Author's Note: Alright, welcome to this epic series and one of my favorite stories to write. Now, with this I tired to combine the Doctor Who universe and the Yu-Gi-Oh characters, because the writing on Doctor Who is simply amazing, so I lean heavily on the Doctor Who universe here. Now, while the action and the order remain basically the same, some of the actions, dialogue and thoughts do not and that's just the way I write things when they are based off something. So, there will be a lot of Doctor Who in here and I hope that things are explained well enough for the readers to get the general gist of what I need them to know. If not, feel free to ask questions.

Just to get the ball rolling, I will say that the basic background of the character the Doctor is that he is an alien that travels around in time and space. He does have a real name that has (thus far) never been revealed on the show so the people on him just call him the Doctor or Doctor, hence Seto will be labeled like that in with my version of this as well. I also operate under the knowledge that there were others before the Pharaoh as I write about now just like the so dubbed "New Who" operates under that idea. I just don't want to write them. Finally, I have played around with the concept of Gallifrey as it was showed on the show, making it more like Egypt to integrate some of the Yu-Gi-Oh feel into this and I add some of my favorite Doctor Who fandom conclusions as the series progresses.

As always, I hope you enjoy this and I thank you for sticking with me through that extensive author's note.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Doctor Who; they belong to their respective owners.

Warnings: Character death.

Across the Cosmos: The Nameless Pharaoh

Prologue: The Time War

There was a war and we lost.
-The Doctor

He knelt against the console, pressing his head against it. Tremors ran through his body as he knelt there, his hands rising from their tight grip on the console to place them over his ears. But that still didn't block the sound of the screams. They were in his head, echoing in his head over and over again as they burned.

He didn't know if it was them or if it was himself who let out a wail, his position slipping until he was pressing his forehead against the floor. And still they would not be quiet.

But there was a part of him that didn't want the screams to stop. It meant that they were still alive, that he wasn't the only one out there. Even the few that were left, no matter what they had resorted to in their last days, they were still part of him. He hadn't lived a day in his life without being able to hear them in this head, without fighting against their values that they had tried to impose on him.

He gasped, falling to his side and wrapping one arm around the throbbing stomach wound as absolute silence fell. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to his feet, weakly reaching for the rope that would pull the screen down to his level. His eyes raked over the screen, a sob rising up in his throat, but the motion hurt.

As he had suspected, they were all gone, all the ships that had dotted the skies about his home planet. But, at the same time, his entire planet was gone. Burned away in a last ditch attempt to prevent something desperate. He traced his fingers over the black patch of space that had been his home for so many centuries, despite his nearly eternal quest to distance himself from it, leaving smears of blood over the surface.

He groaned and forced himself up to his feet, his free hand reaching out to hold onto the console of his ship as he began to move around, already feeling his body starting to give up on him. He shook his head, biting his lip. There was still one more thing that he had to do, one more thing to prevent this from happening again.

Bloodied fingers danced over the myriad of keys, some of them partially fixed with pieces of junk. He slowed in his movements, raising his hand to brush over the gently pulsing central column of his ship, soothing the keen that was heard in his head with a soft coo. "It's alright, girl. We're almost done and then we can rest."

The ship gave a rumble, the man tipping his head to one side. He was unsure of what that tone meant, but he was mostly sure that his brain was ceasing to function at full capacity. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

His fingers stumbled over a few buttons, leaning against the console and coughing, staring at the blood that spattered on the instruments. He gave an apologetic smile at his ship, knowing that she didn't like bodily fluids on the console. Instead of the normal rebuke he got a concerned coo, reaching up unsteadily to stroke the closest part of the console. "I'm fine, my beautiful girl. Don't worry."

There was a rumble as a rebuttal, the man smirking, not willing to risk a laugh again. He settled for a partial shrug, wincing when the motion pulled on his wound. "I've lived long enough anyway."

A few more feeble twists of knobs and taps on keys and he was done, leaning heavily against the console as he felt his ship rock, turning his gaze to the viewing screen. It was done now, the whole war time locked so nothing could get in and out. No one knew the vagaries of time better than he, a Time Lord.

The last Time Lord.

But not for long. Not for very much longer at all.

He reached over to pet his ship, hearing the soft noise that it made. "I'm sorry it has to end like this. You had so much more in you, old girl." He smiled as the ship gave a sound like a soft coo. "Alright, so did I. So much potential. All gone now."

They remained a moment in silence before his ship began keening, the two of them mourning for the loss of their whole race. The call drifted around the infinite rooms that the ship housed within itself, drifting outside but dying there. The whole universe would shake with the fall of Gallifrey, but no one would hear the mourning of the last two survivors.

With a final pat, the man moved away from the console, his tired brown eyes looking around the metal that made up the console and the supports around it. He limped over to the chair that was set back from the console, looking over the gothic theme of the inside of his ship, shaking his head before peeling off his brown velvet jacket and placing in on a chair. He stared at the bloodstains that littered it, absently undoing his cravat before throwing that on the chair as well, the red from his blood standing out against the white fabric.

It was almost over. There was just one more thing to do.

He limped back to the console, one hand still pressed to the wound that was bleeding freely from his stomach. He heard the keens of his ship as he moved, already mourning his death. He trailed a hand over the surface, shushing her gently. His resolve was quickly breaking down with the sounds. His precious ship was scared, scared of being left alone in the world and pitched about on the winds of time without her beloved pilot.

They were the only two left. Why did it have to go down to one? Why did she have to be the one to slowly die out alone?

He bit his lip again, tasting the copper tang of his own blood as he reopened a wound, his fingers tapping against the console. And, in a single moment, he changed his plans. He couldn't leave his partner of millennia alone. He just couldn't.

Besides, she was the only thing he had left of his home.

He pushed away from the console, stumbling to a bit of free space. He raised one hand, like he was making a toast. "For victory."

The TARDIS gave a soft rumble, like an agreement. He laughed, coughing slightly before straightening again, wiping blood from his lips. "For Gallifrey."

It was answered by a keen, the sound hard to hear as he gave up keeping the regeneration back. He wanted the pain to end, the pain from all the little cuts and the large wounds he had sustained in his fight. The pain in his heart and the emptiness in his head, it would remain forever, but that was the price he had to pay.

He had won.

He closed his eyes, spreading out his arms with a sigh and let the change take him. He felt the slight tingle under his skin, like little things running through his veins, dancing along his insides as his body tried to heal itself. It only took a millisecond for it to realize that the normal course of action would not work. So it went to Plan B.

A surge of energy rocked him back onto his heels, his head thrown back as his back bent at an awkward angle, golden energy pouring from every surface of exposed skin. There was no energy to scream around the total reforming of his body, bones snapping and mending as even his basic shape changed, becoming slimmer than he was before and slightly taller.

The energy dissipated making him stumble forward towards the console. The TARDIS hummed in concern, the ship's worry comforted by an unfamiliar stroke by an unfamiliar hand. But she was too used to these kinds of events to be frightened by such a little thing.

The man looked up, blinking slowly before shaking his head, coughing before standing up slowly. He glanced up at the metal supports of the ship, a shiver running through him at the sight. He shook his head before moving around the console, automatically setting the coordinates for a familiar planet, needing something familiar. Maybe it would soothe him.

He clung to the console as the TARDIS took his orders, disappearing from real space and beginning to travel back through time itself, working hard to pinpoint a single time. He waited resolutely until the ship had stopped moving before moving towards the doors, not bothering to go back to get his velvet coat.

The two doors of the TARDIS were shoved open, the man stepping outside and blinking at the evening light. He took a deep breath of the air, waiting for the familiar sense of excitement of a different planet to come, his torso collapsing the next moment, tears beginning to leak from his eyes.

Wiping them away, he trudged over to a low wall nearby, sitting on top of it and burying his head in his hands, crying silently. Unlike times before, there was no comforting feeling of his race in the back of his head, no one there but himself. And that just made it worse, because he had been the one to impose the silence on himself.

He knew exactly how much time had passed, his senses picking up on it easily and marking the seconds that ticked by until two hours had passed and there was nothing left in him. Nothing but the silence that was in his head and the soft voice of his TARDIS.

The man pushed off the wall, surprised to see that a human was looking at him, a vaguely uncomfortable sense coming from him. The human finally seemed to build up his courage, taking a step forward and holding his hand out. "Are you alright, mate?"

He scoffed, his voice dropping low. "They're gone."

"What?"

He looked at the human from the corner of his eye. "They're gone. I'm the only one left."

He pushed away from the wall, leaving the human to stare at him. It didn't matter what one human thought. Nothing really mattered in the face of what he had done. He walked back to the TARDIS, staring at the 1950's police box that hid the inside of his ship. He sighed and pushed the doors in, trudging in.

His eyes widened at what he saw. Gone was the mental and gothic structures that had made up the console before were gone replace with what looked like forked columns of sandstone. He walked to the one closest to him at the end of the ramp, realizing that they were made of coral instead of sandstone like he had thought, and that they were covered with the pictographic writing of his people, the pictures so small that they could only bee seen up close.

He stepped away from the column, moving up towards the console. He ran his fingers around the outer edge, taking in the view screen around the base of the time rotor, which glowed turquoise instead of red. Everything looked more open, more natural in greens and golds, completely different than what the interior of the TARDIS had looked like before.

Both of them had needed this change.

He sighed and patted the TARDIS, walking past the console into the corridor. He wanted to get out of these bloodstained clothes as fast as possible. The reminder was too much for him at the moment. Of course, he would always be the one to bear this burden. He was the one who had killed off his own people.

His hand dropped from the wall as he walked down the hallway, heading for the wardrobe; pacing through the nearly endless corridors and noticing that the TARDIS purposefully kept mirrors out of his sight, which was probably better for the both of them.

He paused at one intersection, looking to where there were two great stone doors. He tensed at the memory, remembering the thing that had once dwelt there, only to be used in the burning of Gallifrey. It was one room that he never wanted to see again.

There was a hurt rumble from the TARDIS and the man moved on, a bit reassured by the promise of his ship. She would move the room far away, as close to the end of her infinite space as she could get. And there she would hide the last remains of their home, an arrangement that suited the both of them the best.

They wanted nothing more to do with those memories. Or, at least, the TARDIS didn't. He, on the other hand, couldn't forget. He was the only one left, so it was up to him to keep time in order.

If you have any questions, as I said before, don't hesitate to ask. But I will warn you, if the question gives away part of the plot, I will probably not answer it fully. Can't just give away the plot like that. ;) Also, this fic will be updated on Saturdays and Sundays, which doesn't mean that I am abandoning Rage Against the Dying of the Light, that one will still be updated on it's normal schedule. I just wanted to start this monster of a fic early because, even with two updates a week, it would take about twenty weeks to post this story in full. And I think that about five months is enough time for me to write the sequel. So, for a while, there will be two fics going for me.

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