March 27th, 1500. Rome.
'Please please please,' The Doctor murmured, almost as if in prayer.
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.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - 11th Doctor, Ezio A. - Chapters: 105 - Words: 103,559 - Reviews: 177 - Favs: 130 - Follows: 121 - Updated: Jul 12, 2015 - Published: May 22, 2011 - id: 7013765
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