(AN: Hello again, Whovians and Star Wars fans alike. This is the prequel/inter-quel/sequel to The Doctor's Star Wars, set in the prequel trilogy of Star Wars but with a twist. Rather than just retelling the prequel stories [as I'm not that big a fan of them], they're a bit altered. Some of this has to do with the fact that, as you shall see, events have been altered, some of it just writer's prerogative [or as you would put it, "it's my fan-fic and I can do what I want!"]. But it will be good, I promise.)
An Unexpected Event
The Doctor opened his eyes in the middle of a battle. He was on the same place he had been when Darth Vader, who called himself the Master, had struck him down: the Death Star. Only now everyone was in such a hurry, alarms going off and blaring so near, that they didn't pay much attention to one they thought was dead. In fact, he knew he should have been dead. That lightsaber slash must have ruptured both of his hearts, it was certainly deep enough. But he was still alive, which meant that he had regenerated.
Well, he thought. I'm in a cell, which means I don't have a mirror. Damn! I wanted to see what my new face is like, see if I'm ginger or not.
Suddenly, the Doctor heard a sound that he had not heard since landing on Tatooine: the whirring of the TARDIS' engines as it materialized just inside the cell.
"What you came back?" exclaimed the Doctor at his TARDIS. Then suddenly he recognized his new voice, paused and moved his tongue over his teeth. "Mmm, new teeth. That's weird."
The door of the TARDIS was suddenly thrown open, and there stood in the door a woman, roughly in her early to mid thirties with big, curly blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and a wide smile across her face. She was dressed in tight-fitting black shirt and trousers, and had two lightsabers hooked onto her belt.
"Hello, sweetie," the woman greeted.
"Who are you?" the Doctor asked.
"I'm River Song," she replied. "I'm your wife."
"I'm married?" exclaimed the Doctor.
"In the future," she added. "Now come on, I think we're just in time."
"Time for what?"
"You don't know?" she replied, smirking. "The Death Star is under attack, the Rebels are moments away from destroying it. We have to go, now." She held out her hand.
"Why should I trust you?" the Doctor asked. "You stole the TARDIS."
"Yes, I did," she nodded.
"But how?" he asked. "Only I can pilot the TARDIS."
"Not exactly, sweetie," River replied, holding out her hand to him. "Now hurry, we don't have time to talk."
Rebel Base in range! a voice announced.
The Doctor looked about, gritting his teeth, then took River's hand in his own. She pulled him into the TARDIS, and sealed the door. It was the same TARDIS the Doctor realized, but he was surprised to see her move to the controls and use them accurately.
"Wait, you can pilot the TARDIS?" the Doctor exclaimed.
"Yes," River said. "Now, let's get us out of here."
"Where are we going?" the Doctor asked. "We need to find the Rebels! Rose is down there, she'll be wondering if I'm dead or not!"
"You'll be seeing Rose soon enough," River said. "For now, we're taking a little detour."
"How long?"
"A few years or more," she said. "But don't take it from me." She nodded down one end of the TARDIS. "He'll tell you the rest."
The Doctor turned away from the TARDIS console, and his mouth fell open. Standing there, a few inches taller than he was himself, was a blast from the past: his past. He was tall, with big, curly brown hair, wearing a brown hat, with a long brown trench coat and a dozen or so brightly-colored scarfs wrapped around his neck.
"Hello there," the stranger greeted.
"What?" exclaimed the Doctor.
"Oh, where are my manners!" the old Doctor said, rummaging through his pockets before pulling out a tiny, orange thing that looked like a gelatinous human. "Jelly Baby?"
(AN: Yes! That is the 4th Doctor, as made famous by Tom Baker! Now I need to go back and see how he behaves in order to accurately depict him [and not just his fascination with Jelly Babies].)
(Hold on now, because the adventure has just begun.)