Prologue

It was an undescribable sensation, being born.

The pain, the fight to get out of the safest place in the Universe, and into the world.

Pain erupted across his tigh. Someone had slapped him. He started to cry.

Pain erupted in his being again, only this time they had cut off a strange appendage connected to his belly.

He opened his eyes. A brownish-red-maybe-ginger-haired woman with a cutting-glass voice and a warrior-like look, weary and tired but smiling in uttermost happiness was taking him into her arms, and pressing him ino her chest as tears began to fall off from her eyes.

Fleeting memories of anOther, dark haired, short-legged and mysterious, committing suicide, started burying themselves in the deepest recesses of his mind. What the heck was going on?

He felt his mother hand him to another stranger, shaven and long-faced, and very young too.

He felt a touch in his mind and immediately knew that that stranger was his father. His father pressed him to his chest like his mother had, starting to cry in happiness like she had done, but when he felt his heartbeat...it was a double heartbeat, much like his own.

But why he had felt only one heartbeat when his mother had pressed him to her chest?

He looked around in the room as his father was holding him up, and saw another stranger, dark haired, thin faced and tall, but this one was much more younger than his father, and looking at him he felt another touch in his mind. Was he his...Brother?

And then there was yet another stranger, with a hat and a question mark pullover and umbrella, really short and with an odd accent. He couldn't get very well what he was tellingg his parents, but it seemed he was telling them to name him after him, the stranger.

And then this stranger's eyes and his own eyes interlocked...and it was like looking into a mirror, into an endless story with more than the usual thirteen faces...and a name that meant "Healer" for many people but "Warrior" for many more...it was like looking into your own future...but then the stranger's eyes seemed to become galaxies, and they both began to spin and spin and spin and spin...

...He didn't know how long had passed before he regained consciousness, but what he remembered was a pair of gentle hands putting him into a machine, and the machine starting to pull at every fibre of his being, every piece of his DNA, every moment of his biodata...and he saw the weird guy, the Other guy, throwing himself into the machines as a final act of defiance against a once friend and now foe...and being reborn as him like genetically as much as he had done spiritually at the time of his womb-birth...and then there were forty-four faces laughing and sneering and prodding at him, save for his Brother, and he knew that he had just been Loomed. Born again, but already born before.

He recognized immediately-though he didn't know how-that it was the House of Lungbarrow(1) the one laughing at him, save for his Brother.

But the first thing he thought was instead a name that the stranger had whispered to him with an unreadable smile.

Doctor.

What the hell did Doctor mean?!

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Ten points to Gryffindor-if you get who the guy with the hat and question mark umbrella and pullover was.

Well, this is only the Prologue of this story, so I get It's a bit early to ask you this, folks, but please Read&Review, make me know what you think so far and if There are any specific characters you'd like to see in this story, which, mind you, It's going to span from the Doctor's childhood to his escape from Gallifrey with Susan and the adventures they had together, up to their discovery by Ian and Barbara at 76 Totter Lane on 23 November 1963, in the first ever episode of Doctor Who.

And that's all, I'll just leave you with the Whodictionary.

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(1) The House of Lungbarrow is the Doctor's House. The Great Houses are sentient houses which are grown much like TARDISes, which Loom a quota of 45 Cousins, all with 12 regenerations each (which are awakened by exposure to the Untempered Schism or the Time Vortex). Every time a Cousin dies, a new one is Loomed. The House are ruled by the Kitriarch, a sort of father or grandfather (though the "Grandfathers" are the founderas of the Houses), and the Housekeeper, a sort of mother/aunt/grandmother, who not only is bonded to the House (like the Kitriarch), but is wedded to it too. This invention was thanks to the Other, whohad already children of his own, was due to the Pythia's curse on Gallifrey, which made Time Lords unable to have children wth other Time Lords, but every familiar term except Cousin was considered from then on a terrible offense.