Welcome to my Doctor Who FanFic, Fourteenth. Some Author's Notes before we begin. The following story is set AFTER the present series of Doctor Who (Series Five – 2010, Matt Smith's first series), and takes place the death of the Thirteenth Doctor, hence the title Fourteenth. I have done this for several reasons. First off, I wanted to create my own Doctor, and I didn't want to upset fans of existing Doctors. I also wanted my story to remain possible for as long as possible...

Prologue Notes: This Prologue is simply to set the scene. The plot behind what is happening is something I have no intentions of explaining. Thirteen is injured, and dying, and the TARDIS is crashing. The Prologue is something I MAY re-write. The TARDIS speaks in the Prologue, but that was my choice. If people complain about it, I may do a version of the Prologue in which the TARDIS does not speak. A lot is unexplained in this Chapter, and I hope to explain it as the story goes on. Enjoy.

Fourteenth:

A Doctor Who FanFic

by Tony Hinton

Prologue: The End

"Here it comes... I... I can't stop it!" yelled the skinny looking man as he's suddenly tossed into the air, landing on his elbows and sliding back over the cold metal grating of the floor. Smoke bellowed from every hole in the ship, sparks danced frantically above his head. The loud whirring of the ships centre console grows erratic, sounding almost human, as if it were suffering from cardiac arrest. The cylindrical shaped object in the centre of the pillar pumps up and down as the ship hurtles from side to side. Systems Failing... the female voice echoes around the massive interior as fires begin to sprout up, portions of large rock tumble from the ceiling. All Systems Failing... Loosing Orbit... Impact in Sixty Five Seconds... The soft female voice continues, sounding not entirely mechanical. Behind the computerised voice lay a strong hint of concern. The man stumbles to his feet, clutching his stomach before being violently flung in the opposite direction. He lands on the console, his back making a loud snapping noise. "UGH!! I... I CAN'T! It's already begun!" He screams, pulling his hand from the console to examine it. A gold dust began to dance around his skin, giving it a warm glow. But something wasn't right. This strange occurrence, it wasn't here to save him, but to kill him. "My Thirteen lives are up... I can't save them!"

Doctor... Please... Collision with M-Class Planet below at this specific moment in the space time continuum will result in the annihilation of approximately Seven Million Species. The female voice pleads as the room shudders and creaks, jerking violently still."I can't! I don't have the time... I can already feel it, I'm too weak..." The Doctor groans, falling to his hands, instantly being thrown to the side. The only logical resolution is to self destruct, Doctor- "NO!! YOU are important, YOU are the LAST TARDIS in existence! I will NOT let today be the extermination of both TARDIS kind, Timelord kind AND the Human kind." The feminine words seemed to give him a little strength as the golden glow encompasses his entire body, hiding his form completely. "I can't stop it... But perhaps... If I can just save SOMETHING!" The Doctor yells, pulling himself to his feet and stumbling forward. Through grit teeth, the Doctor is launched across the console, knocking over several buttons and levers as he tumbles off the consoles edge. He lands in a pile of junk, and then, he sees it. A small curved plank of what looked like mere plastic. "A-HA! THAT old thing! I knew it would come in handy!" He yells in joy, pulling the device towards him, and springing onto his feet. The gold glow seems to pulse, seeming to fade a little as the Doctor moves energetically. Leaning forward, the Doctor clings to the console, placing the device on it.

Doctor... That device is old and no longer functioning... The voice alerts him through alarms and small explosions. The Doctor didn't seem to listen, pulling a small metallic looking device from his pocket and pointing it at the device he'd just found. "I just need ONE burst from it! JUST ONE!" A red glow emits from the end of the Doctor's magic wand, spreading over the device. Doctor, increasing power to the Tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator will only overload it causing it to expire into a state of disrepair! The voice was now frantic with concern. "I don't care! If it blows up, so do we... But if it doesn't... What if it doesn't?" Sparks fly from the device as the Doctor pulls some wires from the console, stitching them into the body of the Extrapolator. He groans in pain, doubling over gritting his teeth as the golden glow pulsates, bigger and brighter than before. "WORK DAMMIT!" He yells, standing up straighter and pointing his wand at the Extrapolator, the red light whirring from it's tip. Doctor, Ten Seconds till impact!

Flames lick at the spinning blue box as it whirs and speeds towards the surface of the Earth. A groaning noise of heavy engines is heard as the wooden Police Box seems to fade in and out of existence as it tears through the clouds, hurtling for the small green island in the planets Northern hemisphere. The box looked battered and worn, it's paint scorned and the glass windows shattered. Inside the blue box, no one would have suspected the vast interior, the interior which was presently hosting the inbound disaster. "WORK!" The Doctor commands, standing up and kicking at the console, his heel dropping on the damaged Extrapolator. It sparks at the Doctor's surprise. After a pause, it whirs, lights on it's surface beginning to flicker. "...It's... It's working? It's WORKING!" The Doctor raises both hands into the air, cheering in victory. But it was not too last. The gold glow pulses, causing him to pause. He falls forward onto the console, collapsing. His breathing slows as his skin seems to fade into white. "It's... It's finally... over..." He whispers, his eyes closing. "My... TARDIS... My sweet sweet TARDIS... Save yourself... And save Earth... Please... Th-Thank you... For... Everything..." The Doctor whispers, his breathing vanishing amongst the alarm bells, until finally... Silence. The alarms, the sparks, the explosions, yet somehow it was silent. The pain that moment brought was unbearable. After a small eternity, the gold glow around the Doctor fades, leaving him as nothing more than a fossil. D-Doctor...?! She knew it was already too late. A large fire bursts out from the console as sparks fly. Three seconds... The voice tells itself. But then, a new thought came to her. Determination. I WILL save you, Doctor. I do not need to save myself, or Earth... You have saved us both already. I WILL save you, Doctor. The remaining gold dust seems to suck into the console as if it contained a vacuum. And finally, one last explosion. Every light goes out, leaving the TARDIS in pure darkness.

The blue box hurtles towards the surface at an alarming rate, the whirring of it's engines having now vanished. It was just a wooden box. The object speeding through the skies, tearing O-zone with it had alerted people on the ground of its presence. The shadow of night would never conceal a spectacle so bright, flames lapping the rotating box. The ground grows nearer, and then finally... Dust is sent rocketing into the air as the earth shudders, rocks flying into the air behind the tall metallic buildings, glass shattering at the impact. As the earth settles, silence resumes. There was no explosion, no big bang. The wooden box had merely smashed into the surface of Earth. The box had landed in the middle of a small park, colliding with a footpath that run between trees. The street lights around the path had died with the impact, sending the area into darkness. Darkness and silence was all that remained. The once great time machine was now nothing more than rubble, some odd looking components, and some tarnished blue wooden panels. In amongst the ruins lay the body of a man, his face burnt and bruised, his clothes ripped to pieces. And next to him, there was another man. Younger, and somehow out of place. His clothes, unlike the other man, were fitting to this particular time in Earth's history. This man was covered in soot, cuts and dust. Yet slowly, his chest rises.