"Sorry that we had to change the time Martha." Rita apologised walking with her friend on the stone path towards an old barn.

"It's fine, what changed though?" She curiously asked.

"Oh well, Mister Smith offered to show me around the village, I can't say no to that offer because we have no idea how much longer we will be here for. Hopefully it isn't too long, but still."

"You and him are getting quite close." She raised a brow.

"No Martha." Rita chuckled. "He was just being polite."

"You like him."

"I like no one." She sternly protested.

"You kissed the Doctor." She reminded her.

"I did not!" She squeaked as her eyes widened a little.

"You so did!" Martha pointed at Rita happily. "You do love the Doctor!"

"I... I..." she stuttered diverting her eyes in every possible direction but the human in front of her. "Martha Jones we will not mention a word of this. Not to him, not to anyone."

"But you kissed him before? Didn't he say anything to you?"

"No, he didn't." She shook her head. "He probably thought I would run off again." She ran a hand through her hair. "Oh this is my worst nightmare, ten thousand Daleks, that's nothing compared to..." she swallowing looking at the floor before muttering under her breath. "Loving the Doctor."

"Sorry, what was that?" Martha teased cupping an ear to hear better.

"I said, 'Loving the Doctor'." Rita sighed shaking her head.

"If you wish to not mention it to him I won't." Martha hummed opening the door to the old barn. Rita followed and beamed patting the TARDIS.

"Hey, there old girl." She patted the door once more then followed Martha inside.

"You're talking to a machine." Martha laughed.

"Oh, she's more than a machine, TARDISes were not built but grown, in a way they are alive. She hums and talks to me sometimes, very rarely though." Rita walked up to the console patting the rotor.

"You miss him don't you?" Martha sadly asked.

"It would be lying if I said that I haven't missed him since he said he would have to do it." Rita sighed. "Working in Bath was driving my crazy, I had little to no time to myself and the boys at the private school were not the best behaved."

"That's terrible," Martha muttered. "How are you so formal when around him?" She then asked leaning against the console.

"I mentioned about my parents once correct?" She asked and Martha nodded. "Well I had to repeatedly talk like that, the habit broke but sometimes old habits are still there, like an echo waiting to be restarted again." She explained then looked at the monitor. "Have you looked at what he left?"

"Yeah." Martha went over to the monitor and pressed a button. A pre-recorded video then appeared.

"This working?" The Doctor from before he changed tapped the screen. "Martha, before I change, here's a list of instructions for when I'm human: One, don't let me hurt anyone. We can't have that, but you know what humans are like. Two, don't worry about the TARDIS. I'll put it on emergency power so they can't detect it. Just let it hide away. Four. No, wait a minute, three. No getting involved in big historical events. Four, you. Don't let me abandon you. And fi-" she then started to fast forward the recording.

"I'm guessing he was ranting on about pears." She chuckled. "If we could do this in real life it would be brilliant."

"If only."Martha chuckled with the brunette.

"And twenty-three." The recording started again. "If anything goes wrong, if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do. Open the watch. Everything I am is kept safe in there. Now, I've put a perception filter on it so the human me won't think anything of it. To him, it's just a watch. But don't open it unless you have to. Because once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me, the Stone will be safe in Bath, she shouldn't come back until this is all over so you don't need to worry about her. It's all down to you, Martha. Your choice. Oh, and thank you." He smiled. Martha paused it and sighed.

"I wish you'd come back."

"So do I," Rita muttered. "He'll be back soon and we will be out of here. I'm sorry this has happened, Martha."

"So am I... don't you have any classes?" She asked.

"Not yet. I only have one this morning which finishes just after twelve."

"How did you even get a job as a teacher?" She questioned.

"I'm a Time Lady." She grinned. "I have my ways of getting things."

"You didn't?" She gasped.

"What?" The Stone frowned before her eyes widened. "No!" She laughed. "Dear Rassilon no, I just managed to convince the headmaster."

"Okay." Martha nodded before sighing. "I best go now." Martha sighed.

"I'll walk back to the school with you." Rita smiled. They then patted the console one last time then exited the TARDIS and headed back to the school.

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"Oh no..." Rita muttered to Martha walking towards the school. "This isn't something I expected to see... ever."

"Are you okay?" Martha asked seeing a look of slight horror on her face.

"It isn't him. I'm fine." She reassured the woman shaking her head yet slightly shaking at the sight she never even thought about seeing.

"Concentrate." Mister Smith ordered standing slightly behind a row of boys holding guns and firing. "Hutchinson, excellent work." He praised.

"Cease fire!" The Headmaster walked out.

"Good day to you, Headmaster."

"Your crew's on fine form today, Mister Smith."

Rita sighed shaking her head. "I'll see you later Martha." She walked over to where Mister Smith and the boys were.

"Excuse me, Headmaster," Hutchinson spoke up. "We could do a lot better. Latimer's being deliberately shoddy."

"I'm trying my best." He protested.

"You need to be better than the best. Those targets are tribesmen from the dark continent."

"That's exactly the problem, sir. They only have spears."

"Oh, dear me. Latimer takes it upon himself to make us realise how wrong we all are. I hope, Latimer, that one day you may have a just and proper war in which to prove yourself. Now, resume firing."

They started to fire again. Rita flinched at the sight. Latimer completely missed the targets and the firing stopped again. "Stoppage. Immediate action. Didn't I tell you, sir? This stupid boy is useless." He spat. "Permission to give Latimer a beating, sir."

"It's your class, Mister Smith." The headmaster looked at him.

"Permission granted."

"Perhaps," Rita stepped forward not wanting any violence, something she knew the Doctor would no doubt hate himself for later. "Perhaps Latimer could assist me in bringing some books to my class, I need them for my next lesson and I will have to make at least three trips to collect them all myself."

"Mister Smith?" The Headmaster raised a brow at him.

"Yes, very well." He nodded then looked at Latimer. "Of you go boy."

"Come on, there not that heavy," Rita told him walking off with the boy following her. "You shouldn't let them boys push you around." She quietly told him heading into the school. "I saw you in my class yesterday, you are quite clever, brighter than a lot of the boys in your class, don't let them keep you behind."

"Thank you, miss." He nodded.

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"Miss Stone?" She looked up from her desk after tidying the last of her notes from the previous lesson away.

"Mister Smith." She smiled seeing him at the door. "You kept your word I see."

"I tend to keep my promises." He chuckled quoting what she had said when they had met.

"Ah you did listen when I said that I keep to my word." She nodded. "I just need to place a few more things away." She told him placing them into a draw. "There." She smiled.

"Shall we go then?" He asked. She nodded and followed him out of her classroom.

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"Do you enjoy seeing them handling weapons?" Rita asked walking through the village with John.

"What do you mean?" He asked slightly frowning at her.

"The boys, do you enjoy seeing them handling weapons learning how to fight and kill?"

"Don't you think discipline is good for them?"

"But does it have to really be that kind of discipline? I know someone who was in a war, one of my closest friends... it changed him. Not in a good way either."

"I feel the deepest sympathy for your friend then." He nodded.

"I suppose." She muttered.

"You mention this friend a lot as if you have known him for years."

"I have." She nodded. "Known him for years, feels like centuries." She muttered. "I bet you and him would have quite a lot on common."

"I bet we wouldn't." He chuckled. "He sounds like everything I am not."

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"Well, he sounds extremely clever and amazing."

"And you're not?" She raised a brow.

"Not clever enough to just allow those boys to fight it seems."

"Everyone has their opinion." She replied. John looked at her and nodded before his eyes drifted to a woman on a bike ringing her bell, they then moved to a few men pulling a rope struggling to keep it in the air.

"Yes but he seems," his eyes drifted to the rope which started to fray. "Seems so," John then noticed a boy with a cricket ball in his hand standing near them. "So," John then grabbed the cricket ball and threw it at scaffolding outside of the building they were opposite. It fell and hit a plank causing a brick to be launched into the air, knocking a churn of milk. A woman with a pram stopped just before it as the piano fell.

Rita raised her brows at the sight then looked at John who shrugged. "Lucky."

"I have seen many extraordinary things, that was nowhere near luck."

"Rita, might I invite you to the village dance this evening, as my guest?"

"I don't see why I not." She chuckled. "You're impossible."

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"You spoke as if you were jealous of my friend earlier." Rita chuckled walking through the field with John.

"You frequently compare the both of us."

"As I mentioned earlier, you both have a lot in common. Although I don't believe he ever mentioned a skill of drawing and to think I have known him for years and ai never questioned if he ould or witnessed him draw.." She chuckled. "I'll have to ask him that when I next see him."

"All these years and you don't know if he can draw?" John asked sounding bewildered about the topic...

"He likes his secrets." She shrugged.

"Perhaps he could draw you? If he can draw.. perhaps I could draw you as well...."

"And I could compare your skills?" She raised a brow finishing his sentence "Are you sure?" Rita asked him. "Do you have any classes when we get back?"

"No." He shook his head. "Completely free. So?"

"Alright then, if it helps with practice for you I don't see why not."

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John sighed placing down the book as Rita raised a brow signing as well. She wasn't used to sitting still for s long period of time, let alone doing completely nothing.

"Yes, would you like to take a look?" He asked moving from where he was sitting opposite the brunette to now sitting beside her.

She looked at the drawing for a moment then raised a brow. "Are you sure I look like that?" She questioned. "You know I think you drew me before." She then pointed to a slithereen on the page next to the drawing of herself.

"Most definitely this page." He gently moved her hand pointing at the sketch of her. "Do you like it?"

"I'm not one to judge beauty, but you made me look far too beautiful." She chuckled.

He looked into her eyes for a moment before softly replying. "Well, that's how I see you."

"Are you sure?" She softly asked. "I know a good few who would very much disagree with that."

"I don't." He whispered before leaning in and softly kissing her. Rita's eyes widened for a moment, every inch and bone of her body told the brunette to stop, to pull away but she didn't.

"I've never..." John stuttered like a lost child. Rita didn't even think, his eyes looked exactly the same as his. She didn't even think about it before leaning into him and softly kissing his lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer deepening the kiss as she placed hers around his neck.

The door then opened and the two jumped away from each other, Rita looked down out of embarrassment feeling heat rise to her cheeks as the sound of someone came running in. "Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?" John snapped. Rita's eyes widened, her head jolting upwards seeing the look of slight shock of her friend who looked between the two and then ran out of the room.

"Martha!" Rita shouted jumping up to head after her friend.

"Rita, I'm sorry." He muttered looking down guilty for what just happened.

"No." She said her voice slightly cracking, shocked by what just happened. "I'll see you tonight John, she's just shocked." Rita then ran out wanting to explain herself to Martha. She looked left and right not seeing Martha there she sighed leaning her head against the wall.

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Later that evening Rita headed to Johns study after deciding on a dark blue dress which had an even darker blue of silk at the front with a pattern of different flowers on the sides and back matched with black slip on flats and of course the golden necklace with the Stone hiding the Time Lady from the family.

John looked up his mouth slightly dropping at the sight. "You... you look beautiful." He blushed walking over to her smiling softly.

"You'd best give me some warning." She teased "Can you actually dance?"

He thought for a moment then answered unsurely. "I'm not certain."

"Of course." She lightly chuckled. "Is there anything you're certain about?"

He looked at her then stepped forward taking her hands in his. "Yes. Yes." Leaning forward he kissed her again. Rita felt the wave of guilt flow through her once more. John then deepened the kiss, she forced the guilt away as John continued to kiss her, for his comfort she repeatedly told herself. Not her own.

They then pulled away as Martha burst in. John sighed out of annoyance moving his hand away from Rita's cheek.

"They've found us." Martha blurted out looking at Rita her face full of worry.

"Martha please don't tell me it's what I think it is."

"Martha, I've warned you." John started but was then cut off.

"They've found us, and I've seen them." She breathlessly explained. "They look like people, like us, like normal. I'm sorry, but you've got to open the watch." She then frantically searched the mantlepiece for it. Rita's eyes widened not seeing it there. "Where is it? Oh, my God. Where's it gone? Where's the watch?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked then looked at the brunette confused. "You had a watch. A fob watch. Right there." She pointed to the mantle.

"Did I? I don't remember."

"Martha don't." Rita warned stepping in front of her. "It will only make things worse, let me handle it please."

"But we need it." She protested. "Oh, my God, Doctor, we're hiding from aliens, and they've got Jenny and they've possessed her or copied her or something, and you've got to tell me, where's the watch?" He stepped aside from Rita and in front of John.

"Oh, I see." He blinked then looked at Rita and muttered: "Cultural differences" Before turning back to Martha. "It must be so confusing for you." She nodded thinking he understood. "Martha, this is what we call a story."

"Oh, you complete. This is not you." She waved a finger at him. "This is nineteen thirteen."

"Good. This is nineteen thirteen." He calmly told her.

"I've sorry. I'm really sorry, but I've got to snap you out of this." She then slapped him right across the face.

"Martha!" Rita grabbed her arm. "Outside now." She firmly ordered dragging her outside then shutting the door. "Okay now tell me, you said they have Jenny."

She frantically nodded. "They know we're here. They know something with Mister Smith and-"

"Do they know about me." She cut in gripping the woman's shoulders. "Martha if they know it makes it ten times worse, I can keep him safe but if they know about me then they will try and take either of us.

"I don't think they do."

"Okay." She sighed. "That's good enough, go to the TARDIS, see if the watch is there." Martha nodded sprinting off. Rita sighed entering the room once again shutting the door behind her. John snapped his head up looking slightly angry and terrified.

"The nerve of it." He muttered seeing Rita. "The absolute cheek. You think I'm a fantasist? What about her?" He pointed to the door.

"But, you did have a watch." Rita muttered in protest then looked down at the floor then up into his eyes her own turning slightly sad.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side Rita." John said walking with Rita towards the village hall a few minutes after the incident with Martha.

"Normally my friend stopped me. Sometimes not even he could." She chuckled thinking about all of the times where the Doctor had stopped her, held her back before.

"You've taken my arm in public." He informed her. Rita blinked and looked down not even realising that she infact had taken hold of his arm.

"I guess it would be a lie if I said I wasn't slightly scared.

"Spare a penny for the veterans of the Crimea, sir?" An old man holding a tin with a few pennys inside asked. John nodded digging his hand not with the brunettes into his pocket before bringing out A couple of pennys and dropping them into the tin. "Yes, of course. There you are." He again nodded hearing the clattering of the penny's before smiling at Rita then headed inside.

Upon walking in there were many tables set out with white clothes over them. A few people were stood around talking in groups or as couples. After a few minutes of talking a man then spoke up. "Ladies and gentlemen. Please take your partners for a waltz."

"Well Rita." John turned to the brunette. "Would you like to accompany me in a dance?" He held out his hand raising a brow.

"I believe that is why they call it a dance John." She chuckled not able to help smiling, she remembered all those times before where she insisted on the Doctor actually attempting to get better at dancing, not that she was any better. Placing her hand in his John slowly brought her over to the dance floor.

The village band then began to play. They started to move around the room and Rita chuckled looking down. "It seems that you can dance."

"I surprise myself." He laughed before bumping into another couple. "Sorry."

"Or maybe not." She laughed.

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She couldn't help but feel guilty as John headed off to get some drinks, Rita watched as Matron watched people dancing around with a saddened look on her face, the brunette knew of Matrons feelings towards John. Sighing Rita stood up and slowly made her way over to the woman sitting at her table all alone. "May I sit here Matron?" She asked. The woman almost jumped not noticing the brunette standing there. Slowly she nodded in approval, the Time Lady then smiled and sat down. "I know your feelings towards him." She glanced over to John chatting as he waited for the drinks. "And I'm sorry."

"Why?" She asked slightly frowning as her own eyes moved away from watching John.

"When you talk to him he's different from any other man you have met, correct?" Rita looked at Matron seriously.

"Yes." She replied looking slightly confused at where Rita was going with this conversation.

"I'm guessing that there are times where he has mentioned these strange things, strange brilliant, beautiful things." Her eyes then twinkled smiling as what the Doctor sometimes said before she looked at Matron turning serious again. "Like people and places that you have never heard of. But it's deeper than that. Sometimes when you look into his eyes you can see and you know, yoy just know that there's something else in there. Something hidden away in the dark."

"I don't know what you mean." She looked at the brunette strangely as if she was forcing herself not to listen. Rita opened her mouth to speak again however Martha ran over breathing heavily.

"Martha!" The brunette beamed. "Did you find it?"

"Sadly no, but I brought something else she discreetly brought out the Doctors sonic screwdriver. "I hoped that it would bring some memories.

"Hopefully." Rita softly smiled. "Did you happen to bring my sonic?" Martha nodded bringing out the Time Ladys sonic before handing it to her. "Ah I have missed this, don't let him know that." She chuckled.

"What is going on?" Matron asked sharttering the twos conversation.

"Oh, now really, Martha." John walked over to the table his a look of disappointment and slight anger on his face. "This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave." Martha sighed and looked at Rita who nodded. She then held up his sonic screwdriver.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked handing it to him. "Name it. Go on, name it."

"John, what is that silly thing?" Matron asked then looked at Rita who sadly sighed.

"You're not John Smith." The brunette explained. "You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he's real. He's you. I'm not really called Rita, well the Doctor calls me that. I may never know why he does but he does, I'm the Stone and your a Time Lord."

"There will be silence!" Clark shouted as Baines and Jenny walked into the hall along with a couple of scarecrows. "All of you!" He ordered.

A few people started to shrink an cried out. "I said, silence!" He ordered.

A man then stepped up to confront the family. "Mister Clarke, what's going on?"

Holding up his gun Clark pointed it at the man then vaporised him. Martha quickly turned to Mister Smith. "Mister Smith? Everything we just told you, just forget it! Don't say anything." She explained. Rita slipped her sonic into her small black bag cursing under her breath for not taking a dress from the TARDIS with pockets

Baines then began to shout. "We asked for silence!" His head then slowly turned in the direction of Mister Smith who looked frightened and panicked. "Now then, we have a few questions for Mister Smith."

A young girl holding a red balloon then jumped up from a seat at one of the tables and slowly walked over to the family while smiling. "No, better than that. The teacher. He's the Doctor, and the woman, science teacher, she's the Stone. I heard them talking."

"You took human form." Baines devilishly grinned enjoying the look of horror on Mister Smiths face.

"Of course I'm human. I was born human, as were you, Baines. And Jenny, and you, Mister Clark." He frantically said. "What is going on? This is madness."

"Ooo, and a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull."

"But he's no good like this." Jenny hissed.

"We need a Time Lord."

"Easily done." Baines then stepped forward holding his gun.

"Change back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." John looked at him in horror.

"Change back!" He shouted again.

"I literally do not know."

Jenny then grabbed Martha pointing a gun at her head, pulling her over as she screamed: "Get off me!"

"She's your friend, isn't she?" Jenny mockingly asked. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

"Leave her alone." Rita snapped glaring at her. "She has done nothing wrong, so let her go." She hissed.

"Wait a minute. The maid told me about Smith and the science teacher. That woman, there." She nodded.

"Then let's have you." Clark pointed a gun at Rita as he walked over grabbing her while placing the gun to her head.

"You have no idea who you are messing with." She hissed. "I am not one to mess with when I am angry and right now I am so angry!"

Baines looked at Rita then towards John whose face now turned to one full of shock. "Have you enjoyed it, Doctor, being human?" He asked. "Has it taught you wonderful things? Are you better, richer, wiser?" He paused then smirked. "Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? maid or Teacher? Your friend or your lover?" His face now in a full grin. "Your choice."