The fandom has broken, I repeat the fandom has broken. I do not own Doctor Who.
I-I don't know where I am. It's all sort of fuzzy; I can't get a clear fix on anything. I look down at my hands; they're dirty and stained with something. He sniffs them curiously and wrinkles his nose as the strong smell of blood. Why did he smell of blood? Was he hurt? He gave himself a cursory check and discovered that he, himself, was not hurt. Did that-did that mean that he'd hurt someone? The Doctor sincerely hoped not. He straightened up, oh the Doctor that's right! His name is the Doctor! He grinned widely, well it wasn't much but it was a start.
There was a growling behind him and the Doctor turned to see a giant wolf with sharp fangs growling menacingly at him. The Doctor froze hoping that the wolf would not notice him. He sneered at himself; right a natural born predator wouldn't notice a warm body five meters in front of it. He was so busy keeping still and trying to avoid being eaten that he was startled by a something small and furry crawling into his lap. He looked down to see a wolf cub wagging its tail. It licked his nose.
The larger growling wolf, presumably the mother, stopped growling and slowly made it's way toward them. The Doctor made a small choking sound as three more small wolves began crawling all over him. Without even thinking about he reached down and began petting the silky fur of the nearest pup and it purred with contentment. The mother wolf was now directly in front of him, he tried not to show fear as she leaned in close to him. He closed his eyes only to open them as the wolf began to lick him. Though he was covered in slobber and his hair was now sticking up at odd angles he sighed in relief. The mother no longer saw him as a danger, he was safe.
She then walked away and the pups ran after her. His lap felt cold and empty without them, he was almost sad to see them go. Well he supposed he had things to do, he had to rediscover himself, literally, and who knew how long that would take. He heard a whining and was surprised to see the mother wolf and pups looking at him anxiously at the base of the ridge. One of the pups barked and he felt his heart blossom with warmth. Not only had he been spared by the wolves but he had been accepted. They were asking him to come with him and join their family. As far as he knew, he didn't have a family, but he thinks he might like me. Without much hesitation, the Doctor shed his ripped velvet jacket and cravat and joined his new brothers and sisters.
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The Doctor has been enjoying his six months living as a wolf cub in the woods. It was peaceful, the air was fresh and the feeling of the wind in his hair as he chased his siblings was quite wonderful. His younger sister stepped forward to lie on his chest and he stroked her the way she liked. He called her Nyssa though he didn't quite know why; all he knew was that with her kind, gentle temperament he couldn't call her anything else. His brother Jamie was hopping around on a nearby rock as he avoided his sister Susan's playful attacks. Elsewhere Romana was splashing in the stream while Alistair had rolled over and was ignoring the others as he tried to sleep.
Their mother came and, taking care that they weren't doing anything too dangerous, nuzzled them all. He hummed at the warm feeling of her warm fur. Mother's hugs were always the best. How had he lived in the lonely world where he had no family to cuddle with on cold nights? He sometimes found his thoughts drifting to his past life but all he ever ended up doing was watching the stars. A flash would come to him every now and then, a bright orange skyline or a silhouette of another humanoid but that was it. The Doctor chose not to think too much about it. He was happy here with his new family and any life that led to him being amnesic and covered in blood was no life he wanted. Mother suddenly started howling and they all perked up. Food was near and the chase was on. Nyssa jumped off him and took off followed quickly by the others. Mother glanced at him over her shoulder as if to ask if he was coming before she too ran off. He gave his limbs a quick stretch before chasing after them. If there was one thing that the Doctor was certain of in this crazy, forgotten world it was that he loved nothing more than running with his family.
Uh ok, I initially had another shot picked out (for One actually) but with the Eight fandom rising from the grave I decided this was more appropriate. Guys you have no idea how happy that minisode made me. I clearly love Classic Who as much as New Who and I had been disappointed that those 30 years weren't being properly celebrated. But in just 7 minutes Moffat brought back a forgotten Doctor, canonized Eight's entire Big Finish audio series, showed the regeneration we'd been wishing for since 1996 and gave us our first insight into the time war. I fell to the floor and wept with happiness. Anyway, enough of that. This is a silly one (Eight just died, I'm not emotionally ready to do another angsty one) but I had this one lying about so I decided to publish this one. Eight was always losing his memory so I figured he'd just run off and live with wolves, no broken Doctor, no death on Karn (a Fourth Doctor planet!), no rejection of morals. Oh my precious Paul McGann, you were splendid and I'll always be grateful that we had you back even if it was for just a short time. Sorry again it's late, I always forget how busy Thursdays are for me.