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This preview written 9/28/2022
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Time Trip is getting a rewrite, Time and Wolf. I will post this later this week and remove Time Trip's listing. Please check my story list later this week or subscribe to my author alert to get notified when it is posted.
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Preview:
Time and Wolf
A Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Story
By Eugena
Rated M
For a while in Time Lord history, no one would be as famous - in a bad way - as The Doctor's Eighth incarnation. Everything about him seemed strange - even for The Doctor.
His prior incarnation bled to death as a result of gunshot wounds. No, not humans' ideas of alien blaster rays, but actual gunshots from an Earth gun. Well, okay, so that wasn't exactly how he died, but close enough.
What a wild ride those first moments were. The Time Lord counsel would ignore this Eighth incarnation for some time.
He was half human - on his mother's side.
That is what he wanted to believe. He was so fond of humans anyway.
He would experience so many things - only to be hated in his later incarnations.
But this tale isn't about that. It isn't about his previous incarnation as the important "Other" - though a certain author might wonder why that bit of history was forgotten, perhaps even rewritten.
This tale is the forbidden relationship between The Doctor and a strange incarnation of a wolf. For this is:
Time & Wolf
He felt bolder in this incarnation than he had in several others. In some ways, he was the Time Lord Casanova—well, not in the same way, but by Time Lord standards. He enjoyed kissing women. His hearts often wished for one of his own race, but Time Ladies did not dance as willingly as humans.
It hurt to let his first companion of this incarnation go. He hoped she would stay. But it is a lot to ask of someone. No matter how amazing a journey could be, it was a lot to ask for someone to leave their home.
Could he ever leave? Yes, he had. But could he ever leave under the condition he knew he could never return? One day, that would be the case.
But let this incarnation dream. Let this incarnation hope. Let him find happiness the one known as his Ninth perhaps never would.
He let his hearts lead him to a dance club on Earth. He simply followed his heartbeats, not caring why.
The year wasn't too far away from his previous visit. At least, not for Time Lord standards.
Should he go back to America? Should he go visit? Would he like what he would find?
No time for these questions. His heartbeats led him on.
He entered.
It was loud, annoying, but he didn't mind. He was too busy listening to his hearts and wondering what they were trying to tell him.
A young blond woman in her early twenties sat alone at the bar. She had that look about her, the one that say stupid boyfriend just goofed up again.
He shouldn't approach her. Bad to be a rebound - something he learned over his years of pretending to be human.
He ordered a beer, asking for their most popular one.
He drank, eyes occasionally darting to the woman.
What was it about her?
Something, something drove him to like her.
Another beer. Another half hour.
Having a different physiology than humans allowed him not to be so vulnerable. Too bad. Today he wanted to be vulnerable. Maybe if he was vulnerable, he could relate to that woman.
"Hey," he said to the woman, not even remembering when he came up to her. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Free country," the woman said.
"Oh, so I did make it to America," he said.
"Funny. You're real funny, you know that?"
"Oh, well people sometimes tell me that."
She laughed, lightening up his mood.
"You lose someone?" she asked.
She surprised him. She was having a bad day, but she asked about him.
"Well," he hesitated, "not like in a permanent sense. I'm sure she's okay. It's just - well it's very complicated - we can't see each other anymore. She was a real help to me when I was in quite a spot. I guess I feel like I can't pay her back."
"Oh, a friend?" the woman guessed. "Well, you don't have to pay back your friends. That's one of the great aspects of being a friend. She had a bad boyfriend - or girlfriend - or something?"
"Well, I'm not sure about bad, but she did have a boyfriend move out."
"Oh," the woman said. "Maybe he just thought you were putting the moves on her. Some men don't understand just being friends with women."
He wasn't going to say he thought of her as more than a friend. That part of his life was done.
"Thanks," he said. "I guess you're right."
"You could always send her an email," the woman suggested. "In case that boyfriend or ex-boyfriend won't let you speak with her. It may be good to touch base. Just in case that boyfriend is one of those bad possessive types."
He nodded. He didn't think her ex-boyfriend was one of those. The woman meant well with her advice.
"So," he said. "Now that I've bothered you with my troubles, how about you tell me what's going on? I know we don't know each other well enough to be friends, but I'd still like to listen."
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