A/N: This one's not quite as long, but it does more explaining. The next one will be longer :D


Creeping as stealthily as he could, the Doctor made his way slowly back to the control room, keeping his eyes and mind alert. Behind him, he tried to ignore another of Missy's cries. She wasn't calling for him, and that's all that mattered. He had to figure out what was going on, and just what was on his Tardis.

Approaching the doorway, he tried to peer in without being seen. From his position pressed against the wall, all he could see was the figure of a man standing near the control panel.

"Come on in, Doctor," a voice called to him. "This is your Tardis after all."

It bloody well was his Tardis, though it wasn't being treated as such! "Who are you?" The Doctor asked, entering cautiously and staring at his uninvited guest with hard eyes.

"Now Doctor, does that matter?" The blonde haired man asked with a smile, clasping his hands together. "All that should matter is that I'm here. Just in time too!"

"It matters very much who you are!" The Doctor retorted, somewhat taken aback by the man's attitude. "How the hell did you get in here anyways?

"My own Tardis, of course," the man answered as though the Doctor should have known this. "You didn't see the extra pillar reaching to the ceiling?"

Well, that would explain why he felt the presence was coming from the roof. The Doctor momentarily looked up, then back to the man, allowing no emotion to enter his hard expression. He could feel stupid for missing that later.

…Just how did he miss it anyways?

"You have a lot on your mind, Doctor," the man assured him, and the Doctor had yet to figure out why he seemed so friendly. "It happens to the best of us. Sometimes, things just slip by without us noticing."

No, not to him, not something like this, especially since the destruction of his home. "You're a Time Lord," the Doctor finally spoke, and the man nodded. "How?"

"By birth of course," he answered with a light hearted mood, one the Doctor didn't share. "Well, to be more specific Doctor, I'm from the past. However, I'm here to change the future. Your future."

"You're behind this then," the darker haired of the two Time Lords deduced, still keeping a safe distance.

"The baby?" The man asked. "Technically Doctor, you…"

"No," The Doctor stopped him, anger slipping into his voice. "No. You are behind this. I was controlled, as was she! Neither of us acted of our own free will!

"But it could have been your own free will. She's a rather attractive girl, is she not? Well, she could be after she recovers a bit more from her previous living situation. She's intelligent too. Just your type," his guest pointed out.

There was no reason to argue about this, so he decided not to even justify the remark with an answer. "Just how did you manage to control us?"

He smiled in response, holding his arms out and looking at the Tardis. "I connected with your Tardis. Combined with my own telepathy, it was able to penetrate your mind, and the mind of your companion."

"You turned my Tardis against me? My own ship?" The Doctor couldn't believe it, and he shot a glare towards the Tardis controls. He'd give it a telling off for being a traitor later.

"Not against you, no," the other Time Lord disagreed. "For you. You see Doctor," as he spoke, a baby's cry interrupted. A woman with dirty blonde hair that matched the man's walked in with a squirming, wailing bundle. "You are no longer alone."

"I'm…" he started, but the woman smiled and laid the baby in his arms. At that instant, his anger melted away to awe at the new life. He had nearly forgotten how amazing the feeling of holding his own child was.

"Meet your son," she smiled warmly. "We're not your enemies. We came as friends. You're not the last of the Time Lords anymore."

"Well I'm not anyways if you two are here," he pointed out, his eyes transfixed on the tiny face of the boy in his arms.

"We aren't staying, Doctor," the woman replied sombrely. "We have to go back to our time, as I'm sure my brother has explained that we are not from here. We have a war to fight."

At once, he realized what she meant. "The Time War," he whispered. "No, but that…"

The man nodded. "We know how it ends. We die."

"Then don't go!" The Doctor pleaded, surprised at himself. "Stay here!" Enough people had died in that war. If they had managed to evade the time lock that had been placed on the war, why shouldn't they stay? "I don't want to be alone," he whispered pleadingly.

Both shook their heads. "You know as well as we do that we have to go back." That he did, but he could ignore it. Couldn't he? "We can't change time like that," the woman told him. "Doctor, we both die. However, you don't."

"Maybe you just assume that you're dead? If you're here now, maybe that means you're living somewhere else right now, future versions of yourselves!" He tried to reason, but he knew otherwise. Until this moment, he'd felt alone. There was no trace of any other Time Lords in his head. Even now, it didn't feel right as they were from the past, and the past was gone.

"No," The man answered, his smile now sad. "We have to do what we have to do; our duties to our home. You of all people should understand that. We know that you don't want to be alone, so that's why we came. Your son makes it so you aren't alone."

He did understand duty, though he didn't like it. "How's Missy?" He asked, accepting that nothing he could do or say would make them change their minds.

The woman beamed. "She's fine. Worn out, but fine. She'll be joining you here shortly. Time's still increased in the room, although not as greatly as before, so she's recovering quickly. We'll fix it back to the way it was when we leave."

"When… when will that be?" The Doctor asked, hoping it wouldn't be for a while. With the two of them here, it was almost as if the war never happened. It was almost as if everyone were still alive.

Almost.

"In due time, Doctor. We wanted to be sure you're all right," the man replied. "Your life's been changed drastically within a matter of hours. Not many can handle that well."

"We thought that you could, because you are not many," the woman explained to him gently. "Your companion as well."

"I…" He looked down to the quiet infant in his arms and managed a smile. "I'll be fine."

"Good, then we have to go now," the woman spoke softly, smiling. "The baby in your arms, along with his mother, are special. You're no longer alone, and there's more to them then you think."

He looked down at his now quiet son who was holding his finger tightly. "What do you mean?" He started to ask, but looked up to a flash of light, and saw them no more. He was alone by the controls, with his infant son cradled close to him.