Sorry I haven't updated in ages! I finally got the push when Lady Clark-Weasley of Books sent me a review reply asking if I could upate!

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The woman hovered her hand over the door handle and glanced over her shoulder at John. He was tugging on his jacket sleeves nervously and trying not to catch her gaze. She touched his arm.

"You ready?" John sighed, and shrugged. "I know this is hard for you, but I promise, once you've come with me and seen what we're dealin' with, everythin' will be OK. You have to trust me," She told him, a reassuring smile lighting up her features. She grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the door open, offering him a seat. He crouched in and slid along the battered leather seats. He was greeted by a young black man, who was clutching hold of the wheel.

"Nice to meet you, sir. I've heard all about you," He said formally, throwing his hand in John's face.

"You have?" John shook the hand hastily and reached for his seat belt. The man jerked his chin in the direction of the blond woman, who was clambering in the small van.

"We're good friends. She tells me a lot," He explained, "Sometimes I wish she would stop goin' on, and on, and on-"

"Mickey!" The woman cut off sharply, glaring at him. Mickey chuckled to himself and started up the engine. "Have you heard from Torchwood?" She asked, shoving her seat belt in place and pushing back her hair.

"We should have word from them in about an hour or so. Why, are you desperate?" Mickey teased, as they swerved around a corner. John held onto his seat carefully. "I'm tellin' you, everythin' is gonna be fine! We've got him here, haven't we? All we need to do is-"

"Mickey, what have I told you about shuttin' up?" The woman interjected harshly. Mickey slumped back into his seat, looking like a young boy whom had just been scolded by his mother. "Anyway, is everythin' set up for John?" John stared blankly ahead, tuning into their conversation only slightly and keeping his eyes on the road. He drifted off into a vague daydream, before catching the woman's last quip, "-And what about Jack?"

"Still off somewhere. We can't get contact from him," Mickey responded as he switched the engine off and hopping out of the car. The woman smiled as she offered him a hand.

"Come on. I promise you, we're just gonna run some tests and find out what's goin' on." He clasped onto her hand and got out of the van, shaking himself down. "Right, before we begin, is there anythin' you want to know?"

"Who are you?" John asked simply. The woman averted her eyes away and slammed the van door shut.

"What sort of things do you need to know about me?"

"What's your name, I suppose. That would be a good one to start with," John chuckled. The woman inhaled deeply

"My name is-"

"John!" Mickey called, interrupting their conversation, "You comin', or what?" John looked at the woman, who was staring intently at the ground. He nodded, and followed Mickey quickly. The woman watched him leave, and trailed after them, her shoes dragging along the floor.

"Ma'am, could I have a word...?" The woman span on her heel to find herself face to face with Captain Magambo. The Captain swiftly raised her hand to her temple and saluted the woman.

"I've told you, don't salute!" The woman muttered, as the Captain dropped her hand hastily and cleared her throat.

"Is John ready?" She asked, smoothing down her uniform and looking over the woman's shoulder.

"I dunno. Mickey's just showing him to the TARDIS, you know, to see if it jogs his memory a bit," the woman replied, as they came to a huge computer, with many wires trailing off around the huge warehouse. The woman waltzed to John, who was gaping up at the ceiling in awe. She grabbed his shoulders and guided him in the direction of the small blue box. He frowned. "Is it awake?" The woman cocked her head around to Captain Magambo, who nodded and smiled faintly.

"Seems to be quiet today. Ticking over. Like it's waiting."

"Do you want to see it?" The woman offered, grinning. "They salvaged it from underneath the Thames. Go on, take a look inside," She pushed him forward slowly as he glanced up at the name.

"Police box? What has this got to do with the stars going out?" John asked, as he gently rested his hand against the wood.

"Just go inside," She repeated, tilting her head to the side as he stepped inside cautiously. She looked over at Mickey who was grinning. It was an odd sight to see the Doctor scared to step into his own ship. It was one that he would definitely remember for a long time.

"No way!" John's voice called, as he jumped back out and ran around the box, trailing his hand along the side. The woman chuckled to herself, watching him.

"What do you think?" She asked, once he had stopped inspecting the box. He blinked at her and sighed.

"Can I have a coffee?"


John warmed his hands on the piping hot mug of liquid. Mickey came over to him and smiled.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah. Bit odd though. Who's is it?" John asked, raising the mug to his lips and sipping on the coffee carefully.

"The Doctor's," Mickey replied.

"Oh, right. So, that's me?" Mickey nodded, throwing a look in the blond woman's direction. She was busy tapping her index fingers onto a huge touchscreen computer. Mickey turned back to John and sighed. "Who is she, Mickey? And why does she want me to be this Doctor man? I'm John Smith, I don't understand what she wants with me!"

"You two used to travel together, in the TARDIS-"

"The what?"

"That blue box thing...the one you couldn't believe you were seeing. That belonged to you," Mickey responded, before taking a deep breath, "You two used to travel together through time and space, lovin' every minute. Lovin' every thrill, every exciting new danger that you got into, even lovin' the aliens that you defeated together. She even loved you, mate, but you got separated at this battle, the battle at-"

"Canary Wharf," John spluttered, his voice a quiet whisper. Mickey stared at him.

"How did you know that? That hasn't even happened in this universe..." He trailed off. "What else do you remember?" Images suddenly flashed up into John's head. A metal man, no, hundreds off them, crawling around the streets of London. A gliding pepper pot. A slap. A young blond girl, her eyes tinged with gold, dividing ships and fleets with her bare hands. A werewolf. A kiss. More metal men. The devil. A tearful goodbye to the girl with the golden sight. A bride. A hospital, a young black woman. Witches, and more pepper pots, and the words 'Vote Saxon'. The Titanic. The bride again. A volcano. A giant buzzing wasp, and a shuttle bus. Screams. A colourful alleyway, choked with stalls. Then John opened his eyes and gasped. "You alright, John?" Mickey asked, clutching his arm for support. John's dazed behaviour clamied the woman's attention and strode over to them.

"What's happenin'?" The woman asked, as John held onto his chest. "John, are you alright? Speak to me! Mickey, what the hell did you do?"

"Me? I didn't do anythin'!" Mickey protested, still holding onto John's arm. The woman called for medical assistance hastily and checked John's pupils. He looked up at the blond girl and memories came flooding back. He felt it build up inside of him, and he remember everything about his life as 'The Doctor'. He remember Donna Noble, the bolshy, feisty redhead who could make him laugh no matter what. Martha Jones, the medical student, who was caring, strong and intelligent. He remembered his old regenerations, and the companions whom he had, a numerous amount of them. Looking back up at this woman, his heart jumped one last time. He then fell and everything went black and there was nothing left to remember.