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Chapter 0:

Ok, how things turned out this way is beyond me. Here I am, laying on the floor of a dusty basement sealed off to be forgotten in my Great Greatmother's old house in Leadworth. I'm dying and I'm talking to the old skeleton of an old friend of my great grandparents since he used it as his tomb. Some people would think I went mad, but let's just call it getting to know a man my Great Grandparents deeply respected.

I hear loud screams of fear and pain going on outside. The house above me is rumbling and shaking violently as a massive fight goes on between human kind and two enemies of my Great Grandparents and their friend. Two species so fierce and evil, that when I learned that they were real and not made up like I thought all my life that I was filled with much fear and dread. I knew we were doomed and hoped for a miracle. A miracle I knew to be near futile.

To make matters worse, I could do nothing. Another friend of this man, was fighting with all he had as well as both UNIT and what few members of Torchwood were left. They were dying quickly and the enemy was winning, and I could do NOTHING! No matter how much I wanted to! I was defenseless and useless!

If the enemy won this day then I might not even exist! I can't explain just quite how... I feel my last breath quickly approaching and I just don't know how to explain... I just know that my Great Grandmother's stories weren't lies... That my Grandfather only lied to me to protect me... I just wish I could help everyone and save my family...

The rumbling and shaking has gotten worse. Dirt from the ground above and dust from the ceiling and walls are coming down in clouds. I'm choking on this goddamn dust! It's taking away what precious few seconds I have left! I don't want to die! I don't want to bloody die! If I were to die then my Great Grandmother's stories would die with me! No one would know until it's too late!

There's only one person who could help really. But I wouldn't ask her for help even if she was the last person on Earth! The one person aside from my Great Grandmother I trusted completely... Everything she has ever told me was a lie. A bloody lie... Everything I knew about her... What has happened because of her... The secret she has kept from me...

I lay here dying with so much regret and rage. Not exactly the way I imagined I'd be going out... I thought I'd die somewhere in America amongst my books or whatever significant other I may have had watching a documentary and spending time together... So much for that hey?

But no, I'll die angry at the bastards who seek to destroy my world before a few important events can happen that will prevent their invasion... I'll die full of regret that I couldn't save them... To protect them... I just wanted to fulfill my Great Grandmother's dying wish! Take half her ashes to where she grew up and some of the most important events in her life took place... Where everything began... Was that so much to ask?

Wait, something is odd... As I feel closer to death, I start feeling warmer. I'm starting to hear faint voices in my head. I don't know why but it feels comforting. I also see images pouring into my head that are like memories but they are not my own... But they feel like they are... I see all sorts of people I have never met but they seem so familiar. And I see her... There's more that she hasn't told me apparently...

I'm seeing my Great Grandparents too! And the monsters outside! And Jack! And the blue box I was always told about as a child. I wasn't seeing just any old person's memories, I was seeing the Doctor's. But why?

As his memories continued to appear, the voices became stronger and I became warmer. And through his memories I felt what he felt! His anger, his rage! His desperation to save his friends throughout the years whenever they were in danger! I felt all of it sync with mine!

His victories as he saved them gave me hope. And just like with his rage and anger, the joy he felt from his victories and time with his friends synched with my memories of my successes and times with my friends and family. The warmth was growing as was a powerful feeling that was growing inside. I was starting to feel different.

Then came the loneliness we both felt. Him knowing he was the last of his race and tending to be alone in all his deaths. Whenever a companion left his side to live on normal lives or when he had to leave one behind for whatever reason. His loneliness was immense.

Just like how I always felt isolated from most of my family who thought I was the weird one, always taking my Great Grandmother's stories serious and being inspired by them. I was always discouraged by the rest of the family to become a traveler and researcher since they thought I'd wind up dead or get caught up in something weird. Grandpa especially, his excuse being he didn't want to lose me like he did Dad. He eventually gave up and hasn't talked to me until he called me about my Great Grandmother's death. That last bit of familial bond vanishing made me realize what it meant to be alone.

All of that all together made that growing feeling increase and feel like I was about to burst. The voices started telling me to stand and that everything was going to be alright. It was him, I just knew it was. The Doctor had one more fight in him. And I believed him.

As I started to stand I could only thing about all my memories. Then I thought about his. Then I came to my memories of the last few days that led up to today.