Disclaimer: The BBC has dropped the lawsuit against me. They decided that they had no chance of winning, since David is just as good at being a lawyer as he is at being the Doctor. Unfortunately, they still don't agree that I owned Doctor Who. When will they give up?
Chapter 11- Dr. Storm
The group followed River to what appeared to be a giant laboratory. The room was huge with lots of tables on which jars and vials filled with various and numerous substances were everywhere to be seen. On the walks were shelves stuffed full with books on every subject known to man and even a few that man was yet to discover or invent.
"Whoever this Dr. Storm is," said Eleven whispering to Nine and Ten, "he must be a man who enjoys knowledge."
"He's a mad scientist by the looks of this lab." said Ten, not altogether unimpressed with the place.
"Who is this Dr. Storm, River?" Amy asked as they walked. River ignored her and walked on in silence.
In the middle of the room they stopped. They found a man sitting at a chair reading what appeared to be a newspaper from the present time. "They're here." River told them. The man put down his newspaper and looked up.
He looked young, too young to be the leader behind an evil plot. He couldn't be more than nineteen years of age, but the doctors knew well enough that age had nothing to do with will and intelligence. After all look what happened to Luke Rattagan? No, it wasn't the man, or boy's which ever you prefer, age, that made them all gasp in surprise. It was his eyes.
His eyes looked far too old to belong to such a young face. They were eyes that had seen many great and wonderful things, they were eyes that had experienced many losses and horrors, they were eyes that belonged to someone who lost their mind. One look at those eyes and they all realized he was mad. Not mad crazy, not mad with vengeance, but mad with grief and despair. This man, or boy, would clearly not hesitated to take his own life and anyone else who dared to try and stop him.
No one spoke, moved, or even dared to breathe for a few seconds. Finally, Dr. Storm smiled, but it was a smile filled not with happiness, but with immense sorrow. If the doctors hadn't been so angry with him for what he was trying to do, they would have felt sorry for him.
"Took you long enough to get here. I expected you much sooner." He gestured to some nearby chairs. "Please sit." His voice was like his eyes. It didn't sound right coming out of his mouth and Ten found himself wincing when he spoke, but Dr. Storm didn't seem to notice.
They all took seats, except for River who moved to stand back behind Dr. Storm's chair, and waited for him to speak. "Well, I must say it is... a pleasure to see you all again. It seems forever."
"Again?" asked Eleven in surprise. "You know us?"
Dr. Storm smiled his sad smile again. "Yes, I know you. All of you. I know you better than you can ever imagine. You," he said turning to Jack, "you lost your memory and you have no idea why. You believe that it was taken away from you by other Time Agents and you are trying to find out why. Want my advice? Don't. The knowledge with only bring you pain."
Jack blinked at him in surprise. "What else do you know?" he demanded.
"Oh, lots more, but it would take too much time to say it all. Most if it you have yet to learn and will experience without my help. I cannot interfere by telling you, Captain Jack Harkness. You," he said moving on to Amy, "you're Amelia Pond, the girl who didn't make sense, the girl who waited, the girl with the crack on her wall. And of course her husband, Rory Williams." Rory fidgeted nervously. "You waited 2000 years. I have always admired you for that. The man who was erased from history but was brought back by her memories."
He turned to the doctors staring at them in turn. "Then of course there's you. The Doctor. All three of you are one and the same, yet different. You are the same man, but with different faces and different personalities, yet you three have one thing in common that none of the previous regenerations of you had." He fell silent as if he refused to say what that was. "You are the last of your kind. You rarely travel alone and you've seen and done much in your long life."
"And what about you?" demanded Ten. "You haven't said a word about yourself. Why do you want to erase Rose from history. What has she ever done to you that makes you hate her enough for that?"
Dr. Storm barely moved, but his eyes blazed in obvious rage. "How dare you! How dare you jump to conclusions? You think I hate Rose Tyler? On the contrary! No one could care for her more."
"Then how come," asked Eleven not believing a word this young man said, "you want to get rid of her? Your actions say different then your words." He was having a hard time keeping his temper as were Ten and Nine.
"What I am doing I am doing for our...your good. To spare you the pain and anguish yet to come. Believe me, if I do not act now, there will come a day when you suffer such pain of heart that you will wish you had never even been born.
"Who are you?" Nine demanded. "What gives you the right to change history likes this and to steal away a young woman's life?" All three regenerations of the doctor were ready to jump up and strangle him if necessary.
"Haven't you guessed yet?" Dr. Storm asked quietly. "I am the one who brought you here. I am the man who is much older than he looks. I am the last of my kind. I am the Oncoming Storm. I am the last of the Time Lords. I am the twelfth regeneration of the Doctor!"
Author's Note: Yes, I know I'm evil! Muahahahahahah! But I can honestly say I'm pretty sure none of you were expecting that. Now, of course I expect lots of reviews. Feel free to hate me if you wish, but all will be revealed soon, so please! Keep reading! Hopefully, I'll be able to get another chapter up today.
