(This story takes place after the Hand of Fear, where he drops Sarah Jane off on earth again, but before he picks up Leela in The Face of Evil. Assume that there is more than the year or two that usually takes place when the Doctor is companion-less, as is speculated on the Doctor Who site on BBC . co . uk. It is listed under a heading titled "The Age of the Doctor" Also consider that the Fourth Doctor was the only Doctor to have a run of episodes without having a companion)

This is my second foray into the realm of Who, and most definitely not my last. This story is a prequel to my other Doctor Who story, it contains the Fourth Doctor, and Jade, a created character. This story also involves rape, and in the end the Doctor gets intimate. If you don't like it, that's fine with me, just don't flame it. Its my artistic license to create an intimate relationship for the Doctor.

Disclaimer: I don't own it... though when I come to rule the world... I will. I'll also own some of the nicest male breeding studs for my harem.... ;)


The Doctor stood right outside his TARDIS staring at the crumpled form on the ground. There was another form, but it was more a pile of greasy looking ashes than the form it had been moments ago when it attacked them. It had been twice the size, if not the same vague shape and such as an earth grizzly bear.

He had been amazed to see her suddenly burst into flames as if she had been doing it her entire life and it was nothing more than a natural occurrence for her. Perhaps it was, he didn't know, she hadn't seemed surprised, or distressed about it in the least. He didn't know where either of them came from. She had been behind him, and he had turned to address her when he noticed she had been injured. Apparently he wasn't the only one to notice, since the large creature took that time of surprise to show itself.

He moved towards her slowly, wondering if she was still giving off heat from the flames that had engulfed her. She was cool to the touch, and he hoped it wasn't because she was in dire need of assistance. He picked her up.

"Might as well get into the TARDIS before another of those things attacks, I know I won't hold my own against it without you here." He said to no one in particular.

Before she had delivered the killing blow to the creature, it had landed a blow of its own. The Doctor was sure that the flames that had engulfed the creature had not meant to kill him, merely deter him. But her body must have over compensated for the hard blow delivered to her head and neck. He was almost sure the blow should have broken her neck.

However as soon as he had brought her into the TARDIS she seemed to slowly be reviving. He wasn't sure what he should do to help her, so just gathered things to clean the wound on her head, caused by that thing, like with the humans on earth. It was slightly warmer in the TARDIS than it had been outside. It was a desert out there, and the sun had set, the heat escaping the sands quickly.

He gently began to clean the injury. Underneath the blood and injured tissue was a pale and strangely beautiful face. And underneath it all, the wound didn't seem as bad as he thought it would have been. The creature was unlike any he had ever seen, the closest thing actually being a grizzly bear, not that he had really ever been up close and personal to one, though he might have gone to a zoo at one point with one of his companions and seen one there. He shook his head, his mind had been wandering. He was sure that it was no coincidence either.

Suddenly she leaped up grabbing his wrist, terror in her eyes. He was puzzled for a moment, mostly at the terror she showed, but also because she exhibited strength that someone her size shouldn't have.

He was much stronger than a normal being his size would be, as a Time Lord. Most of his people had incredible strength compared to a human that was the same size. Not to mention they also lived much longer and had a greater capacity for knowledge.

She started to make small noises, pitiful noises really. It was as if she were trying to speak, but was really unable to do so. She hadn't let go of his wrist, the strength of her small hand was like iron pinchers, not loosening. She was trying to keep as far from him as possible and not let go, trying to find an exit she could use quickly.

"My dear, I am not who you think I am! Please, settle down, you're only going to injure yourself further!" He said, trying to calm her down.

He grabbed her other hand with his free one, holding on tightly so he could try to get her to stop flailing around. It was like a kitten wrestling for its freedom. But he used soothing words and a firm grip on her other arm. He couldn't stand the terrified look in her eyes, it looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment, and dissolve into herself. That's when he understood the one word she was trying to say.

It was as if he was listening to a deaf child attempting to speak for the first time. It was hard to discern, as if she was speaking with cotton in her mouth. The word was slurred and lisped as well. And it was laced with so much terror; the Doctor himself felt his hearts beating quicker, though with frustration, anger, or her fear he didn't know.

"Master!"

The Master was back.