Author's note: I own none of the concepts or character from Doctor Who; those are owned by the BBC. This is a little story I came up with, and yes, I am using myself as a model for the lead character. The Day of the Doctor left a little window of opportunity for me to let a Timelord escape, and seek vengeance against the Doctor for burning Gallifrey (or so he thinks). This is just a short introductory chapter, explaining the origin story.
The old man was running, running from the Time war against the daleks. He wasn't actually scared of the daleks; he had killed hundreds during the war, no, he was afraid of the greatest enemy of the daleks: The Doctor. He had just gotten a communication from the High Council of Gallifrey. They said that The Doctor had The Moment.
This scared him more than any dalek had ever frightened him. The Doctor was a madman; a lunatic, capable of any amount of destruction to get the job done, and usually for this level of war it is considered acceptable. However, The Doctor using The Moment meant that Gallifrey would burn.
The man actually saw the Doctor once, a long, long time ago. The man was just a boy, and the Doctor had a different face. In fact, it was just before the Time War, and the Doctor wasn't quite as mad as he became. The Doctor gave the young boy a mark IV sonic screwdriver, and he had kept it to this very day.
The old man stopped running at the top of a small rise, and as he looked down he of gave a small grin. What he saw before him was a junkyard. 0It had all sorts of rubbish strewn about, but he was focused on a gray cylindrical object standing in the middle of it all.
The object was rather tall, standing at around seven feet high, and about four feet in diameter. It was dark gray in color, with a light gray panel on one side.
Walking up to the object, the man started mumbling to himself. He slid the lighter-gray colored panel open, to reveal a large interior. He quickly rushed inside it and ran up to a hexagonal computer-like structure in the center of a large, white room with light gray round-things on the walls.
"Now you can't take forever on startup," the old man was talking to the hexagonal-shaped structure in the center, "the Doctor won't take forever with the Moment. Now, I do hope you aren't damaged. Now, how to accelerate…"
The old gray haired man was pressing buttons and pulling levers all around the console, until finally the whole structure started to shake, and a faint whirring sound was heard. The cylindrical object started to disappear from sight. The box was then floating in outer space, where the old man could see the planet Gallifrey for one last time.
The old man watched his home planet as it was besieged by the daleks. Suddenly, he saw as a group of blue boxes (thirteen, if he was counting right) started flying towards the planet below him. One of the boxes almost hit him, but it gave him a chance to see a group of words written at the top of the box. It said "Police Public Call Box".
"By all the gods, the madman's about to do it." The man started to rush back inside the cylinder, but wasn't fast enough. The planet below him blew up with an explosion that flung the man into the machine, and hit his head on the console-like structure in the center. He was knocked out cold, as the machine itself was hurled into space by the power of the explosion.
Almost immediately, red lights started flashing and on a display screen on the console, it read in bold letters: DESTINATION: EARTH, 2014. As this was happening, the man stood up, and saw as his hands were glowing with an orange light. The man's head was then flung back in a large burst of orange light.
The man felt younger and more energetic. "Younger, I think. And I wouldn't mind having a mirror," The man spoke with a tone that could only be described as half relief, half annoyance, and half arrogance. "Now, where are we headed?"
The man started pressing a few buttons on the console, when a spark flew up and the man jumped back. "Well we aren't going to get anywhere with that attitude. Now calm down before someone gets hurt… now if I only had some lemon-juice…"
The man was pulling at levers and pushing buttons in a manner that could only be considered reckless, as there were sparks and even small fires bursting from the console.
"No, no we can't be going to Earth, they're just arrogant cavemen! No, come on ol' girl, you've survived the Time-War and even the Doctor himself! Can't you take me to somewhere more advanced? Like Grenorkzellia or Remendifrissa, or…" The man was just ranting a bunch of names of various planets, some that were very technologically superior to Earth, and some that were desolate and completely uninhabitable.
"This would all be solved with a bit of lemon-juice…" the man was running around the room and yelling some nonsense to the machine in the center. "For a TARDIS type 60 you are sure a pile of complete rubbish!" The machine made a long and loud whirring sounds, as if in response to the last comment he made.
"So you do have a conscious. Well I don't approve of you taking me to Earth! You can at least help me, as my home planet was just blown to bits…" After he said this, the man went to the corner and held his head in his hands. "They're all gone aren't they?"
The TARDIS started whirring and wheezing in what could be taken as a sad tone. "It just sank in," the man was on the verge of tears, "I'm the last. All of the Timelords were on Gallifrey when the Doctor blew it up. If there is any justice, the Doctor would have burned last, and hopefully slower than anyone else!"
The man sunk into a deep weeping when suddenly the TARDIS crashed into the planet Earth. The man was flung all around the room, and was knocked out again. The TARDIS landed in the middle of a street, right in front of a young teenage girl.