Ok I lied. I managed to write a chapter before I said I would be able to. Sorry. I have realised though where this is going and I think it will be great! Enjoy this chapter

The Doctor opened his eyes. His neck was hurting and he felt dizzy.

There was a bright light in his face making it hard to see.

"So," A voice said from nowhere. It was cold, and full of hatred. "You have returned to face the consequences of you actions, Doctor. I see you have also regenerated AGAIN." This voice did not sound nice at all, but the Doctor knew all too well who this was.

The Doctor tried to move but couldn't. He was tied up, but nonetheless he could not feel his hands. Or his arms for that matter. Or his legs. He tried to speak, but nothing happened. Surely the spiders have not paralysed me, the Doctor thought grateful that his mind was still working at least. The Doctor recalled his encounter with these spiders during his third self. They did not have dangerous bites when he last met them.

The light was still shining in his face but the voice carried on.

"You are extremely lucky Doctor. We arrived just in time. Otherwise, you would have been taken to Her. Unfortunately, we were not able to save your companion. She was carried away to the queen." The voice had an edge of sympathy now. This was more like the voice the Doctor knew.

Not much loss there then, the Doctor thought about Jackie but knew he wouldn't abandon her so easily as this.

"We scared most of the spiders away. We've only just developed weapons that can be used against them which is why they were suddenly scared. They're not totally effective, but it works better than the old weapons. We managed to kill a few and brought them back for examination. Our professor of science is studying them right now." The voice droned on.

The Doctor still could not move, but some feeling was coming back to his fingers. It was wearing off. It must wear off quickly for Timelords, as it most certainly will not last as short as this for humans.

"Why did you leave all those years ago?" The voice asked.

The Doctor didn't answer. Couldn't answer.

"Ah yes. The venom is still at large within your body. Yes, we may not know much about these spiders, but we know about their venom. It lasts a good few hours on humans and its how they managed to enslave most of them. Do not worry we will get our answer out of you," The voice said. "Try talking. It may be wearing off as your an alien."

The Doctor tried. He could move his mouth slowly but no sound came out for the time being.

"No? Does not matter at the moment. I shall brief you on the details of what has happened." The voice cleared its throat and began.

"1970's. A strange man arrives in UNIT, tall, old and in a blue police box which he calls a TARDIS. He told us he had two companions, Jamie and Zoe, but they had both died which we found suspicious. He stayed a while, helping our science department until he found this Blue Crystal which he gave to Miss Grant. Of course, those spider beings worship that Crystal and found a way into UNIT. They killed Miss Grant but you managed to hold them back and take the crystal. The spiders came back though. I remember the day when we told you about this. Your face was a picture. You had suddenly drained of all colour and started to mumble and make up excuses. Then you claimed to get some equipment to fight these beings from your TARDIS then whisked off and this is the first time we've seen that box since. Of course, we've tried to hold the spiders back since. At first, our weapons were working against them, but they suddenly became immune and there was too many. They overran UNIT and we were forced to evacuate. We found shelter underground but they overran the country. They enslaved the humans they could reach which was millions. Luckily we managed to get many to safety in foreign countries and underground in various cities. Still a great number perished though." The voice stopped for a moment. There was a slight sucking noise. Water. The voice continued, "The country was infested. They overran all the English cities. They had trouble with the Scottish and the Welsh who had the mountains to retreat to but they still got them in the end. The rest of the world remains unaffected at the time being, though most of Europe is on red alert with every plane and ship that enters their country. Anyway, these spiders have made some queens now. They seem to fatten one up and let her rule. There are three big ones that we know of. Others are minor compared to these three. One is set in the Old Trafford stadium in Manchester. Another in the DVLA headquarters in Swansea. The third is right here in London in Buckingham Palace." The voice stopped again. This time for good. The Doctor had time to reflect.

My timestream was already altered in my second incarnation, he thought. He knew how instantly. He should have called the Timelords to put a stop to the War Games which would result in his exile to earth and regenerating with Jamie and Zoe returning to their own timelines with no recollection of their adventures. Obviously he never which costs the lives of Jamie and Zoe and led to him still being able to travel in time and space. He assumed that the War Games still forced him to regenerate even without the help of his people. The Doctor felt a pang of remorse as he thought of Jo Grant.

His mind kept coming back to what the voice had said about his third self being drained of colour and leaving suddenly. Why would I do that? the Doctor thought. Why would I not call the Timelords either? he questioned himself and as clear as the sun the answer came to him.

I knew how I was going to regenerate each time. It made sense. The second Doctor knew that calling the Timelords would cause him to regenerate but that did not matter as he still did anyway as the Third Doctor knew that these spiders would kill him. How could I have been so stupid? How could they have known? The Doctor questioned himself but he already knew how.

"Try speaking again." The voice asked. The light was beginning to bug the Doctor as he couldn't see a thing and was hurting his eyes. The Doctor tried and found he could speak.

"Well met, old friend." The Seventh Doctor said.

The light switched off and the room lights came on, incredibly dimmer. The Doctor's eyes adjusted on a man much older than he remembered though it had been 30 years. Lines were beginning to show on his face through the strain and exhaustion of fighting these spiders for over 30 years. Grey hairs were dominant in his hair line. Despite all this, he was still instantly recognisable.

"I think not, Doctor." The Brigadier repeated.