Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own the Doctor Who series and the characters within thereof.
A/N- This will be my first work of fanfiction, so please read the other chapters before making up your mind about this story.
Chapter One- A Warning
(October, in the near distant future…)
In a city awash with lights, the Doctor and the Ponds found themselves at peace in the city of Paris, France. Emerging from the TARDIS, the Doctor took a few steps out and began spinning with a smile on his face. "In a city with so much to do, what's one to do," he said.
Amy and Rory Pond just stood in awe of all the beauty around them. The Doctor just stood with his hand on his sides, smiling as Rory and Amy talked about what they wanted to do. "I suggest we go to the Botanical Gardens," Rory announced to the Doctor.
"I don't have a problem with that," the Doctor said as he began walking, "all except for orchids. I hate orchids with their orchid selves." The Doctor quickly turned back to lock the TARDIS before he continued his stroll with the Ponds.
While the Ponds relaxed in a hotel, the Doctor went out for a stroll on his own. With a newly acquired fez, he went to the destination he had been told to go. From the lights of the Fontaine de la Pyramide, he waited as he was instructed to. He propped himself up against a wall and whistled a few lines of the French National Anthem.
"Still remember the time that you helped storm the Bastille," another person propped beside him said.
"The Cybermen never saw it coming..."
"And neither have you,"
The Doctor suddenly had his sonic screwdriver out and pointed at the individual. "What are you talking about?"
"You can put the sonic away. I will die in the next ninety seconds and I have vital information to give to you."
The Doctor put it back in his coat pocket and crossed his arms. "I'm tired of seeing death," he muttered bitterly.
The man doubled over, clenching his side with one hand. The Doctor was immediately at his side. "Speak your piece," he whispered. The man began coughing, then wheezing violently. He put his hands on the Doctor's shoulders and began speaking.
"Darkness shall fall," he whispered. "All the people you hold dear will be consumed by the Darkness. You shall seek death, yet it will flee from you. Through strength, you shall find help from it that was lost…" The man then screamed and grabbed for his heart. With his last dying breath, he produced a pouch and thrust it into the Doctor's hands. "Run," the man said before he died.