Chapter 3

Note to Reader: Ok, I'm back! Thanks for waiting I was having major writer's block.


"'The Giver'?" The Doctor repeated curious, "Okay, you've peeked my interest and engaged my curiosity. What is a Giver?"

"Not a Giver, The Giver. Its one of a kind." Sir Perry corrected him, "And since you seem to be the only one left, you get to help me pack it." With this, he opened a drawer on his desk. The Doctor peered over his shoulder and was visibly depressed when he saw that the drawer was empty. Sir Perry chuckled. "You don't think I'd be so careless to leave something that dangerous in a drawer now do you?"

"Well I suppose that makes sense." The Doctor said still unsure where this was going. Sir Perry reached an arm under the opened drawer and there was a loud click as he ran his finger over a concealed latch. The Doctor jumped in surprise as the whoosh of escaping air filled the room. It was the sound of the air pressure equalizing when a door that had been closed for quite sometime opened, behind them. They turned and the Doctor let out an impressed whistle.

"Isn't she something?" Sir Perry asked him with a smug grin. He picked up a bag and a pair of rubber gloves and walked into the room.

"She's something alright." The Doctor half agreed. Following Sir Perry into the room he pulled out his brainy specs and began to inspect the object in front of him.

It was small, hold in your hand size, but not small enough to put in your pocket (well not unless they were bigger on the inside, which the Doctor's were so he disregarded this measurement). It was bluish in color and completely round with a few buttons on the side in a line. The Doctor reached out to pick it up and examine it but Sir Perry grabbed his wrist stopping him.

"Don't touch it with your bare hands." He said releasing the Doctor's wrist. He put on the pair of gloves he had brought and then pointed to the large bag. "You just hold that open."

"Woah, now hold on for just a tick!" The Doctor stated, "Before I help you pack up anything like…that." He pointed at The Giver, "I want to know exactly and I mean exactly what that is." Sir Perry didn't answer he instead made for the bag. The Doctor quickly grabbed it and held it behind his back.

"I don't have time!" He shouted at the Doctor.

"And I have all the time in the universe, so start talking!"

"Fine," He said with a sigh of defeat. "As I told you before it's called The Giver and its aptly named because in essence it gives you a gift; the greatest of gifts. It gives you whatever your heart desires most."

"It grants wishes?"

"No, not wishes. It gives you your deepest desire. The tiny selfish little want that you avoid mentioning that is also your greatest need. It's that reoccurring dream that you don't want to wake up from. It's what your subconscious is shouting for though you know it will never happen. Well, with this it can, but only once."

"What do you mean only once?" The Doctor asked trying to get his mind wrapped around this concept.

"Well after your single greatest wish is granted it don't do you any favors by granting the second greatest want. In fact, if you try again it deems you selfish and kills you."

"Oh! Well then. How does it know that it's the same person activating it?"

"Reads your DNA? Your fingerprint? I'm not sure but I'm no taking any chances, hence the rubber gloves."

"Ah, so you've already used it." The Doctor deduced, "And here I was thinking you were being noble and wearing the gloves so your desires wouldn't interrupt the course of history and interfere with the peoples' revolution."

"I'm the Doctor and I thought better of you. You've already used The Giver for your own gains. What was it then? Is that how you won the election?"

"Well you don't you think I won the popular vote now do you?"

"Well I did, yeah"

"Your such an idealist Doctor." He snorted and picked up The Giver with his gloved hands.

"At least I'm what I appear to be."

"So I had a little help in being elected it doesn't mean that I'm the bad guy."

A shot rang out. The Giver dropped to the floor, followed by Sir Perry.

"Tell it to the judge."


Author notes: No it wasn't the Doctor who shot him, shame on you if you're thinking that right now. Is if, after all he's the man "who never would"! Thanks for reading. =)