OK, my third published fanfic
Disclaimer; I do not, in any way, shape or form, own Doctor Who. *cries* I do have a toy sonic screwdriver though.
Looking at him felt wrong. Whenever he heard that voice, he had to leave the room immediately, because it was so WRONG! When he did that, Amy would lift an eyebrow, but not say a word. Listening to people speak about him was wrong. He was impossible, and the Doctor hated him, hated everything about him. He began to plot ways to stop him from ever being born, or living to that age, even if it meant changing history, he didn't care, been there, done that. He was a time traveller, a Time Lord, after all.
So one night, after saving some random world from a interplanetary war, he decided.
Justin Bieber had to go.
Authors note; Hey, hope you enjoyed the story. I sure had fun writing it. Don't flame, I only wrote because I hate Justin Bieber. Did you notice? Well now you know.
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