"Before the war, I was a father and a grandfather. Now, I am neither."
"I know the feeling."
- The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances
He was surrounded. This time it wasn't Daleks aiming to kill the Time Lord who had once called himself Doctor but was the Doctor no more. Though he had come to save this world's inhabitants, they didn't see it that way. As far as many across the universe were concerned, the Time Lords were as bad as the Daleks, and these people were no different. All they could see was the endless fighting and destruction that they were caught in the middle of. The locals, being a primitive race, had come at him with spears and all too soon he was fighting for his life.
As it was looking like he would soon either die or regenerate since there were too many opponents for him to fight off, she came. She was short like he'd been a couple of times. Her tight spiral curls were reminiscent of back when he had an ego a mountain couldn't crush. The inky black color was more reminiscent of the little tramp, the one his first self had called the clown however. Her too-wide smile that showed her sharp back teeth was reminiscent of back when he'd let some of his alien nature show through to throw people off guard. The catlike green eyes had not come from him however. They looked like Hers before...
They fought back to back for what seemed like forever with no time for words aside from the occasional warning when someone got too close. Finally the number of their opponents began to thin out, and it looked like they would win the day, though part of his hearts cried out at the needless death and destruction. Just as the battlefield was almost cleared, a spear pierced her side and she cried out. He whirled around and took down the juvenile male who wielded the spear, but it was too late.
"Susan!" he called as she hit the ground, racing to her side and cradling her in his arms despite the risk if she regenerated while he was holding her. The blood that soaked through his clothing almost felt cold, but then he was more used to having humans die on him than...
Than...
"I'm sorry Grandfather, but that...that was thir- thirteen." she said an instant before she gave a small final gasp and went slack in his arms.