Disclaimer: I don't own "Doctor Who" or "Twilight", and the essential details of the original concept of this fic came from a video posted on YouTube by heroesdwtw- which has unfortunately now been taken off YouTube- and is used with their permission
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AN: The latest story in my 'Twilight Storm' series, as Bella Swan's travels with the Doctor result in her witnessing the most impossible day in history...
The Day of the Doctor
After our previous journey had resulted in me making friends with Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White, I supposed that I should have been fairly casual about the idea of meeting more royalty, but when I learned that we'd landed in sixteenth-century England to visit Queen Elizabeth I, I had to admit that I was more excited about that possibility than I supposed I should be. My relationship with Shakespeare had its ups and downs- particularly when I looked back on some of his plays; Romeo and Juliet no longer had the same appeal to me as it had in the past- but the era itself still intrigued me, so the chance to see it for real had immediately captured my interest.
I just wished that I had a chance to see more of it than what I'd witnessed so far. Our brief visit to various princesses had apparently reminded the Doctor of something he had to do involving Queen Elizabeth I, but when we'd arrived, he'd run a scan that had revealed the presence of another time machine in the area. Following the signal to its source, he had discovered a ship that he had identified as a Zygon ship, explaining that the creatures were a race of shapeshifters he'd encountered a few times in the past. As a result, I had been told to stay inside the TARDIS while he spoke with the Queen; until he knew what the Zygons were up to, he'd wanted to limit the risk of the Zygons trying to use me against him.
With nothing better to do with my time, I had retreated to the TARDIS library to catch up on my reading after changing into a loose brown outfit that I felt fit the standards of the time. I was wearing trousers as opposed to a dress, but I felt that the loose white shirt and brown jacket looked like what the standard person from this era would wear based on the Shakespeare films I'd watched in the past. I'd also pinned and arranged my hair in a manner that should make me look like a boy at casual glance; if a crisis arose, I wasn't going to waste time dealing with people who might not want to take orders from a girl. There were times when I'd resented my thinner frame, particularly when compared to the likes of Rosalie, but right now I had to admit that it should make things easier-
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone began to ring from its position on a nearby table, prompting me to put down my book and pick it up.
"Hello?" I said, surprised at the unexpected interruption.
"Bella?" the Doctor's voice yelled over the line. "You need to get out here; Queen Elizabeth's on the run and our horse was a Zygon!"
"The horse-?" I began in confusion, wondering when the Doctor had found the time to get a horse.
"Just get out here; I need help to keep track of this and the Zygon doesn't know about you yet!" the Doctor explained. "Get the other scanner and get out here; it'll lead you to me!"
"You mean… that thing you left on the console?" I asked, getting up and hurrying back to the console room as I spoke; once he'd realised what we were dealing with, he'd developed a spare scanner for me as well as his own, but I'd left it on the TARDIS console until it was needed.
"Precisely," the Doctor replied. "I'm sending it a program that will allow it to lock on to my scanner and alert you to Zygons; when you leave the ship, run towards the beeping and run away from the whistling!"
"Uh… sure thing," I said, as I ran into the console room. "See you soon!"
With the call ended, I picked up the scanner and checked my reflection in the time rotor's reflection, confirming that my hair was still done up in the appropriate manner. Assured that I wouldn't stand out, I ran out of the ship, the scanner out in front of me as I hurried through the woods towards wherever the Doctor might be heading. If I kept on the move and paid attention to the box's signal, I should manage to avoid the Zygon in the area…
"…Doctor," I suddenly heard my friend saying from another direction, prompting me to quickly turn towards the voice. "I'm nine hundred and four years old, I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the oncoming storm, the bringer of darkness, and you are basically just a rabbit, aren't you?"
As I finally reached the source of the voice, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my friend crouching beside a stump, glaring at the rabbit that he had apparently misidentified as a Zygon; maybe Earth was being invaded, but you had to laugh or you'd never get anywhere.
"OK," my friend said, clearly embarrassed at his mistake. "Carry on - just a...general... warning."
"To the world's rabbits?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Doctor!" another voice suddenly yelled before he could respond.
"Elizabeth," the Doctor said, his voice low as he stood up and hurried towards the source of the call, leaving me racing to keep up. As we arrived in a clearing, I saw a red-haired woman in a golden dress lying on the ground near an old ruin of some kind, clearly shaken as she sat up.
"That thing…" the woman said, looking at the Doctor in shock as he helped her to her feet. "Explain what it is! And what it wants of us! …And who is this?"
"This is… Ben Swan, my… apprentice," the Doctor explained hurriedly, waving an awkward hand at me before looking around; this wasn't the time for me to get indignant about being introduced as a boy, so I didn't. "As for the Zygon, I'm still trying to figure that out; it probably just wants your planet…"
"Doctor?" another voice said, the three of us turning around to see a woman approaching us who I quickly realised was the exact double of the queen.
"Stay away from her, Doctor," the new arrival said firmly. "That's not me; that's the creature."
"How is that possible?" the Elizabeth we'd helped to her feet said, looking at the new arrival in shock. "She's me. Doctor, she's me!"
"I am, indeed, me," the new arrival said, as the Doctor pulled out his machine and began to hit it while the two queens circled each other, leaving me to stand beside him and hope the impostor didn't do anything drastic. "A compliment that cannot be extended to yourself."
"Extraordinary!" the first Elizabeth said. "The creature has captured my exact likeness… this is exceptional."
"Exceptional?" her double repeated. "A Queen would call it impertinent."
"A Queen would feel compelled to admire the skill of the execution - before arranging one," the original Elizabeth countered, apparently regaining her old confidence.
"It's not working!" the Doctor said, hitting his machine before he took mine and examined it. "Not yours either; they're too close to distinguish which is which…"
"One might surmise the creature would learn quickly to protect itself from any simple means of detection," one of the Elizabeths said; I'd lost track of which was which when I was looking at the Doctor.
"Clearly you understand the creature better than I," the other Elizabeth reflected. "But then you have the advantage."
I was saved from having to ask the Doctor what we were meant to do now when some kind of strange hole suddenly appeared in the air above us, resembling an upside-down golden whirpool of some sort.
"Back, all of you, now!" the Doctor yelled, moving forward to stand underneath the new thing, the Elizabeths behind him while I stood to the side. "That's a time fissure, a tear in the fabric of reality. Anything could happen!"
"Like-?" I began, before a small red thing suddenly fell through the fissure, landing at the Doctor's feet.
"For instance… a fez," the Doctor said, picking up the hat and studying it for a moment before something else fell through the fissure. I was amazed to see that the new arrival was a young man dressed in an old burgundy coat over a grey waistcoat, with dark trousers and brown leather shoes, as well as thick brown hair.