Chapter 1 : Gregorson the Tradesman
I loved her. My mother told me never to associate myself with a Timelord. But what could I do? I believe in destiny, and I believed in Gallifrey. Anyone who ever saw the place could see far more beauty than corruption.
The architecture, the way the suns sparkled through the citadels, built to catch their very rays and harness them for power, was extraordinary.
The game of chess, created from the mind of an ingenious Timelord: It was a perfect balance of warfare, strategy, and fun.
The women and children who played there were lovely. How they smiled, who precious was a moment with any of them. And so, in my business of interstellar trading, I met my wife. Once a Timelord is married, they make a vow never to change genders so long as their counterpart remains alive. I hoped she would never regenerate. She was beautiful and wonderful and kind and honest exactly the way she was. She took the name "The Huntress," for her love of the wild, but as he husband, I got to know her real name: Dhelth'deila'lagne.
I never thought her fate could be anything worse than regeneration. I was wrong.
I, a human, had a job. I had to support my family, and my wonderful Gallifreyan wife. So off I went, trading, gaining what earnings I could. I bumped into the tradesman Solomon a few times. He's a tricky one. You need to watch him every second, or he'll slight you and everything you own will disappear in a second.
A good man, Solomon. He had these two irritatingly polite robots. As he aged, he got more bitter, but the robots always liked me. "Don't mind him. He's always shouting at us."
"He didn't use to shout at us."
"What would you know? I have the better memory chip, remember?"
"You did, before Master switched them."
"Did he? I cannot remember."
I loved those guys. I was going to rendezvous with his trade ship one last time before I went back to Gallifrey, to my new home. But instead of seeing his familiar, dark grey vessel, I found wreckage; smashed, electrically charged chunks of space ship tumbling around in the cold space. This was Solomon's ship. His fate had finally caught up to him.
The guy was creepy, don't get me wrong. All the same, my throat choked up. He was my friend.
I was about to move on, when something caught my eye; it looked like a body, yet larger, metallic, and with lights: One of Solomon's robots. Pulling in wreckage in space is tricky, but I am an excellent pilot, to put it modestly. I pulled over the top of the floating robot corpse, and activated my tractor beam. While many might anchor their ship and wait for the package to enter, I gently reversed the ship such that the robot eased nicely through the bay doors. This trick decreases the impact when the package hits the floor of the ship's bay.
I got out of my seat and went down to examine my prize.
"Nefertitititititi! Nefertitititititi! She was beautiful! But where did she go? Why did she leave? I thought she and I were just becoming friends."
"Hello, old friend," I announced myself.
"Wha- Oh! Hello, Gregorson!"
"What happened? What happened to Solomon and your ship?"
"It was that bloke; That bloke with the bow-tie."
"What bloke?"
"The Doctor. That was his name, The Doctor."
"Just the Doctor?"
"Yes. Just The Doctor."
"Okay, fine but… Doctor Who?"