Dottore

by IfEaRnOfIsH

Abstergo has meddled too much, for too long. The threads of time are crossing, and the Doctor and all that he is are being sucked into the chaos, where a man lies in an Animus in a corrupt TORCHWOOD. All hope is lost - for now. T for language and themes.

85. Chapter Forty Five Phase Seven

March 27th, 1500. Rome.

'Something ignored, right up until the last possible moment. The thing that everyone will put off.' The Doctor frowned, and then his voice descended into a murmur. 'I must have done this. Come on come on. What did I do?' He looked upwards, closed his eyes, and whispered.

'What could I have done?'