Chapter 1- Free Fall
Finally broken free of the seal, I spun out of control, my TARDIS hurtling through both time and space. It had to have been at least a few hundred years since the end of the time war, since Gallifrey was sealed and I was trapped inside. I didn't know who had sealed it, only that I was the only one left alive. My parents had hidden me away, still treating me like a child even though I had just turned twenty-five. Maybe young in comparison to how old they were but an adult by many species standards.
One day the explosions stopped. I stole out of my safe bunker to find everyone dead and gone. I tried to escape on my TARDIS but someone had sealed us throughout the planet. Ever since I had been trying every day, hoping it would weaken, typing in random dates and planets, all had failed. Until today.
But there was still enough strength in a momentary power lapse to severely damage my ship. Which is why I now spiraled out of control. Uncontrollably flying through the years I was hurtling towards a planet known as Earth. I knew it well. In fact I had been studying the history of Earth and planned to spend quite a large chunk of time there, studying and gathering data. I was to be the first Earth designee in hundreds of years. But now that was all gone, every piece of my future, even the planet I called home. Everything that was and would have become my life.
I remained calm as I flew, or crashed, towards to the blue orb known as Earth. I was hurt, severely, dehydrated and starving. I had encountered a group of three Daleks that had yet to be destroyed or die.
I was proficient in combat and so I dealt with them, but I couldn't get away from them without injury. It simply was not possible. This crash wasn't going to be pretty and more than likely I would reach the point of regeneration. Or at least that's what the textbooks said.
As I got closer to the place I would crash I could see a quaint house and backyard with an old blue box in the backyard. I braced myself on the console, closing my eyes and waited for impact. I was tossed about the console room, my head cracking against the wall. Everything became spotty as I heard a shrill shriek, and multiple people shouting the name Angie. The TARDIS stopped its tumbling, surprisingly remaining upright. Throwing open the door I stumbled away, pain shooting through my whole body, the world spinning around me. Yellow white flecks encompassed my body.
I stopped, feeling eyes on my back next to where the house would be. Turning around I saw two younger children, a tiny brunette, and a lanky man with odd hair. The odd fellow had some weird energy that also felt strangely familiar but I couldn't place it with my mind in hyper drive. Then again, it was odd for any human in this day and age to wear a fez and bowtie, so that could be it.
"You might want to back up a bit", I gasped not knowing how explosive my regeneration would be seeing as every timelord or lady was different. The brunette began running towards me, and the awkward looking man immediately rolled his eyes. He ran to catch up with her, reaching her just as she reached my side. Grasping her wrist he yanked her away as I stumbled backwards.
"What's going on? Who are you?" she spluttered not giving me time to answer any questions. She was very flustered, which considering I'd just landed an odd looking ship which immediately morphed into a tree to blend in, and that I probably looked like what they called a firecracker display, wasn't unjust.
"From the looks of it, I'd say she's regenerating. Which is impossible. I am the last native of Gallifrey, the last timelord. I was there when Gallifrey fell, the one who sealed it off. You are impossible."
"Think again Fez", I said before exploding into a blinding white light.
Chapter 2- But a Number
"So what she just randomly appears, another timelord?" hissed a feminine voice. "Timelady", a male voice corrected. A second later came the sound of a hard slap and annoyed mutterings.
I opened my eyes to find both the people on either side of the bed. I groaned and reached my arms above my head in a stretch. Everything felt odd, didn't feel the same after the accident.
Both of my watchers jumped back clearly startled. "Clara, go out and wait in the hall", Fez, as I'd decided to call him, said sternly. The brunette girl Clara stuck out her chin stubbornly and did not move. Fez sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly used to this kind of reaction. "So stubborn", he muttered under his breath.
Fez sat down on the edge of my bed and gazed at me for a time, seeming quizzical, confused, hopeful, and angry all at the same time. Clara cleared her throat looking at him. "Doctor, aren't you going to ask her, well…, Ask her what she is or something?" There were a few separate rumbles in the room that almost sounded like a chuckle.
"Oh, I know exactly what she is. She's the same as me, just quite a bit younger from the looks of it." "How did you get here", we asked at the same time.
"You first", said Fez. I sat up slowly taking a peak at my hands. My skin wasn't fair like it had been. It was now almost a mocha, sun kissed at the least. I shifted around, a little uncomfortable with my new body. "Would you mind if I used a restroom the refresh myself?" I asked, needing a moment to myself.
"It's right through this door", Clara motioned looking at me almost fondly, almost motherly while Fez looked rather annoyed at the notion. I stood up wobbly on my new legs but wearing the same burnt and tattered clothes that I had been before. As I stood I picked at my sleeve watching bits of my sleeve fall off and turn to bits of ash.
"I'll go get you some new clothes real quick", Clara said sympathetically before leaving the room. I sped quickly through the door Clara had pointed out trying to escape the glare coming from the raggedy man. Once in the room I reached for the lights to find they automatically turned on with a gentle hum. That was when I realized I was in a TARDIS. But not my TARDIS. I assumed this was Fez's ship. The energy I'd felt earlier cleared up. He was old, which was clear, and had not been near Gallifrey in a very long time. My mind was going crazy wondering if there were others, my mind burning with hope, until I realized he'd said he was the only one, and my hope flickered out.
There was a quick knock at the door and Clara skipped in, locking the door behind her. She offered me the clothes and turned her back. I finally looked in the mirror, and saw what I had become. Before I hadn't been bad looking, not a stunner but not bad. My new face blew the old one away. My tan skin was luminescent. My cheekbones were high and full. My eyes were a large almond shape with hazel irises. My lips were full and dewy. My hair was a bronze brown with a red glare.
"So", Clara began, snapping me out of my reverie, "How old are you anyways?"
