Hello, fellow fans of the Doctor! So… fifty years, eh? And next year, we're gonna get a new Doctor. Have my doubts about him, but then I felt almost the same way when Matt Smith came. However, for me, David Tennant will always be my favourite. On that note…

Couple of years ago, when I first jumped onto the Doctor Who bandwagon (or TARDIS, probably), I discovered that there were a number of books and comics that were released to coincide with the series. I now own several books of the current series thanks to Takealot and Exclusive Books (South African company), but the comics eluded me for some time. I was finally able to download the images of this comic series and I now flick through it on my computer at an almost regular basis. Despite the different illustrators for each issue, the intrigue and action of the comic allowed me to keep reading just to find out what happened next. But just recently I decided to try and see if I could make this work as a fanfiction story. So please, join me in this venture.

I would include time-placement for this, but as River Song said, "Spoilers."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Doctor Who series or this comic. They belong to their rightful owners; the BBC, IDW Publishing, etc., etc.

PART 1: AMPUTATION

Chapter 1: Fright at the Museum

I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord from Gallifrey. I'm over nine hundred years old. …And I have no idea where I am.

With a loud gasp, the Doctor sat upright and rubbed the back of his head, tousling his already scruffy hair. He then took a moment to take in his surroundings. He was sitting on the floor of a great chamber filled with cylindrical display cases, each containing an unusual item more stranger than the last. But how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was being in the TARDIS console room and now-

"Doctor! You're alive!"

He turned at that shout to find a familiar figure had entered the chamber, a concerned look on her chocolate-brown face as she ran to his side.

"Always one for the obvious statements, aren't you, Martha Jones?" the Doctor chuckled as he got to his feet. "You didn't think I was going to go and die on you or anything, did you?"

"I had wondered." Martha glanced around the room, taking in the odd displays. "Where are we? Where's the TARDIS? One minute we're there, the next – How did we get here?"

"How about I answer those in order when I found out myself, eh?" The Doctor brushed down his suit, straightened his tie and set off into the chamber. "As for the TARDIS, I'm sure she's around here somewhere. We just need to take a look about."

"You want to go looking around a strange museum?"

"What else are museums for? Well, apart from fighting Moroks, hiding from pepper pots, and waking mummies, that is." The Doctor gave her a lopsided grin. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

Martha didn't look too pleased as she followed him. "You're not filling me full of hope here, Doctor. How do we-"

Suddenly the Doctor stopped and Martha bumped into his back, but he hardly noticed as he stared at a large golden disc marked with a strange swirly pattern. "Hold on a mo! That's the Seal of Rassilon!"

Martha frowned. "The what of who?"

"Rassilon! The first of the Time Lords! Discovered time travel, had a fondness for onions, I met him a couple of times. Bit of a dodgy beard, though." His grin then faded as he put on his thick-rimmed glasses and examined the seal. "But this shouldn't be here. It can't be here. Gallifrey was destroyed in the Time War with the Daleks. Everything was destroyed."

He then turned and ran towards two other exhibits; a large axe and a long armoured tail. "And that's not the only thing that shouldn't be here! Over here's a Vardon's axe, and beside that's a Sluggerlug's tail! There's about a million years between them. Well, maybe a hundred thousand or so."

"I really don't like this." Martha grabbed the Doctor's arm. "We should get out of here as quickly as possible."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he agreed, rummaging through his jacket pockets as they set off again. "All we need to do is modulate the frequency of my TARDIS key through the sonic screwdriver and-" He stopped talking and frowned. "That's odd. I seem to have misplaced it somewhere. Have you got your key?"

"No, Doctor," Martha replied, shaking her head. "You borrowed it off me the last time you forgot your key – and you never gave it back."

"Ah, well. Key or no key, I'm sure the TARDIS will find her way back to us eventually-" Something caught his eye and he turned round… and gasped in amazement. "No! I don't believe it!"

He ran and knelt down next to a case containing an odd-looking helmet with what looked like a targeting scope above its visor. "It's a Voord helmet! The good old Voord! Well, the evil old Voord, really. They did try to kill me, I suppose… but I haven't seen one of those since I was an old man!"

"Since you were an old-" Martha broke with a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Oh, let me guess. 'Timey-wimey' stuff, right?"

"Yeah, best not to think about it." He then got up and took off his glasses. "You know, whoever set this place up must be a time traveler. Nobody else could gather such a collection – well, apart from me, of course, and I do love my souvenirs. I wonder if there's anything of mine here-"

"Doctor!" Martha interrupted, tapping him on his shoulder. As he turned, she pointed over his shoulder. "I think we can safely say that there is, don't you?"

The Doctor turned and saw a large doorway standing at the end of the chamber, leading into a circular room. Above it was a sign reading THE EXHIBITION OF THE DOCTOR. Cautiously, they stepped into the room… and what they saw inside made the Doctor's hearts freeze.

"No," he breathed, his eyes widened in disbelief. "No, no, no. This can't be!"

Martha stared around the room in confusion. "I've only seen your wardrobe a couple of times, but I've seen some of these clothes before!"

Before them, standing upright in a semi-circle despite a lack of mannikins, nine sets of clothes were waiting, lit up by bright lights built into the ceiling. Each set was different from the next; some had hats, some didn't; some had ties or cravats, some didn't, one even had a ridiculously long scarf; some were black or gray, others were more brightly colored. In front of each suit, an object hovered over a small pedestal; a walking stick, a recorder, a set of keys, a small paper bag, a ball, a brooch, an umbrella, a cravat and a leather wallet.

To Martha, these clothes and items didn't seem extraordinary, but to the Doctor, they were hauntingly familiar… because these clothes looked exactly like the ones he'd worn in his past lives!

And here the mystery grows.