it finishes.”

“Promise?”

“I swear.” I sighed and pulled off the bracelet, moving to the monitor and inputting controls before placing it in the holder, the charm facing up. “Martha, you trust us, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Because it all depends on you.”

“What does? What am I supposed to do?”

He held out an ornately decorated pocket watch. “Take this watch ‘cause my life depends on it. This watch, Martha. This watch is-”

I sat up, wiping away a stray tear that fell, feeling as if I were that Rys woman. Looking to my left, I saw John sleeping soundly, his expression peaceful. As I inched out of the bed, I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me back into him. “And where do you think you’re going, Mrs Smith?”

“To prepare myself for the day, Mr Smith,” I replied turning to face him. I looked into his eyes, his warm chocolate brown eyes that I loved dearly. As we remained that way, gazing at the other, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Martha entered the room carrying a breakfast tray. Seeing us still in bed, she turned, returning to the door. “Pardon me, Mister and Missus Smith. You’re not dressed yet. I can come back later.”