A/N: The Doctor finally makes his appearance!

Four days. It had been four temporally relevant days since the whole Alchemy incident. The Doctor should have been home by now.

So where was he?

"Could it be something with the trans-temporal manipulators? Or maybe the deharmonium energizer phases are out of line?" The Doctor rambled to himself like a crazy person. He pulled three levers, flipped up a panel and punched in some coordinates, and slammed down on the console with his fist. The TARDIS shook and rocked about like a ship in a hurricane. "Maybe it's a distress call or a temporal anomaly." He ran up to the TARDIS doors and pulled them open. He was met with disappointment and the exact same alleyway that he had attempted to escape. He ran back in and repeated the process. He ran out to find himself in a different alleyway... in the same city.

"Oh no you don't!" He yelled as he ran back in. He began to punch in something new, when he stopped and slumped over on the console, full of defeat. "Why?" He said with disdain. "Why?"

He paused, a new thought entering his head. I'm missing something. Something important. He paced about and focused on the problem. "What is it?" He stopped dead. "Yes!" He ran up to the console and punched in newer coordinates, and the TARDIS shook and rocked. He opened the doors and found himself in a town square. Same city. "Yes! This must be a fixed point in history! And whatever is about to happen has enough temporal weight to draw the TARDIS off course into this city." The Doctor jumped for joy in the middle of the public square. "So now I know why. Only one thing missing: What?"

"There he is." Someone called from behind the Doctor. He swiveled around to find two kids holding weapons and wearing 'punk' clothes running up to him.

" 'Allo! Problem? You lost?" The Doctor asked, trying to play innocent. After all, he hadn't done anything. Yet.

"No. We were sent here to collect your soul!" A kid with blue hair yelled flashily.

The Doctor just frowned. Great, He thought, Cult activists.

"Black Star! Were not here to do that!" The chain sickle in his hands called out.

The boy apparently called 'Black Star' scoffed. He looked towards the girl holding the scythe. "You got me, Maka?"

"Yep." The girl called 'Maka' said. The two of them sprang into action and surrounded the Doctor. "Just come with us." Maka yelled. "We just need you to come and see our friend for a moment."

"Okay. Just let me step back into my... box so I can get ready to come with you." The Doctor began to walk towards his TARDIS, but Black Star stopped him.

"You're not going anywhere unless it's with me." Black Star exclaimed.

"Oh, well, can't I get a say in tha-" The Doctor was cut off by the Chain sickle being held up to his neck.

"Care to say anything else?" The sickle cried out.

The Doctor eyed the chain sickle strangely. "Your weapons can talk." he said sheepishly.


"Hey! How are ya?" Lord Death exclaimed as the teams brought their prisoner into the Death Room. Almost like the TARDIS, this bigger-on-the-inside room was lined as far as the eye could see with metal cross graves. "So... who are ya?"

"I'm... the Doctor." The Doctor was looking around at the room around him. Lots of space, he thought.

"Your name." Soul said coolly. "Not profession."

"The Doctor." The Doctor said.

"Doctor who?" Black Star asked, stupefied at his response.

"The Doctor. Just the Doctor." The Doctor said. "So... what is this place?"

"You're in the Death Room!" Lord Death piped up cheerfully.

"No, no. Not this place. Where am I exactly?" The Doctor inquired.

Everyone looked confused. Everyone... but Lord Death. "You're in Death City, a city founded by me, Lord Death. I created this city as a peaceful place and a watchtower over the world in order to stop the rising of the Kishin." Lord Death wobbled cheerfully.

"Okay. Any... major events? Temporal anomalies?" The Doctor asked. "Have you met a man by the name of Kr'ctaal?"

"No, no." Lord Death said. "Nothing bad happened. We've already stopped the Kishin twice already. Once by me, a few hundred years ago, and once by our resident Maka Albarn," Lord Death gestured to the girl in pigtails next to the Doctor, "who stopped him from rising just recently."

"Oh." The Doctor looked squarely at Lord Death. "And who is this Kishin fellow?"

"A man -my friend and death scythe- who dived deep into madness by consuming the souls of humans." Lord Death approached the Doctor slowly. When he finally reached him, no one was prepared for what was next. "And speaking of friends..." Lord Death took the Doctor and hugged him with his big block hands.

Everyone practically fainted. Soul got up off the floor in a furious rage. The Doctor was just stupefied.

"YOU MADE US TRACK DOWN THIS GUY SO THAT YOU COULE GIVE HIM A HUG?!" Soul yelled.

"What's going on?!" Black Star yelled in unison with Soul's ranting.

"Now now. Let me explain." Lord Death let go of the Doctor. "You see, back when I was still a young Reaper, I met this man. He knew so much about me, but I knew nothing about him. He helped me with so much, and he also told me that the next time he would see me, he would not remember me."

"Why?" Maka asked confusedly.

"He just said, 'That's the way time works.' He is a time traveller, after all."

Again, everyone fainted.

"Time traveller?!" Maka shouted.

"Ya ya! Time traveller... Time Lord... Alien..."

"This can't be real!" Soul said angrily.

The Doctor wasn't paying attention. He was rubbing his chin in deep thought. "But if you know all that... and I never met you... that means!" the Doctor jumped up, startling everyone around him.

"Now ya getting it!" Lord Death exclaimed.

"Oh, we're clever!" The Doctor ran towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Tsubaki asked hectically.

"To the TARDIS!"