I know I'm doing another fic as well, but it kind of came to me. So, yeah. Here.

Warnings: Non-con, Torture, not too graphic and it's mostly references anyway.

Disclaimers: I do not own Doctor Who, but that would be fun.

Rating: M

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His head jerked upwards and he felt is broken body tremble as he heard the footsteps, the footsteps that brought pain, humiliation, and grief. There was no escape.

He had learned a long time ago that no one was coming, that his friends had probably all forgotten. Clara, sweet Clara, oh what he would give to see that pretty face, hear those sassy remarks, and the TARDIS, oh his beloved TARDIS, just to be able to hear her voice one last time...

The door flung open and he brought his thin legs to his chest, cowering under his glare. It was always him, he was always there when he was bored or needy, or angry. Sometimes, not often, he was taken out, in front of people, too many people, and they paid to do horrible, unspeakably vile things to him. Today he was angry, which was very bad for him. A fist drove into his side like an express train so he grunted and toppled to his side, and he kicked the doctor's stomach viciously, causing him to cry out with each blow. He flipped him over, straddling him, running his hands down his naked body-his clothes had been taken from him long ago. The Doctor heard a vibration and a thick, shaking object was shoved into his rectum. He moaned, shaking with the horror of it.

"Please..." He whispered, earning him a painful kick to his head, he wasn't supposed to talk, but he wasn't sure if he was able to take another day of this. The man then walked over in front of him and he heard a zipper being undone. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the man took hold of his head and repeated the procedure that he had been forced to comply with for what seemed like forever. He had no choice but to suck, or more punishment awaited him.

'Please.' He thought to himself as he felt misery rain upon him. 'Please let today be the day someone finds me.'

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Clara was sitting in the control room of the TARDIS, thinking. A lot of what she did now was thinking. It had been 16 months since the doctor had disappeared and she had vowed not to give up until she had found him. But that was the thing about time and space, it's infinite. There's an awful lot to look through, and in sixteen months she hadn't even made a dent, and a lot of that time was taken up revisiting her home so that they didn't miss her. She often thought she should have a reflection, like the one Valkyrie has in Skulduggery Pleasant, but she didn't know if they actually existed. Time travel worked, why shouldn't magic? She vowed to ask The Doctor about it when she found him. She sat back for a bit with a sigh, and simply listened to the noises of the TARDIS. Sometimes the TARDIS talked to get if she put her hand on the console, but she never had much interesting to say. She didn't like having Clara on board, she knew that, but why should she? It was her that was doing most of the looking, Clara didn't know how to drive (or rather fly) the TARDIS. There were way too many switches and lever's and they all did different things, it was hard to keep up. She placed her hand on the console, deciding conversation seemed like a good idea right now.

'Hello Clara Oswald.'

"Please, just Clara. Where's our next stop them, tile waits for no man, and I may not be a man but that's beside the point."

'I am still looking for possible locations. The Doctor has no longer got any blood relatives, making him impossible to trace. But it has come into my database that a new habitable planet, formed from pure rock, was formed sixteen months ago, at these coordinates.'

"What makes it so special?"

'This was the previous location of Gallifrey.'

Clara stiffened. Gallifrey, the Doctor's home planet, reduced to rubble and dust. Clara had seen the pictures of Gallifray from the Time War book she had found in the library, it had been so beautiful. What was this new planet like? Was it anything like the domed haven that was Gallifray? Was the Doctor there? And if he was what was happening to him?

"Let's go." Said Clara eventually. "What could we possibly lose?"

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The Doctor sobbed into his hands. He felt so pathetic, a shivering, crying wreck, god knows what his other regenerations thought of him, now that he was just some man's sex toy/punching bag. He could only hope today would be the day he could go. Go out and see the sun. When his captor took him out to the sadistic crowds, he was always blindfolded. Almost as if they didn't want him to see his surroundings...

Clara held onto the bars for support as the TARDIS landed. From the way it landed, she could feel it was a smooth ground, so this place was either untouched or industrialised. She took a deep breath, crossed her fingers and opened the door. She staggered back. It was just like the pictures, minus the raging flames. And it was beautiful. The trees bared silver leaves, which littered the floor, and caught the light of the twin suns hanging high in the sky. Far off in the distance, she saw mountains, their peaks snowy and picturesque. It was amazing; she could have stared at it forever. There were two things that had her wondering though. It was almost, no actually, an EXACT replica of the pictures. And also, there were people walking about.

She slowly walked out of the TARDIS, which had fitted neatly between two of the vast buildings. Hopefully no one would notice it. It being the realm of the time lords, it would probably fit in. She walked around, eying up the locals. They seemed normal, but looking closer, you could see a dead look in their eyes, and the way the hobbled slightly.

"Excuse me?" she said eventually to a young girl. She stopped and smiled at her.

"Yeah, can I help you?" She was friendly.

"It's just…where am I?"

"Ah, you must be a hitchhiker! This is Gallifray, mark 2. Not a bad job, if I do say so myself, I helped build it."

"So…are you Time Lords?" The girl laughed.

"Oh god no. We are the Gelth, the Time Lords destroyed our home during the last great time war, reducing us to gas." She saw her fists ball up. "These are bodies that we borrowed from earth. A strange northern man destroyed half of our kind who were in England as they tried to do likewise several years back." She sighed. "Still, here we are now."

"So where are the Time Lords?" The girl laughed, and she swore she saw pleasure in the girls eyes as she did. "All stone dead, except one."

A bell tolled, ringing through the entire city, and people stopped whatever they were doing and went towards the centre.

"You can see him now if you like. Come on, follow the others.

She nodded slowly and followed the swarms of people. There was a stage in the centre and a man was standing in the middle. He was about seven feet tall and looked impossibly strong. In his eyes was a sick pleasure.

"What does he look so pleased about?" she muttered.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Gelth, it is the time of month again where I share my treasure with my fellow people, to punish those who thought they could destroy us!" His voice was slightly high pitched, but menacing. He clicked his fingers and Clara nearly threw up when she saw what was summoned. The crowd were disturbingly silent as a naked, slashed, bruised and malnourished man was brought on stage. The minute the two men let go, he dropped to his knees, shivering. His hair was tufty, clearly shaved of and having trouble growing back with the lack of nutrients. He was impossibly skinny, nearly a skeleton, and he was covered from painful looking afflictions: burns, scars, cuts, bruises, knife marks, whip marks, and from here she could tell many bones were broken. His hands were tied behind his back, and although he wasn't restrained to the platform, made no attempt to run.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the last of the Time Lords."

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Well, there's Chapter one. Chapter two hopefully coming soon. Please review, positive or negative, they make my day J