Authors notes: Hello there readers. Welcome to the second story in a series of Simpsons crossovers I was planning to write that started with 'Things to do in Springfield when wearing the Mask' and I hope you enjoy this story as much as you and others have enjoyed the first.

A small note to new readers, something new I now do when I write Doctor Who crossovers is I mostly try to tell events from the perspective of the characters from the other franchise. This makes the crossovers more fun IMO because you get their perspective on the often wacky events and adventures that the Doctor gets into.

***Warning*** Since this is a Simpsons crossover there will be jokes that poke fun at people, attitudes, politics, countries, religion etc and so on just like in the real series, so if you read a line in this story and find it offensive, please don't because it's only a joke. And what I make the characters say, do and think does NOT reflect my own beliefs, I'm only trying to be faithful to the characters... umm... character. *** End Warning***

Anyway, hope you enjoy the story

Cheers

-TimeLordParadox

The Simpsons /Doctor Who crossover

A Doctor Calls

By TimeLordParadox

(aka Ross Pickering)

Prologue

What did he do? What has he done? He's gone too far! He should never have gone that far, he shouldn't have been allowed, he should've exorcised greater control over his actions, he should've just walked away and left them to die.

What he had done was a terrible thing, more terrible then anything he's ever done before in his long life, and he's been the in direct cause of several genocides and planetary demolitions. Could the weight he carries around with himself become any heavier?

He'd saved someone, three people in fact –well three people and one slightly annoying robot- from dying and becoming a tragic part history but that was the single most destructive thing he could have done, save them when they were supposed to die. He didn't feel bad about saving lives, he did it all the time. No, what he felt bad about was changing history, history that already had a determined outcome, and now it has changed with possible disastrous results. He could feel time flowing around him, the things and events that 'weren't' suddenly became 'possible' and more tangible, and the things that 'were' were being wiped from the history books as he had these very thoughts. He'd gone temporarily insane with what he 'could' do that he didn't stop to think if he 'should.'

He was the last of his kind, the very last of a race of ancient people nearly as old as the universe, ones who maintain the equilibrium of time and sustained its delicate web. The Timelords, the guardians of time all over the universe and beyond, all gone, and he'd felt a responsibility to uphold their laws for a time. But under the pressure of having to leave innocent people to die he had just snapped and he'd decided since he was the very last Lord of Time then he owned the laws of time, that he shouldn't bow before them and uphold them, he was the only Timelord left, 'THEE Timelord' the laws of time should obey him not the other way around. In that moment of insanity he'd just changed the fate of the first mission on Mars, a mission that was supposed to be doomed. All of them were supposed to die and cause a series of events that would inspire humans to go out and explore the universe further but his intervention has now changed things.

He'd just wanted to leave them to their fate when he first arrived on the Mars base, leave and let them die, it was the right thing to do to ensure the stability of time and the complex web it creates, but he just couldn't walk away and leave innocent people to die. Why? Why? Because he was the Doctor, just the Doctor, no names, no identity except that title, the Doctor, the last of the Timelords.

But now he felt worse was to come, he'd attempted to alter history yes but time compensated sometimes, so the story changed but the ending stayed the same, basically. Now he felt as if he'd been called to his punishment because one lone Ood, a race of alien people who had squid like heads, had appeared to him in the snow, in a vision, calling to him to come to the Ood home planet because of something urgent. The Ood people had prophesized that his 'song' would end very soon and he had an idea he knew what that meant, and it would come at the hands of someone who would 'knock, four times' –why does everybody have to be so cryptic these days?- but he had an idea what that message meant as well and it still resulted in the sample conclusion. His song would end. It meant his ultimate fate, his death.

BONG! Came the sound of a large and ancient bell echoing down the corridors of his machine, his home, his time/space travel machine, the TARDIS. The sound was very far away deep in the machine yet its ringing brought the truth closer to him. The cloister bell, it foretold imminent disaster and danger to either himself or the TARDIS. BONG!

He just stood and stared at the console of his space/time ship for a very long time, the large mushroom shaped console with a glass column rising out of the top of it into the ceiling. BONG! The long, large crystals inside the column stood perfectly still, BONG! He focused on a lever, the lever that set the TARDIS in motion, sending it into the endless vortex of time and space. He could run, run from his fate, he's been doing that for most of his life, running from his responsibilities, his people, everything. All he had to do was pull that one lever and leave. Or perhaps he should just face his fate, he has tried to change history and for a brief moment he was the 'Timelord victorious', and he now detested himself for it. He was over 900 years old yet didn't look a day over mid thirties, maybe a Timelord lives too long. Should I face my fate? He asked himself.

BONG...BONG...BONG! The cloister bell continued to ring.

"No!" he said quietly and suddenly. He then reached forward for the controls and pulled the lever straight down. The floor shuddered and the grating beneath his feet rattled loudly as the mighty engines of the TARDIS roared into life turning the still time machine into a scene of utter chaos, like an earthquake was hitting as the TARDIS carried him back into space and time.

He didn't have to go to his doom just yet, he had so much he wanted to do first. Sure he'll go to the Ood eventually but first he was going to do what he does best, travel around, get into trouble and enjoy himself. Like he used to say, 'a straight line may be the shortest distance between two destinations, but it was never the most interesting' or the most fun. The Ood can wait, he wasn't finished living yet.

Among the roar of the TARDIS engines he suddenly called out to the ceiling, "ALLONS-Y!"

Authors notes: In all honesty, the one thing I dislike about Doctor Who crossovers these days is that they always crossover using the tenth or fourth Doctors –or the most recent-, which is a little disappointing because sometimes using one of the other Doctors can make a story even better because the characters click together better and I made it a rule for myself when I started writing on FFNet that I'd avoid using the tenth or fourth Doctor's in crossovers if I could, however for this story I think the tenth Doctor is ideal.

This prologue is set at the end of 'Water's of Mars', so this adventure takes place between that and the 'End of Time' for the Doctor.

The title of this story is based on the book 'An Inspector Calls'

*Updated 29/12/2011* Added a warning at the top of my story because I fear some might take the jokes to heart, and added a disclaimer, because I didn't invent either Doctor Who or the Simpsons :D

Cheers

-TimeLordParadox