A/N: This story's earlier chapters are going to get touched up a little bit to try and make them better.

Chapter One: The Time Lord at the Pole

There was a whooshing noise as a brown wardrobe landed on the icy plains of the South Pole. Inside, the Time Lord Saltrallosimozonyith, or Saltrall, was putting on the finishing touches of his landing. He pulled up a monitor to check where he was to properly disguise his craft.

"That's odd," he said, pushing the monitor down. He went over and opened the door to see for himself.

"Huh, I don't remember Ochion being so... white," he said to himself as he closed the door and went back inside. He sighed and stepped back and looked at a thermometer.

"Or cold for that matter..." he said, "This can't be right, 15 degrees Fahrenheit?"

he pulled up the monitor again to check his location, only to find that he was on Earth.

"Well, that's just... wrong," he mumbled, tapping on the glass surrounding the TARDIS' compass, "I really gotta fix this damn compass."

He double checked some sensors to make sure that he was really on Earth. When he resigned himself to the fact that, yes, he was on Earth he sighed.

"And that's why you don't take a nap while the TARDIS is on auto-pilot, Saltrall," he scolded himself as he pushed the monitor away and smacked himself lightly.

He decided he should grab a coat before heading out,and after he did that he set the TARDIS to camouflage as an iceberg, and stepped outside.

He stepped out and locked the door behind him before looking at his craft. His attention was quickly brought to a long scorch mark along the right side of the ship.

"Um, hello, you weren't here when I took off," he said as he walked around and looked at it. He tilted his head in confusion and ran a finger along it.

He looked at it and licked his finger delicately before his face contorted into a disgusted grimace and he spit onto the ice.

"Aw Christ, that is definitely meteor debris," he said, still trying to get the taste of nickel out of his mouth. Once he felt like he got it all he ran his finger over the large mark again.

"But the real questions now are, why the hell didn't the shields stop you from hitting me, why didn't the alarms wake me up, and how the hell did you knock me so far off course?"

He sighed and wiped his finger off on his pant leg before going around to the front of his ship only to be met by an angry looking teenage girl.

"Um, hello," he said, confused and looking down at her.

"Who the heck are you, and why did you just step out of an iceberg?" The girl asked accusingly, narrowing her eyes.

"Um, science," Saltrall replied, looking over his shoulder at his damaged spacecraft, "a better question is why the hell are there people living at the South Pole?" He asked, looking back towards the girl.

"I live here, with the Southern Water Tribe, what the hell are you doing here?" she asked taking a step towards him, causing him to back up and silently pull out his Sonic Screwdriver.

"Look, the Earth I know, has a couple of research facilities on the South Pole, not a whole nomadic tribe!" He shouted.

The girl must have been offended, as her expression turned fierce and a pillar of water appeared to her left.

"I'll show you a nomadic tribe asshole!" She shouted, forcing the water at the Time Lord.

"Uh oh," he said softly as he reached into his pocket. Out of self-defense he pulled out his Sonic, pointed it at her, and pressed the button. It began to whir and glow green, causing the water to drop and dissipate over the snow, he then waved it in front of her arms and legs, immobilizing her.

"Hey, what did you do?!" She asked angrily, trying to move but finding herself paralyzed.

Saltrall walked up to her with his Sonic at his side.

"Sonic paralysis, I just froze your nerves to keep you from moving," he raised the Sonic and began to scan her, a small tinge of annoyance in his voice, "Don't worry, nothing permanent, just need you to stop trying to kill for two seconds,"

He flicked his wrist and the screwdriver opened at the top and he looked at the display on it.

"No, that can't be right," he whispered, turning away from her, he slapped his Screwdriver, "that can't be right at all,"

"What, never seen a waterbender before?" The girl asked him, smugly from behind his back.

He whirled around, "Waterbender?" He asked, amazed.

"Yeah, a waterbender, where the hell have you been?"

"Well, to be honest Velzia 5, stopping a Cyberman invasion, and now I'm supposed to be on Ochion relaxing, but I'm not so sure where I am now," he said as he walked over and picked her up, even though she was still in her bending pose.

"HEY! Put me down!" She shouted, trying to struggle but failing.

"Oh, calm down, will you? I just need to take you back to my iceberg for a couple of minutes," he replied before he shook his head at how stupid that sounded as he unlocked and opened the door to his TARDIS.

"Whoa, what is this place?" The girl asked with amazement as he set her down. She looked around as best she could since her neck hadn't been paralyzed.

Saltrall sighed before answering, "Well, guess I need to tell you. My name is Saltrallosimozonyith, I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, in the constellation Kasterborous, at galactic coordinates ten zero eleven zero zero by zero-two from galactic zero centre, I'm 396 years old,"

He paused, "No, wait, I'm 609 years old," He said, furrowing his brow as he thought before he turned and looked back at Korra.

"Anyway, to answer your immediate question, this is my TARDIS, it's my ship, I guess you could say, but that isn't important I'm not supposed to be here."

"Then, what are you doing here?" The girl asked, slightly scared.

"I don't know! If I knew I would've left already!" Saltrall shouted before he took a deep breath and calmed himself down, "look, I'm sorry for kidnapping you, but I really need some answers. I'm trapped in a place with no knowledge of anything around me, but, let's just start with some simple questions," he said, sitting down on the arm of his couch, facing Korra, "What's your name, kid?"

"My name's Korra," she said, her voice was uncertain and he knew it was because she didn't trust him, "now Saltrallosimgoliath, or whatever your name is, what do you want to know?"

"Just call me Saltrall, it's easier" he said, "now, where am I?"

"The South Pole,"

"What year is it?"

"169 AG,"

"Alright," he said, nodding to not let his confusion show, "thank you. Now, I'm going to let you go, but before I do, know this: I can do a lot worse things than just freeze your limbs with this," he said, as he held up his Screwdriver, "So don't do anything stupid around me, alright?"

Korra just laughed, clearly skeptical, "Uh huh, sure you can," she said.

Saltrall sighed, and went over to his fridge and pulled out a melon.

"See this melon?" He asked, showing her. She nodded and he flicked his wrist, opening his Sonic Screwdriver before placing it the melon and pressing the button, letting it buzz for a couple seconds before the melon exploded. This time it was Saltrall's turn to laugh at the horrified expression on her face.

"Relax, I wouldn't use it on you," he said, shaking off his hand and closing his tool of trade, "you got guts, attacking a random stranger you just met, I like that."

Korra tried to calm herself down and just nodded slowly, obviously barely paying attention, staring at the remnants of the melon in his hand.

He pointed his screwdriver at her and pressed the button on the side, finally freeing Korra from her frozen position.

"Now please, go home and don't look for me, don't ask about me, heck, try not to think about me, okay? If I need you, I'll look for you," he said as she rubbed her wrists and looked around making sure everything worked.

"Y-yeah, sure, of course," she stuttered out before turning and running out of the TARDIS, leaving the door open behind her as she ran back out into the cold.

Saltrall walked over and stood in the doorway, smiling as he watched her run. He knew it was a dick move, but to be fair, she did attack first, and he meant what he said, he had no intention of using it on her. There was something... Special about her, he could feel it, he just didn't know what it was yet.

Eventually he went and sat down at the console of his TARDIS and ran his hand through his hair.

"Guess it's time to do some research," he muttered to himself, cracking his knuckles before pulling up a keyboard and his monitor.