Turn Your Back, Look Away and Blink

By CharmingSlayer/Lumendea

Chapter One: Weeping Angels

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and gain nothing from the creation of this story

AN: I'm cleaning up the language and some grammar errors in this older story. My hope is within the next year to have most of my stories cleaned up.

Senior Torchwood Agent Rose Tyler breathed in the fresh earthy smell of the park as she sat down on one of the low benches of the park, pushing a few strands of now naturally dark blond hair from her face. Taking a walk instead of going out to lunch was proving to be a most relaxing option. A morning storm had cleansed the earth making it smell so alive. Rose pulled out a small sandwich from her bag and unwrapped it as she looked around the park. It was close to Torchwood and she had often retreated here from work over the course of the last five years, but something new caught her eye today. It was a statue on the other side of the flower gardens and was about human height, but she couldn't quite make out the shape of it. Rose stood up from the bench, still nibbling on her sandwich and walked toward it.

Rose blinked in surprise as the appearance of the odd new statue when she could see it clearly. It was a full sized angel in a draping robe with feathered wings, but held its face in its hands as if crying. Rose turned to see three more similar statues nearby all crying into their hands. She shrugged off the odd additions to the park and turned to start back to work. Suddenly, a cold rush overtook her and she slammed her eyes shut, dropping her purse in the process.

Sighing in relief as the cold rush ended, Rose opened her eyes only to blink and spin in place. She was no longer in the central London park, but was instead in a large open farm field. A scarecrow hung not ten meters from her and Rose could make out only a few small buildings nearby. After taking a deep breathe, Rose took another look around and recognized that her location had completely change. London was gone, the statues were gone and even the purse that had fallen to her feet was gone. Rose pulled her black suit coat tighter around herself to fight the early morning chill.

"Oi what is you doing out here my field?" A masculine voice called out suddenly to her right.

Turning, Rose saw a heavy set man in a brown suit. Judging from his clothing, Rose was already beginning to guess that something had gone very wrong with her lunch hour. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself as she started moving toward the man, grateful that she was at least wearing sensible shoes.

"I'm sorry sir could you tell me where I am?" Rose asked as politely as she could manage.

The man balked at her question for a moment before he answered her, "You're near Farringham miss." The look of shock on Rose's face must have alerted him that she wasn't just an insane woman standing around in a man's suit since he asked, "Are you quite all right?"

Rose shook her head and looked around before asking, "Pardon me sir but what is the date and year?"

Mister Clarke raised his eyebrows high at the woman's question but answered gently, not wanting to alarm the clearly ill woman, "November 1, 1913."

Rose bit her lip to hide her surprise and nodded slowly. "And I'm near Farringham?"

The gentleman nodded and took her arm gently. His whole bearing changed as he said, "Yes miss now come along, it is clear you need some rest and warming up." He began to lead her towards a worn dirt road.

Rose nodded, deciding that having been thrown back in time nearly one hundred years and into who knew what universe it was best to play the part of an ill woman in need of help until she found the source of or a solution to her problem. She whispered an apology to her mother under her breathe for vanishing again as she allowed the man to lead her toward his home.

Mister Clark glanced over at the strange woman walking along next to him, "I am Mister Clarke Miss, might I inquire your name and where you are from?"

Taking a moment to think, Rose came to a fast decision to fake it, "My name is Rose . . . " she trailed off, " . . . I think but I can't remember anything."

Her guide stopped suddenly and exclaimed, "Nothing?"

Rose meekly shook her head and looked down at her clothes, "I can't even recall how I came to be in these clothes or in your field."

Giving a short nod, Mister Clarke took her arm. Looking back at her in gently said, "Well don't worry my home is just on a little way more, my wife will get you cleaned up and warm. The school has a nurse, I'm sure she'll take a look at you since our village's doctor is traveling."

Nodding Rose put on a genuinely grateful face as she replied, "I cannot thank you enough for your help."

Mister Clarke straightened up and firmly informed her, "I'm a gentleman Miss Rose."

They walked in silence until they reached a small house on the edge of the field, it had smoke curling from the chimney and given how cold Rose was, looked wonderful. Mister Clarke opened the door and motioned Rose inside. She sighed in relief as she stepped into the warm air and felt it start to seep into her body. A middle-aged woman with dark brown hair piled atop her head stepped into the main room, her eyes widening at the sight of Rose. Mister Clarke cleaned his throat to regain his wife's attention.

"Anne," Mister Clarke said with air of importance, "I found this girl out in the fields, clean her up while I fetch the school's nurse to look her over."

Anne nodded to her and held out a hand to Rose as Mister Clarke turned and left the house. Rose blushed as the woman's eyes swept over her pants suit. Seeing the look Anne shook her head, "I'd say the first thing is to get you into some civilized clothes and burn those horrid things."

Nodding quickly in agreement, Rose commented, "I do wish I knew how I came to be wearing them."

Anne raised an eyebrow in alarm and replied, "Goodness don't you know Miss . . . "

"Rose, my name is Rose." Rose gave an exaggerated sigh, "That seems to be the only thing I remember. I'm not even sure where I'm from."

Anne's face instantly morphed into a gentle and concerned look as she pulled Rose gently into a bed room and pulled a dress out from a chest. Holding it up she smiled, "It's nothing fancy Rose, one of the dresses my daughter left here before her marriage. She married a well-educated lad only a few months back. He is in the army so she's far off with him now."

Rose nodded as she stepped behind the changing screen with the clothes, listening to the woman's voice distantly. What she really wanted to know was what had thrown her from 2012 back to 1913 and how she could get home.

Smiling, Martha Jones looked up as Professor John Smith walked past her and Jenny in the school's main hall. They were cleaning in the floors or rather had been until Martha was distracted. A sharp nudge from Jenny brought Martha out of her thoughts of the Doctor and his temporary human alter ego John Smith.

"Head in the clouds, that one," Jenny remarked with a smile. "Don't know why you're so sweet on him."

"He's just kind to me, that's all. Not everyone's that considerate, what with me being-" Martha motioned to her face with a hand but Jenny just smiled warmly.

"A Londoner?"

"Exactly!" Martha laughed, "Good old London town."

Two senior boys walking past, Baines and Hutchinson, stopped and looked down at them. "Ah, now then, you two," Baines said raising an eyebrow causing them to look up at them, "You're not paid to have fun, are you. Put a little backbone into it."

"Yes sir sorry sir," Martha replied quickly.

Hutchinson opened his mouth to make some remark when the door of the school opened and Mister Clarke entered. Baines straightened and turned to the man who gruffly spoke, "I need to speak with your headmaster and the school nurse."

"Of course sir. I'll fetch the Headmaster at once." Baines looked down at Martha, "You girl fetch the nurse."

Martha ignored his tone of voice, deciding instead to answer to the urgency of Mister Clark's voice. She tossed her cleaning rag into the bucket and took off up the stairs.

Matron Joan Redfern looked up from her small desk at the knock on the door, "Yes?"

Martha stepped into the room giving a respectful nod, "Sorry Matron Redfern but a man from the village has arrived, it seems he needs to speak with you," Martha informed her quickly. "He's down in the main hall ma'am."

Joan nodded sharply, putting down the pen she had been holding and closing the journal in front of her. She breezed past Martha quickly and down the hall. Martha followed her quickly, barely noticing the door of John Smith's room opening as he looked out.

Mister Clarke shook the Headmaster's hand strongly, "Sorry to disrupt your school Headmaster but a strange ill girl was found in my fields this morning and Doctor Adams is in London. I was hoping your nurse could take a look at the girl."

Joan instantly stepped up and nodded politely when the Headmaster looked to her, "Of course Mister Clarke, where is the girl?"

"I left her in the care of my wife. She was in a frightful state when I left her, seems she can't remember anything but her name."

"She may be in shock," Joan answered with a nod, "I'll be but a moment." Clutching her skirts, Joan rushed up the stairs to the infirmary to collect a few things.

Martha looked after her with worry; in a village like this, strangers could mean the family had arrived. "Is it just the one girl sir?" Martha asked making both gentlemen frown at her, "I mean no offense," she quickly added, "But is it possible she was traveling with others."

Mister Clark seemed to consider this for a moment before saying to the Headmaster, "It seems likely, if there was an accident nearby it is our duty to assist."

The Headmaster nodded in agreement, "You're welcome to bring the girl here to the infirmary to stay until Doctor Adams returns."

Mister Clarke seemed happy as Joan returned with her medical bag, dressed in a coat and hat.

"Do you have what you need Nurse Redfern?" The Headmaster questioned gently, Joan nodded to the Headmaster. He nodded in return, "Excellent, now if the patient is fit you will return with her here. Until Doctor Adams returns, we will help see to her health and safety."

"Of course sir," Joan answered with a nod stepped up to the main doors.

With a nod to the Headmaster Mister Clarke stepped out of the nurse's way to allow her leave the building. He followed her and joined her in the horse drawn cart. He climbed up next to the matron, "It is a short ride matron." Joan nodded to him as they drew away from the school.

Sighing, Martha returned to helping Jenny clean up the main hall before withdrawing to the kitchen to take the midday meal to the teachers. Martha quickly picked up John Smith's tray and climbed the stairs. She shifted the tray to one hand so she could knock on the door. She relaxed when he called for her to come in.

Glancing up at her as she set the tray on his desk John asked, "What was the commotion earlier."

"Mister Clarke from the village sir, found an ill woman with no memory. As the village doctor is in London, Matron Redfern went to look her over."

John raised an eyebrow and said, "I certainly hope the woman is all right."

Martha nodded, still worrying about the family but answered none the less, "I'm sure Nurse Redfern can patch her up, they're bringing her back to the school to rest in the infirmary."

"Ah yes of course," John nodded quickly, "Best thing for this situation."

Martha nodded and set about tidying up the room. Standing up to stretch John walked to the shelf and picked up the fob watch. Watching him carefully, Martha waited for any sign of recognition, anything really to assure her that the Doctor was in there even though she knew about the perception filter. She lowered her gaze as he set the watch back down and returned to checking over homework. Martha risked one more glance at the watch on the shelf, wishing she knew what to do when the matron returned with the 'ill woman.'