Alright, I'll try to keep this Author's note brief so you can get on with the story.
This is a story that's been co-written by me and a friend who's username is DragonOfFanfiction. Me and DOF-san basically each took certain roles and wrote the dialouge that way, naration was shared so if the writing style seems to shift randomly that's why.
We've actually written most of this story ahead of my uploading this chapter, we're editing those and I'll get them up once we're happy with how they've turned out. This chapter may not make much sense but it's a prologue, it's not supposed to, it'll all make sense by the time you reach the end of the story.
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this story, and please review, it'll make both me and DOF-san very happy.
Prolouge:
They sat at a small folding table in folding chairs on the rocky surface looking down at the beautiful blue and green planet below with teacups in their hands.
"I've seen it thousands of times and it never ceases to amaze me," the Doctor said with a grin.
England was breathless, "It's…. it's so beautiful…."
"You're part of it you know," The Doctor replied with a laugh.
America, who hadn't touched his tea spoke up at this point, "Yeah it's nice and all but uh… how are we breathing? We shouldn't be able to breath here…. right?"
The Doctor laughed, "I just extended the TARDIS's oxygen shell."
"Okay…."
"It's just magic, you don't have to understand it." England joked, smiling warmly. He was somehow able to pull his attention from the scene before them.
"I told you it's not magic, it's advanced science," The Doctor replied with a sigh.
"I was only kidding, I know."
"You never did show me any 'magic'…"
"You came and got me during a bloody magic war! It was all around us, did you not notice!?" England questioned, taking a sip of his tea.
"I saw no magic," The Doctor said with a shrug, "There was psychic energy all over the place but I didn't see anything that I'd call 'magic'."
"'Psychic energy'?" America chimed in.
"Yes, psychic energy," The Doctor stated excitedly as he took a sip of tea, "Mental energy that makes things happen. All sorts of things."
"Doctor, believe what you're looking for is the word 'denial'." England smirked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," The Doctor replied.
"If you'd like for me to show you magic, I'll show you magic," England's smile widened deviously.
"What? But if you use magic you could turn green or something!" America shouted.
"America, I broke the law when I was stuck in the past. I've been able to use magic for over three centuries."
"What?!"
"Oh yes, isn't that why you were ginger?" The Doctor asked, "Could you make me ginger…. I've always wanted to be ginger."
"I was thinking along the lines of something a bit more along the lines of impossible. Besides, you could always just dye your hair, Doctor."
"My appearance changes often enough without me doing it voluntarily," The Doctor replied jokingly, "Besides it wouldn't work anyway…."
England sighed, "I understand, but back to the point. Magic~" He sat up straighter, and held his hand palm up over the center of the table. In a few seconds, a bright blue ball of flame materialized within England's hand.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow and quickly pulled out his sonic screwdriver to scan the ball of flame, looking at the readings with a smug look, "Psychic energy, rather potent psychic energy."
"Oh really?~ America catch." England tossed the flame toward a horrified America.
America caught the ball of flame, his eyes widening in surprise, "It's cold?!"
The Doctor rolled his eyes, "Not all that surprising when I've been nearly killed by a freezing star myself."
England's smile dissolved slightly, he snapped his fingers and the flame was gone, "Well, what would be surprising to you, Doctor?"
"Surprising you say? If I knew what would surprise me it wouldn't be much of a surprise now would it?" The Doctor chuckled, "More than a thousand years of traveling time and space and just about the only thing that ever surprises me is humans."
"What could I show you that would prove to you it's magic and not 'psychic energy'?" England was starting to get flustered.
"I'm not sure you can," The Doctor replied, "You're not nearly as convincing as a wizard as the carrionites were as witches that one time with Shakespeare."
England sighed angrily, "Then what do you expect me to do!?"
"I don't know, something amazing."
England facepalmed and groaned, but then he got an idea, "I'm sure you know what this is, Doctor." England closed his palm, and when he opened it, a silver pocket watch with an intricate circular pattern rested in his hand.
The Doctor's eyes widened, it was clear he was trying -and failing- to keep his cool as he asked, "Why do you have that?!"
"It was given to me by a good friend." England stated plainly.
"Who?" The Doctor asked, a strange tone of seriousness in his voice.
"A human who I could have sworn time bended for."
The Doctor shook his head, "Not a human, there's no way. England, do you know what that is?"
"Vaguely, it's called a fob watch, right?"
"Yes, but do you have any idea what it does?"
"Not really."
"It's a timelord device…" The Doctor explained, looking both worried and anxious with each word, "It allows a timelord to become human and seal away their memories until they open it… so I'm going to ask you again; Who gave that to you?"
England paused, "It makes sense now. Doctor, she didn't know… She couldn't have known…." he trailed off, many different thoughts going through his head.
"Of course not, she wouldn't have been able to remember at all…." The Doctor trailed off, looking back on unhappy memories, "I've used it before myself, I didn't remember who I was and when I found out…. I didn't want to go back…"
"I don't think I should tell you, Doctor…." England shook his head slightly.
The Doctor sighed, calming down, "Tell me anyway. I have a right to know."
"She died." England said flatly, leaning back into his chair.
For a split second the Doctor's expression seemed to vacillate between sorrow and anger but his tone remained calm, "How?"
"I believe she was executed."
"I suppose I really am the only one left then…" The Doctor replied dully, "And I won't be around much longer…"
"Doctor…." America said sadly.
The Doctor gave him a gentle smile, "Everyone has to die at some point. I've lived longer than most but my time is almost up… I'm sorry that it had to be in Utah of all places."
England dangled the watch between two fingers, "Well this is not where I expected this conversation to go, but this is the only thing that I could think of to prove magic to you."
"You surprised me, I'll give you that, but how does this prove that magic is real? It's Timelord technology, I could explain how it works if you wanted me to," The Doctor asked.
"No, I'm fine not knowing. I just thought it would do something if I showed it to you." England shifted it into his hand so that he could open it.
"I wouldn't open that if I were you," The Doctor stated as he watched the watch very closely.
"Why?" England questioned, looking up to the Doctor.
"You haven't opened it before then?" The Doctor asked curiously, not giving him time to respond before saying, "If it was in use then you'd be able to catch a glimpse of the essence of a timelord, her memories even. And if this friend of yours was able to survive the time war… you won't want to see."
England thought momentarily, looking the watch over. Just before he clicked the clasp, a wave of heat and sickness came over him. England dropped the watch as it opened, causing it to fall down to the rocky surface of the the moon.
America rushed to England's side, "Not again…. Are you okay England?"
The Doctor frowned, picking up the watch and closing it before he asked the same question.
England closed his eyes tightly as the pain increased, barely able to keep the world or moon from spinning around him, let alone reply.
"Quick, get him in the TARDIS, we need to get him back to Earth before it gets any worse!" The Doctor said loudly, but England could barely hear him in his dizziness or feel it when America picked him up and carried him into the blue box.
Cast:
The 11th Doctor: Me
England: DOF-san
America: Shared
