The Doctor stared up at the statue. He definitely did not remember this. And you would think that becoming the darkest part of yourself and then taking over London would be a bit hard to forget. Unless...

The Doctor thought back to past adventures in which he had met future versions of himself. As a sort of failsafe to avoid paradoxes, he sometimes lost his memories of those adventures. Could that be the reason he couldn't remember becoming the Valeyard? Because he had met a future regeneration? This regeneration?

The Doctor frowned at the thought. It made sense but it didn't help with the wrongness he felt. The idea of becoming the Valeyard had been a shadow over the Doctor's shoulder ever since that damn trial. It had been an unthinkable possibility that he had run from with all he had. After the Time War, the shadow had only gotten bigger and closer and the Doctor was so sure it would catch up with him. But then he had met her and for a short while, the shadow had gone. It wasn't even a possibility anymore. How could he turn dark when he had someone so bright in his life? The answer, of course, was having that brightness ripped away from him. But even through that, and even through losing every one of his friends afterwards, he had kept the shadow at bay. It wasn't until Bowie Base One that the possibility felt more like an inevitability. He had come so close. The Time Lord Victorious. But he had made it through, or so he thought.

So much for being on holiday.

He continued to stare at the statue, deciding the best course of action. He had three options. Option One: find the resistance and gather as much information as he could; Option Two: find the Valeyard's place of residence and burst through the doors, demanding an explanation (not the best plan but certainly the quickest); or Option Three: get himself captured.

He had just decided on going with Option One when the three policemen appeared, guns at the ready.

'Hands in the air,' demanded one the men and the Doctor obliged. 'You're under arrest.'

Option Three it was then.

'Might I ask what I am being arrested for?' asked the Doctor, slowly turning to face the one who spoke.

The man looked at him as if he wasn't sure he was serious. 'Breaking curfew, of course. It's gone nightfall which means no one on the streets.'

'Why's that then?'

The policeman faltered for a second. 'It just is,' he said. 'The Minister of War has declared it unsafe.'

'Unsafe for whom?'

The policeman had seemed to have had enough. 'Listen, mate, I don't have time for this. It's just the law, alright? And you've broken it so keep your hands in the air and no sudden movements.'

'Of course,' said the Doctor, doing as he was told. The two other policemen moved towards him. One cuffed the Doctor's hands behind his back while the other frisked him for weapons. 'Look, I'm terribly sorry about this. I'm from out of town, you see. I didn't even know there was a curfew.'

'Ain't there a curfew in Scotland?' asked the policemen doing his cuffs. 'How did you get over the wall, anyway?'

'Wall?'

'Hadrian's Wall.'

'Hadrian's Wall?' exclaimed the Doctor but he was interrupted by the officer tasked with frisking for weapons.

'Sarge,' said the officer. 'There's something in his pocket.'

'Well, I'm definitely not happy to see you,' muttered the Doctor, earning a snigger from the other officer.

'Jacket pocket,' said the first officer, who the Doctor had decided to name Tweedledee.

The other officer, hereby named Tweedledum, continued to snigger.

'Well, don't leave us in suspense,' said the Sergeant (he would have to think up an appropriate name for him later). 'What has he got?'

Tweedledee reached into the Doctor's pocket and pulled out a small object.

'Its just a yo-yo,' said the Doctor. 'No need to make a fuss.'

The officer glared at him and threw the yo-yo over his shoulder. The Doctor started to protest but Tweedledee was apparently smarter than he looked because he reached in again and pulled out the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. The Doctor cursed inwardly.

'What's this?' asked Tweedledee.

'A torch,' lied the Doctor.

'Funny looking torch.'

'Giver it here,' said the Sergeant, snatching it out of Tweedledee's hand. 'It doesn't matter what it is, we're confiscating it.' He jabbed his gun towards the Doctor. 'Now move it! We still have ten more blocks to search tonight.'

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The Doctor stumbled as Tweedledum shoved him into the small jail cell.

'Don't I get a phone call?' he asked.

The officer slammed the cell door shut and locked it. He walked away without saying a word but the Doctor was sure he heard a chuckle coming from the man.

Well, that was stage one of his plan compete. Now he just needed an audience with the Valeyard, or at least someone higher up in his line of henchmen.

The Doctor looked around the cell. He had been in worse. It was your standard six by eight foot cell with brick walls and a concrete floor. There was a wooden bench that ran along two of the walls, a dark-haired teenage girl sat on it.

They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before the Doctor broke the silence.

'What are you in for?' he asked.

'Graffiti. You?'

'Breaking curfew. Was that your graffiti on the statue?'

The girl shrugged. ''I've written on a lot of statues,' she said.

'The one in the square.'

The girl didn't respond but the Doctor could see through her.

'So it was you,' he said. 'I guess that makes you part of the resistance.'

'Keep your voice down,' she hissed. 'The room is probably bugged.'

The Doctor looked around. It didn't look like somewhere the Valeyard would keep his most valued prisoners. This place was probably just used for common law-breakers and anyone who was a bit too slow in getting home. Still, better to be safe than sorry. He wanted to keep his identity hidden from the Valeyard for as long as possible, it was the only advantage he had at the moment. He just hoped that Tweedledee and Tweedledum had not taken too much interest in his sonic screwdriver. He once again mentally cursed himself for allowing it to be taken.

'I'm Anna, by the way,' said the girl, holding out her hand.

The Doctor's mind ran through all the possible aliases he could use and which ones would give him away. John Smith was definitely out. The Valeyard would see that one a mile off.

After what felt like forever but was only a few seconds, he took her hand and shook it.

'I'm Rory,' he said. 'Rory Pond.'

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The Valeyard looked out at his domain. Well, what he could see of it, anyway. Buckingham Palace didn't exactly have the best view. London was such a dreary place, he thought. He didn't know why he always seemed to come back here. Except for this time, of course. He knew exactly why he was here this time. He had a plan and it was running like clockwork. All he had to do now was wait.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a knock on the door.

'Enter,' he said.

A tall, slim man in a black uniform stepped into the room. The red stripes on his shoulder indicated his position as Chief of Police.

'Sir,' he said, giving a salute. The Valeyard nodded for him to make his report. 'One of the local police forces have picked up someone breaking curfew.'

'What are you telling me for?' asked the Valeyard. Why should he care about such trivial things? 'You know what to do. Get rid of them. I don't need any more test subjects.'

'Yes sir,' said the man. 'It's just, he had this on him, sir, and I thought you may want a look.' He held up a sort of chunky, elongated device. 'None of us could get it to work.'

The Valeyard took the device from his the Chief and pressed a button. The device lit up at once. Little rectangles of bright blue danced around the tip.

'He's redesigned it,' he said and then frowned. 'I don't like it.'

'What is it?' asked the Chief.

'Its a screwdriver. It's sonic,' he explained after seeing the Chief's dumbfounded expression. These humans had such tiny little minds. So easily distracted by a few pretty lights. 'Where is this prisoner?' he asked.

'Chiswick Police Station.'

The Valeyard chuckled. 'Well, isn't that wizard.'

'Sir?'

'Never mind. Just get my car. I want to pay this prisoner a visit.'

'Yes, sir,' said the Chief, giving another salute before leaving.

The last piece of his plan was falling into place. He had lost his most valuable piece of leverage but no matter. The plan would work without it.

He was done waiting.

A/N: I do apologise for my grammar. I know it can be pretty terrible at times.