Episode 3: Last of the Time Lords

Me: *Sighs* This will probably take me 2 days to write again, but let's start anyway. And just because I used Benedict Cumberbatch does not mean this is a crossover with Sherlock. He just fit the bill. And I found out that the actress who played Lane is actually named Georgie Henley, but I put Hanley last time. Donna?

Donna: She doesn't own anything related to Doctor Who, or anything recognizable.

Master: Alright, last part of this arc.

Doctor: Alright, onto the episode!

Lane kept her eyes trained to the floor, and Ava counted something on her fingers. "You're on your fifth regeneration?" She laughed.

"You really keep those regenerations safe. Maybe we'd like to see your next one?" Ava asked, running a hand on one side of her face.

"Who agrees with me?!" Ava suddenly yelled to her side, where the Master, the Doctor, and Jack were still sitting.

"No, don't force her into a regeneration!" The Doctor cried.

"She's on her fifth, she has 13. I believe I can." She turned to Lane and grabbed the laser screwdriver from the desk.

"Those are isomorphic controls- they only work for me!" The Master called.

"Oh, you're half right, they are isomorphic. But I had them add me into it." She grinned madly.

"Say goodbye, Lane." Lane watched her and gulped, then looked to the 3.

"Goodbye."

Snap.

Gold time energy flowed from her head and fingers, then she snapped back into place.

Sorry, HE snapped back into place.

He ran a hand through his short curly black hair, and turned to the 3 others to look at them.

His new eyes had sectoral heterochromia, and he was lanky and skinny.

"Who am I now?"

Theme

BBC/KarrineGenesis

David Tennant

Freema Agyeman

John Barrowman

Benedict Cumberbatch

John Simm

Rachel Hurd-Wood

THE LAST THREE

Last of the Time Lords by KarrineGenesis/Basis by Russell T Davies

The Outcast sat sullenly in front of the 3.

It had been 1 year since Ava had caused him to regenerate, and now they understood a little more.

They had watched him get hurt over and over, and made better right after so that Ava could always see his, as she put it, 'Pretty little face.'

He was tapping that 5 beat rhythm again, and he looked up at the other 2 Time Lords.

"Who is she?" The Doctor finally asked, watching as the Outcast stared at nothing.

"I ran. After what happened, after watching so much blood shed, I ran so far… fell in the snow." He said brokenly.

"Back at the Time War… a boy found me in the forest. His eyes flashed grey purple, he only had one heart, and his canines were sharp like a wolves. He took me to Ava. Back then, in my fourth regeneration. She forced me into my fifth as well. I… I escaped, turned myself human with the help of a friend." He sneered suddenly.

"Friend. Yeah." He chuckled darkly. "That's a good one." He shook his head.

"So, what did you send Martha to do?"

Silence met his question, and then he did something that he had been doing ever since he regenerated- his long pale fingers curled slightly, palm propping his chin, knee propping his elbow, fingers splayed across the bottom half of his face.

"I can't tell you, in case she's listening." The Doctor answered, and the Outcast nodded, eyes closing.

He stood, and Ava was suddenly next to him.

"Where are you going?" The Outcast was much taller than Ava; she was 5'7, and he was 6'0 exactly.

That was 5 inches more.

3 inches taller than the Master.

1 inch shorter than the Doctor.

If he could, he would have easily overpowered Ava. Except the band on his arm prevented him from doing so.

Ava watched his eyes, and smiled.

"Well?"

"May I ask a favor?"

Ava blinked, then snorted.

"Of course, what is it you want?"

The Outcast looked straight into Ava's purple eyes.

"Oh! I don't know why you would want that, it sounds more like a chore then a privilege… but alright. If, you know, you sing for me."

The 2 Time Lords watched the Outcast carefully.

Then his mouth opened, and out came song.

"I'm just a step away. I'm just a breath away. Losing my faith today, we're falling off the edge today."

He stepped back slightly and fell onto the chair beside him, looking over at the 2 Time Lords.

He ran a hand through those curls of his.

"I am just a man, not superhuman, I'm not superhuman, someone save me from the hate."

"So, is this how you treat guests here? Never booking at hotels online again!"

A bullet left the barrel of the gun and lodged itself into Jack's head.

"It's just another war, just another family torn, falling from my faith today, just a step from the edge. Just another day in the world we live."

Martha stepped into the workshop of Professor Docherty, standing side by side with Tom Milligan.

"Professor Docherty?" He asked.

"Busy." She answered flatly.

"I need a hero to save me now, I need a hero to save me now! I need a hero to save my life, a hero will save me just in time!"

"They sent word ahead, I'm Tom Milligan. This is Martha Jones." Martha watched the woman in front of her, knowingness hidden deep within her brown orbs.

Can't let the woman know they knew.

"She can be the Queen of Sheba, for all I care. I'm still busy." Docherty replied shortly.

Martha gave a short, almost angry laugh. "Televisions don't work anymore."

"I've gotta fight today, to live another day, Speakin' my mind today, my voice will be heard today!"

"Oh god, I miss "Countdown". Never been the same since Des took over. Both Deses. What's the plural for Des? Desi? Deseen? But we've been told there's going to be a transmission."

The professor hit the sides of the TV and the top, a crackling sound going through the room.

"From the Woman herself." The picture came to, soft singing in the background as Ava sat at the screen.

"Who's gonna fight for what's right, who's gonna help us survive, we're in the fight of our lives, and we're not ready to die!"

"My people! Hello there, on this day to remember. The eve of war. But I know all those stories down there, of a child walking the earth. Martha Jones, I allowed her to escape, but now she's trying to destroy my plans? Me?! I don't think so!" Ava cried.

"Who's gonna fight for the weak, who's gonna make 'em believe, I've got a hero, Livin' in me!"

Ava grinned madly at the screen. "I've got the power, I have the Doctor, the Master, the Captain, and the Outcast, all under my thumb. Now I just need to catch the Medical Student, the one giving you 'hope'."

"I've gotta fight for what's right, today I'm speaking my mind, and if it kills me tonight, I will be ready to die."

"But I ask you…"

Ava looked back at the Outcast, and walked to stand next to him, punching him directly in the nose, sickening crack resounding in the room, followed by a choked whimper.

"How much hope has this man got? Say hello, sweet cheeks."

The Outcast shuddered, but kept singing. "A hero's not afraid to give his life, A hero's gonna save me just in time!"

"He's an alien, with a much greater life span than you stunted little apes. What if you could see each and every one of his regeneration?" She asked, and grabbed the Laser Screwdriver. She had gotten his DNA long before.

"What if I brought back… the first one?" She pressed the button, and the Outcast screamed in pain, and a gold something fell out of his chest.

A little girl in a red frilly dress with blonde hair, one green eye, and one blue eye stood. And then she fell, dissolving into the floor.

"Oh, they don't last long, do they?" The Outcast just shivered violently, Ava had drained him, and they could tell by the rings around his eyes that appeared.

"And the second one…"

She zapped him again, and there went the scream, which made the Doctor and the Master flinch, now that they really understood what was happening.

A slightly older boy, about 18, appeared next to them, clothed in a hoodie, skinny jeans, straight black hair, and green eyes.

He dissolved as well.

And those rings under the 6th Outcast's eyes grew darker, and he looked more sallow.

"It's just another war, just another family torn, my voice will be heard today, the countdown begins to destroy ourselves." His voice had grown considerably darker, glaring right at Ava.

She just looked back to the camera.

"And the third…" The Outcast threw his head back and groaned, but he didn't scream this time.

Not for Ava's satisfaction.

A 25 year old woman stood now, dark ginger tresses falling across her face, and this regeneration had sectoral heterochromia as well.

She dissolved as well.

"You're the galantine, Cold and alone, it suits you well, won't find me perching here again. May your feet serve you well, and the rest be sent to Hell, Where they always have belonged." The Outcast spat bitterly. He hadn't sung, he seemed too weak for that now.

"And the fourth…"

"The War Outcast." The Doctor suddenly whispered, and the Outcast looked over at the 2, but his eyes quickly dropped.

The Master closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Last time he had let his anger get out of control, the Outcast was punished for it. That had NOT been a fun experience.

There he stood, in all his glory.

He had a slight slouch, and his eyes were both the same color, and they didn't have sectoral heterochromia. He had always been the most normal looking.

Hell, even Lane's eyes were green in the middle near the irises and bluer when you got more outward.

His hair was a medium hue of brown, part of it dyed red with blood from the war. His eyes were a grey blue color, and he had dark rings under his eyes like the new Outcast.

He wore a white T-Shirt, half of it stained with blood and ash.

His pants were ripped, they had also been white, but now they looked as black as soot.

Blood spilled from his mouth, and he said something.

It was almost inaudible, and he dissolved right after, but he said, "Hello."

"Goodbye." All 3 of the Time Lords answered after in unison, and they would have laughed if the circumstances were different.

"And lastly, 5."

She pressed the button for the last time, and the Outcast closed his eyes tightly.

There popped up Lane, in all her glory as well.

She swayed, and dissolved.

When the Outcast didn't open his eyes, and he fell off of the chair and onto the ground, Ava stooped to look at him.

She felt his pulse, and when it throbbed onto her fingers, she stood and turned back to the camera.

"Received and understood, Miss Jones?" She asked, and then threw her head back in laughter.

The TV turned off.

Martha watched the blank screen for a second, and then Tom Milligan's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm sorry." He said solemnly.

She smiled.

"The Outcast's still alive."

"Obviously the Archangel network would seem to be Mistress Ava's greatest weakness. 15 satellites all around the earth, still transmitting. That's why there's so little resistance. It's broadcasting a Telepathic Signal that keeps people scared." Professor Docherty 'worked out'. Yeah, like she didn't already know.

"We could just take them out." Tom offered.

"We could. 15 air to ground missiles. Got any on you?" Docherty asked, only being half sarcastic.

"Besides, any military action, the Toclafane descend." She added, looking away.

"They're not called 'Toclafane', that's a name the Master made up before Mistress Ava forcefully took over."

Docherty turned. "Then what are they, then?" She asked, earnest curiosity coating her voice.

"That's why I came to find you; know your enemy." Docherty's expression changed slightly when Martha stated that.

"I've got this." Martha grabbed a cd from her bag.

"No one can look at a sphere close up, they can't even be damaged. Except once, the lightning strike in South Africa brought one of them down, just by chance. I've got the readings on this." Martha held it up, and Docherty nearly fell out of her seat trying to get a better look at it.

Docherty punched her computer once as it beeped mercilessly, and grumbled, "Whoever thought we'd miss Bill Gates?"

"So is that why you traveled the world, to find a disc?" Tom asked.

"No, just got lucky!" Martha said truthfully.

"I heard stories that you walked the earth to find a way to build a weapon." Docherty said flatly, and she glanced up at Martha.

Martha closed her eyes, but they immediately snapped open when Docherty said, "There! "A current of 58.5 Kiloamperes, transferring a charge of 510 Megajoules, precisely."

"Can you re-create that?" Tom asked.

"I think so. Easily, yes." Docherty answered.

"Right then, Dr. Milligan. We're going to get us a sphere."

Captain Jack Harkness closed his eyes shut tightly, tugging on his chains that held his arms above him.

"Let's kill tonight… Kill tonight… Show them all you're not the ordinary type… Let's kill tonight." The Outcast walked slowly into the room and sat on the chair in front of Jack.

"Outcast…" Jack breathed, and he nodded silently.

He held a plate of chips, and tea.

"I had her give me the job of feeding you. I got her to let you have good food."

"What does she do to you?" Jack asked impulsively, and the Outcast froze, then resumed.

"She makes me sing… she breaks my nose many times… reminds me of the past… hurts me… brushes through my hair and picks my clothes…"

Jack closed his eyes silently. The Outcast still looked sallow and weak, but he looked slightly better than when he fell to the floor on the television.

"I saw what happened." Jack deadpanned.

The Outcast looked to the floor, then fed him a chip.

Jack ate it slowly, and once it was gone, he continued, "What was that?"

"My past regenerations became alive on their own for a few moments. I told you, guys and girls."

"The Doctor told me once that he has had 10 regenerations." Jack watched the Outcast with scrutinizing eyes.

"I take better care of my regenerations. Except that last one. Shortest regeneration ever. But then again, she forced me into a regeneration."

Jack ate the next chip slowly.

"I had a wife. In the Time War. And a child. She- my wife, by the way- was killed by Rassilon. Time Lords are possibly the scariest race out there."

Jack finished the chip and hesitated a moment, then asked, "And your kid?"

The Outcast turned his back to pick up the tea, and grimaced. "He burned. The Moment killed him."

Jack stopped for a second. "Didn't the Doctor-?"

"I don't blame him!" The Outcast interrupted, giving a glare at Jack, which softened almost immediately.

He sighed, helping Jack sip his tea.

"I never blamed him. Ava has tried to make me blame him ever since my 4th regeneration. I am not younger than them, ok, just safer." He suddenly added.

"I was never going to say that." Jack laughed.

"Well, everyone does. Don't blame me for making sure you don't assume."

Ava bounded into the room, humming loudly.

"Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care!" She spun, then looked over at the Master and the Doctor.

She sat on the chair across from them and grinned, crossing her legs.

She leaned over, propping her head up with her knuckles.

"So… are you wondering what my plan is? Cause I'd be happy to tell you~!" Ava sang.

"What are you doing to Hetamax?" The Doctor asked her.

Ava shrugged. "Just playing with my toy. You should have seen him when he was younger. We've been following him since his 3rd regeneration… Well, before that, but we first found him in his third. After that, we looked back. Watched her grow up. Stole him from the Time War." Ava sounded far away, but then she smiled at them.

"Master? Do you have a question?" She asked, teeth baring as she grinned again.

"What did you do to him, back at the Time War?" The Master growled, and Ava just about laughed.

"I'm sorry? You want to know? I'll give you the short version-." She leaned forward into the Master's face and growled, "Broke him." She leaned back, and glared, then she smiled.

But it was more of a smirk.

"He was stubborn- it took a LOOOOONG time. I heard him crying for you, in the wee hours of the night when he thought he was alone." Ava loved seeing their guilt ridden faces.

"Tomorrow the war. Tomorrow, we rise, never to fall." A sphere came in.

The Doctor flinched when he saw it. The Master had told him what they were long before.

"My pride and joys. Uh, David Simm?" She called suddenly, and a man, about 24, walked in stiffly, with wolf ears, a wolf tail, and purple grey eyes.

He was rigged, and Ava didn't seem to care.

"Half of them will turn into him one day. WEEELLLL, almost. This is just an experiment. They'll be better soon." She turned to the Time Lords.

"We fought in the Time War. Sort of." She sighed. "Many died. Many changed. Until there wasn't any left. Just me, and a small group of 9 others. 10 full blooded Wolves let. So we did what any self-respecting species would do."

"And what's that?" The Doctor asked.

She leaned forward and looked right into his eyes.

"We exacerbate."

"You intentionally exacerbated?" The Master asked in surprise.

"Yes. And it worked. We've made a new species, haven't we? We've taken over Earth, haven't we?"

Ava smirked toothily.

"We've got our doll, haven't we?"

The sphere gave a click and Docherty opened it slowly. "Oh, my god!" She exclaimed suddenly.

Martha and Tom stepped forward to look at the thing inside

Grey fur was on top of its head, and its eyes were closed.

Then suddenly the lights turned on, and it opened its eyes.

They were the same grey purple as Ava's.

"It's alive." Docherty murmured.

"Martha. Martha Jones."

"It knows you." Tom breathed.

"Miss Martha Jones, you helped us to fly."

"What do you mean?"

"You led us to salvation."

"Who are you?"

"The skies are made of diamonds."

"What are they?" He asked, reigning in the terror of it all.

"They're humans- were humans, at least. Human-Wolves. It's all very complicated." She shrugged playfully, but he only glared.

"And Creet?"

"Dead."

"I spoke to him… offered him the stars."

"I know. Night then."

"…."

"I think it's time we had the truth, Miss Jones. Legend says you traveled the world to find a way of killing Mistress Ava. Tell us, is it true?"

Martha sucked in a breath.

"Just before I escaped, the Doctor told me…"

She grabbed her briefcase and pulled it out.

"These Wolves have been coming here for years. And they've been watched. There's Unit, and Torchwood, all studying different types of aliens in secret. Other than Time Lords, these were the most intriguing. And they made this, the ultimate defense." She opened it to show a gun like weapon.

"All we need is to get close, I can shoot the Mistress dead with this." Tom said, showing Martha the gun.

"Actually, you can put that down now, thank you very much." Docherty said, pushing the gun in his hands down.

"Actually, can't. They don't regenerate like Time Lords, but they have defense mechanisms that are near perfect. They start dying, the damage on them can either be transferred to someone else, or they can expel their injuries into crystals that they cough up. Point is, it's not easy to kill a Wolf."

"Oh, great, so the Mistress is immortal." Docherty rolled her eyes.

"Except for this. 4 chemicals slotted in the gun, inject her… kills a wolf permanently." Martha looked to them out of the corner of her eye.

"4 chemicals? You've only got three." Tom said suddenly, picking up the 3 vials.

"Still need the last one, cause the components of this gun were kept safe scattered across the world, and I found them. San Diego, Beijing, Budapest, and London." Martha prattled off.

"And where is it?" Tom asked.

"There's an old UNIT base, North London. I've found the access codes. Tom, you got to get me there."

"We can't get across London in the dark, it's full of wild dogs. We'll get eaten alive. We can wait till the morning, then go with the medical convoy." Tom suggested.

"You can spend the night here, if you like." Docherty offered.

"No, we can get halfway, stay at the slave quarters in Bexley. Professor, thank you." Tom shook Docherty's hand.

"Oh, and you." Docherty responded. "Good luck." She added.

Thanks." Martha smiled and kissed Docherty's cheek before following after Tom.

"Martha?" Docherty asked, and Martha turned.

"Could you do it? Could you actually kill her?"

"Got no choice." Martha answered.

"You might be many things, but you don't look like a killer to me."

The Doctor watched warily as Ava sat in front of him and the Master, texting someone on her phone. She looked completely alright- in fact, no emotion whatsoever.

Then she turned vicious.

"Oh, that stupid Martha Jones! It's a wonder she survived so many years with you, Doctor!" She pat out his name like it was a curse word.

"It's a wonder anyone is alive, anyone who knows you." She stood.

"Well, time to grab the little girl!"

"My name isn't important. There is the man who sent me out here, he's trying to save the man that the Mistress has taken hold of. His name is the Doctor, and he's saved your lives countless times. He never stops, he never strays, and he never asks to be thanked."

Martha held her breath a second, then let it out.

"He told me stories about the Outcast. About how long ago, he used to save the world as well. And then there was a war, and these Wolves. If anyone can save the world- no, the universe, it's the Outcast and the Doctor. I've seen them. I know them. I love the Doctor." She swallowed.

"And I know what he can do."

"It's her! It's her, oh my god, it's her!" A woman cried, rushing in. "It's the Mistress, she's here!"

"But she never comes to Earth, she never walks upon the ground!" A blonde boy cried.

"Hide her!" The woman who had rushed in commanded.

Ava walked slowly toward the middle of the street, getting her bearings on the ground.

Tom cocked his gun and looked through the mailing slot.

"She walks among us, our queen and Mistress." The blonde boy spoke again.

"Martha~?!" Ava sang, and spun a full 360.

"Martha JO~O~NES?!" She asked, then started walking again.

"Alright, come on out, little Time Child. Come and meet your Mistress. You are wearing my patience very thin~!" She sang the last 2 words, and stopped walking again.

"Anybody? Nobody?! NO?! NOTHING?!" Ava called, getting increasingly louder and more vicious.

"Positions!" She called, and Martha took a deep ragged breath as she heard guns cock.

"I'll give the order, unless you come out and meet your new owner."

She snorted. "Ask yourself, 'What would the Doctor do'?" She mocked, laughing.

Martha gasped, and took off her key, getting up.

Martha stepped out of the house with one last smile at the group.

"Oh, yes! Well done, very good job! Good girl!" She smirked. "He trained you well." Ava almost rolled her eyes.

"Bag. Give me the bag. No, imbecile, stay there, and throw me the bag!" Ava cried, irritation evident in her voice.

Martha gave a resigned sigh and took the bag off, throwing hit.

She pointed the Laser at the bag and pressed the button.

"And now, faithful little Time Child. It's time you came with me to the Valiant to die."

"NO!" Tom Milligan cried, running out the house, and Ava shot the laser at the man, and he fell dead to the floor.

She shook her head and sighed. "Oh, humans are so bothersome sometimes, you know? Well of course you don't, you're human as well."

"Citizens of Earth, rejoice and observe."

Martha's family was lined up to the wall, as Martha was led in by men holding guns."

The Doctor and the Master were still strapped to the chairs, but now had gags on.

The Outcast was sat on the Platform where Ava was standing, and Jack was across the room, held at gun point by a few guards.

"Oh, the whole crew is here!" Ava smiled madly, then looked to the Master. "You wanted to know what the drum beat was- I'm sure the Outcast will be glad to tell you now!" Ava chirped insanely.

The Master blinked slightly, and looked to the Outcast.

"The 4-beat "drumming" sound was a signal sent back in time by the Time Lords on the last day of the Time War & implanted in the your head when you were a young boy."

"Yes but what do they do, what are they supposed to be?"

The Outcast was about to answer, when Ava got impatient.

"Alright, Martha! Your teleport device, in case you thought I'd forgotten."

Martha took it out of her leg pocket and threw it, Ava just barely catching it.

"Oi, you could have given me warning!" She snapped.

"And now… kneel." Ava growled out.

"And I'm hungry like the wolf." The Outcast sang, and Ava turned to look at him. "Shut up!"

She swiftly turned back to Martha.

"Down below, the fleet is ready to launch! 200,000 ships set to buuuurrrrn across the universe." She drew out, and laughed slightly.

She turned to the console and started the countdown. "Never could resist a ticking clock, with all its impending doom." Ava got a good look at Martha's face.

"But you think you've already won." Ava speculated, putting the screwdriver down and leaning over to watch Martha intently.

"Why?"

There was silence, and Ava sighed, picking back up the screwdriver. "Seriously? Such a disappointment, this one. To mark this day, when that clock dings zero, Martha Jones will be no more. How's that for impending doom?"

Ava put the Laser up. "And now it is my duty to bring back the Wolves, bring back one of the most powerful species, if not, then most. This world will be the new home-!"

Martha started laughing. It didn't start as much, just an airy chuckle.

Ava let the arm she held the screwdriver with fall limply to her side. "And what's so funny?"

"A gun?"

"What about it?" Ava asked.

"A gun, in 4 parts?"

"Yes, and I- Oh, for god's sake, the Doctor would never send you to kill someone or something! What did you do? TELL ME!" Ava screeched.

"Stories." The Outcast said suddenly.

Ava turned to him.

"Yes, but what does it matter?"

"The resistance knew about Docherty's son. I told her about the gun so she'd get me here."

Ava shook her head. "But you're still going to die." She reminded.

"Don't you want to know what I was doing, traveling the world?" Martha asked, and Ava stopped a second.

She did want to know. That was a vice of hers. You dangle a good story in front of her, she'd drop anything and everything to hear it.

Even the success of this plan.

Ava flew down the steps to sit on her knees in front of Martha.

"Tell me." She said, sounding like a child in a candy store, begging for an extra lolli.

Martha leaned in closer. "I told a story, that's all."

Ava leaned back, disappointment evident in her face.

"That all?"

"I went across the continents all on my own, telling them the story of the Doctor, the Master, and the Outcast. Telling them my story. And I told them to pass it on, to spread the word, so that everyone would know about the Doctor."

Ava leaned forward and repeated, "Yes, but what does it matter?"

"I gave them an instruction. Just as the Doctor said. I told them, if everyone thinks of one word at one specific time-!"

"Oh god." Ava said suddenly, realization dawning on her as she stood and walked backward.

"Right across the world, 3 words, just one thought, at one moment… but with 15 satellites."

Ava nearly fell trying to climb the stairs backwards.

Was she actually losing? No, there had to be a way!

But with that countdown, in single digits now…

"The Archangel network." Jack suddenly voiced.

"A telepathic field, binding the whole Human Race together, with all of them, every single person on Earth thinking the same things at the same time."

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"And that thought…"

3

"… is Doctor…"

2

"… Master…"

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"… Outcast."

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Light glowed through the room as the bindings on the Doctor and the Master were gone, and shimmering bluish light glowed around the Outcast, healing his mind, body, and soul.

"Stop it!" She cried, turning to watch all 3 of them.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, you don't!" She tried to run to the Outcast but get pushed back forcefully by the light.

"Doctor, Master, Outcast…" Everyone in the room was whispering it, except the Doctor, the Master, the Outcast, and Ava.

"Doc-!" Ava started, watching the television screen and everyone in the room in fear.

The Oncoming Storm, she realized with a start, and rushed to the doors, only to be stopped by Jack.

"Stop this right now, stop it!"

"We had a whole year to tune ourselves in to the psychic network and integrate with its matrices." The Doctor started, standing with anger in his eyes.

Ava shook her head, looking to the other 2. The Master was outright glaring at Ava, and the Outcast had this dark, broody, angry center in those beautiful eyes of his.

They were taking her doll away again!

"I order you to stop!"

All the humans were yelling now.

"The one thing you can't do is stop them from thinking." The Outcast told her, voice soft.

"Tell us the human race is degenerate now." The Doctor said, eyes barely holding in the Oncoming Storm.

"When they can do this!" The Master added in awe, looking down at himself.

What was happening, really?

"No!" She shot the laser at the Doctor, and it just bounced off.

"I'm sorry, that isn't going to work." He said, voice hard.

"Then I'll kill them!" She pointed the Laser, but it just turned to dust in his hand.

Ava turned to glare at the Doctor as he settled down onto the floor.

All 3 Time Lords were flanking her now.

Ad she laughed. "Time Lord Victorious." She murmured.

"The Oncoming Storm." Then she pulled out the Vortex Manipulator.

"Oh no you don't!" The Master cried, grabbing hold of her as they both disappeared.

"Protect the Paradox! Protect the Paradox!"

Ava glared down at the Master, then threw the Vortex Manipulator at him.

"You better move along- you don't want the other 2 to die. Or to miss something spectacular."

The Master stalked up to her. "You took over, you HURT the Outcast! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!"

Ava laughed and turned, her hair getting in the Master's face. He reeled back and brushed his face.

"In any case, I realize this was bound to happen. But my work is done."

"What do you mean your work is done?"

Ava laughed again, turning to the Master.

"You couldn't tell? He should have the child soon."

The Master's eyes widened and he nearly fell as he took more steps back.

"You-?!" He started, horrified.

"That child is mine, understand? You will never have him/her. Once that child is born, on the Valiant, it will disappear, and reappear right in these arms of mine." She held up her arms.

"Well, maybe not these arms specifically." She added.

"I better change so you don't know me. Tata! I've already won!"

Ava threw her head back and white light engulfed her, and then she was gone.

The Master nearly dropped to his knees, but he couldn't. He had to get back.

He set the Vortex Manipulator and pressed the button.

"Captain, the Paradox Machine!" The Doctor yelled, and then the Master appeared alone, ashen face.

"What's wrong?" The Doctor asked, worry in his voice.

Before he could answer, the Outcast gave a cry of pain and folded in on himself, clutching his stomach.

The Doctor gasped, and very nearly cried.

"She got away. She told me about the child, said we'd never be able to have it, and she went away." The Master murmured.

"Get him to a medical room!" The Doctor cried, and then the alarms blared.

Martha ran to the controls, and anyone else who would follow.

The Master followed, and the Doctor took the Outcast to the Medical Bay.

"Martha!" She turned when the Doctor called for her.

"Yes, what?!"

"You have to come with us!"

The Outcast cried out again, leaning into the Doctor with tears streaming down his face.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"You're a Doctor, right?"

"Almost!"

"Do you know anything about pregnancies?"

The alarms had stopped.

Now the only thing heard was the crying of a child.

The Outcast was dressed again, tears and sweat soaking him as he held a small baby girl in his hands.

Everyone ran down to look.

The Paradox machine was destroyed.

All of time was reversing as the whole ship spun and shook.

The Doctor and the Master just held on to the Outcast, and they told themselves it was to keep him and the baby safe.

When the Turbulence finally stopped, they all made it back to the control room.

"It's Ava's child." The Outcast murmured in horror.

"2 minutes past 8:00 in the morning! The Paradox is broken! We've reverted back, one year, one day!" The Doctor cried happily, then went to the radio to tune in.

"This is UNIT Central. What's happened up there? We just saw the President assassinated!" Came the cry of a man on the radio.

"See? Just after the President was killed, but just before the spheres arrived."

"But Doctor, the spheres killed the President. So shouldn't the President be here?" The Outcast asked, holding the child closer.

Maybe the child wasn't going to just disappear like Ava said.

"Everything back to normal, planet Earth restored. None of it happened."

"What's her name?" The Master asked.

"I'll name her something human…"

He looked down at the child. "Zelene. My little ray of sunshine."

And then suddenly the child vanished.

The Outcast stared in horror at his arms, and then the tears came back.

They were all staring at him now, as he kept staring at his now empty arms.

"Z-Zelene?" He moaned out finally, tears making tracks down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." The Doctor said to him softly, and the Outcast bent forward, crossing his arms over his knees and burying his face in them as he sobbed.

"I can remember it, though." Francine said softly.

"We're at the eye of the storm, the only one's who'll ever know." The Doctor answered.

"What are you going to do with me?" The Master suddenly asked the Doctor.

"You're my responsibility now. Maybe our responsibility." The Doctor looked to the Outcast, who had stopped sobbing and was now wiping his eyes.

"Would you come with us?"

The Outcast nodded, giving a halfhearted smile that looked just a little forced.

"Of course."

"So we're just going to travel with you, then?" The Master asked.

The Doctor nodded. "It's time to change. Maybe I've been wandering for too long. Now I've got people to care for."

A quiet fell over the room, and the Outcast stood slowly, and turned to the Master, and hugged him.

The Master didn't hug back at first, then awkwardly put his arms around the man holding onto him.

The 3 Time Lords, Martha, and Jack stood leaned on a railing talking with each other.

"Time was, every single one of these people knew your guys' names." Martha said slowly.

"And that was the year." The Master murmured sardonically.

Martha rolled her eyes and looked to the Doctor.

"Now they've all forgotten you."

"Good." The Outcast said quietly.

"Back to work." Jack said, climbing under the railing and turning back to look at them.

"I really don't mind, though." Jack looked up at the Doctor.

"Come with me." He finished.

"Had plenty of time to think that past year, the year that never was." Jack turned to look at where Torchwood was hidden.

"And I kept thinking about that team of mine."

"You kept thinking about Ianto." The Outcast teased, and Jack blushed. He really regretted telling the Outcast about Ianto now.

"Like you said, Responsibility."

"Defending the Earth. Can't argue with that." The Doctor said.

The Doctor grabbed Jack's arm and pulled out his sonic.

"Hey, I need that!" Jack complained.

"Can't have you walking around with a time-traveling teleport. You could go anywhere, twice." The Doctor explained.

"Second time to apologize." The Outcast said softly.

"And what about me, can you fix that, will I ever be able to die?" Jack asked impulsively.

"Nothing I can do." The Doctor said, shaking his head.

"Why would you want to die? I mean, humans are looking and searching for immortality, but you just want to get rid of it." The Master said.

"You're an impossible thing, Jack. Embrace that." The Outcast smiled at him.

Jack laughed. "Been called that before." He turned to leave, but then turned back.

He saluted them.

"Sirs. Ma'am."

He turned to walk away again, then turned back.

"But I keep wondering, what about aging?"

"Oh, vanity." The Master rolled his eyes.

"Cause I can't die, but I keep getting older. The odd little gray hair, you know? What happens if I live for a million years?"

"I really don't know." The Doctor answered.

"I do." The Outcast whispered into the Master's ear, but he just gestured to Jack.

"Okay, vanity. Sorry, yeah." Jack waved his arms.

"Can't help it. Used to be a poster boy back when I was a kid, living on the Boeshane Peninsula. Tiny little place. I was the first one ever to be signed up for the Time Agency. They were so proud of me."

The Outcast turned to the Master and mouthed what Jack said at the same time he said it, "The Face of Boe, they called me."

He turned back, and nearly laughed at the others expressions.

"Hmm. I'll see you." Jack turned and ran off.

"No." The Master drawled out.

"Can't be." Martha added.

"No, definitely not, no." The Doctor whispered.

The Outcast got off the railing and smiled. "It is." He walked off to where the Tardis was.

Laughter was heard behind him, and he chuckled along with them.

The Doctor leaned against the Tardis, watching the Jones family through the window.

"I think we're in major stalker mode." The Outcast said cheerfully, earning 2 glares from the others.

"What?"

They walked into the Tardis and the Doctor threw his coat to the side.

The Master immediately jumped onto the couch and sprawled out, as the Outcast sat on the spinny chair in front of the console.

The Doctor just walked around the console, then sighed when he got to the spinny chair and the Outcast was in it. "Seriously?"

The Outcast just spun in it, laughing slightly.

Martha opened the door and closed it behind her.

"Right, then, off we go, the open road!" The Doctor cried, rubbing his hands together and turning to look at the console.

"There is a burst of Starfire right now, over the coast of Meta Sigmafolio. Oh, the sky is like oil on water. Fancy a look?" He asked Martha, and she just watched him solemnly.

"Or, back in time, we could- I don't know, Charles II? Henry VIII. I KNOW! What about Agatha Christie? I'd love to meet Agatha Christie, bet she's brilliant…" His words died o9n his lips as he saw the look on her face.

"Okay."

"I just can't."

"Yeah."

"Spent all these years training to be a Doctor, now I've got people to look after. They saw half the planet slaughtered, and they're devastated, I can't leave them."

"Course not."

Silence settled over the Tardis, then the Outcast said, "Martha Jones. Your name was the color of Clear Gold II and the texture of as thatched roof." He looked almost wistful.

"Thank you." The Doctor told her once she got over the initial confusion of what the Outcast said.

They hugged, and when they pulled away, the Doctor continued, "Martha Jones, you saved the world."

"Yes I did." She affirmed. "I spent a lot of time with you, thinking I was second best, but do you know what?" She poked him in the stomach. "I am good."

They laughed together.

"You going to be all right?" Martha asked.

"Oh yes, I have the Master and the Outcast."

"Right then. Bye." She kissed his cheek and turned to leave.

She opened the door and left. As the Doctor turned to the console, however, the door opened again and Martha shouted, "Cause the thing is, it's like my friend Vicky." The door closed behind her.

"She lived with this bloke, student housing. There were five of them, all packed in, and this bloke was called Shaun. And she loved him."

"Is this story going anywhere?" The Master called, and the Outcast shushed him.

The Master grumbled, but he obliged.

"She did, she completely adored him, spent all day long talking about him."

"I don't like agreeing with the Master, but is this going anywhere?" The Doctor asked.

"Hush up, I like this story already." The Outcast told him, sticking his tongue out at him then turning to Martha.

"Yes, it's going somewhere! Cause he never looked at her twice. I mean, he liked her, but that was it. And she wasted years pining after him, years if her life. Cause while he was around, she never looked at anyone else." She pushed her hand up then let it fall back down limply, gesturing to the Doctor.

"And I told her, I always said to her, time and time again, I said, 'Get out.' So this is me, getting out."

The Doctor nodded, and she took out her universal phone, throwing it to the Doctor. "Keep that. Cause I'm not having you disappear. If that rings- when that rings, you'd better come running, you got it?"

The Doctor held the phone up. "Got it."

Martha turned and walked toward the door, then turned half her body back. "I'll see you guys again, misters." Then she left the Tardis again, for good that time.

He slowly pushed the lever on the console down, and alarms started blaring as the Tardis spun and nearly caused the Outcast to fly to the ceiling.

"Stop that, stop it!" The Doctor cried, as time seemed to wobble around them.

The Tardis righted itself, and the Master walked up to the console. "What the hell did you do?" He asked.

"I didn't do anything!" The Doctor complained.

"What's your problem?" He wondered, as he went around the console.

He bumped into someone who was saying, "Right, just settle down now."

The Master's eyes widened in surprise as he walked backwards next to the Outcast.

The Outcast whistled slightly.

"Excuse me." The Doctor said politely, and the… other Doctor said, "So sorry."

10 looked up with wide eyes as he realized who it was.

"What?" He asked.

"What?" 5 practically mimicked.

"What?" 10 said again.

"Who are you?" 5 asked, and the Outcast popped into the conversation.

"That's 10, he's one of your Regenerations, whatever that means. Sorry, we're just simple ordinary human companions of the Doctor. Uh, future you, I guess?"

The Master was about to object, when the Doctor- 10 agreed. "Yes, my 2 companions Lane-…" He pointed to the Outcast, "And Harry." He pointed to the Master.

"Yes, me and Lane are married." The Master agreed, and 10 shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The Master was infuriating sometimes.

The Outcast fought an eye roll. "Yes, it does seem to be that way." He sighed.

"Brilliant. Well, no, totally wrong, universe goes bang in 5 minutes, big emergency, but brilliant."

"No, I'm the Doctor. Who are you?!"

"Yes you are, you are the Doctor."

"Yes I am. You expect me to believe you are to?"

"Oh good for you, Doctor. Good for brilliant old you!"

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"We've been trying to figure that out ever since we met him." The Master said snarkily, earning a glare from 10 and a laugh from the Outcast.

10 looked back at 5 and laughed. "Oh, there it goes, the frowny face! I remember that one! Mind you…" He played with 5's face a moment, and the Outcast laughed at the face 5 was making. "Bit saggier than I remember, the hair's a bit greyer. But that's cause of me, though." 5 poked his own face, wide eyes.

"The 2 of us together has shorted out the time differential, it should all snap back together once we get you home." 10 grabbed at 5's coat. "Bet we can close that coat again."

Then he stepped back and said in a voice filled with laughter, "But never mind that, look at you! The hat, the coat, the crickety cricket stuff, the…"

"The stick of celery." The Outcast added, staring at it.

"Bit of a bold move." The Master added, staring as well.

"Brave choice, celery. But fair play to you, not a lot of men can carry off a decorative vegetable."

"Shut up!" 5 yelled, and 10 leaned back.

5 took off his hat and said, "There is something very wrong with my Tardis and I've got to do something about it very, very quickly. And it would help, it really would help if there wasn't some skinny idiot ranting in my face about every single thing that happens to be in front of him!"

And the dam broke as the Outcast broke into laughs, and the Master quickly followed suit, both of them earning glares from both Doctors.

"Ok, sorry… Doctor." 10 said resignedly.

"Thank you!" 5 said, turning to the console.

"Whoa, the back of our head!" 10 cried, and 5 gave him an unbelieving look. "What?"

"10 is really fangirling over 5, isn't he?" The Outcast asked the Master, and he nodded.

"Sorry, sorry, it's not something you see every day."

"Should we be worried?" The Master asked, and the Outcast shook his head. "Nah, this is fun."

"The back of your own head. Mind you, I can see why you wear a hat. I don't want to seem vain, but could you keep that on?"

5 turned swiftly to look at 10.

"What have you done to my Tardis?! You've changed the desktop theme, haven't you? What's this one, coral?"

"Well…"

"It's worse than the leopard skin."

He put on the glasses, and 10 started fangirling again.

"Oh! And there they come, the brainy specs! You don't even need them, you just think they make you look a bit clever!" 10 rocked on his legs, and the alarms blared again.

"That's an alert…" 5 took off the glasses.

"Level 5, indicates a temporal collision. It's like 2 Tardis have merged, but there's definitely only one Tardis present." 10 leaned against the console and watched 5.

"It's like 2 Time Zones at war in the heart of the Tardis! That's a Paradox."

'Would you like to tune this out?' The Outcast asked the Master in his head.

'Nah, you go ahead, I like watching this.'

'Suit yourself.'

"Oh no, of course! You like to go hands free. Like, 'Hey, I'm the Doctor, I can save the universe using a kettle and some string, and look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable.'"

The Outcast tuned out in favor of reading the readings on the screens on the console.

When he tuned back in to hear the cluster bell tolling.

"Ooh, that's not good."

"Yeah, right on time, that's my cue!" 10 cried, rushing about the console. The Outcast rushed in to help, and the Master sighed and followed suit.

The Outcast couldn't really understand much of what 5 said, but it was something about a black whole that could destroy the universe.

"Yeah, that's my fault, actually. I was rebuilding the Tardis, forgot to put the shields back up."

"I knew this was your fault." The Master accused.

The Doctor glared at him, then looked back at 5. "Your Tardis and my Tardis- well, the same Tardis, different points in its own time stream collided and, well, there you go, end of the universe. Butter Fingers, but don't worry, I know exactly how this works out, watch, venting the thermal buffer!"

The Outcast started working with him, listening to what the Doctor said.

"Oh, a supernova, explosion cancels out implosion, and vice versa!" The Master realized.

Light blew across the Tardis and the Outcast closed his eyes.

As the Tardis grew stable, the Outcast dropped back into the chair, close his eyes, and fell asleep.

He woke back up only a few minutes later when something crashed into the side of the Tardis.

It knocked all 3 of them off their feet and/or seats.

"What?" The Outcast asked slowly.

"What?!" The Master asked, eyes wide and watching the ship pull back and the wall start to fix itself.

The Doctor leaped forward to look at the life saver that fell off the ship. It read TITANIC.

"What." The Doctor basically stated, looking up at the ship with wide eyes.

Cast

5thDoctor – Peter Davidson

The Doctor – David Tennant

The Master – John Simm

The Outcast (Lane) Version 1 – Georgie Henley

The Outcast (Lane) Version 2 – Benedict Cumberbatch

Martha Jones – Freema Agyeman

Captain Jack Harkness – John Barrowman

Wolf Mistress Ava – Rachel Hurd-Wood

Francine Jones – Adjoa Andoh

Tish Jones – Gugu Mbatha-Raw

Clive Jones – Trevor Laird

Leo Jones – Reggie Yates

Thomas Milligan – Tom Ellis

Professor Docherty – Ellie Haddington

Sphere Voices – Zoe Thorne; Gerard Logan; Johnnie Lyne-Pirkis

Authoress – Karrine Genesis

Me: Finally finished! So, I sort of have an episode planned out myself which will happen before the Adipose and after Voyage of the Damned which just so happens to have an amazing story! Where the Outcast gets turned into a baby and they go back to earth where Martha and Jack are, take care of him, and have to find the laser gun that turned him into a baby.

Master: Yes, alright, they know! Now put up the episode before something happens.

Doctor: Alright, that's enough!

Me: Favorite.

Master: Follow.

Donna: Review!

Doctor: And check in soon for a new episode/chapter!

Me: No, hold on, I have little fanfics that don't necessarily go with this, but it does cause it has the same characters and it goes in this universe. Should I just put them here, or put them as one shots on my profile?

Master: Ok, now upload it.

Me: Alright, Jeeze! Uh, people, if you get the references I will make in every chapter- including this one, but not the last 3, then you guys can request stuff to happen, the Outcast to say something, whatever. And if I get in an extremely good mood, I'll let you know that you don't have to find the reference to get your request in the story! This one was particularly easy, it references real life. Actors, maybe…?