The Doctor that Never Happened

by NebStorm

The Doctor had woke up just after regenerating. He was in a pile of rubble from a house and he had no Idea who he was or what was he even doing. He decided it was time to get answers, answers about who killed him before, who was in charge, who is he really aside from the Doctor, what does he like and dislike, and most importantly, why isn't he the blonde guy with a bow tie. OC DR

1. Chapter 1 Just Waking Up

Neb: I do not own Doctor Who

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Doctor's POV

I pulled myself from under the rubble. "Wrecked Rubbish Rubble," I thought. I clearly wasn't thinking straight, for I just regenerated. I looked in a puddle of water and glanced at myself for a second. "Regeneration?" Why did I feel like the man I was starring at wasn't me, who the hell am I anyway. All I can remember was a time vortex, a cocoon of some sort, some weirdo running his mouth about the mystic law or something like that.

Magic is rubbish, wait why do I think that way. I look closer in the water unable to make out much from my appearance. It was dark out, except for the full moon, the few lamps from the broken building that still worked, and that messed up stick that was glowing and making a god awful noise under the rock. Wait a minute, I love that noise. "Why do I love that noise, oh never mind that."

I grabbed the stick like object and pulled it out from under the rock. It was broken, wait no... yea it's broken. Why can't I think straight. Ok, I need to fix it. I crawl in the rubble and start digging out things. A playing card, two pens, a paint set where red and purple are the only colors of choice, you know what, red is my only color of choice, purple gives me a sickening feeling, why does it do that? "I'm a weirdo, but that is OK, because a weirdo is anything but boring, right?" I pull black tape out of the rubble next and decided that was all I really needed for now. I took the two pens and pulled one of the bottom ends off. I look at the button on my screwdriver, I think that is what it is. I start pushing it over and over until I realized what the problem was, my finger was being pinched by the cracks in the screwdriver and the button was so tiny, I had a larger button that pushed that one before, but I don't recall what it looked like or where it went. I look at the two pins and get a feel for them. I like the curve on the bottom of one of them, so I decided to use that one. I tape up my screwdriver and attach the curved bottom part of the pen, can't even think of what that is called if it is called anything. I attach that over the button. I take the playing card and looked back at my screwdriver, the current crystal that was in it was exposed. I needed to cover it with something, so I rolled up the playing card and taped it, so it wouldn't unroll itself. I placed that over my power source and smiled. That makes that less exposed, but what do I do about the card crunching up. I unscrew my last pen and stick it right through the playing card, that will keep it from crunching up.

"Excellent!" I look at the red paint and looked at the scratched up screwdriver top and decided I should just paint over that. I take one of the brushes from my set and start working at it. "Good as new,no not." Who keeps talking to me! I looked around. I was angry now, why was I angry. I was talking to myself obviously, no one else was there. I looked around and grabbed one of the lamps and smiled. "I'll change out my crystal for another color, some other time. Guess my crystal is blue right now though, not sure why, but it is."

I point my screwdriver in the air and grin as I point to the lamps. I press the screw driver, now not pinching me until the lights brighten and some of the ones that were off turned on. I looked at my white skin. "One of these days, I'll be a black man," I hoped. I start walking towards a broken mirror and see my long black hair, my kind of well toned body, not quite, got a little bit of a round thing going on with my stomach area, but I don't really care that much. My eyes were two different colors for some reason, one green hazel, the other one light sky blueish. My ears were fairly normal sized, not too big, not too small, not two obnoxious. I like them, they seem kind of bland, but I like them. The brown clothes I am wearing are all muddy, and torn, I'll have to change that. I decided I'll walk to a nearby house and take some clothes, but then I see it. My destiny in front of me. The blue box was just sitting there. I grin as I snap my finger opening the door and I walked in before closing it behind me. "Awesome!"