A/N - Hello! Okay, so here's the deal. Let's say that I was disappointed by the 50th. (Just a smidge.) They had so many loose ends and didn't really explain how John Hurt (War Doctor) supressed his memories. It was like goes in TARDIS, leaves, regenerates, and BOOM ecceleston! So afterwards, I was thinking how the series would've changed if the 50th was planned before the reboot. And you're reading my thoughts on it. Hopefully, this won't be too long. Because I have a story running right now but this one was blocking that progress...

Lemme just say now, I mean no disrespect or offense by the things I mention in the second to last paragraph. They were/are horrible things that I would never wish on anybody.

Disclaimer - I own nothing...


"I won't remember this, will I?" the War Doctor asked. The oldest of the three incarnations looked down on him, eyes full of pity.

"The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no." He told himself sadly.

"So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it." The War Doctor reaffirmed, more to himself, preparing himself for what he needed to do. He pushed off of his knees as he stood, placing his culpa where he was sitting. "I'll have to live with that." He turned to his future selves, a slight smile on his face. "But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again. Thank you." He said honestly before turning to the line of three TARDISes. "Now, which one is mine?" he asked with a laugh, walking over to the war battered one, glancing over at himself before going inside.

The TARIDS gave a small hum, somehow already knowing what he was about to do. "I'm only locking a few memories away. You worry too much." He told her with a small laugh as he walked up to the console and worked on moving them into the vortex. "Now then." He sighed, moving to the small screen that came out from the console. He raised his hands to type on the keyboard, surprised to see them glowing gold slightly. "Oh yes, of course. I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin." He mumbled, stepping away from the console as the glowing grew in intensity. "I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time." He laughed as his body erupted with light. The Doctor screwed his eyes shut, working past the pain, as he focused on the memories of the last day. He hid them away and the TARDIS helped some by implanting the memory of him using the moment to time lock the Time War, thus killing everything trapped within it.

The Doctor felt his bones in his legs stretch as he grew taller, his hair receding as it grew shorter. In the back of his mind, he noted, much to his dismay, that his ears grew slightly. He felt each nitrogen base on his TNA shift and jump from strand to strand, changing his hair color, eye color, causing him to be naturally thinner than he was, and such. The Doctor slightly registered the TARDIS changing around him. He didn't have time to dwell on that thought, for his regeneration ended, causing him to stumble forward onto the, new, grating.

The Doctor stayed, unmoving, on his knees and elbows, staring at the floor in his too small clothes. A few tears leaked from his eyes, falling through the grating and onto the components below, causing them to fizzle slightly. The Doctor paid no mind to it as he leaned down slightly, his hands coming up to meet his head halfway. The heels of his hands pushed in on his temples and his fingers pushed through his cropped hair. The Doctor pushed on temples and leaned even further forward, his forehead pressing against the grating. More tears fell from the Doctors eyes, which were wide with shock before they shut tightly again.

The Doctor unlatched his jaw and heard his new voice for the first time. He let out a scream that few sentient being could say they have heard.

Ask the survivors of the concentration camps and they would say they heard it when innocent people were led into the "shower rooms" and left to choke. Ask executioners and they would say they heard it when a man was set to die by electrocution. Ask doctors in the maternity ward of hospitals and they would say they heard it when an expecting mother learned that her child was still born.

It was a scream of pure agony.


Yes, very, very short. But that's how I started one of my other fics and it got a great response. So I'm hoping to get some of that good luck rubbed off on this one.

BTW, how did you (yes you...) react to the 50th? I'm curious. My friend was greatly disappointed. And even though I was let down, I still cried when 10 said I don't wanna go. So what are your thoughts on it?

Please review!