Year 1: The Doctor awoke. Galifrey greeted him. His home planet, he was back. The angel had transported him through into the bubble universe. He got up with a start, where was he? A street, a ruined street, rubble and death and despair everywhere.
"Think think think!" Said The Doctor. "Angels, they send you back in time, the question shouldn't be where am I it should be when am I". Time passed in the bubble universe as it did in the actual one, it must have been soon after Galifrey had been saved, otherwise the streets would have been rehabilitated… The Doctor looked at the ground, red grass, he was in a park. He looked again to find a broken street below him. He blinked, in the snow on Trenzalore.
"What is happening?" The Doctor thought out loud. "Wait, I can't cross my own time stream yet I have, I'm there somewhere on Trenzalore defending the planet and I'm here. The universe is trying to cope with 2 of me at once. No, that's silly, the angel of course! Living off potential energy, it's trying to harvest the energy from Trenzalore. Yes! The teleportation isn't complete I'm still between the two, shifting from past to present, from Galifrey to Trenzalore. Of course, I just have to give the angel a boost in power to finish what it started."
The Doctor reached into his pocket for his sonic screwdriver. Blink. Back to Trenzalore. He found it and pressed it against the area of his arm where the angel had touched him. Blink. Galifrey again. He amplified energy reception in the area. Blink Trenzalore. His sonic was heating up, he instinctively let go of it "Ah!" He exclaimed. Blink Galifrey. Blink Galifrey. He had done it, he was on Galifrey. Whereabouts was he though? He looked around. One of the many battlefields of the Time War, Dalek remains, Time Lord technology scattered across thousands of miles of red grass. The plains of Arcadia, the massive empty stretch that separated that city from the others, reduced to a wasteland. The Doctor had no time to mourn for the moment, he needed food, shelter and most of all he needed to return to Trenzalore for when he left.
"What better place to build a machine to return home than here" He said to himself, every cloud with its silver lining.
"There aren't many better places, trust him" A voice said from behind him.
The Doctor jumped.
"Don't be alarmed," The voice said, "I know who you are Doctor, the defender of this planet and the one below. It had been many years since you saved us on the last day of the Time War but time, as you know, does not always follow a straight line. The government was in ruins, chaos ruled Galifrey for an infinity, and then you came to defend us, Time locked itself to you and then the planet, days started to follow each other in a normal order. This was one year ago Doctor, you have been defending the planet for one year."
"I have been defending it for almost 90, soldier"
"Please Doctor, call me Sven. Now, let's get you home."
Year 6: Five years had passed since his arrival on Galifrey. The Doctor and Sven had made a home from broken ship parts, they scavenged for food and for the most part The Doctor was happy. Sven, he had learnt, was a pilot from the 7th platoon and had crash-landed after a Dalek ship shot him down. He seemed to want to stay put in the wasteland, not wanting to return to Arcadia to find his family dead. They followed planetary communications and order was being restored to Galifrey, the Doctor had become their symbol of hope. The defender of their way of life. Little did they know that he was amongst them. The Doctor walked home from a scavenging hunt having found some useful equipment and a bit of food. The machine was almost ready, a chair that would teleport The Doctor to the location of his sonic screwdriver, it had to be powerful enough to rip through the bubble universe and into his own. He gleefully entered his makeshift house, for the first time in a long time he was happy again. He sauntered over to the kitchen area. A note greeted him. It was Sven:
"Doctor. I'm sorry but I had to meet my family. I'll meet you in the nethersphere. –Sven".
The Doctor read and reread the note, and then he saw the hung body through the window.
"Everybody dies," said the Doctor, tears gushing down his face, and he left.
Year 83: Almost eighty years of solitude. The Doctor had met no one, his machine had been ready for over half a century he just had to wait. So he waited.
"I am the survivor," He said, talking to the people he saw in his head. "Clara, I am the survivor, I always survive but I never win. No more Clara. I will not survive Trenzalore, I will be forever slowly dying". He waited for the day that he had been forced to leave Trenzalore, he would know when that day came, we could feel it approaching. When that day came he activated the machine, no words, no happiness, no sorrow. War and suffering and pain had removed all emotion from The Doctor, he was a shadow of the man he had once been. The machine worked, he returned to the town and nobody knew any better. They didn't see the suffering in the Doctor's eyes, they only saw their warrior, their god…