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"Earth. I thought I'd never get done saving you," he said with a cold laugh as he watched the planet burning. The Time Lord that was once called the Doctor leaned on the open door of his TARDIS as it hovered over the planet he destroyed. The planet he loved long ago, before his hearts had turned to ice.

His brown hair that was once worn in a stylish quiff was uncombed. He'd traded his bow tie and tweed suit for a black jumper, black trousers and dark wool coat. His once green eyes now had an unnatural yellow glow.

The former Doctor spun around and shut the TARDIS doors and sauntered back to the console. The console room was now dim and bare, a shell of what it once was. In his desolate mind he heard the TARDIS groaning due to the massive spacial and temporal distortions in this universe caused by the destruction of Earth before its time.

"Now, now, Old Girl, do not fight me," he said in a sing-song voice before adding in a much more ominous tone, "Don't even think you are capable of that. We're just getting started." The Time Lord walked around the console, flipping switches and pushing buttons with flourish. "Every planet that has ever resisted me, attacked me, or...annoyed me will be destroyed. All other's will bow to me without question, without resistance as their benevolent ruler."

Staring darkly at the scanner, he said, "I am the Last Time Lord. All of time and space-are mine to rule. They will bend to my will. I am the Victorious."

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In a different universe, below the glass floor of the console room, the eleventh Doctor was happily doing some (unnecessary) tinkering with the wiring. He was rather enjoying the loud music and the playful voices of his two best friends coming from the brightly lit console room above the floor. They were playing darts, a game he'd accidentally invented in the 1870's. That was a day and a half, he thought.

Just above the Doctor, there were clothes and bits of rubbish strewn about the console room. A tell tale sign that the TARDIS had turned domestic. His ninth self would be horrified.

"You, Mr Pond are rubbish at darts," Amy Pond teased.

"You, Mrs Pond are not properly keeping score," Rory said in mock defense.

The fiery ginger shot back at her husband, "Are you implying that I am cheating?"

"No, I am directly stating that you are cheating." Rory replied in his usual deadpan way.

"Right. Did you not miss the dart board earlier and send your dart flying down the corridor?"

"Equipment malfunction," Rory answered in exasperation.

Amy laughed. "I'll show you how it's done, p-pro-proper..."

"Amy? Amy what's wrong?"

The Doctor started when Rory's tone switched from mirth to concern. He accidentally dropped a wire coupling, sending sparks flying in his direction. After blurting out a word that the TARDIS wouldn't translate, the Doctor ran up to the console room to find Amy sitting on a jump seat looking stunned.

"Amelia?" The Doctor said as he approached her slowly. "Are you alright?"

Amy turned her eyes onto the Doctor, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're crying," Rory said reaching for her face.

Amy took her own hand and dabbed her face in surprise. "Something's wrong. Not with me," Amy added impatiently as the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned her. "Something's wrong with ... with everything."

The Doctor stared. "What do you-" Before he could finish, a sudden sensation washed over him. All of time and space ... all of creation was being warped and bent. Erased and rewritten. He could feel it. Struggling to the TARDIS scanner, he confirmed what he felt.

"Doctor, just say what's happening," Rory urged, the concern evident in his voice.

A Time Lord, The Doctor thought grimly. There is another Time Lord. He could sense it, and it was not one of the good ones. Even more disturbing, Amy seemed to have sensed the shift in space and time before he did.

"Something bad," the Doctor finally replied grimly. "Something very not good." He began to set coordinates for the disturbance, but then he hesitated. "This could get dangerous if we're dealing with..."

"Doctor?" Rory asked in concern as a haunted expression passed over the Doctor's face.

"We'll need back up," the Doctor finished. Imputing new coordinates, the Doctor landed the TARDIS with the usual bumpiness.

"Where are we?" Amy asked standing up. "I'm fine," she whispered to Rory when he attempted to help her.

The Doctor threw a mysterious glance at each of them before straightening his bow tie and smoothing his hair. Then without a word, he disappeared out of the front door.

The Ponds guessed where they were when they overheard the Doctor greeted by a familiar voice.

"Hello, Sweetie."