A/N: During the summer, I found myself filled with the need to start writing Doctor Who fiction again. The trouble was in order to do so, I first had to bring an OC created many years ago up to speed. Now while this character will never feature in anything I write here - reading back over her, she's beyond doubt far too powerfull and that's not what anyone wants to read - but I had to bring her into the modern, in order to move on with fresh stuff. Does that make sense?

Yesterday I guess I hit a brain storm - writing a section that was taking place in a universe that never happened - and the thought occurred, to take those four small scences and post them here. It spans from Doctor 8 - 11. Please forgive my vainity, I wanted to share as anyone would.

These scences are images viewed in an alternative universe that, though a decision early on, never came to be. It is between the 11th Doctor, River and my OC.

I'm not heavy on descriptive writing, putting down what I see in my head, which plays like a tv episode.

~ in front, denotes telepathic speach. It's use in descriptive text is denoting the universe that exists. Also the Capital for He/His/Him, is used here to indicate the Lord High President. T rated for implied violence and vampirism.

For my sins, I do not own the Doctor, nor River. I can only claim my own character... though he's welcome to come round and play on my wii any day!

Thank you.

Inside the Tardis

River, ever down to business first, became serious once more.

"What would have happened, otherwise?... If you'd never met the Doctor, I mean... If they'd decided on the other path instead. Do you know?"

Zara nodded, her eyes going a little out of focus as she looked at the *What-might-have-been* timelines.

~ Stripped of my free will... I would endure such punishments until I learnt to obey them in everything... The people I would kill without a thought to live, the lives I would warp as my abilities grew. It is not pleasant, and my reminder; of how aware I must always be.

I would have been at His side during the Last Great Time War, negating all damage inflicted by the Daleks, turning their weapons back on themselves, until He grew tired of the game and would order them erased from existence. Their memory would stay as warning to others and the universe would be remade in His image... Only one rule would matter... That of the Lord High Presidents, and any who would dare to stand against him, would be purged from reality... or worse~

Silent tears had started to run down her face, as her unfocused gaze turned to him. He nodded slowly, aware that he would have stood against the Lord High President - as he had done when the Master had summoned them from the Time Lock he'd trapped them in to end the war - That his fate would have been death, and he doubted it would have been quick.

"Show me"

He nodded, squeezing her hand again. To fully understand, River needed to see what might have been. He knew it wouldn't be pleasant for any of them. But she had to understand.

8TH:

The Lord High President sat on his throne staff in hand, behind him veiled and dressed in white was the woman they called "The Anything Child". He smiled at the assembled Time Lords in chains before him, they were few, which pleased him. His people weren't stupid, they knew where the power lay and you followed the power - always. There were few fools, or idealists on Gallifrey. The guards awaited his words, today was execution day.

"Any last words before I pronounce sentence on you all?"

The Doctor stood tall, brown curls hung to his shoulders and there was a calmness about his features that others wished they felt.

"Would it really matter? Is there anything we could say that would alter this?"

"Possibly... possibly not. I will give you all one last chance to change your fates... let it not be said I am not a fair man" He smiled at that, daring anyone to challenge him.

"Fair? Was it fair to wipe a race out of existence? Your power blinds you Lord President, nothing you do is fair, your will is all that matters so the gods help anyone who stands in your way"

"So be it, Lord Doctor... I will enjoy watching you die, most of all. In five days you will beg for death - perhaps I will let you have it then."

Signalling the guards, he pointed to the Doctor.

"Take him away, I have plans for him... The rest? Shoot them and their descendents"

Placed in a plain cell with just the basics needed for life, there was little to do but sit on the meagre bed and wait his death. He imagined the sounds of laser fire, as the others were executed. He was glad his family was long gone now, that Susan was safe in the past. That all he had to think about was himself. At last the door opened and the Lord President walked in, the guard at the door saluted and waited, his weapon pointed at the Doctor.

"You may leave us... he is no threat to me... or any other" With a nod the guard left.

"Are you so sure about that, Lord President? I mean, I've gotten out of closer calls than this"

"So I've heard, but this is the end for you Lord Doctor... No more last-minute escapes, no rescue... Just your death, over and over, until I say otherwise. I had hoped you would see the light, shall we say and stand at my side"

"Did you really think I would?"

"Perhaps your right... Still it is of little matter, you have made your choice and now you shall reap your reward"

The President raised a hand and gestured, the Doctor flinched briefly expecting the power of the Infinity Gauntlet to rip through him. Instead The Anything Child, veiled and in white walked into the room and closed the door.

"There was a time Lord Doctor, when I did consider asking for your help with this one's upbringing. I see now, how right I was not to ask you... you would have corrupted it with your faint heart notions"

Stepping towards her, he raised the veil and let it drop. She kept her gaze down, hands neatly folded in front of her. The Doctor shivered slightly, this was the creäture who erased the Daleks without a thought. The President gripped her chin and raised her head, her pale green eyes met his awaiting his instructions.

"A remarkable experiment, don't you think Lord Doctor? Many regenerations went in to achieving this result, a being so powerful, that understands and uses the Skasis Paradigm without a thought... Who obeys no one but myself, will never falter in any task I set it... The face of an angel, so innocent and yet so deadly... Are you hungry 417?"

The Anything Child nodded once and He smiled, turning her head towards the Doctor, her eyes moved to the bound Time Lord.

"Then feed"

Glancing once at the Lord President, she slowly moved to the bed and sat down. The Doctor's eyes never left her.

"An interesting side-effect of the process Lord Doctor, no matter what we tried, it would always transfer into the next incarnation... its need to feed on living blood."

She carefully looked him over, a slight smile on her lips, and then she reached to pull on his tie. The Doctor tried to back away, but there was few places to go.

"You don't need to do this"

"You can't reason with it Lord Doctor, it does as it's instructed, unlike some"

Buttons opened one by one, till she'd exposed his throat and laid his left shoulder bare. He found he couldn't move as she crawled behind him and gently pulled him towards her. One hand rested lightly on his forehead and pulled his head round to rest on her right shoulder. Her head dipped, and he felt her breath on his throat just before she impaled him with her fangs.

Sensations of both pain and pleasure shot through him, and he tried to arch away, but nothing would move. All the time the Lord President watched as she drained the life blood from The Doctor and the world went dark around him.

"Enough... you can feed again tomorrow"

He felt her stand and move away, faintly noticing her pull his shirt back over him, a trickle of blood on her chin. Then the world erupted into energy and pain as his body began to regenerate, saving his life.