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Something has gone wrong with space and time. The Doctor could feel it the moment it did. Through out all of time and Space, every one of his regenerations felt it.
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The first Doctor made his way around the console room flipping switches and turning dials. His granddaughter Susan watching in curious anticipation. Granddaughter. Her exact origins were a mystery to him. But she was his. There was no doubt about that. She shared his wander lust, his sense of rebellion and his appetite for adventure. She readily jumped at the chance to come with him when he decided to steal this old type 40 TARDIS and see the universe. He couldn't remember what made him choose this particular TARDIS. The navigation was rubbish, but perhaps that made it much more fun.
The Doctor was shaken out of his tangent of thought when a sudden feeling swept over him. It was that swooning sickening feeling that only Time Lords could sense when fixed points in time were being forcibly rewritten. In several strides he reached to steady his granddaughter. Judging by her alarmed expression, she felt it too.
"What's happening?" Susan asked, "What was that?"
"It would appear, Susan," the Doctor answered, "that a Time Lord is rather misbehaving." Then he added, "More than we are, at any rate. You and I should stay out of the way, I think." Moving back to the console, the Doctor gave into his instinct to run, despite the unsettling sensation. "I've set the coordinates to a planet called Earth. London, England, mid 20th century. I think it should prove rather fascinating."
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"They're your own people aren't they doctor?" Victoria asked innocently as the second Doctor tried to explain why he ran away from his home.
In a word, He was bored. He ran away because he was bored.
"The Time Lords are an immensely civilized race," the Doctor explained. "We can control our own environment. We could live forever ... barring accidents. And we have the secret of space-time travel."
"What's so wrong with all of that?" Jamie asked incredulously.
Exasperated, the Doctor answered, "Well, we never use our great powers! We're content to simply observe and gather knowledge."
"And that wasn't enough for you," Victoria asked.
"No, of course not ... with a whole galaxy to explore! Millions of planets! Eons of time! Countless civilizations to meet!"
"Well, why do they object to you doing all that?" blurted Jamie.
Guiltily, the Doctor said, "It is a fact that I have a tendency to get involved ... " At that moment, the young(ish) Time Lord felt the sickening sensation of fixed points in time being rewritten, and time lines that should never be touched being bent, redirected, erased. "Apparently, I'm not the only one." He mused quietly, "I'd never go that far."
"What do you mean?" Victoria asked noting the sudden change in his countenance. "What's wrong?"
Looking from Victoria to Jamie, the Doctor said. "Another Time Lord is being naughty. Very naughty. Naughtier than I."
"Well then, what are you going to do?" Victoria asked.
Normally, he would want to investigate, but his instinct told him to run. "Well, I'm going to run away. I've set the controls to take us to a planet on the outermost fringes of the galaxy.
Jamie quipped, "In that case, we'll probably end up right in their hands."
The doctor hoped with every fiber of his being that Jamie would be wrong. This rogue Time Lord was out of control, whoever he was, and they needed to stay away. He also had a vague feeling that this has happened once before.
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"Uh-huh...Yes...Yes...So Far, so good," mumbled the third Doctor as he made his way around the TARDIS console.
"How long is it going to take us to get there?" asked Jo, eager for adventure.
"That's the curious thing. No time at all. We're outside time." Then, the Doctor corrected himself. "Of course it always seems to take a long time. That depends upon the mood I suppose."
"What? Your mood?" Jo half laughed.
"No," the doctor chuckled. "Hers."
Jo laughed outright. "You talk as if she is alive!"
"Depends on what you mean by alive," the Doctor said. He was suddenly started by two things happening at once. He felt the TARDIS mentally reprimand him for the insult, and a sudden sweep of nausea. Time was being rewritten.
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The fourth Doctor stopped in his tracks. He turned his wild blue eyes to his companion. "Romana, did you feel that?"
"I did," she said putting a hand to her forehead. "It almost felt like...like..."
Like something is happening to time, the Doctor thought. A deep chill and a feeling of Deja Vu washed over him. So was a feeling he wasn't accustomed to: Terror.
"Never mind," The Doctor said with a false cheerfulness. "There we are! The Louvre! One of the greatest art galleries in the galaxy!"
"Nonsense!" Romana predictably argued, effectively distracted. "What about the Academia Stellarous on Sirius V?"
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"You call yourself a Time Lord?" Tegan spat scathingly. "A broken clock keeps better time than you do! At least it's accurate twice a day!"
The fifth Doctor stood sheepishly staring straight ahead as she yelled at him. He didn't voice the true reason for his mistake. He had been nearly overwhelmed, if by just a few moments, by time being bent out of shape.
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"I'm glad you accept my explanation, Herbert," the sixth Doctor said, his sarcasm barely hidden.
"It's fantastical," Herbert replied. "A machine that transcends time itself. Can I see it?"
Absolutely not! The Doctor thought. "Er, some other time, perhaps," he answered smoothly. "Our first priority is to return the amulet."
"No," cried Vena. "The amulet stays here! Mykros warned me the Borad's power depends upon it."
"So do the lives of everyone on Karfel," The Doctor briskly replied. "It must be..." A sudden dizzy feeling caused him to stumble on his words. "R-returned." Something was mucking about with time and space. "Trust me," he continued speaking to Vena distractedly. "It's the only way to help your people and defeat this Borad of whom you speak."
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"Ace! Where do you think you're going?"
"Perivale," Ace answered blankly.
"Ah, yes! But by which route?" the seventh Doctor asked, rolling the R in route. "The direct route with Glitz or the scenic route? Well? Do you fancy a quick trip around the galaxies and back to Perivale in time for tea?"
"ACE!" said the young girl jumping up and down.
"But there are three rules," the Doctor said sternly. "One: I'm in charge."
"What ever you say, Professor!"
"Two, I am not the Professor. I'm the Doctor!"
"Whatever you want," Ace said.
"And the third..." An oddly familiar and very unsettling feeling came over him. The feeling of space and time being distorted. A Time Lord was making trouble. Quite a bit of trouble. The chilling distraction made him forget his third rule all together. "Well," the Doctor said focusing back on Ace, "I'll think up the third by the time we get back to Perivale."
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The eighth Doctor and Grace mounted the motorcycle.
"Here we go again," Grace said in excitement. As they rode together, Grace couldn't help asking, "Do you know what is going to happen to me?"
With mirth, the Doctor Replied, "You don't want to know!"
"You can't not tell me!" Grace said, half laughing.
"Grace," the Doctor tried and failed to sound stern.
"Oh God! Brian's going to move in again!" Grace gasped.
"I can't say!"
"Pleeeese!"
The Doctor launched into an explanation, "The Universe hangs by such a delicate strand of coincidences, it's useless to meddle with it, unless like me you're a Time Lord."
"Alright. So just give me a few pointers!" Grace Laughed.
The Doctor chuckled, but instantly sobered as a haunting feeling came over him. He could sense that something was wrong. Something was wrong with time. There was something strangely familiar about this feeling. Perhaps he felt it once before in his last life. Maybe even he felt it in the life before that. He couldn't quite remember. Leave it alone, his instinct told him. Just leave it.
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The ninth Doctor's piercing blue eyes snapped to the scanner as he steadied himself on the TARDIS console. "Impossible," he hissed.
Something powerful was rewriting time. He could feel it. But no species have such power over time and space. None except the...the Time Lords. Just like in the war.
But that's impossible. He time-locked the war. Unless...
"NO," the Doctor shouted.
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"Doctor! What's wrong? What is it?" Rose Tyler cried out in alarm as the tenth Doctor swayed dangerously.
The Doctor's eyes sought Rose Tyler's as he shuttered again. "Time is being rewritten," he said grimly. "Not just time," he said straightening up and looking at the TARDIS scanner. "All of reality is being bent out of shape."
"What can do that?" Rose asked, frightened by his tone.
The Doctor's Time Lord senses told him the answer straight away. "It can't be," he mumbled quietly as an icy chill ran through his body. "IT. CAN'T. BE."
"Doctor, tell me what's wrong," Rose pleaded.
Turning to Rose, he said, "Nothing can wield such power over space and time. Except the Time Lords."
"Are...are you saying that a Time Lord is doing this," Rose asked in disbelief. "But-"
"I'm the last of the Time Lords," the Doctor said, feeling a pang as he said it. "The other's burned along with Gallifrey."
Rose saw the Doctor's face harden. She saw something just behind his eyes that she remembered seeing in the eyes of his previous incarnation whenever he spoke of the Time War. Cold hatred, bitter regret, profound grief.
"All of reality is in danger. The Doctor said. Who-" the Doctor flinched, "Whatever it is, I've got to stop it." Devoid of his usual manic energy, the Doctor turned back towards the console.