Doctor Who – The Day of the Doctor AU
This is an AU I decided to write to feature Paul McGann in the place of John Hurt, warning, if you don't like dark Doctor look away now.
The Interludes are designed to function as prequels for the events, most feature events during the Time War, each one is not necessarily in chronological order.
The Doctor looked up and saw the figure in front of him and Clara, the tall figure in the red cloak covered in scorch and soot marks.
"Who's that?"
"Never mind. Let's go back. "
"But who is he? "
"He's me. There's only me here, that's the point. Now let's get back."
"But he's different, why's he turned away"
"I said he was me. I never said he was the Doctor. "
"I don't understand. "
"Look, my name, my real name, that is not the point. The name I chose is the Doctor. The name you choose, it's like, it's like a promise you make. He's the one who broke the promise. "
Clara fainted into the Doctor's arms his gangly limbs wrapped around her before pulling her bridal style into his arms.
"Clara? Clara? Clara! "
The Doctor had felt the weight of this on his chest for centuries, so finally his secret escaped.
"He is my secret."
The Doctor looked up as a hollow and bitter voice came from the not-Doctor.
"I did what I always did, what we've always done, and I'd do it again, for the sake of this universe and any other."
The Doctor had to keep the bile down his throat, he could taste the soot and ash in his mouth.
"What you did was amoral and horrific. It was not in the name of the Doctor!"
At this point the Doctor turned to walk away but he could still here the figures retort.
"That's the point as the Doctor I couldn't fight a war, but I am not the Doctor. I am the Warking, I will fight for the universe at any cost."
At this point the not-Doctor, the Warking turned and pulled his hood back to watch the Doctor, the cloak was held up by what must have been golden seal of Rassilon hooks with a golden chain he wore a torn black frock coat a torn waistcoat covered in soot and scorch marks, a shirt with blackened edges and black silk scarf round his neck worn cream trousers covered in stitch marks and hard military boots. His face, the face of the eighth Doctor that would once have been handsome and aristocratic but now was a hardened man who looked as if he'd spent twenty years in the marines before becoming a psycho and was weathered, older and harder, with a large scar from his left forehead down to his right cheek.
Introducing
Paul McGann
As
The Warking