Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I'd be a millionaire. Also, I'd have my own TARDIS.
Synopsis: - Enemies from the shadows are upsetting the natural balance of the universe. The only force that can stop them is the last Time lord and his new friend.
Darkness against the Light.
Prologue – Voice fragments
Get up… Go to uni… Have lunch… Go to the library… Go home… The odd party… Go to bed… Do the same thing again the next day.
Aaron Black had to face the inevitable. He had fallen into a monotonous routine. There was no variation, no excitement. No change. This was probably a small indication of why he was standing around Roald Dahl Plass, watching a no – name band belting out power ballads with all the grace and subtlety of a constipated elephant.
"It's a change," he thought. "Not a very good one, but it's a change."
He was trying to like it. He was making every effort. This was supposed to be one of the reasons he had chosen Cardiff in the first place, along with the whole "independence" thing, and the chance to meet new people. That and the stories… oh yes, the stories.
During the past few years, Cardiff seemed to be making a name for itself. That earthquake a few years ago, those Cybermen things (even though they were everywhere), and all those sewer infestations. Of course the government tried to deny it. Kept on going on about terrorists and hallucinogens in the water supply. It was bloody obvious that it was all a cover up. Did they think that anyone would believe that? Well… probably otherwise they would have come up with a better story.
Then there was Torchwood. The worst kept secret of South Wales. Did they really think that driving round in a big black SUV with TORCHWOOD printed upon it made them inconspicuous? Their leader was such a bloody poser as well. It wasn't that Aaron didn't like Torchwood (He thought the Japanese woman on the team was cute.), it was just the fact that everything got covered up so neatly.
Aaron felt cheated. He wanted to see a bit of the excitement for himself but hadn't had any luck yet. It was like as soon as he came along; all the aliens seemed to bugger off somewhere else. Probably to Abergavenny. Typical!
It was then that Aaron heard the voices. One of them sounded oddly familiar.
"WARNING! WARNING! HULL INFRASTRUCTURE UNSTABLE! DISINTEGRATION IMMINENT! ALL CREW MEMBERS ARE TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY1"
"Commander! Report!"
"They've breeched the archives! Possessed most of the crew! The deadlock seal should slow 'em down, but I don't know for how long!"
"BOOM!"
"Damn! So much for the deadlock"
"Commander! What the hell is going on?"
"Doyle! They're krkrkkckckkccchhhh closing in! Get out of krrkrkrkkkchchhch here!"
"But…"
"Dammit Doyle! That's krrkrrkrhchchccchc an order!"
"… Yes Commander."
"krrrkrchcchchch Get to krrkrchch escape pod! Oh and Doyle."
"Commander?"
"Take care kcrhkrchkkrch of the battle plans."
"Roger that Commander!"
"krrrrrhcrhhcrchchhhh"
"Commander?"
"krrrkrchhcchh"
"Anyone?"
Silence.
Aaron snapped back to reality. "What was all that about?" he thought. He was known for being a bit of daydreamer, but this was different. The whole scenario seemed so real. So vivid. It probably wasn't so much the dialogue that disturbed him though. What disturbed him was the voice that he recognised. The one that seemed to be known as Doyle. He knew where he heard the voice. It was his own!
"Aaron Black, I think you need a holiday!" he thought to himself!
--
In the disintegrating carcass of a transport craft thousands of light years away from earth, Doyle headed for the escape pods. He stopped by the entrance to the medi –bay to catch his breath. He quickly surveyed the area for survivors.
There was nobody.
He was alone.
Then the voice emerged.
"What was all that about?" "Aaron Black, I think you need a holiday!"
The topic didn't make much sense to Doyle. Another thing didn't make sense to him. It was his voice! It was his voice but it also sounded so foreign to him. Come to think of it, who was Aaron Black? It wasn't important. He remembered his prerogative. Protect the plans at all costs. He couldn't afford a mistake. The invaders had gone through a lot of trouble to protect the plans. They had suffered many casualties. He just hoped it was worth it. The fate of a world rested in his hands.
--
The central column of the TARDIS groaned and wheezed with the characteristic sound of an asthmatic trumpeter. Walking around the focal point of his ship, the Doctor flicked a couple of switches and sighed heavily. For that moment, he really did look 903 years old.
He was on his own again.
Donna had decided to return to earth and "take another walk in the dust" as she worded it so long ago. Sarah Jane had her own life. Jack had Torchwood Three to take care of. Martha was in UNIT, thanks to his "reference". It was the least he could've done for her. Reflecting upon that, he realised that he hadn't been the most hospitable towards her. Always pushing Rose in her face.
Oh yes, Rose. Someone that helped to pull him out of his depression following the Time War. She was gone and she was never coming back. Why was he in such a state of denial about that? He had to move on.
"When did I get this morose?" he pondered. "Oh I don't know, probably when you become the last member of your race… Okay, last sane member of your race!" he quickly amended as he remembered the Master. A truly mad rival. A genius, but definitely mad. Madder than a box of bipolar snakes.
The effect of the Time war seemed to have weighed heavily upon him. Gallifrey had been annihilated. The Time Lords were gone. Romana, Drax, Cho- je. He even missed the Rani!
"Okay, that's disturbing even for me!"
The Doctor was soon broken out of his thoughts by a blinding light forming in the TARDIS. This was accompanied by a gentle ringing of chimes, and large object materialising by the column. The light was starting to die down. The Doctor looked at the object that had mysteriously appeared and was immediately dumbstruck by the site.
It was a chair. A large wicker chair.
"What?" spluttered the Doctor. "What??"
It wasn't actually the presence of the chair that forced him to say what had seemed to become a catchphrase of his (along with "Alonsy" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry). It was the person who seemed to occupy the chair. A man in white with a white hat and suit. Someone whom the Doctor was amazed to see.
"It has been a long time my friend." Said the White Guardian with a small smirk on his face.
The Doctor was bursting with possible questions to ask. However his present inability to construct a coherent sentence belied that fact. As a result he just said what he'd said twice before.
"What??"
"I see that you have lost none of your eloquence Doctor," The White Guardian joked. "I have come to see you regarding a small matter."
To all those who started to read the Axis Chronicles, let me explain. I've decided to scrap that story arc. It was ok to begin with, but it was proving too difficult to carry on from because I wanted to make this like a proper series. I'm just glad I decided now as opposed to near the end. The characters will remain the same, but the storyline will be different. Sorry to everyone who started reading. On the bright side, y'all got a brand new story to look forward to. Bye for now.