So now our story begins...

A dark crop haired man stood in the station control room eyeing the Gallifreyin symbols as they scanned across the scanner. A grimace ran across his face as he watched a red light kept blinking back at him from the temporal phenomenon appearing on the screen.

"This should not be here," stating under his breath.

Hitting a few buttons and a level. He watched the data collect to indentify the unknown ship.

A male robotic voice echoed in the room of the results.

"Confirmation: Type 40 Model-B, Registry unknown."

"Now who could you be?" a smirk emerging from his frown. His hands on the edge of the desktop in excitement. A green lighting eliminating in the room from the control sphere. Finally jumping up and clamping his hands together of a new discovery.

"Well one way to find out," his grin widen of the joy to use the powerful tractors from the trobophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator in his TARDIS. He watched as the screen showed the trasclucer power cells as it locked onto the other TARDIS. Draining its power so the ship became immobilize then pulled to his Type 90 TARDIS.

Reaching around and then back after clicking on the buttons on the directional unit to allow the other ship to be dematerialize in a successful flight to land in the zero room.

"Shela," he yelled loudly.

Running steps could be heard behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched his blond hair wife enter from the corridor.

"What is it?" she said out of breath as she descended down the steps to him.

He turned to her with a grin.

"We got us a damaged unregistered Type 40-B TARDIS that entered in our space a few minutes ago and is now in the zero room."

She gasped while shaking her head.

"Wait a minute, That's not possible, they are extinct well unless you think it's my dad's TARDIS which would be impossible since he is at home," she continued while waving her hand at the screen, "then again could be dad but why would he be way out here."

His blue eyes danced in excitement, as he answered,"Oh it's not your dad's, Trust me we registered that ole beauty 500 years ago."

"You kidding me right!"

"Nope."

"Oh my," with a thoughtful look on her face.

He turned quickly back to the console to grab his silver sonic screwdriver and his blaster. Putting the screwdriver in his pocket then strapping the blaster to his holster. Turning back to her with his hand stretched out.

"Ready?" he asked.

Coming out of her daze of the new discovery. She paused in mid-step to look at the black gleamed blaster that he just strapped on moments ago.

"Do you have to take that?" with a worried voice.

Moving forward to grasp his wife's face. His forehead leaning onto hers. Using telepathy he responded.

"I know you don't like it but it's just a precaution."

Her hands landed on his chest as she felt the double beat of his hearts then she started grasping onto his black jumper.

"I know but..," as her voice trailed off with a shudder in her body of using any type of violence.

"Trust me," he whispered in the room.

"You know I do," she responded with a small laugh then pulled him into her arms.

He moved to allow her the contact. His head resting on her head while rubbing her back in circular motions giving her comfort. Understanding how she felt. Time Lords did not carry weapons, well at least they didn't before the Time War. Since they returned, many of them was so deep into the military, it became second nature to them. His wife was a medical doctor which is the total opposite of what he was, an old military commander. Thank God Rassilon! He was able to find his soul mate when they returned. He can't complain. The last few hundred years just seem to get better and better.

Giving her a few moments to calm down.

"Come on," as he placed a kiss on her head then pulling back to look at her.

"We got us a TARDIS to discover," with a excited look on his face as his hands fanned the hair from her face.

His excitement seemed to be contagious as a smile came onto her face lighting her golden eyes more.

"Alright," she responded shaking off the feeling of bad ill that seemed to grow, like a storm was coming.

Stepping back she grasped his hand. They moved from the console towards the steps exiting the room to reach their destination.

As they entered the zero room, Shela saw a 1950's police box similar like the one her father has but in red and badly damaged. Smoke could be seen exiting from the outside and inside of the ship. As they got closer, she could see skid burn marks on the outside surrounding the wood and the wooden door hanging loosely on its hinges.

"We didn't cause this. Did we?" she gasped in horrified as her hand grazed on the wood.

Feeling her husband's hand on her arm, she turned to look up at him.

"No we didn't," anger shone from his eyes, "but I will find out. Trust on that!"

Shela turned back to the ship to place her hands on the sign that was broken in half. She felt the humming then pain from the ship. Tears came into her eyes feeling its distress and fear. Fear. No. No No..Never fear...

She reached out in telepathy to the sentient soul of the TARDIS. Showing thoughts of medical and repair to bring her back to her glory as a new ship. Feeling the doubts creeping in her head. She showed it the history of where she grew up on her father's ship of laughter and care. Her tears had already were running down her face as she waited for the ship to allow them entrance.

Finally she felt the golden essence of the TARDIS reach out from the time vortex to exit out the door to touch her. Her right hand reached out to allow it entrance on her palm. As the essence fell onto her skin, she felt the connection between this one and her dad's TARDIS. Sisters. Similar in built, thoughts, feelings and design all the way to the coral it was grown from however from another dimension.

The fear she once felt from the ship changed to a happier humming sound then she felt the singing of the essence of safety and concern.

Concern?

Flashes of two people in the console room in distress.

"Alright ole girl," she responded back to her before looking up into her husband's face, who saw and heard everything from their bond of the exchange.

Slowly they entered the doorway, the damage was extensive. The control room desktop was in complete smoke with multiple lights blinking on and off. Fluid running down the sides of multiple cracks of the coral inside.

What could have done this? she wondered. The answer was given to her immediately.

"What!" she shouted loudly in the room. Anger shook in her soul.

Then she heard the moaning across the room. Both of them ran up the granite metal steps to reach the man in black leather who was hiding a figure underneath him.

Karr bent down to check on the couple and into the dark blue eyes of stonic face of another Time Lord.

"Back up," the Northern accent demanded with a glare.

"Karr?" Shela questioned in concern.

"You need assistance," Karr advised him in a cold voice, "So either you accept our help or me and my wife will leave you here."

"Oh really," he heard his wife from behind him. He groaned as he she pushed him aside to see the couple better under the damaged coral.

Shela only saw the blond hair covering the face of the woman who was obvious pregnant and the side of the man's face as he was running his hands over the woman's body checking on her.

"Look, I am a medical doctor," she supplied, "We can help. So please allow us to do so."

His voice cutting like a knife, "You don't have the necessary equipment or knowledge. She is human not Gallifreyian."

Shela placed her hand on his arm to gain his attention to look at her. She gasped in shock of the face of the man in front of her. The spitting image of her father's 9th incarnation. How? When? Forget I asked as her medical training kicked in. Focusing now on the woman on the floor more clearly. She saw another face she knew so dearly. The face of Rose Tyler.