A quick note from the author: I had these stories on here earlier, but took them down to completely rewrite them.

But these are now returning….completely…without any changes for now. These were my first experiments with writing and as I still don't really know what I'm doing, I'm just editing the grammar in places and just throwing everything back up here. They were fine for years and I'm sorry I took them down. They were organized a hell of a lot better online than they are on my computer.

Also, I'm publishing this as one series (or story) so keep that in mind as you read. Otherwise, you going to be confused.

I'm also publishing online at Archive of our Own and through Amazon. If you want more information on that, just message me.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for the reviews. Thank you for always being so encouraging!

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I am returning these FanFics to their rightful place. Yes, I took them all down and I apologize for that. I have found that through their absence that I had been using them for a stress release. I have been told by several reviewers that they were reading them to have a place to escape to, as well. 2020 has been so hard for so many.

I truly hope that these stories find you well.

To the re-release!

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Preface -
The Doctor Duplicate, in a human body, has been left on the beach at Bad Wolf Bay along with Rose Tyler. Learning to cope with his new life, the Doctor falls into a deep depression. As a human with a Time Lord consciousness, he prepares himself for what will be an even shorter lifespan than Rose realizes. Wasting no time, the Doctor and Rose began to explore a relationship together. Giving in to his primal human urges, he seeks comfort in sex and drinking.

Rose is beginning to see more and more of the Bad Wolf entity that is beginning to take over her existence. Popping in and possessing Rose at unknown times, the Bad Wolf seeks to spend time with her former lover. The Doctor is so wrapped up in what is happening with himself, doesn't notice.

Through a near-fatal attack, the Bad Wolf returns the Doctor to a full Time Lord. Now the Doctor's depression of his shortened life span is no longer a problem, but he's too deep in "domestics" with a small baby and an adopted little girl, Genie.

The Doctor has taken a job as a Doctor on the planet of Plentitude which has given him a space ship so he can travel. It has helped his longing for his old life, but only a bit.

Tony Tyler continues to recover from his kidnapping from an alien race who were only able to be described as demons. We are beginning to see where a lot of anger is beginning to build in the small child, which only grows stronger as he grows older. With the older version of Tony Tyler now living in this time period, we can clearly see how the path of his anger is driving him towards something destructive.

Tony Stark has taken Soler (or Soli) into his home to care for the young boy. Being a creature of legend, Tony is also helping him discover his abilities. Tony and Pepper have secretly gotten married on the homeworld of the Quauthin and after an attack, Tony fears that Pepper had been killed. Thankfully, Lewis has been able to keep her safe and had brought her to be reunited with Tony.

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What's happening here?

The children have taken the TARDIS and traveled back 18 years to the same point that the Doctor and Rose are currently at with the younger children. The Doctor has quit his position at Torchwood, but the Director, Pete Tyler, has refused his resignation.

Meanwhile, Rose is completely livid with her Doctor for putting her to sleep, and sending her away against her wishes, yet again. Tony Tyler decides to go on a hunt for those who have harmed him and killed his parents. Tony Stark finds a new Doctor who begins a treatment for his PTSD, while Legate and Genie continue their secret romance.

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Chapter 1 – Doctor and Doctor

Tony Tyler sat next to Legate at a round, wooden table inside of a dirty bar. Music played loudly by some odd, alien band while others around them played some odd game that resembled billiards. Other aliens of various sorts, laughed and drank at other tables. Large monitors displayed a stadium where a game would soon be played.

Lartius and Poltious sat across the table. All of them were drinking something from a pitcher that was smoking.

Legate smiled, "Yes. A cell key. Have you heard of those, Poltious?"

Poltious sat back and propped his arm on the back of Lartius' seat. "Only recently."

"Well, I've not heard of this. What the hell is it?" Lartius insisted.

"It unlocks any lock. You just place it on the lock and click." Poltious told him.

"Really? Does it work?"

Legate pointed at Tony. "Well, we'll know soon enough. Tony has one. Mine's on order."

Lartius refilled his glass. He had already drank so much that smoke rolled out of his ears. "Sounds a bit…"

"It is." Legate grinned.

Lartius smiled at his grandson. "Then count me in, then! Order one for me and Poltious!"

Poltious chuckled and refilled his drink. "Indeed! Sounds like something we all need."

"Where is it put?" Lartius asked.

Tony held out his hand. "Usually there in the palm. But, Legate the Second-"

"Hang on. Who is that?" Poltious asked.

"It's how they are keeping us separate." Legate explained.

"Oh. Then, you would be the Second, and the other Legate would be the Third. My father was the First." Lartius insisted.

Legate grinned, "Yes, sir."

"Ah, hell. I'm sorry. You were saying, Tony?"

Tony smiled, "Legate suggested that I have it put in my forearm. Like he has. They will look for them in your palm."

"Well, of course." Poltious nodded. "You can put your palm on things. It's more practical. That would make more sense."

Legate refilled his and Tony's glasses. Legate's ears had begun to smoke, too.

Tony continued, "In the future, that's where they look for them…. in your palm."

Lartius pointed at Tony. "The man makes complete sense. Poltious! We will get them in our arms, too. Like Legate the Third has."

"I might get mine in my finger. Just there on the end." Poltious nodded. "We might have to get a tattoo as well."

"I've already made a Life Promise to someone." Lartius insisted.

Poltious grinned. "Legate has a tattoo of a lighthouse. I haven't seen it, but…it's special to him."

"As a tattoo should be." Lartius insisted. "I've always told my boys that if they are going to get a tattoo, it has to be for the kingdom, or a woman. Hopefully, his is for a woman."

Poltious grinned and sipped his drink.

Legate pointed at Poltious. "Alright. What is that?"

"What is what?" Poltious asked.

Legate smiled. "I saw that. You know don't you?"

"Of course I know! I'm that man's father. I'm surprised he's told you."

Legate pointed at himself. "I am that man!"

"Did he tell you who it is?" Poltious asked.

"He refused to say-"

Poltious held his drink and pointed at his son. "You really shouldn't know."

"But, you do know."

Poltious grinned. "Indeed, I do."

Lartius shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck you guys are talking about."

"Neither do I." Tony admitted as his ears began to smoke. "I've drank too much to follow their weird, family thing, here."

Lartius nodded, "Right? I declare they have to all telepathically join. And do they tell me anything? No! I'm still in the dark! You have no idea how boring my life has become. It's shit!"

A beautiful woman, who was an odd teal color with pink hair, sat another two pitchers of the smoking liquid on the table. Lartius sat up and looked at her. "Excuse me, ma'am. I had gotten a bit, annoyed."

She smiled, "It's quite alright. May I get you anything else?"

Legate smiled as he looked her up and down. She wore a very short skirt that probably didn't hurt her tips at all. "Umm…yes. Are the bets closed for the game tonight?"

"No. The bartender is holding all bets. But, I'll tell you, Plentitude is favored to win."

Legate shook his head in disbelief. "They've said that for years."

Poltious rose his eyebrow at his son. "You're making a bet?"

"Why wouldn't he!?" Lartius declared. "Give us a minute, ma'am."

She winked, "Of course. I'll be back shortly."

Legate tilted his seat back to get a good look at the short skirt as she walked away. Poltious put his foot on the front of the chair and sat it back down on the floor, hard.

Legate threw up his hands. "What?!"

Poltious pointed at him. "You have a girl."

"He, has a girl. Not me." He insisted.

Poltious laughed and drank some more of the smoking liquid.

Tony shook his head. "Legate doesn't have a girl."

Lartius' ears smoked even worse. "Legate has a girl?"

Poltious smiled and looked back at his king. "Where have you been? We were just talking about this. Yes, he has a girl. And she's completely stunning."

Tony shook his head. "Legate does not have a girl! I would know."

Lartius waved his hand. "Forget this. Tony. Tell me who will win the playoffs."

Tony grinned. "Where I'm from, Plentitude has a 100 year losing streak."

Lartius laughed and drank some more. "I can see that. They are simply…shit."

Poltious grinned. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. Soli, Tony and Pepper are at the playoffs in the future. That's the reason we didn't bring Soler with us."

Legate clapped his hands together in excitement. "Oh, I'm placing a bet. A large bet!"

"As will I. What shall we bet?" Lartius smiled.

Poltious shook his head. "I've drank too much to make a bet-"

"That's the worse reason I've ever heard in my entire life." Tony insisted as he slurred his words.

"You are an embarrassment to the Quauthin people." Lartius shook his head at his friend.

Poltious looked surprised back at Legate. "Do you see this?"

"Completely pissed, you should still be able to make a bet, Poltious. Think of something." Legate laughed and called the waitress back over.

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Samuel stood in front of the wall of monitors inside of the med bay. He looked over reports that the computer was delivering to him as he drank a cup of coffee.

Friday spoke, "Samuel, there is a transmission for you."

"Brilliant. Please, put it on the screen here."

The Doctor appeared in a small section of the screen. Samuel smiled at his father. "And good morning there, Dad."

"Good evening, Samuel." He smiled as he loosened his tie and sat down behind a desk. He appeared to be in a room with white and blue sterile walls. "How long have you lot been back?"

"4 hours and 19 minutes. Arles is nearly finished with the school."

"It's going well, then?"

"That's the word."

He grinned. "Fantastic. I can't wait to see it."

Sam sipped his coffee. "Thanks for getting right back to me. I'm finding some stuff here that you will find interesting. Are we on a secure connection?"

The Doctor held up his finger. "Just, one second, Sam." He turned to his side and spoke to a woman wearing all white in an odd language. She agreed with whatever he said and left. He pressed a few buttons on the desk and nodded, "We're secure."

"Who is that? Riuwei?" Sam asked.

"No. Naxie."

"Naxie?"

He nodded, "Yeah. I would think you would know these people."

Sam shook his head. "No. I'm not familiar with a Naxie."

"Anyway, no spoilers. She's gone. It's just me here."

"Where is Tony?"

The Doctor shook his head and laughed under his breath. "With Lartius, Poltious, and Legate. I don't know the details, but they are collecting their winnings from a large bet."

Sam grinned. "That sounds like Tony. It's good to hear he's back to himself."

"It's a process. I worry what he will get up to with those three. So far, there's only been betting and drinking. A lot of drinking. Tony's ears will smoke for days."

Samuel laughed.

The Doctor tapped his finger on the desk and became serious. "Before we get into this, tell me what you know about Arles."

"Arles, Dad?"

"Yes. Who is he seeing?"

"Himself? What are you on about?"

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at his son. "You know something."

Sam laughed, "Oh, come on. You can't tell that with me."

"You just…have a look."

"Dad. Focus. I'm going over these files from Genie. Both girls."

The Doctor nodded and turned on a monitor that sat next to him on the desk. "Alright. I see it."

"There are three samples. The first one, doesn't really matter. Never mind that. What I want you to look at is the second and third one."

"These are both from the older Genie?"

"Yes." Sam told him and sat down his coffee. "I took this one last night, and the other one this morning. Only 43 minutes ago."

The Doctor put on his glasses and looked at the screen. "What was the length of time in between?"

"Nine hours."

The Doctor looked back at the screen, "Save the rounding for your Uncle Stark."

"Eight hours, 31 minutes and 17 seconds." Sam told him as he crossed his arms.

The Doctor shook his head. "Nah. That's not right."

"I've checked it four times. Dad, it's right."

"This shows….huh….interesting." He pointed at the screen. "Tell me more about this sickness."

"When Genie was so ill, the people at the hospital on Nimiset gave her some medicine that nearly killed her. Then, they attempted to pull it out of her blood stream to keep you from finding out their mistake."

The Doctor took off his glasses and looked shocked. "What?"

"Arles sorted them out, Dad. Don't worry about that. Lewis and Lartius were still working to clear up the legal bit with the law enforcement there when we left."

The Doctor rose his eyebrows. "Oh. I think I need more details on that later, son."

"He's the son of Lewis the Quauhtin. Would you expect any less?"

"No, not really."

"Genie nearly died because of their error, and the cover up. Mum came into the room and….did a thing…."

The Doctor understood and sat back in the chair. "Right. I know what you are talking about."

"I know Mum can do things, but something like this?"

"Have you ever heard the story about Jack Harkness and Platform One?"

"That was her?"

"Oh yes." He said as he went back to looking at the files on the screen.

"I wasn't there. But, no one…well, in the family, were surprised by it. You kept Genie in the med bay for several weeks after that to ensure she was alright."

"Well, yeah. Depending on what they gave her, I could control the atmosphere there. Help pull it out."

"Yes. Exactly. Well, this information shows not only does Genie not have any signs of Sluyahiri, but she appears to have stopped aging at a normal rate."

The Doctor put back on his glasses and looked at the screen. "Yes. It's rather…" He took his glasses off and looked at the screen. "Have you told her about this?"

"No. I wanted to make sure I was right. She's already questioning other things."

"Like what?"

"She asked me to do a test to see if she was actually a Rixarlarian."

The Doctor laughed under his breath. "She's the most Rixarlarian Rixarlarian I've ever met in all of my lives."

"And that's what I told her."

The Doctor leaned on the desk. "But, you did it anyway."

"She's my sister. She asked me for help."

The Doctor nodded proudly. "Good man. What did you find?"

"She's Rixarlarian, alright. But, nearly 98%. The remaining 2% was inconclusive."

The Doctor rubbed his hands together. "I've actually never tested her. Her Mum, Melissa, was from Earth. That's what we knew. She was attacked by…well, you've probably heard the stories."

"Yes."

The Doctor shook his head. "I've never tested her. I know Melissa was lovely. Not the level a Rixarlarian would be, but…"

Sam grinned, "An ugly Rixarlarian would still be a beautiful woman."

The Doctor rubbed his face. "Oh, Lewis is driving me mental. Sorry, he's in my head. So, Melissa was a Rixarlarian?"

"That's what this is showing. Would Mum know?"

He shook his head.

"Can you ask her?"

"She's not speaking to me."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dad-"

"It's not your place to get involved with something between me and your Mum!"

Sam held out his hands, "I wouldn't dream of it."

He groaned, "Oh, she's pissed."

Sam picked back up his coffee and drank it to mask his smile.

"Ah, enough about that. So, with Genie…."

"She's still on the ship. Legate is keeping an eye on her for me."

The Doctor nodded. "Good. If she thought she was getting sick, what was it?"

"She keeps getting asked, by all of us, if she's alright. Maybe she finally decided that she might not be."

He nodded, "Makes sense. I'll be home in a few days-"

"You have Top Gear-"

The Doctor dramatically dropped his head on the desk. "Damn. I do. Oh, I'll call Pepper and get that sorted."

"Not Mum?"

The Doctor pointed warningly at his son. "No! Don't mention me to your Mum."

"Right, sorry." Sam sat back down his cup. "Okay. Do you want me to do any more samples from Genie?"

The Doctor thought as he looked back at the screens. "This is interesting."

"Dad?" Sam asked.

"How is she with needles?"

"She hates them. She'd rather you do it."

"Then how are you getting these samples?"

Sam had expected this. "She's been very brave."

"Why?"

"Because, she wants to know, too."

"She would have waited for me-"

"Dad-"

"That's the look again." He pointed at the screen. "You know something."

Sam groaned. "She would rather you do it, so I'll sit on this information. How long did you say you'll be gone?"

"I'll try to get-" He took off his glasses and grinned. "Tony Tyler just won himself a ship."

Sam laughed, "Did he?"

The Doctor laughed, "Hang on. They are all talking at once in my head."

Sam crossed his arms and smiled. "What else?"

"I can't even make it out. They are all going nuts. Oh! Tony's ship. Stark."

"Arles told him."

The Doctor pointed at the screen. "I have him a better one!"

"Alright! Well done! What did you get?"

"Well, I have several. I'm going to let him pick. Tuwo Wenck left everything he owned to me. Do you want a ship?"

"Hell yeah!" Sam insisted. "A fast and small one."

He grinned. "No."

Sam groaned. "Dad!"

The Doctor grinned. "I'll contact you later. Good work, kid. Love you."

"Yeah, love you." Sam smiled.

The Doctor started to end the call, "And I'm going to get this out of you about Arles!"

"Ha! Good luck, Dad. I can't tell you anything I don't know!"

The Doctor smiled and ended the transmission.

Sam shook his head and laughed in disbelief. "Oh, I'm so dead."

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