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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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It happened so quickly, but to the Doctor it seemed to go on forever.

The Daleks fired their energy weapons, hitting Charley in the chest. With a cry of pain, she was thrown backwards into a pile of clocks.

“Charley,” he screamed. He rushed through the chaos, vaguely aware of the battle going on around him. Hart and Priestly were outmanned, exactly as he’d warned them, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered…

Kneeling beside her, he sighed with relief. She held the Master Clock clutched to her chest and it had taken most of the energy.

Charley was still alive.