Quick Author's Note: This is my second Doctor Who series, my first being my Parallel Universe Series. I have a Guardian of the Galaxy series up as well, if any are interested. I will be updating this story whenever I have the next chapter ready, so, any time I see fit, really.

I picture Vivian to look a bit like Rachel Luttrell. Vivian's theme song is Battle of the Kings in the album Chronicles by Audiomachine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor who except for my OC's. I am not making a profit off of this and I do not own the image that I used for the cover.

Spoiler Warnings: For: Day of the Doctor and Time of the Doctor.

Bred for War

Bluebox345

Part 1- The Day of The Doctor

Prologue- The Doctor I

"Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia followed by future Mars?"

"Will there be cocktails?"

"On the Moon."

"The Moon'll do."

"How's the new job? Teach anything good?"

"No. Learn anything?"

"Not a thing."

"It's him. Sorry, it's your personal phone, but, well, I recognised the ring tone. It's him, isn't it?"

"Inhaler."

"Doctor, hello. We found the Tardis in a field. I'm having it brought in."

"No kidding!"

"I'm acting on instructions direct from the throne. Sealed orders from her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First."

"The Queen? The First? Sorry, Elizabeth the First?"

"Her credentials are inside. And Doctor, after you see her credentials there's something else I think you will be VERY interested to see."

The Doctor walked, next to Clara Oswin Oswald, down the hallway of the National Gallery. Soldiers wearing black uniforms, red hats and carrying guns were spaced out sporadically along the corridor that they were taking to see Queen Elizabeth's credentials. The Doctor was tense from the time he saw the first soldier. He despised soldiers. He hated everything that went behind the word: War.

During their short walk The Doctor had already counted how many exits there were, how many guards he saw and how many security cameras he passed. He also was counting his steps and memorizing the path that Kate took them on... just in case. The Doctor had learned over the years how many times a seemingly calm situation could turn terrible in a short few minutes.

A curious voice interrupted his thoughts, "Did you know her, Elizabeth the First?" Clara asked inquisitively, looking up at him as they walked at a brisk pace. The Doctor stared down at his companion, never once missing his count on steps. Clara's smile and the spark of curiosity in her eyes had The Doctor give a twitch of a smile.

As usual, The Doctor answered his companion's question indirectly, "Unified Intelligence Taskforce."

A small frown appeared on Clara, "Sorry?"

"This lot. UNIT. They investigate alien stuff. Anything alien."

"What, like you?"

The Doctor hid his wince well, years of training to hide his emotions worked wonderlessly in this moment, "I work for them." He, well, sort of answered. An image of the TORCHWOOD Tower came into focus and The Doctor pushed the image away and into the depth of his mind. Now was definitely not the time to think about old hurts.

Clara snorted rather unlady like, shook her head quickly fired back, "You have a job?"

His companion was on the verge of laughing at him. Suddenly The Doctor felt very defensive of his work, "Why shouldn't I have a job? I'd be brilliant at having a job." The Doctor straightened his jacket as he thought back to his time working with UNIT in the 1960's. He was rather brilliant back then… as well as now, of course.

Clara scoffed, "You don't have a job."

"I do. This is my job. I'm doing it now." The Doctor said proudly.

"You never have a job."

"I do. I do." The Doctor protested, but from the look Clara was giving him, she didn't believe him one bit.

The Doctor noticed the huge, flat, object that is covered by a grey tarp. Two guards are standing beside it. Kate nodded and the guards pulled the tarp off. The Doctor froze and tensed even more than should be possible. He feels his breath being caught in his throat. This is wrong. That shouldn't be here. How the hell was this even in London let alone on Earth.

"Elizabeth's credentials, Doctor." The Doctor heard Kate faintly. His ears were ringing as The Doctor stared at the painting, not moving or saying anything. Just staring in shock.

Beside him, his companion was also frozen in shock. She shouldn't recognize the place in the painting but then The Doctor thought back to what happened on Trenzalore. She must be remembering one of her other selves. "But, but that's not possible." Clara said faintly.

The Doctor's eyes narrowed and his core hardened. "No more."

"That's the title." Kate said, watching him intently.

"I know the title." The Doctor all but growled. The Doctor heard the light sounds of gunfire and screams. He could tell that it was coming from his memory but that didn't make him less afraid of the painting.

"Also known as Gallifrey Falls."

The Doctor took a deep breath, "This painting doesn't belong here, not in this time or place."

"Obviously." Clara remarked.

The Doctor stepped forward cautiously, fully aware of everyone in the room's movements. His body automatically reverted to be ready for an attack. "It's the fall of Arcadia, Gallifrey's second city." He whispered.

"But how is it doing that? How is that possible? It's an oil painting in 3D." Clara steps forward, an arm out as if to touch it. but then stops and drops her hand.

"Time Lord art. Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time, frozen." The Doctor said, still whispering.

"Elizabeth told us where to find it, and its significance." Kate Stewart explained.

The Doctor slowly grabs Clara's hand, for his comfort more than his companions discomfort at the sight of the painting, not that he would ever admit that he was afraid of a painting.

Clara swallowed. "You okay?"

A high pitch of a siren was ringing in The Doctor's head. He could feel his heart's pounding in the rhythm, bump,bump,bump,bump, bump,bump,bump,bump. "He was there." He heard himself say. Bump, bump, bump, bump.

"Who was?"

"Me." The Doctor whispered and swallowed, "The other me. The one I don't talk about."

Clara shook her head, "I don't understand."

"I've had many faces, many lives. I don't admit to all of them. There's one life I've tried very hard to forget. He was The Doctor who fought in the Time War, and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other, a man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me."

"But the Time War's over. Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?" Clara asked Kate.

"The painting only serves as Elizabeth's credentials, proof that the letter is from her. It's not why you're here."

The Doctor takes the envelope and breaks the wax seal and unfolds the paper and reads: My dearest love, I hope the painting known as Gallifrey Falls will serve as proof that it is your Elizabeth who writes to you now. You will recall that you pledged yourself to the safety of my kingdom. In this capacity I have appointed you as curator of the Under Gallery, where deadly danger to England is locked away. Should any disturbance occur within its walls, it is my wish that you be summoned. Godspeed, gently husband.

"What happened?" The Doctor asked, looking at Kate.

"Easier to show you. Actually, we have two things to show you." Kate turned around and began to walk away and toward a doorway to the left of the painting. Kate stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I would suggest you brace yourself, Doctor."

Kate Stewart led them down the halls of the National Gallery, making many turns, The Doctor continuing to memorize the path that they take. They stopped at a, of all colors, blue door with a silver knob for a handle.

Kate turned and faced him with a small, sad, smile that was quickly gone as she began to speak, "When we were moving the painting, we had a bit of a… well you can say, fumble. Of course the guards were able to keep the painting from smashing on the ground, but, well, something fell out. What I should say," Kate gave a brief pause, "Doctor, is, well, um, someONE fell out."

The Doctor's hearts almost stopped. He blinked. Then blinked again. And a third time. "What?" The Doctor whispered hoarsely.

"I think you should see for yourself." Kate turned back around, put her hand on the door and opened it. The Doctor followed. He entered the room to see what looked to be a makeshift hospital room. There was a television screen that showed the usual heartbeat monitor along with a familiar beeping sound.

The device was hooked up to a women with a pigment of light brown skin tone. Her brown hair had signs of being soaked at one point. Her eyes were closed and never once did The Doctor see her move or at least twitch. An old scar ran down across her face from just above her right eye to her bottom left cheek. There were a couple of red, short, cuts across her face that had been cleaned by a UNIT nurse though it was still an ugly red.

"Who is she?" The Doctor asked, staring at the woman.

Kate looked at The Doctor, "Well, I was hoping that you could tell us."

The Doctor swallowed, his mouth dry, "Contrary to popular belief, I do not know every single Time Lord. We just have to hope she is a good one."

"Why wouldn't she be good?" Ah. Clara. He had forgotten she was there.

The Doctor closed his eyes and then spoke, "The war… changed the Time Lords. They've been at it for so long that for some war is the only thing so have ever known." He opened his eyes and stated at the unknown women. "Considering she was in Arcadia during The Fall, she won't be calm once she wakes up. The last thing she probably remembers is the Daleks attacking and suddenly she is in a strange room with humans and an unknown Time Lord… well, let's just hope she doesn't do anything rash."

At that moment a soft groan came from the direction of the Time Lady. She was waking up. The Doctor froze for a second then said, "Kate, Clara... get out."

"What? No!" Clara protested and crossed her arms as if to indicate she would be staying put.

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "This is not going to be pretty. Get out NOW!" The Doctor growled. Kate looked at him with a startled look then grabbed Clara and pulled her out of the room, Clara glancing back at him while she was pulled out. The door closed.

The Doctor took out his sonic and a soft click indicated that the door was now locked. Then he proceeded in taking out the wires that hooked the Time Lady up to the human machine. The machine started to protest and The Doctor silenced it with one point of his sonic.

He pulled up a chair next to the Time Lady's right side of the bed and waited for whoever it was to open their eyes.