Hiya all. My first fic. This is basically a 13th form Doctor, with a twist. I know that the show hasn't even reached a 10th doctor yet, so consider it AU if you must. This fic mainly goes from the show, but has elements of Scream of the Shalka. Enjoy.
The Final Generation
Prologue
He ducked under another wall, bullets flying. Just his luck to wind up in the middle of a war. A war on Earth to be exact. Why were humans so obsessed with waging war with themselves? He'd only had one true enemy that had also been a Time Lord, and he was now aboard the TARDIS as an android. The Master.
The middle aged looking man examined his position. He had already stopped yet another threat to the human race, and now only wanted to get back to his TARDIS, where he could leave this place. Perhaps it was time that he try and have a break from all the saving the universe. Just float around in space for awhile, relaxing. Or maybe visit some of his old companions, something he hadn't done in quite a while. Yes, the more he thought about it, the better it sounded.
A small break in the gunfire prompted the man to charge towards the place he'd left the TARDIS. He could just see it, the familier blue police box situated next to an old warehouse. He started to fish around in his pockets for his key. He had just managed to find it when he felt a searing pain in his spine. He fell to the ground, shocked. When he noticed his blood pouring out of a hole that had appeared in his chest, he said something that most people would find most unusual:
"Uh... Not again..."
Then, with a final sigh, the man died.
Inside the time-ship, known as the TARDIS, a man, who looked like a devil incarnate, was working on the consol, getting ready to leave as soon as The Doctor got back. He looked up sharply when he heard another bullet slam into the door. The TARDIS was much too advanced to be damaged by such primitive projectile weapons, but the noise was grating on his nerves. But, something felt wrong. Not that he'd be able to do anything, he couldn't leave the TARDIS if what was left of his life depended on it. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
He found out just what was wrong five minutes later, when the door was opened, and a teenaged boy fell in. No, the boy himself wasn't what was wrong. It was the fact that he was wearing clothes that were much too big for him. Very familier clothes.
"You can't be serious..." The man muttered.
The boy looked up and grinned, somewhat shakily.
"Good day. I'm The Doctor." He mock greeted, before blacking out.
"You've got to be kidding me..." The man muttered, louder than previously.