A/N: What a terrific response to this fic! It's heartbreaking that so many of us have experienced bullying or know loved ones who have suffered at the hands of the schoolyard thug. It is sad to know that it's something that we will never fully eliminate... It's just human nature, I suppose.

Big hugs to all.

Here the Doctor deals with the bully's dad.. in the only way the Oncoming Storm can without inflicting bodily harm...

One chapter left to go!

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Bevan stalked out of the office doors with victory in his gait and an arrogant smile on his face. He belatedly took note of the fact that his wife wasn't on his heels, but not until he'd walked into the car park and made his way toward his vehicle. With a huff of annoyance at having to wait, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and popped a white stick in between his lips. A curse toward his wife erupted from around the cigarette as he cupped a hand over the end of it to light up and inhale deeply. Another curse mumbled around his cigarette as he struggled to light a convenience-store lighter through a sudden gust of winds that picked up at around the same time an unearthly whining and wheezing sound drowned out the sounds of birds and mild traffic of the area.

He frowned as he struggled yet again to flame his lighter and smacked it against his hand as though beating the small container would somehow spark it to life. "What the bloody hell is wrong with this thing…"

"You know that smoking is extremely bad for your health?"

Bevan growled at the familiar voice and looked up from the lighter. Now that there wasn't a School Head Mistress to stop him, perhaps he and Doctor Tyler could deal with this situation like two men should…

…Instead, he gasped enough that the white stick fell from his lips and dropped down into grated flooring at his feet.

"What the fuck?"

The Doctor had his hands thrust deeply into his trouser pockets and leaned against the mushroom-shaped console of his beloved ship. He had his legs crossed at the ankle and tapped the toe of his Converse shoe on the floor.

"Welcome to the TARDIS."

Bevan let out a startled yelp and backed up against a coral strut. "What the hell? How did I get in here? Did you kidnap me or something?"

The Doctor let out a huff and shook his head. He calmly released a hand from his pocket and flipped up a lever on the console. He watched the shifting of the central column and smiled at the blue-green glow that filled the console room.

"How did you get in here," he answered with a bored tone. "Well, if I'm to be honest, I have to say that it wasn't my choice to pull you onboard." He inhaled a sigh. "Safety protocols of my ship make it impossible to land on top of any sentient creatures, and so she's forced to materialize around you instead. My intention wasn't materialization…" He frowned and finally cast his eyes toward his visitor. "Maybe that's one of the circuits I should work on next. What do you think, old girl? Should we fix that little problem of yours?"

"Your what?" He gasped as the Doctor pulled away from the console and took a couple of confident strides toward him. Gone were the relaxed jeans, t-shirt and shirt jacket combo that Doctor Tyler wore in the Head Mistress' office. Absent, also, was the casual expression and friendly face that he wore during the meeting. Even in the midst of a verbal battle, the man looked timid and casual.

Now, however. Dressed in a blue and rust pinstriped suit and tie covered by an ankle-length trench jacket, with his hair artfully tousled into a trendy spike, Doctor Tyler looked less like a Soccer Dad and more like a professional yuppy father … Well … that would have been an apt description if it wasn't for the darkened scowl that he wore on his face.

"Who are you," Bevan growled in what he believed was a threatening voice.

The darkness within the Doctor immediately vanished to be replaced by a rather jovial and friendly expression. "Oh," he chirped. "That's right. We haven't been properly introduced, have we?"

Bevan took a quick look around him. "No. I guess we haven't."

"Then lets change that shall we," the Doctor said with a smile that quickly darkened once more. "Do you want to start, or shall I?"

"You know who I am," Bevan charged with a snarl.

"I know that you're an unevolved ape who thrives on belittling others in order to make himself feel like a big man."

"You looking for a fight?"

The Doctor snorted. "And in five words you prove my analysis." He let one side of his mouth lift in a dark smile. "A physical altercation isn't exactly my intention, but I'm certainly not opposed to having a rumble if that's what you think it'll take to make you listen to me." He let his trench coat slide off his shoulders and hooked his hand underneath it to toss it onto the jump seat. He then undid a button on his blazer and paused with a look to Bevan. "Well? Are you going to prepare for battle?"

Bevan curled a lip. It twitched just lightly. "You're not worth my time."

"No?"

Bevan raked a glare up and down the Doctor's lithe form and snorted. "Nah. I'd break you in two with a snap of my fingers." He looked at the doors. "I'm leaving."

The Doctor feigned a look of surprise. "Oh." He then thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and shrugged with a look to the doors. "Then by all means, if you want to go through those doors, then go right ahead." He inhaled a deep breath. "Don't let me stop you."

Bevan probably should have taken his nonchalance as a warning, but he didn't. Instead he rolled his eyes and strode with a fast gait and a hunch in his shoulders toward the doors. "Keep your kid in line, asshole, or I won't be giving you a break."

The Doctor smirked and leaned his shoulder against a coral strut. "Sure thing. Will do. Have a great day then."

Bevan growled as he stalked to the doors and twisted the latch and flung open the doors. He motioned a movement to storm over the threshold, but let out a startled yelp at what he saw beyond the doors.

"What the fuck?"

The Doctor tsked a pair of clicks. "Now now, do mind your language. My ship is a lady and commands respect from her passengers."

Bevan staggered a step backward and clutched desperately at the swinging door of the TARDIS. "What. What? What?"

The Doctor looked over Bevan's shoulder at the beauty outside the door. "Oh, this is where we ended up. How brilliant." He stood close enough to Bevan that the man was forced to remain at the very edge of the TARDIS doors. "That, Mr. Grogan, is what remains of a once magnificent sun that was the centre of the Fredunion galaxy. The Sun collapsed into itself – oh – about seven hundred years ago. She was young – so very young – when her lifecycle ended. Only one hundred billion years old. Her demise has taken with her about three galaxies over the course the last seven hundred years." He leaned a little closer to the man in front of him. "I watched her go when I was in my first incarnation– from the telescopes on my home planet, of course. You don't want to be near a sun when she goes into total collapse. It can be very uncomfortable."

"What," he spluttered. What?"

"Black holes are amazing creatures," the Doctor continued. "They're ravenous beasts that eat everything that gets too close. She doesn't discriminate. She'll devour anything: Ships, Stars, Comets…" He chuckled deeply. "…Human Apes that get thrown into them by pissed off Time Lords…"

Bevan spun quickly. He moved fast enough that he stumbled, barely remaining in the ship. Had it not been for his grasp on the TARDIS doors, he would have tumbled out the doorway. "Who are you?"

The Doctor smirked. "I'm a father concerned for the safety of his child." He looked out the door. "So. Are you leaving, or are we going to finish our discussion and try to reach an agreement about how to deal with what's happening with our children?"

"I can't leave," he snarled with a hard point toward the door. "Can I?"

The Doctor shrugged. "I'm not keeping you here. You're free to leave."

"Take me back home," he growled. "Take me back to Earth."

The Doctor screwed up his face as he considered the order. After a moment he shook his head. "Nope."

"What do you mean nope?"

"Nope. No. Nyet. Non. Nah." He arched a brow. "Is that enough negative responses for you?" He looked back out the doorway. "But step off if you're that eager to leave. I won't be offended. My ship might, she's quite the sensitive type. Me?" He shrugged. "I don't care either way."

Bevan stumbled past the Doctor to put himself deeper inside the ship. Once assured that he wasn't at risk of tumbling out the door, he straightened up and glared at the Doctor. "You're insane, you know that."

"Oh, that's been said more than once," the Doctor answered with a chuckle as he closed the doors of the TARDIS and turned to face Bevan. "I believe there might even be a certificate that verifies that diagnosis somewhere in here."

"Who are you?"

"Hmmmm," he hummed with a scratch at his sideburn. "That really depends on the situation, doesn't it? I'm a husband, a father, a scientist, holder of a mortgage and a car loan." He sighed. "Debt. So much debt to live on this planet in this parallel. Everything's at a cost, isn't it?"

"Answer me."

The Doctor's brows shot up. "Oh. I thought I was answering your question." He pressed his lips together and nodded with a roll of his eyes. "Of course in a rather round about method I suppose. But I like to think that I am many things." His eyes darkened, however. "But essentially, at my very core, who am I?"

Bevan clenched his fists at his sides and growled. "Add asshole to that list will you?"

The Doctor let out a short laugh. "Oh, I could do that, and I admit to having been called that more than once as well. Not always in English, though. There are variants to that insult from planet to planet, of course."

"Planet to planet. Black Holes. Who. Are. You?"

The Doctor grinned. "Oh. Who I am, Mr. Grogan, is a man who you really don't want to cross." He snorted a bull's snort. "And upsetting my wife and my children cross me in ways not even the Daleks can." He grinned. "And if a Dalek can drive me to genocide, then what will I do to a man who threatens my children and upsets the truest love of my many lives?"

Exasperation mixed with fear made Bevan growl a stuttered moan. "Lives?"

"Yes," he answered flatly. "Lives."

"How?"

"I am the Doctor," He said finally. "I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kaserborous. I am 915 years old and in my tenth, no, eleventh incarnation. I am known as the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds, and the killer of his own kind." He stalked a pair of strides forward. "I was exiled to this parallel by my brother who deemed me too dangerous to remain with him after I killed every member of a Dalek battle fleet in the fulfillment of a prophesy made by an insane squid-like creature." He stood before Bevan and smirked at the fear in his eyes. "I was left on this world with no TARDIS, no regenerations, only one heart, one life to live. All I had were the clothes on my back and the hand of Rose Tyler to hold on to." He smiled at the thought of his wife and the life given to him by the full Time Lord on Bad Wolf Bay. "Which, considering the alternative of travelling all of time and space alone where the hold of a human's hand withers and dies in the blink of an eye, is not so bad. Rose Tyler. The wonderful blonde shop girl who sacrificed everything and saved an old Time Lord's soul."

"No…"

"So you can imagine," he warned darkly. "Just how much it upsets me when my Rose Tyler is hurting." He growled. "My fury only grows when any one of the precious children Rose has gifted me with is hurt or treated poorly. My wife and children are my entire universe, Mr. Grogan. There is quite literally no power in the entire multiverse that will stop me from doing anything it takes to keep them safe and ensure their happiness."

Bevan shuddered at the chill in the Doctor's voice. "You. You're an alien?"

"Yep." The Doctor smiled. "Boo!"

Bevan let out an almost feminine yelp and stumbled back down onto his ass. He shuffled backward to escape, but found his retreat being shadowed by the hulking Time Lord that followed his every shift backward.

"Get away from me!"

"Your only escape is to throw yourself into a black hole, Mr. Grogan." He thumbed back to the door. "So. Off you go. Leave. I'm not going to stop you. In fact I'll give you a hand if you want me to."

Bevan raised his hand up to cover his eyes in hope that by blocking the image of the Doctor from sight that the man himself would disappear. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to be a man," the Doctor bellowed. "Be a man. Be a father. Teach your lad compassion, not aggression." He leaned over the cowering man. "Tell him to leave my son alone."

"Fine!" he yelled. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Swear it," the Doctor ordered. "Swear on it."

"I swear. I swear." He panted. "Just for God's sake take me home. Just take me home. I don't want to be here anymore."

The Doctor moved quickly toward the console of his ship. With a grin that was only slightly victorious, he flicked up a lever from the underneath of the TARDIS console. The whining and groaning of the engines roared up loudly.

"We're on our way," he said with a smirk. "You'll be back home only two seconds after you left."

"But how? We've been here for a half hour?"

He grinned. "I'm a Time Lord," he answered as though it was all the explanation required. His smile fell. "But do go and tell anyone," he warned. "We'll keep that as our secret."

"And if I don't?"

The Doctor grinned his manic grin as he petted the console of his ship. "Then me 'n TARDIS will just have to pay you another visit won't we." His look darkened. "And next time, the black hole of Fredunion will get an ape-sized meal."