A/N Alrighty, so I hadn't really been planning on writing another story after my Dog Sees God story (if you haven't seen the play, I wouldn't recommend reading it. Tis a little confusing.), but I was having a conversation about some possibilities for the new season of Doctor Who last night with BlinkingAngel and CharlieBrown1234 (go read their stuff, by the way) and BlinkingAngel mentioned this, so I claimed the right to turn it into a fanfiction ^.^ Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who... alas. But I don't think it would be as amazing if I did!
The Doctor was running. Faster and longer than he ever had before. But he couldn't stop, he couldn't ever stop. Amy, Rory, River… They were all counting on him. The universe was counting on him to come up with a brilliant plan and save them all. Why am I always the one to be brilliant. His eyes welled up, thinking of all the people he couldn't save, all the people he wouldn't save in the time coming.
"Sometimes I can't save them all. It doesn't work that way, and no matter what I do, people will always die." The Doctor wiped a tear away from his eyes in frustration.
The time for fun was long over, even before it had begun. He flew around the TARDIS, flipping switches and making sure, as he did ever since River pointed it out, to leave the parking brake on. The TARDIS shook, and the Doctor flew backwards, hitting his head on one of the pillars surrounding the control panel. She shuddered, and came to a noisy halt. Glaring at the offending pillar, he stood up and dragged himself to the door.
The putrid and familiar scent of acid and water mixing assailed his nose the second he stepped onto the moor, and he thanked Gallifrey that he ended up where he wanted to, for once. The sun shone; seemingly a sin on such a grim day. Flowers bloomed where once one would never have expected to find beautiful plant life. A cool breeze blew over him, ruffling his hair, and, by association, his fez. He strode through the muck, walking up to the door of the monastery. He raised his hand to knock, only to realize it wasn't necessary. The door opened, and the man standing before him nodded grimly, gesturing for him to enter. The Doctor looked around as he was led through the hallways, it was different—more populated—than before, and Ganger and human worked together. He allowed himself a small smile for the good works he's done, even if only by chance, and then shook his head. It's never by chance. The TARDIS knows me better than I do. A small sitting room had been added to one of the more secluded parts of the factory. The few people that were in it saw the two men enter and quickly cleared out; they were legendary.
They motioned for the other to sit simultaneously, chuckled quietly, and sat. In the exact same way, at the exact same time, with the same grim expressions lining their faces, eyes older than the universe. The Doctor adjusted his fez for a moment, finally deciding on its removal, and sighed.
"Doctor."
"Doctor," the Ganger questioned.
"I guess you know why I've come back here."
"Seeing as how you're just barely avoiding the crossing of your own timeline, I can only imagine it's important… Oh, I see… you need me."
A/N alright, so a nice, short prologue. Whatdidja think? Rate and review, and I'll... I dunno... Love you forever? :)
