What if the Doctor (and the Master) weren't the last of time lords...
I stand on the top step to the pool, staring down at the clear blue water. I can feel the life-guard's displeasure rolling off her in waves, she didn't expect anyone to want to swim outside, especially not the chubby African-American teenager who looks and generally acts like the stereotypical geek. This is my 5th regeneration, and despite her pretty face, my latest form is a tad overweight and not extremely athletic. Primary personality traits, goofy and antisocial. But in the 28 years I have been on this dull little planet, I have always loved the water. Perhaps because it reminds me of what I have lost, weightlessness, the ability to move anywhere, firmly through the water, which is almost as fluid, almost as temperamental, as the Time I have lost.
I remember the form I had prior to this one. I regenerated for the second time shortly before he came for us, when I was only 380. I was proud of the form, it was out-going, but with an insatiable urge to simply wander that was reminiscent of my father. I was the last one he got out, though he tried to take us all at once. My three sisters, and one brother, and then the TARDIS was gone. I thought I was doomed, but he came back for me. Lept out of the TARDIS, yelling as he did, "Take her somewhere safe, somewhere I will find her again!" He then shoved me in, speaking to me now. "I will come for you -! Don't tell anyone your name, who you are, anything…" He continued yelling, but I could no longer hear him. I was angry, that he had chosen my life over his. I knew from his bragging tales that Mum thought I could not hear that the universe needed the Doctor, they did not need me, a young Time Lord as nameless as her Father, and so much less brave.
I fell out of the TARDIS. I was in San Francisco, though I didn't realize it. The TARDIS stopped humming next to me. I then did something that was, despite its bravery, completely idiotic. I told it to go back to him. I told my only means of escape to go back to him, back to my Father, and save him. Even if she could save no one else, I told her to go back to my wonderful father. And she went.
Before you deem me either too stupid to be a Time Lord, or to brave to not be, let me explain. Above all else, I wanted to save my Father. He was the man who raised me, saved me, and I loved him. Then, there was a more selfish reason. I needed help. However well she might listen to me, the TARDIS was his, and only he truly had control over it. And then there was the fact that the world needs the Doctor, I need the Doctor, Time needs the Doctor. Only problem is, my plan doesn't seem to have worked. As best I can tell, the Doctor no longer around. And that, is a problem. For me and the world.