The Beginning

Summary: DaemonAU is my favorite AU; it's complex, but it's one of my favorites, and I consider it's easiest to write as well as the fluffiest. Doctor Who is my newest muse and I can't believe I ever lived a life with them so these are a bunch of oneshots surrounding Doctor Who, 2005 to present day.

AN: I typically write the Doctor's with their numbers in my Drafts so I don't confuse myself. If there's a number somewhere, sorry, that means I prob missed it in my spellcheck.

Doctors: War and Nine(for a moment)

(*7 3# - Gallifreyan (The TARDIS doesn't translate)

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No one really knows where the daemons came from. Not all species have them, and the ones that did, never had any stories or legends to explain what happened. Not even the Time Lords, possibly one of the oldest races in space, actually knew where their second hearts come from. It was almost like, one day, a creature leapt from someone's body and suddenly, they were common nature.

To the Time Lord, the daemon was their second half; the second body for their second heart. To humans, a much younger race, daemons were their souls. To the rest of the universe, the ones that had no daemon, they were a weakness. Of course, the Time Lords didn't let that label stay.

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The Doctor closed the door to his future, a small smile on his lips; what a novel they were. Such a great man he would become, if only he would remember. And such an amazing companion Clara was; he hoped they were all like her; so happy to travel with him, and so ready to help others.

The Doctor's thoughts were interrupted at the familiar glow and rush of energy, and he looked at his hands. "Oh of course," he breathed, staring, then looked up. "Missius."

The Great Horned Owl swiveled her head. "(*7 3#" she replied, and the Doctor frowned sadly at her upset tone. "You're leaving me."

"No my dear, never," the Doctor grunted as the transformation began to take. "I'm sorry my love. I don't want to forget-"

It's getting harder to speak as the golden energy spread to his face. "I'm sorry Missi," he begged, "Don't be too hard on him!"

It was over, and then it began. The Doctor's glow was accompanied by a second, and then, the transformation was coming to an end.

The Doctor blinked. And stared, forced to his knees. He roared in rage and threw his fist down. "WHY?!"

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So yay! Doctor Who has brought my muse back. So this is your typical oneshot story. I already have the daemons for all of my characters but you're more than welcome to give me some ideas if you like.

As for the ending. If you haven't realized; Nine woke up without remembering what really happened and so would understandably be enraged with himself.

War Doctor: Great Horned Owl

So, I'm sure I'll be posting again soon.

Ja ne~!