AN: Hello everyone! Miss me? I missed you. That was a nice, long hiatus. Well, I worked on writing a lot, and came over a nice big case of writer's block; but I'm over it now. I hope this prologue to my latest story will make up for it. I swear this was the most editing I have ever done in my life. But I'm proud of it. It's just a matter of if I can find the Doctor Who episodes online and continue writing this story. I hope I can. My friends and I are really excited about this story. So without further ado, I give you my Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Doctor Who crossover: Doctor Who: The Story of the Last Timelord and His Many Companions.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or plot lines of author Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Heroes of Olympus book series, nor do I own that of BBC's continuing television series Doctor Who. No copyright intended, all rights reserved.
Doctor Who: The Story of the Last Timelord and His Many Companions
Prologue
"Extermina-"
… Silence. It was over. The last Dalek was gone. Gone, by his hand.
He dropped his gun, staring at his hands. He couldn't believe ha had killed so many.
Eventually, his eyes unfocused on his hands to the child's face at his feet.
No, he thought. He dropped to his knees and cradled the girl in his arms. He sobbed, begging her to regenerate. Nothing happened. He knew exactly what happened. S he had been exterminated. Those stupid Daleks killed his daughter; his only daughter.
He looked around and saw family members and friends. He saw his wife, son, his daughter in his arms; he saw his mother, his father, cousins and other family members. He saw enemies, too. Other Timelords he would never dare speak the names of. All of them lay on the ground. All of them lay dead.
Anger rose inside him. He lowered his daughter to the ground gently and kissed her head, tears streaming down his face.
He stood and loomed at his loved ones dead before him. He yelled in anger, pain, relief and rage. Then he looked at the gun he used, then to the Dalek he had killed. Instead of satisfaction, he felt ashamed. He pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver, disabled the weapon, threw it to his feet and smashed it. He swore never to use a gun again. No killing, no maiming, no harming. He'd done enough of that in this war.
The man looked around. He realized he stood alone. The only Timelord standing. It was in that moment he knew it: he was the last Timelord. The only Timelord. Timelord Victorious.
After wandering around for a few days, he found a TARDIS museum. He would've picked up a brochure if they weren't all ashes.
He wandered around looking for a nice TARDIS that hadn't been destroyed. After a few hours (time was boring an slow going in order), he found the perfect one. He stopped in front of it soaking in it's beauty.
It was the bluest blue he had ever seen. The plaque, or what was left of it, read that it was a type 40 TARDIS. It was shaped like a phone booth. It had double doors, and little boxes ran down the front of the doors and walls. At the top, with a black background, white light up letters spelled out, "Police public call box" in all capitol letters. Public rested on top of call in the center. He knew this was just a disguise, though. He opened the door gently.
Inside was completely different. Brown-Yellow colored walls created a room much too big to fit in side the phone booth shape. The walls had diamond shaped windows.
Timelord science, he thought to himself. No use talking. No one was there to share a voice with.
A ramp with no rails led up to a raised platform where the central console was. The flooring was like a metal fence; only stronger and more tightly woven. The gaps formed small, rounded diamonds. Of course the panels lifted up so the traveler could make repairs as needed.
The console itself was amazing. It had so many controls: a thick disc lain on it's side with a ball in the center to roll; time and space control maybe, a stick with a handle going into a cube type box; gas control or maybe brakes. He'd find out later. Another control was simple. It looked like a control switch at an electricity generator center.
All the controls were shown on a slanted table wrapping around a tall clear tube that had blue-green cylinders that were motionless at the time, but he figured they'd move when the TARDIS was put in action.
He touched the console. He couldn't stop himself. He whispered, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
It was true. Even the TARDIS he had before he found this type 40 TARDIS didn't come close to this beauty.
"The latest and greatest of Galiferian science in your Time And Relative Dimension In Space machine yet!" they had said, "Get 'em before they're gone!"
Never before had he known of such grace, wonder and beauty of the old antique TARDIS's.
There was no response. It must be disconnected. He lifted a panel in the floor and dropped down into a swing-like seat and looked at the wires.
He smiled, "This won't be to hard to fix. I hope you don't mind me using my Sonic Screwdriver on you." he pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver and went to work. It felt nice to hear his voice. After so many days of no talking, he was afraid he'd forgotten how to speak.
In a few hours, the TARDIS lit up. It made a sound like it was rebooting. He smiled and pulled himself back up. He put the floor panel back, completing the fence-like floor.
He touched the console again. "I feel like a doctor..." He had fixed this old, antique, rundown, beat up TARDIS back to tip-top shape all on his own.
"That's what I'll call myself from now on," he mused, half to hear himself again, half talking to his new TARDIS. "The Doctor. I like that. Oh! And with an English accent, too!" He switched his accent to sound like he was from the north of England. The Doctor tried his new name again. "Hullo. I'm the Doctor." He liked the new accent. He decided to throw out the old name, never to tell anyone what it was. His old name was the name he used to kill so many. The name that had lost everything. Now he was the Doctor. A helper. A healer. A bringer of hope. A new man. A new Timelord. The new Timelord Victorious.
The Doctor walked around the console. "What do you say, old girl?" he asked the machine, "A test run to Earth for a bit, see the sights humans see, see some Earthly historic events out of order?" he paused. "I love humans. So... humany."
He entered the information he needed to give the TARDIS an set it in motion. The blue-green cylinders moved up and down, and the TARDIS made a wooshing sound. A brilliant, beautiful sound. It increased and decreased in dynamic. The Doctor loved it. He had found his TARDIS. The once made for him.
When the TARDIS landed, he smiled and thanked the machine. He walked down the ramp and opened the door.
North England. The Doctor rubbed the door, thanked the machine again, and walked out, closing the door behinds him. He was ready for his short visit to his favorite planet.
Or what he intended to be a short visit to his favorite planet. But even after the Great Time War just ended, right after so many died, aliens had a knack for messing with Earth and it's humans. What Earth really needed was a doctor.
Lucky for them, he was now making house calls. Aliens and intruders beware. The Timelord Victorious is here.
The Doctor is in; and he will see you... now.