"Time Lords." Muttered the Doctor under his breath, despite there being nobody around to hear him. "You've told me that one before, Missy." The TARDIS was a strange object, made all the more frightening by the size of the damned thing. Sometimes you could swear there was someone right behind you, creeping up on you, and then when you turned around….
"Nothing. Nothing could ever make me believe the things you come out with." The Doctor was starting to worry. It wasn't just his ship, everything was acting up. The screwdriver, the time vortex… Things were going very wrong, very fast. And yet he was just so sick of it all. He was sick of being a hero, sick of being the good man going to war over and over again. Something had to give.
"Once more unto the breach, I suppose." He set the TARDIS to latch onto whatever was creating so many disturbances. It can't be a single event; it must be a person, a fixed point in time. Whatever it was, he was sure to find out. As his ship flew through the vortex for the seven millionth time, he held on and sighed. Death was imminent. He had two incarnations left, maybe it was time to…. No. He was the last. He had made sure of that himself. He needed to hold on to what he had. The TARDIS landed smoothly. The Doctor opened the door and stepped out, only to be horrified at what he saw.
Sand. Sand everywhere. Cliffs. Strong winds. An alien chill in the air. "No." Pleaded the old man. "Not here, anywhere but here. Not like this…" Bad Wolf Bay, Norway. The Doctor stopped his pleading and looked up to the sky. He laughed, and laughed. It was all so stupid. Stupid TARDIS. Stupid Doctor. Stupid sentiment. He became so absorbed in his own laughter he never noticed the young man striding across the sand towards him.
"God gives life, and takes it away," Said the man, drawing the doctor's attention. "Or was that just your excuse?" The Doctor turned to face him. The man was tall and young looking, but somehow… old at the same time. "Who are you?" The Doctor asked flippantly. "I am Agent Marcus." The man replied flatly. "You are the Other, One of the creators of the timelords, you stand accused of treason against Gallifrey and her people, blah blah blah, how do you plead?"
The Doctor was shocked. "This is some sort of joke." He said, more hoping than knowing. "None of this is really happening and I'm losing my mind." Agent Marcus scowled. "I haven't got all day, just give me an answer." He said. The Doctor took a minute to regain his composure and dust himself off. He figured if he was losing his mind, he might as well go along with it. "Not guilty. Now tell me who you are and what's happening."
The Agent took a deep breath. "I am Marcus, an agent for the timelords. After several hundred years of trying, the time lock has been broken, and its ripples are causing faults throughout the universe, such as you might have experienced with the TARDIS and your sonic device. The timelords have called you here to Gallifrey to answer for your crimes. This is your prison." The Doctor absorbed all of this with a heavy expression on his face, and he was starting to believe it might all be real. Sod that, it was real. "Okay," He answered calmly. "So why are we in Bad Wolf Bay?" Marcus was quick to reply.
"The timelords ordered a cell built specifically for you. Built from your personal hell, your deepest regret. Your craft has been disabled, so it's no use trying to escape, though if you want to have a go at it, I won't stop you." This remark, along with the overly casual tone of the Agent's speech, told The Doctor what he suspected. "You're not really into this, are you?" He asked. Agent Marcus laughed. "You've caught me," He said with a smile on his face. "I don't care about it, I'm no timelord. I'm just a hired gun, so it's not as if the council can't replace me. Plus, I don't really care much for all of the paradoxes and such breaking the time lock caused. So in short, Other, You're right. I don't care. But I am, however, your prosecutor. And as your prosecutor, I have to read all of this boring nonsense to you," He said, pulling a file folder out from within his coat which reached the ground. "Charges and such." The doctor sat on the sand, leaning against the now-useless TARDIS. The Agent began reading his near endless list of crimes. The casualties of the time war, everyone killed in bloody battle after bloody battle. The pain weighed heavy on the old man's mind. But as he listened to the endless torture, He began to formulate a plan to escape….