Not the Last
We were many once. Then something happened and we were wiped out. I was too young to know what truly happened to our planet. I am older now, and still do not know what happened. I am the Healer, the last Time Lord. Still too young to even have claimed a true Time Lord name; it was give to me. How I managed to survive? I was given pyschic papers and TARDIS and had gone off to explore even before I officially joined the Time Lord ranks. When I returned, nothing was left. An orphaned Time Lord in the whole of time and space. So I thought.
The Healer walked through the crowd of the fair. No one seemed to pay her the time of day, and that was how she liked it. She was looking for someone. The Healer had some readings from her TARDIS that there was a Time Lord in this time. She came cautiously, not sure if it was a false reading or not. Several feet away, walking parallel with the young Time Lord was another and his companion. They appeared to be looking for someone. Neither knew they were looking for the other.
"Are you sure the reading's right," Rose asked.
"Positive. He's around here somewhere."
"How do you know it's a he? The Time Lord could be a she."
The healer had shifted through the crowd, toward the other two, and had simply over heard the conversation. She knew they were talking about her.
"Because I know for a fact I'm not a male," she said from behind them.
They stopped and turned to see the one that they have been looking for.
"You are," Rose asked.
"The Healer."
"Uh-uh," the Doctor said. "Well, Healer, it's my pleasure to introduce myself, the Doctor, and my friend Rose."
"How did you know I was here?"
"The TARDIS was giving off some sort of odd reading."
"Like a time disturbance in time itself," the Healer finished.
"How do you know," Rose asked.
"I got the same reading."
And so two Time Lords were reunited after many years of not knowing if any had survived the last Great Time War.