Ok. Not first time writting in english, through it doesn't made it my native language, so might be a few errors here and there. Warn me so I can correct, okay? Alright. So, this is chapter one. It's inspired on the 50th aniversary episode from Doc Who. "The Day of the Doctor".

The first three or four chapters will be some kind of 'prologue' or something. Not sure. Just writted two, and it's still some uncertain area. Just tipping and seeing the result.

I had this in my mind since... Well, I belive since before The Day of the Doctor. Before The Name of the Doctor, Angels of Manhattan... Before The Wedding of River Song. I believe even before The Big Bang. Big chance it was around the Journey's End, episode. I'm not sure.

Maybe some references of Torchwood at some point, since... Well, I'm strating to watch it. From episode one.

Well. See ya Whovians. Expect you all enjoy it.

Taking a deep breath throwed head backwards e closed the eyes, air around was heavy and there was this bit, little bit of... Sulfur? Open one of the eyes looked around and then put both hands behind the back of the head. Burning smell... Smelling... Uhm, fudge.
"So..." Said tilting the chair and extending both legs, closing the one open eye before breath deep again. Metal, cooper... Wood... And... - Uhhh, that's quite nostalgic.
Letting a smile fill the face oppened the eyes and straightened the chair, putting both arms on chars support. Spinning the chair to observe better the smile in it's face got wider.
"Everytime I came... Every time. Is each time more interesting. But the best. Oh, the best. Is that this time. This wonderful time... Will be the last." Jumping of the chair at the exact second before it explode, the laugh bursted out it's lips, the right hand going straight inside the coat pulling out the famous object that would never be left. One of it's signature.
Cylindrical like a pen, with some sorte of glass or any round thing on one of its edges, a few buttons and a hole in the other edge. With a fast wrist move the glass started to shine yellow, like a topaz, or a golden nugget. Yeah, a tiny little peace of blinding shine spheric gold.
"Supersonic screwdriver, what you think?" Asked looking right then left.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"
"I GONNA MISS THIS!" Ducked right in time and the laser shoots crossed and destroy the Daleks that are aiming it. It's laugh echoed through the shootings, the explosões, the ships sound, through Dalek's and Time Lord's shouting and screamings.
Through the sound of war.

With a sad smile on it's face, the empty dark eyes, and the heavy shoulders it holded the cube on it's right hand with care and awe. So slight that didn't look so powerful. Ahead of it it's first house. Miles behind it's last.
Opened the wooden door with a laugh stook on the throat. Wood... How ironic. Inside the first room nothing but a table and box. Some dusty others cover by a white sheet, but just boxes left during the war.
The sunshine light, or maybe it was the light from the ships explosions, it was hard to say this last... Days? Years? Centuries? Millennia? Eons? How much time since the Time War reached Gallifrey? Sighing put the cube over the table and turned to place the coat over a dusty hook on the wall at the door's side. The momment it turned around the air left it's lungs, sucked, taken...
"Well, well. That was quite... Trick" Said joining hands, the perfect eyebrows raising up and the smiling becaming excited for a few milliseconds before close in a rather melancholic expression. "So... About what you wanna talk?"
"You know..."
"... What or..."
"... Who we..."
"... are?" They said at the sime time. Differents voices, most known.
"A bit. Enough. I see my past, my present and what I will assume will be my future. But I would love names. You know, if you are who I think you are, you would know I'm that my memory suck."
"Your memory..."
"Is great..."
"You just..."
"Want..."
"Listen..."
"Uh, it's only gets bigger..." Said laughing, a fake laugh. "Well, I thought that with be worth the try. But introduce yourself, just for the record. "
"The song that calms..."
"Melody... Yes, yes, I know it. I know you, Miss Melody." The sad, nostalgic and guilt smirk fills its lips and is quite charming.
"A good man... A good warrior... A good..."
"Doctor. Yes, but a rather bad father I would say." Completed with a frown and the cold eyes examinated the figure dressed in a finy texudo and bowtie.
"Waiting and waiting. Looking at the sky"
"The girl who waited and the man who waited"
"Pond. Mr. and Mrs. Pond. Always a pleasure" Lowered its head and the chin touched the chest while the shoulders incline and the arm was put over it's hearth. One of them. A bow. "But you..." It said straighting its back and then pointing to the unknown face. "You... I don't know you."
"No..."
"What's your name? Who are you?"
"I am... I..." The pink tongue wet the lips that then was pulled inside for a few seconds before be realized with a pop and bitten. "Ahn... Which..." The mouth oppened and closed and then there it was, like testing the sound in it light lips. "Rose... Tyler." Shaking the head and scoffing. "No... Not this one." Ar came through nose and mouth when the eyes started to shine, pupil and iris disappearing. "Yes... This one... Right. I am... The Bad Wolf".
"What's Bad Wolf? I don't know it. It's a term? A species? Your name? You look human, visually, at least. Many especies look human. But who are you?"
"I'm not from here. From another dimension, another Universe. One that you didn't press the trigger. One that you're not born."
The dark eyes close tight. No. It was impossible. It was...
"Okay. Whatever you say... And now?"
"It's time..."
"For you to..."
"Decide if..."
"This is..."
"The Moment"
For the first time since it opened the door, and maybe for the first time at all. That face was covered with fear.