A/N: I know I have seen various people on here do stories like this before in various stages, so I know the idea isn't new. But that doesn't mean I can't write a story about it either. Hope you enjoy. Please Read and Review.

I do not own Doctor Who and the entry at the beginning is credited to Wikipedia.

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Chapter One: Captivity

Menagerie: the term for a historical form of keeping wild and exotic animals in human captivity and therefore a predecessor of the modern zoological garden. The term was foremost used in seventeenth century France originally for the management of the household or domestic stock, but later primarily for an aristocratic or royal animal collection. The French-language "Methodical Encyclopedia" of 1782 defines a menagerie as an "establishment of luxury and curiosity."

The Doctor groaned as he woke up on the floor of somewhere. Where was he? He remembered that Martha and he were on their way back to Earth when suddenly they were caught in a bright light of what supposedly was a transmat beam. The Doctor tried to wake himself up fully. It felt like déjà vu all over again, or was it pre-ja vu, he had traveled to so many places, and he couldn't exactly remember if this was a memory from one of his other lives or maybe from a future life. He then remembered that this was vaguely familiar when Rose, Jack, and he ended up on the Game Station. As that memory came flooding into him, he gasped and bolted up violently from the ground. A wave of disorientation flooded over him. Whatever happened had happened so quickly it had him spinning, plus it was keeping him a bit more docile right now than he'd like. Eventually it would wear off and he would find out, make no mistakes about it, what was going on.

He frowned, as he looked down at his clothing. He was missing his usual attire, his pinstriped suit and his converse trainers. Looking at his clothing he realized he was wearing the traditional attire of a Time Lord of Gallifrey and to top it off it was the scarlet and orange of the Prydonian chapter. He made a bit of a face as he fingered it lightly and voiced lightly to himself, "Someone has been doing their homework." It made him uneasy that someone knew he was a Time Lord, and knew that he was from the Prydonian charter. Looking around he found himself in what seemed to be a simulated version of the Citadel. The Citadel, the principle city of his people and where all politics were carried out. Everyone lived at the Citadel except for the Sheboogans, the outsiders who rejected Time Lord Society. This did not include the Houses, the families whose homes were scattered all over the planet, where the newly loomed Gallifreyans began life and lived till eventually they left their House and went to live at the Citadel. Usually leaving meant studying at the Academy where a Gallifreyan studied in hopes of being a Time Lord. All Galllifreyans wanted to be a Time Lord, but only the best and the brightest could achieve it. Not that the Doctor didn't consider himself bright, but he did not like to admit that he had failed the first time around in his attempt to become a Time Lord and that he had only succeeded on his second attempt. He sighed, a bit of sadness stirred within him as he realized just how much he missed his home. He called out for Martha. "Martha….."

He frowned, he couldn't find her anywhere. Not in the various labyrinth of rooms which seemed to go on without end. He wished he had his sonic screwdriver but it seemed that his screwdriver was conveniently missing from him. And no matter how hard he looked he could not find a trace of Martha anywhere. And then he heard a voice from a speaker from somewhere.

"Welcome to all guests from all corners of the universe. We present to you the most exclusive collection of Endangered and rare species from all corners of the cosmos. To your right we have the last of the Time Lords. A rarity to be sure, we are quite please to say that he is the recent addition to our collection."