Hello All! This is a new foray for me! Love the Doctor Who series to no end, but have never written for him (he is WAY too complicated with his story and background to fairly do him justice). This started out as a crossover of sorts based on a piece I saw on DevianArt. I hate that I can't reference it due to FF's issues with .coms, so I'll be posting it on DA as well. This is based off a little snippet in Supernatural about a missing Archangel which comes from the season 8 episode "A Little Slice of Kevin." Transcript below:
KEVIN: Hold on. This is different. It's – it's not text. It's like a personal note?
CROWLEY: A personal note from God?
KEVIN: From... the archangel... Metatron.
CROWLEY: The scribe... and suck-up. Took down God's word, picked up his cleaning.
KEVIN: It's like a – a farewell note.
CROWLEY: Go on.
KEVIN: "Upon completion of this task, I take my leave of my master in this world."
KEVIN: "So ends the transcription of the sacred word for the defense of mankind. Into the hands of God's children thus passes the compendium of tablets."
The questions then became: Why the Doctor? When and why then?
With those questions in mind, I started watching for moments. This particular moment is during "Stolen Earth", one of the last of the Doctor 10 series. Hopefully all questions will be answered as we explore "How the Doctor Got his Wings" Let me know what you think as this IS only the first chapter!
Sorry for the long A/N. Like I said, writing the Doctor is much more complicated than Sherlock or Arrow!
The Tandocca Trail led them to the Medusa Cascade…and then…nothing. He didn't know what to do. His planet Earth was still missing…still lost. All those he loved, all those who had been a part of his life for even a little time were in a place not their home. He had absolutely no way of finding them…absolutely no way of getting them home. He heard Donna asking questions, crying at the loss of her family, but he suddenly was unable to respond.
"Hello, Doctor," the voice said in the middle of his head.
"Hello? Who is this? Why are you in my head?" he asked in his head, "Are you the Dream Lord? Why am I talking to myself?"
"You're not talking to yourself. I am not your Dream Lord," The voice replied, "I am Metatron, Archangel of the Lord."
"Which Lord? 'Cause if you're-" he stopped and thought about that, "Wait! Did you say Archangel?"
"Yes, child," the apparent Archangel said, "I am Metatron. I am an Archangel of God, the Father of all."
"Um, sorry, but I don't believe in God, gods, goddesses," he said bitterly, "The Time Lords were the most godlike I know and they're all dead."
"Just because you personally don't believe in us doesn't mean we don't know and believe in you," the angel said benevolently.
"O….kay…" the Doctor replied, irritated by this distraction when he should be finding a way to find Earth, "Why are we having this conversation in the first place?"
"I need a Vessel and I've chosen you."
"A Vessel? You want to possess me?" the Doctor asked incredulously. The nerve of some people…angels…
"In a matter of speaking. Let's call it more like hitching a ride."
"Wot?!"
"The Father is gone. Heaven is falling apart at the seams. I must hide from my brothers and sisters or be murdered."
"By your brothers and sisters? Really?" he asked. This sounded more like his life on Gallifrey. His brothers and sisters had also wanted him dead…or wanted him to take over. He had, but not in the way they had expected.
"Yes, really, Doctor."
"Why?"
"I sat on the throne next to God. I was his scribe, the keeper of the Akashic record or 'Book of Life'. But he is gone now. My brothers and sisters who vie for the throne see me as an obstacle to His power. Others wish me to take that throne. I want none of it."
"Why me?"
"You have the ability…your species has the ability to let me live in you yet not overwhelm you as we do with the human race."
"They are a frail lot," he agreed.
"Yes, they are."
"So when would this need to happen?" he asked. He couldn't believe that he was seriously considering this…this offer. But there were terms…conditions…
"The sooner, the better. But soon is all relative, as you know."
"Yes…Yes, I do."
"There are things we can do together…great things," Metatron said. Then to hit home, he said, "You would never be alone again."
"Never? I never am alone. I have my companions," he said smugly.
"And they all leave," Metatron said in the same smug tone, "I would not."
"But I have my companions now."
"And when they leave? For they will leave…"
"I know," the Doctor responded sadly.
"I will watch. I will wait."
Suddenly, he heard the mobile ring…Martha's mobile. He was suddenly able to move and he suddenly had a way to find Earth. He searched his brain for Metatron. He felt the Archangel's wing brush his face. There would be time for further conversation later.
Yay! Off we go on an adventure! Again, let me know what you think! Honestly, if you have questions or want questions answered, I'd be happy to address them, so fire away! Oh, and Reviews are love!