AN: I'll be getting back to All Gave Some, Some Gave All eventually, I promise. I started on this piece for fun a couple months back. It doesn't really have a direction, the way AGS,SGA does – for AGS,SGA, at least, I know how it's going to end, and several steps on the way there. This… I don't know where it's headed. I've got some ideas of plot points to be hit, but otherwise it's rather open ended. Suggestions are welcome – please read and review! You'd be surprised at what can give me inspiration, sometimes.

It was, in all respects, a typical night at Fangtasia. Fangbangers and Goths and tourists filled the place, weaving among the vampires. The bar was busy, Chow serving human drinks and True Blood to humans and vampires. There would probably be a few bitings in the bathrooms, as always. It didn't matter, really, so long as the police didn't raid. Pam had a new girl – she was dancing right now, before a crowd of onlookers. There was no sign of Sookie or Bill – probably for the better. He had no wish to entertain the King just now.

That is, it was a typical night at Fangtasia in all respects but one.

"I'm The Doctor, who are you?" Eric had noticed the man's approach, of course, but he hadn't thought he would actually speak to him. He had a British accent, interestingly enough.

"Eric Northman," he replied shortly. He glanced at the man – tweed jacket, bow tie, floppy hair. Combined with the accent, he was rather clearly a tourist, and an odd one at that.

"Nice to meet you, Eric Northman," the Doctor said, holding out a hand.

Eric didn't move to shake it – only watched this Doctor who didn't seem to notice the respect with which others treated the vampire. Indeed, the simple aura of power he seemed to give off, the reason those of the living who didn't know him either avoided him or groveled at his feet – the Doctor seemed to be oblivious to it. And yet, the man was quite clearly living – he was breathing, certainly, and-

As the Doctor lowered his unshaken hand, Eric's eyes narrowed slightly – so slightly that only a vampire would have noticed the change. He hadn't tried to pick out the Doctor's heartbeat until just then – all the bloodbags around him were tempting enough, without focusing on the heartbeats. This man's heartbeat was oddly difficult to distinguish, it seemed. As he realized the reason, his widening eyes would have been visible to a human.

This 'Doctor' had two heartbeats.

"What are you, Doctor?" he asked quietly. "You're not human. Not entirely."

"Just a traveler," the Doctor said mildly. "I was wondering-"

"We can talk in my office," Eric interrupted. His interest had been piqued. "Come with me."

The Doctor followed. Once they were inside, Eric shut the door and repeated, "What are you, Doctor?"

"I just told you, I'm a traveler," the Doctor said. "And I'm looking for someone I last met in Venice in 1580, long story but she's about as close as can be to being a vampire, really, except she's actually a member of an aquatic-"

Eric swiftly shoved the Doctor against the wall. "Don't talk about things you don't understand," he hissed, "and tell me what you are."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "What are you ?" he asked softly. "You can't be human. Humans don't have that sort of physical capability. No human is anywhere near that fast."

Eric allowed himself a fraction of a smile. "I'll tell you if you tell me," he offered.

The Doctor smiled back. "Time Lord."

"Vampire. 'Time Lord' sounds rather pompous. I've never heard of your kind before."

"And vampires didn't exist, last time I checked," the Doctor returned. "Which implies that I've either managed to fall into another universe again, or your kind is a very well-kept secret."

"We were," Eric said. "Not anymore."

"Another universe it is, then." The Doctor sighed. "If you don't mind, I'll need to be heading back soon, so that-"

"How?" Eric demanded. "How could you have come from another universe? What is a Time Lord? Why haven't I heard of you in a thousand years?"

"One thousand?" the Doctor repeated. "Someone my own age, at last. To answer the first question, it's not technically supposed to be possible anymore, if that's what happened it was quite by accident and I shall have to hope I can get back. Probably a crack in space and time – I'll need to get back to my own universe to fix it, so the sooner you let me go, the better."

Eric made no move to do so. "I had two more questions, Doctor. I expect to have them answered."

The Doctor sighed. "I'm an alien – well, an alien as far as humans are concerned, anyway. Humans and their – variations." He nodded towards Eric.

"I am not human," Eric said flatly. "Now answer the third question."

"Not relevant."

"Hm." Eric emptied himself, his mind – made himself dead, as Bill had once put it. He didn't have to think about it, after a thousand years – it was just another state of mind, one in which he had even more power over any human unfortunate enough to meet his gaze. Right now, he wanted to see if this also held true for this 'Time Lord'.

"You're going to answer my questions honestly, alright?" Eric said quietly.

"Yes," said the Doctor. His gaze was almost blank – almost. Humans' faces were usually completely blank when a glamour started, or sometimes just dazedly smiling. The Doctor was rather clearly different – there was an expression of confusion on his face, slight but quite clearly there. He blinked rather more frequently than normal, and once or twice he shook his head as though trying to clear it, but his gaze remained fixed upon Eric.

Interesting.

He would start with basic things. Harmless – sort of. "Are female Time Lords called Time Ladies?"

"Time Lord is the English approximation of our native language, so it's really up to you."

"If you have two hearts, do you have twice as much blood as humans?"

"No."

A pity. "Why have I not heard of your race?"

"I'm the last one left."

He hadn't been expecting that. Secrets weren't uncommon among supernaturals – to hear that the same was true of an alien race wouldn't have been shocking. "How do you know?"

"We can feel each other," the Doctor said, tapping his head. "I was misled once before, but he's gone now."

"You were misled once before," Eric repeated. "There might be others who misled you in the same way."

The Doctor shook his head slowly. "Even if there was someone, he – they'd be disguised as a human, or as the species of whatever planet they settled on. There would be no way to pick them out from anyone else."

"He?"

"Could be male, could be female."

He could be hiding something. It wasn't an outright lie, and humans were usually direct about such things when glamoured, but this man might be able to dodge around things. Or he could be telling the truth. "So are you only disguised as a human, now?"

"Humans look like Time Lords."

"You mean Time Lords look like Humans."

"We came first."

Pompous, again. "Is there a difference, besides the two hearts?"

"Several."

He didn't go on, and Eric didn't press the matter. If he didn't have extra blood, it really wasn't his concern just now. "How did you fall into this universe?"

"In my TARDIS."

"What is a TARDIS?"

"Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Little blue box, bigger on the inside, that can travel anywhere in time and space."

He was surprised nearly out of the glamour-state. Nearly, but not quite. Travel through all of time and space. That was certainly more than he could do. Significantly more. "Can you change the past?"

"Sometimes. Not always."

"Why not?"

"Some events are fixed points in time. Others aren't."

Curious. Eric knew that humans had various theories on how time or time travel might work, but he hadn't really cared, in the past. "How do you know which is which?"

"I can see it all."

"See what?"

"Time. Possible variations in time."

"Is that what it is to be a Time Lord?"

"Yes."

"Could I become a Time Lord?" To have that power-

"No."

"Let me use your TARDIS, then."

"No."

Eric was taken aback. That had been a command. No one turned down commands while glamoured – no human, anyway. There was, perhaps, the chance that the Doctor was only pretending to be glamoured, but that would require him to be aware of what Eric was trying to do. More importantly, while Bill wasn't old enough to notice yet, there was a little nudge in the corner of a vampire's mind when a glamour was working, and that nudge was telling Eric that this Doctor was glamoured. It just wasn't going quite as it should be.

Eric wanted to know more. The thirst for knowledge, an inherently human trait, hadn't been taken from him when he was made vampire – it had just died down as he grew older and saw more of the world than any human ever had, knew more than any human. But this was different. This was new. Questions poured through his mind, demanding answers.

What would happen if he drank the Doctor's blood?

Or turned him?

Could this Doctor resist his influence as a Maker?

Some supernaturals couldn't be turned, others could. The Doctor wasn't a supernatural, but an alien – one who was, apparently, normal for his species, without any magic making him the way he was. His resistance to the glamour was probably something different about his mind – something which, perhaps, could be overcome.

"What is your name?" Eric asked.

"The Doctor."

"Your true name?"

The Doctor's eyes hardened, and Eric felt the glamour end – and the Doctor groaned and clutched his head. "What was that?" he demanded. "Gave me a bloody dreadful headache, whatever it was."

"My apologies," Eric said mildly.

"No, no, no – don't talk. I need quiet."

Eric waited a few minutes, until the Doctor relaxed and straightened. "You interest me, Doctor."

"I interest a lot of people," the Doctor said. "I'm an interesting person."

"Maybe you're too interesting," Eric mused. "How long are you planning on staying in Shrevesport?"

"Oh, is that where we are? Just a day or so, then I need to hop back to my own universe if I can-"

"Any chance I could... convince you to stay longer?"

"Probably not."

"Pity. I was hoping you would stay by choice."

The threat was clear. The Doctor ran. Eric shut the door before he could get to it. The Doctor turned away from the door, glaring at Eric. "There are people who need me," the Doctor hissed.

"Also a pity. I can't say I care. Besides, you have a time machine. You can just go back and save them."

"It doesn't work like that. Time is like a big ball of wibbily wobbly, timey wimey stuff, it's not cause and effect, you can't hear about something and then go change it, not like that!"

"So even if you do get away from me, you can't prevent this from happening? Good," Eric said.

The Doctor seethed. "You do not want to do this, Eric."

"Really?" Eric raised his eyebrows with a fraction of a smile. "You can't get to your TARDIS, and you certainly don't seem to be much of a threat without it."

The Doctor took his sonic screwdriver from his pocket. He could either pretend it was a weapon - a less than optimal solution - or maybe make the lights do something weird as a distraction, which might not work. Either way, he might have to unlock the door, if it was one of those automatically locking sorts.

The choice was taken from him almost immediately as Eric plucked it from his hands. "What's this, then? Some sort of weapon?" He pointed it at the wall, pressed the button, and laughed. "It makes light and a noise. How cute."

"Give that-" the Doctor started to say.

Eric tapped him in the head. Well, it was a tap as far as he was concerned. The Doctor crumpled.

AN: What do you all think? Please review!