Hey guys, I'm here with what is officially my twenty fifth story. I've been a Dr. Who fan for a very long time, and I thought I'd give this crossover a try.

I do not own Dr. Who or Legend of Korra in any way shape or form.

All his life, Ben Jenkins had been a tinkerer of sorts. Locks, computers, kitchen appliances, he was always taking things apart to see how they worked. If he wasn't taking something apart to see how it worked, he was doing it to put something brand new together. That was his true passion in life. To build, to create.

Of course, if you looked at his current path in life, you wouldn't have guessed any of this in the slightest. The black haired, green eyed twenty two year old had been forced to drop out of college when the economy had tanked. He'd gotten a job at his home town's steel mill, but after two weeks that was claimed as well. Now he was stuck delivering pizzas, praying his next paycheck would contain enough for him to pay this month's rent.

He didn't bother asking his parents for help. They were suffering just as much as he was thanks to the economic state of things. Besides, his pride refused to let him go crawling back and asking for help until he had reached absolute rock bottom. So here he was, on his back and covered with grease while he wrapped a few wires together underneath the pizza restaurant's large oven.

Sweat poured down his face as he did his work, a pair of pliers clenched in his teeth. Anyone who looked in on his current position would have thought he was the hero out of an action movie, racing to defuse a bomb. He did his work like a professional, his skinny fingers twisting the wires about with skilled, practiced ease.

"Jenkins, what are you doing under there?" his boss barked, leaning down to see what the young man was doing.

"Coil three went out again," he replied, his words slightly garbled around the pliers in his mouth.

"Damnit. I'll have to get that looked at. Alright, hurry it up. We got a delivery going out," his boss said before strolling off. Ben spat the pliers out and let them fall onto his chest. He absolutely hated it when someone tried to rush him.

'Finish what you started, don't leave anything half assed.' He ignored the whisper in his mind like he always did. Hearing voices was a sure fire sign that you were crazy. Backlogging them only made things worse. Still, the low male whisper that always appeared at the back of his mind had yet to lead him astray. If anything, it had done nothing but give helpful advice since it had first appeared a few years ago.

Finishing up what he was doing, Ben pushed himself out from under the oven and brushed himself off. He quickly checked over the delivery before gathering up the pizza and taking it to his car. Shivering against the evening chill, he climbed into the cheep rust bucket he tried to pass off as a car, only for it to give a sluggish turn over when he turned the key.

'The engine isn't getting enough fuel for a proper start up.'

"Yeah, like that's the only thing wrong with this hunk of junk," he muttered in response to the voice.

'So, you finally acknowledge the fact that I exist.' Ben blinked in surprise. The voice was talking back now. It was official, he was going crazy.

'You're not going crazy. You've just finally opened your mind enough to begin to accept things you wouldn't have normally thought possible.'

"I'm having a conversation with a voice in my head, that's the basic definition of crazy," he said out loud.

"I'm not in your head. Well, technically I am, but I'm not speaking to you from inside.'

"Then who are you? Where are you?" Ben asked as he sat back in the seat. All thoughts about making the delivery were long gone.

'Here.' The voice whispered, and Ben's eye was drawn to his wrist. A watch rested there, a round silver thing with no markings, bound to the inside of his left wrist by a simple leather strap. It was an odd thing for him to wear, given his age, the smart phone in his pocket, and the fact that he wasn't a hipster. The old thing had belonged to his dad, and his grandfather before him. It had been broken for years, but Ben had worn it out of centmental value.

"The watch?"

'That's it.'

"But…it's broken. Has been for years."

'Is it?' Ben paused as he listened to the voice. Despite having it on or near him at all times, he couldn't actually remember a time when he had checked to see if the watch worked or not. Now curiosity had him in it's grasp as he slowly raised his right hand toward the plain silver lid.

'That's it, open it. Let me remind you of a universe beyond pizza delivery.' With that, the young man opened the watch. The car was filled with a brilliant golden light, and the human known as Ben Jenkins was no more.

He sat in the big old leather chair inside the antique shop, watching, waiting for the arrival he was sure was coming. The shop was closed, and it was nighttime out with the light from the street lamps shining inside. Not that he cared. He was tired, and he was waiting.

Blasted humans, always screwing things up. He'd tried to help them, give them a nudge in the right direction by introducing some new technology to a small group of them. But, as usual, someone with too much curiosity and not enough brains had gotten involved. Now everyone involved was dead, and here he sat, waiting.

Finally, the man he had been waiting for arrived. He wore a long brown trench coat over a blue suit. Greased dark hair rested atop his head as he entered the shop with a stony gaze and his hands in his pockets. He regarded the newcomer with a tired interest, as a lazy king might gaze upon a peasant in his court. The man strode across the shop to him before coming to a halt a few feet away.

"You're a hard man to track down, Alpha Sigma," the man said. Without changing his posture, the seated man, whom appeared to be younger, rolled his eyes.

"I call you by your chosen name, Doctor. It's only fair that you call me by mine," he replied. The Doctor swallowed and was silent for a moment.

"You're a hard man to track down, Architect," he said. The seated young man gave a ghost of a smile at that.

"I didn't try running that hard. What's the point in tiring myself out when it's YOU of all people chasing me," the Architect said.

"You've gone this long without me noticing you," the Doctor pointed out.

"Oh please. My first attempt to make some cash got me caught, it's not like I'm some mastermind at hiding," he said. The Doctor gave him a pointed look.

"You know what I mean," he said. The Architect seemed to squirm under his gaze.

"I wasn't there, at the end, alright? I know, I missed out."

"You ran," the Doctor said. It wasn't a question, it wasn't an accusation, just a statement of fact.

"Of course I ran. The Dalaks had broken through the defenses and were coming down on Gallifrey. There was only one thing left in the Vault, and it didn't take a genus to see that sooner or later someone was going to get desperate enough to use it. Which apparently, someone did," he said, giving the Doctor a look on the last part.

"I had no choice," the Doctor said as he looked away, more so to himself then to anyone around him.

"Ten million ships in the sky. The whole planet below. No, I don't suppose you did. But you're not here to talk about home, are you," he said.

"You tried selling twenty seventh century technology in the twenty first. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I was alone out here and was going to need currency to survive," the Architect defended.

"While running the risk of destabilizing the whole planet and throwing the entire timeline of the human race off course?"

"It was a hair drier for Christ's sake. By the time they realized what they had I would have been paid and long gone."

"Oh really, just a hair drier? What were you gonna do next? Introduce a telly in the Dark Ages? How about a pair of walkie talkies to Napoleon?"

"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you."

"You broke the laws of time, Architect," the Doctor said pointedly.

"There's no one left to enforce those laws, Doctor," he replied.

"There is me."

"Yeah. I suppose you're right there. So what are you gonna do? Execute me?"

"We're the only Time Lords left. I'm going to put you some place I can easily find you," the Doctor said. The Architect couldn't help but frown. He did not like where this was going.

"Exile, you're marooning me on a backwater planet, for a hair drier?!" the Architect screamed at the screen which rested on the console of his TARDIS. The control room was fairly simplistic in it's design. An elevated catwalk circled the central control panel. A single glass shaft with several interconnected rods rose from the console to the ceiling above. A few chairs which looked like they had been snatched from an airliner were scattered around the console.

The console itself was a disorganized collection of junk. Valves that looked like they had been stolen from a hardware store's pluming department, levers that looked like they came from the cab of a steam engine, a keyboard that seemed to have been ripped from a Windows 98 computer, and a flat screen computer monitor that had been slapped on the side of the column all made up the thing. In general it looked like it had all been welded together by an insane junk collector.

"I told you I need to keep an eye on you. And this seems like the perfect place to do it. Advanced enough that you'll be comfortable, but primitive enough that you can't whip anything up and cause trouble." The Architect was about to make a retort when a shower of sparks suddenly erupted from the console. Everything shook violently as his craft made a deep shuttering noise. He grabbed the screen and looked over the readout written there in circular Gallifreyan.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm locking down the controls of your TARDIS so you can't leave." More sparks, and an even more violent earthquake followed.

"Stop it, you're hurting her!" he screamed, feeling panic and fear in his hearts for his beloved machine.

"I'm sorry, but this is the only way to be sure." Another shift sent him flying backwards into one of the chairs. He held on as the machine gave out a loud grown, followed by yet another shower of sparks. Defiance suddenly filled his green eyes and he surged to his feet. Reaching into his pants pocket, he produced a simple black ballpoint pin. He pointed the rounded end at the console and pushed down on the clip that would have been used to hold the pen to a clipboard or a shirt pocket.

A buzzing noise filled the air as the pen's end lit up with a brilliant neon green. The Doctor may have been forcing this exile on him, but that didn't mean he had to take it laying down. He could and he would fight back, if only to save him some time on repairs he would no doubt have to make later. Sure enough, the violent shaking and spark throwing lessened, but only slightly.

Putting his sonic pen away, the Architect stumbled back to the controls and looked at the monitor. The spinning motion on the screen almost made him queasy with motion sickness. He watched, as all the readings indicated that he was falling uncontrollably toward a planet's surface. Turning a few valves and throwing a switch, he looked up at the pistoning columns in hopes that he would have a stable landing.

Instead, he was rewarded with everything suddenly falling toward one side of the room. It was only by sheer luck that he managed to grab ahold of the monitor and hang on for dear life. At first, he thought that the Doctor had gone so far as to disable his ship's gravity. However a quick look had him realizing that it had in fact rolled over during it's free fall, and due to reduced power the gravity was beginning to fail on it's own.

"I just want you to know," he said to the monitor as he stretched out a hand toward a lever, "You're a massive prick." With that, he managed to throw the switch before the ship shook again. He lost his grip, and was sent plunging into the lower decks, a yell on his lips as he went.

Seventeen year old Suyin Beifong kicked a stone into a tree as she walked. Her hands were stuffed into her pockets and her lips were firmly pressed together. The young woman was frustrated, and incredibly so. She'd just had another spat with her grandparents, and had slipped over the Estate wall in order to go for a walk to calm down.

Su had been sent here to live with her grandparents a year earlier, after an incident with the Terra Triad in Republic City had gone wrong and she had been arrested. Given the family wealth, Su had initially thought that this was going to be the equivalent of a lavish vacation. In reality, she found it to be more of a prison. She was never allowed outside of the Estate, allowed no friends, and was being taught a strict upper class set of behaviors.

So, on nights like tonight, she would slip over the wall, if anything to remind herself that there was still a world out there. Soon, she'd be old enough to strike out on her own, and then she'd be free to do what she wanted. No more stuffy dinner parties, no more family interference. But, that time had yet to come. So here she was, walking by the light of the full moon through the woods, kicking random stones as she went.

Suddenly, a fireball sailed overhead, smashing through the tree tops before crashing down over a nearby ridge. Su ducked, covering her head as burning sticks and splinters rained down around her. Looking up, she was greeted with an orange glow coming from over the rise, blocking out the silver light of the moon. Without a second thought, she took off up the ridge, eager to see what had come down.

Several of the trees were on fire, as was the grass and underbrush. In the middle of it all was a long trail of dirt that had been churned upward. At the end of the trail, instead of a red hot glowing hunk of space rock like she had expected, there was a rather large wardrobe laying on it's side.

It appeared to be aged, but well maintained, made of a finely oiled wood, likely oak. Su had seen several like these back at the Estate. Large enough for someone to walk into comfortably, and therefor hold tons of clothing. What held the young woman's interest was the fact that this thing was fully intact and didn't seem to have a scratch or a burn mark on it.

The impact alone should have splintered it into a million pieces, and if not, then the flames should have either incinerated it or turned it into a glowing bonfire by now. But, there it lay on it's side, like someone had just thrown it out and walked away.

Su slowly approached the wardrobe, avoiding the burning patches of grass and brush as she went. Her seismic sense didn't tell her if there was anything usual about it. Granted, it couldn't see beyond wood. But it didn't seem to weigh anymore then it should, and it wasn't giving off any unusual noises or vibrations.

At least, that's what she thought at first. As she got closer, she realized that she could both hear and feel the wardrobe giving off several noises and vibrations. The noises sounded metallic in nature, like the internal groaning one would expect to find in the bowels of a ship or a submarine. Suddenly the doors burst open, and a cloud of steam went skyward. Amber colored artificial light poured from inside the wardrobe, although from her angle, Su couldn't actually see inside.

A grappling hook sailed from inside the wardrobe before landing in the dirt. It skidded along the ground, being dragged back to it's point of origin before catching onto the wooden side. Firmly secure in place, the rope attached to the hook went taught, and the sounds of grunting a came from within. After a few moments, one hand appeared on the edge of the wardrobe, followed closely by a second. One of the hands appeared to have a streak of crimson on it, but in the light it was hard to tell.

A young man, to which the pair of hands belonged to, appeared over the side wardrobe and rolled down the open door on the ground. He was dressed strangely, a pair of blue jeans, a jacket with what appeared to be a camouflage pattern on it, and a pair of worn down work boots. Her observations didn't go much further then that as she realized that he was hurt.

He was clutching his side and groaning. Su realized that the red she had seen on his hand was blood from him trying to stop the bleeding. Looking down at his side, his face scrunched up in annoyed confusion.

"How did I miss that?" he asked himself. The young woman watched with horror as he pulled a rather large butcher's knife from his side, letting out a gasp of pain before he tossed it away into the night.

"Are you alright?" Su asked. He jumped at the sound of the new voice, but didn't go very far as he was still clutching his side.

"Oh, a local, hello! Yes, just a little disagreement with the kitchen is all," he replied.

"The kitchen?"

"Yeah, gravity stabilizers went out and I had a fall all the way down to kitchen. It's actually really painful to climb when you've been stabbed by steak knives," he said, patting the grappling hook tiredly. Su looked back and forth between him, the hook, and the wardrobe.

"You had mountain climbing gear in your kitchen?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, never know when you want to have an omelet with Tibetan monks." The teenager shook her head, not even attempting to understand what he was saying.

"Who are you?" she asked, rapidly getting the impression that this guy was full on insane.

"Oh! Introductions, right, sorry, I'm the Architect," he said, holding out a blood strained hand to shake. Su took a few steps backwards at that, causing the Architect to look down at his palm and realize his mistake. He tried to wipe his hand off on his shirt and jacket, but only succeeded in smearing red over the greens and browns.

"The Architect?" she questioned with an eyebrow raised.

"Yep."

"Just that? Just 'The Architect'?"

"That's right. And you are?"

"Suyin, or Su if you prefer," she replied.

"Nice to meet you, Su," the Architect said before he fell back against the wardrobe. Slinging his free arm over edge of the doors, he peered down into the container. It was at this moment that Su realized that he was way more injured then he had initially let on. His clothes were torn in several places, and patches of red were beginning to form where there was severe bleeding.

"Are you sure you don't need to see a healer or something?" she asked. The Architect looked away from what he was looking at and peered down at his clothing.

"Ah, nothing to worry about. Everything I need is in here," he said, patting the side of the wardrobe fondly.

"What are you going to do, change your clothes?" He frowned at her words before leaning back to get a better look at the wardrobe he was leaning on. Taking a few steps backwards, his face went from frown to full on scowl.

"That son of a…he locked the chameleon circuits too. Took me six months to fix it last time, I'm going to kick his ass," he fumed, mainly to himself. Su's head was spinning. This guy was insane, he had to be. Or he was severely delirious from blood loss. Still, none of that explained the piece of furniture that had fallen out of the sky.

The Architect suddenly lost his balance and fell against the wardrobe again with a tired groan. Su started forward to help him, but he held up a hand, telling her to stay back.

"We really should get you to a healer," she said.

"I told you, everything I need is right here," he replied before letting out a gasp of pain. His body jerked in response, and he fell to the ground.

"I really think…"

"It's too late for a healer anyway, that last knife got my kidney. I'm bleeding out, both inside and out," he said.

"Listen, I'm an earthbender, I can get you back to town really quickly," she said, trying to convince him to let her help. However, he simply held up his hands, his palms facing her.

"Too late for that, it's already started," he said. Before she could ask what he meant, a faint golden glow appeared around his hands. The glow slowly worked it's way up to his head, covering his face as he slowly raised himself to his feet.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"Been a while since I've done this. Only done it a couple of times before. I hope I get something decent this time," he said to himself before looking her dead in the eye, "you might want to stand back." Suddenly his face and hands flared with what Su could only describe as fountains of golden, liquid fire. She scrambled backwards, wondering what kind of firebending this was. The process was beautiful, yet violent.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the light stopped. The Architect shook his head, only, it wasn't the Architect. He was still wearing the same blood stained clothes, but it was an entirely different man. The new man standing before her had flame red hair, the same color as a shiny new penny.

His eyes were an icy blue color, and his face was slim and weathered. His overall body was broader then it had been before, making the clothes he was wearing seem to be about a size too small. He didn't appear much older then before, about early to mid twenties, and he was built like he worked out somewhat regularly.

"Right, sorry about that. Where was…" he paused with a frown on his face. His voice was about an octave higher then it use to be. Su watched, her mouth hanging open as he ran his tongue over his teeth inside his mouth.

"Mmm. Fillings are gone. That's going to take some getting use to. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, passing out," he said. With that, he dropped to the ground like a stone. Su looked around her, as if expecting someone to come stepping out of the night and tell her it was all a hoax or something. No one came. The small dying fires crackled, the wooden wardrobe was still strangely giving off metallic noises, but other then that the night was calm and quiet.

Something told her that she needed to walk away. Just turn around and head back to the Estate, pretend that she saw absolutely nothing tonight and keep her head down. But that wasn't what she listened to. Su was curious, and she was seeking adventure. That same gut feeling that told her to walk away also told her she could probably find what she was looking for with this strange guy and his glorified dresser.

"Su, this is going to come back to bite you, hard," she said to herself as she grabbed his arms and began to drag him through the woods.

And cut. That's a wrap on the first chapter. Let me know what you guys liked or didn't like, and I'll see you all next time.