Author's note:
Hello everyone that reads this note! Please enjoy the story. I will appreciate reviews and favorites, as they are my motivational drive including my imagination. Note that this is an Alternate Universe, so if you don't know what this means, I'll repeat it from my bio:
An alternate universe is a theory in which there is a universe that is the same as ours, with much of history still intact, but with a minor tweak and difference that branch off a whole NEW series of events from there. I said earlier in my bio, think of parallel lines, but one line is ours and the other's an alternate. Same universe, same events, but what would happen if one event didn't go as history thought it would in that? The infinite possibilities, you see?
My series 8 is not like the one from BBC that will air in August. Sure, it has the Twelfth Doctor and Clara and Danny who will be introduced later that will be nearly the same, but my major what if was: What if another companion joined in on Twelve's beginnings? This is Doctor Who, Series 8 AU, Episode 1: Chance by Fate, a new take on Series 8! No copyright intended, just for fanfiction purposes! Chapters will be posted now temporarily on the weekends.
-UPDATE LOG 7/11/14-
Made some slight updates on the chapters so far that are up, just some expanding of the chapters more to make it "feel" like a chapter and not "some five paragraphs and then I'm done" kinda deal.
Please don't change.
The last three words Clara Oswald told the Doctor before he... well, changed right before her in a flash of light. Though his body didn't change much, his face did. Gone was the flipped black hair, kind and slightly eccentric face, and now in place stood a striking and wrinkled face. His eyes seemed baggy but what made this face striking were the faded green eyes that made him look like a hawk. The man stood before Clara confused and stared right at her. He approached her slowly, neither one blinking at each other. Both individuals were about to say something from their lips before the Doctor jumped back and hugged his stomach.
"KIDNEYS!" The man exclaimed, recovering. "I've got new kidneys! I don't like the color." He later added, looking as though he lost some weight.
"Of your kidneys?..." Clara said perplexed.
The TARDIS lurched to one side throwing the two towards the console. "Wh-what's happening?!" Clara asked frantically, holding on to the edge of the console. "We're probably crashing," He responded quickly. "Into what!?" Clara shrieked, clinging on to dear life looking to the only other individual for help. He climbed back up and started to pull some switches and press buttons. "Stay calm!" He responded, his voice now changed to Scottish. "Just one question." He said in a confused, panicked voice:
"Do you happen to know how to fly this thing!?"
And Clara Oswald left her jaw hanging as the TARDIS plummeted down to Earth.
-DOCTOR WHO THEME KICKS IN-
(Title: CHANCE BY FATE)
"Who... Who are you?" Clara Oswald's voice rose up in a fiery temper. The old man was in the Doctor's clothes. Her Doctor's clothes. The thigh-length coat, boots, black pants, vest and dress shirt. "Clara, now's not the time to be asking luv. It's me!" The man said fiercely, trying to stop his beloved time machine from killing them both with whatever he could press on the console. "The Doctor." She asked urgently, ignoring his reply. "Where is the Doctor!?"
"IT'S ME CLARA!" The man roared. "I'm the Doctor!"
Clara nearly let herself go from the console and was shocked. "But... But he, you... You said you changed!" She yelled.
"Do I have to remind you what regeneration number this is?!" The Doctor yelled back, frantically searching for a button that would hopefully stop the TARDIS from free fall. He reached underneath the TARDIS and picked up a small object the size of an easter egg. "I knew backups like this would come in handy." He muttered, pressing the top of the object before fainting.
Clara couldn't figure out what was going on before another dazzling light appeared in the room and she fell unconscious.