Author's Note: Finally, the third (and final, for now) book in the Stranger!Verse series. There will be little one-offs and shorts after this, not to worry. However, I'm wanting to move on to something slightly different (still within DW). I already have an idea and most of a plan.

Co-written with sss979; beta read by Thanatosx49 (who's unfortunately not on FanFiction, but can be found at Teaspoon and an Open Mind)

Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to anything affiliated to Doctor Who. I don't get paid for this, nor do I particularly want to be.

Prologue

He took another sip of the strong, amber liquid and set the glass down on the arm of the chair. He was quite glad it was made of sturdy material or else he would've broken it long ago. As it was, his hand ached from the tight grip he had on it, his other drumming furiously on the opposite arm.

The Doctor had been here, on Ri'Ciao and he'd had no idea. No inkling. Forty years of dreaming, plotting ways to end him, and he'd slipped right through his fingers. Worse, he hadn't even known he'd had him in his grasp.

Growling in anger, Jaxon threw back the last swallow of alcohol before launching the glass against the wall. It hit with a satisfying crash and joined the remains of the three previous victims of his rage on the floor.

He couldn't blame Kalan for not telling him. Not really. He'd made him Commander for a reason: he trusted him and his judgment. He'd wanted someone who wouldn't need to come to him for every little decision. Under normal circumstances, with any other prisoner, this wouldn't have been an issue. Kalan had seen the opportunity to go forward with their plan to assassinate the President and took it.

And how could he be sure it was even the same Doctor? It had been a century since he'd been here last; for what he knew of humans, they didn't tend to live that long. That was assuming the Doctor was human.

Jaxon stood and made his way to the bar, pouring another drink before sitting back down and staring into the dim light of his quarters. Swirling the glass, he contemplated the conversation he'd had with L'Nay an hour or so prior.

He'd known her planet had been destroyed in a war centuries ago, long before her time. She was descended from a handful of people who saw how futile the war was and fled. Her people passed down stories of the two races that had started the war – the Time Lords and the Daleks – placing the blame on them for the destruction of Unvoss.

Her people seemed to believe the Doctor was a Time Lord, quite possibly the last in existence. If that were the case, then by their beliefs, it would be his responsibility to pay for the crimes of his people against the Unvoss and any other planet destroyed in the war.

She'd come to Jaxon with a proposition: she would help find the Doctor and bring him back to Ri'Ciao if her people were allowed to try him for the destruction of their planet. Once she'd explained how she could help, he'd been hard pressed to turn her down. He had no way to search him out, let alone get him to return. If she had the means…

Sighing, his grip relaxed on the glass slightly and he took a long drink. His mind swirled with all the ways he would make the Doctor pay for the decades of oppression his 'democracy' had brought to the people of Ri'Ciao. If he was a Time Lord – whatever that meant – then by what L'Nay had told him, his was an arrogant and selfish people, focused only on what was best for them. This showed in the way he had swooped in and 'fixed' their problems all those years ago.

Jaxon's grip tightened again, this time hearing the glass crack as rage welled in him anew. With a roar, he stood and flung the glass at the same spot the others had met their demise, not bothering this time to empty the contents.

Chest heaving and teeth clenched, breaths coming out in hot bursts, he paced his quarters a few times before punching a wall, leaving a sizeable dent in the reinforced steel.

"I will find you, Doctor, and when I do, you will pay for what you have done to my people. I will have your life and the lives of anyone close to you. This I promise you, Doctor."