A/N: Right, here goes nothing. As you're probably guessing, I'm giving Doctor Who a go in the time honoured tradition of looking at Doomsday and saying 'fuck that.'

Of course I'm doing it in my own way, I can't just change it with a snap of my fingers. I have to work my way up to it. Besides, I like to think my resolution to that situation is a unique one.

Anyway let's get the claims bullshit out of the way: Doctor Who is one hundred percent, absolutely, assuredly, not mine. That goes for the Doctor, his companions, the TARDIS, the Time Lords, The Daleks, Autons, Slitheen, Jagrafess, Reapers, Gelth, Cassandra, Chula Gas-mask zombies (Steven Moffat is genius), and the Ann-Droid. One day though! One day!

I do, however, own Tahkaullus Neuvo, anyone who tries to take him from me will experience the full lain out fury of an angry kitten!

From the Pandorica to Utopia

Book 1: Crossing Paths and Healing Scars

Prologue

Did you ever feel like you were born to do something? Like you were meant to achieve something impossible and wonderful even though you had no idea what it could be? Was there ever a time when you met a person – or persons – who just got you right off the bat?

Well bully for you because my life only covers two of those, and not extremely well at that.

My name is Tahkaullus Neuvo, and ever since the beginning of the AD calendar I have crossed paths with the most unique man in the world. He has been there in the shadows, preserving humanity the same way I work to preserve the other Terran races. There are so many names that come with him, so many titles that he has earned himself over his time. They speak legends about him around campfires, I should know, I've told a couple myself. You'd never believe the things he's done, the sacrifices he's made. You'd believe it even less if you met him. After all, how does a man with floppy hair and green eyes, wearing tweed and a bow tie of all things – sometimes accompanied with a fez, my God – measure up to the image of the Oncoming Storm?

But I know what lurks behind that crafty disguise, I've seen what lurks within those timeless eyes that, no matter what colour they are, always swirl with the whole of time hidden within. Those eyes have gazed upon whole armies and they've just turned and ran away, all because of a man with no plan, back up, or any sort of proper weapon. Just a screwdriver that's conveniently sonic and I have watched it happen, time and time again.

Of course that's not to say we always meet in the right order. It's not always Bow-Tie Boy who I tend to, quite literally, bump into as I work my way through this world's timeline. It's not always green eyes that stare into the abyss and never blink, not always a tweed jacket that disguises his most powerful weapon – his mind. More often than not I'll run into a man in a long trench coat, a gift from Janis Joplin, wearing a pinstripe suit and white converse – perfect for running in – with, in his own words 'big hair' or in another friend's words 'great hair.' Much rarer are the times when I meet a man in leather and jeans, big ears and piercing blue eyes that stare right through you. That life was so short that I only got to glimpse him a few times, and every time I see him like that it's clear that he's a broken man. A veteran soldier still running from the atrocities he committed against his own people for the sake of all creation.

But he's never alone. No, he always has his companions to help shoulder the burden, and they've never let him down when it matters. I've seen them all but, like him, I only focus on the man who would become Big-Hair Man, and then Bow-Tie Boy and so only really know the ones who travelled with him after the war; The student who became a soldier, the woman that saved the multiverse, the last centurion, the girl who waited, and so many others. And her. She's always there, holding his hand, bearing the burden unlike all the others. Because unlike her, it becomes too much for them. And they leave, or he leaves them behind. But not her. She refuses to be left behind, refuses to let him suffer in silence, and the times he does send her away she just comes back. I ought to know, I was there both times. Saved her life once or twice…but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What's really important is this: I have spent the last two thousand years walking in and out of this mysterious couple's lives - or maybe it's the reverse – and all I know is this. I wouldn't be the man I am today if I hadn't stood beside a group of Nestene controlled Roman Centurions within Stonehenge and hadn't watched that man shout out to the heavens, the sky filled with every single thing that had a reason to want him dead, and tell them to let somebody else try first. Nor would I be who I am today if my first meeting with his constant companion was to have her fling her arms around me and squeeze me tight, telling me how wonderful it was to see me again – making me feel wanted, when all I felt was despair.

I wouldn't be Tahkaullus Neuvo if I had never met The Doctor and Rose Tyler. And this is the story of how that meeting came to pass.

A/N Right, that's the prologue. And one more thing, this series won't cover every episode of Doctor Who, just the episodes when he's on Earth because, as you might have guessed, Kaullus won't travel with the Doctor. He just meets him here and there.