Okay, sorry for the long wait and being a delinquent author. I have my reasons though... school's kept me busy, I've been on a hiatus of sorts, I was sick a couple of times, I've had to update some of my other stories (one I haven't updated since May), and I've had a major bout of writer's block as well as a bunch of other things. I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, but since I haven't updated in months I decided to upload what I had (and I'll probably never be completely satisfied with anything I write). This chapter is still part of the beginning so there isn't any action and none of the SG-1 characters are in this chapter. Actually, it's just the Doctor in this chapter. I hope you like it though. I'm not an expert on Doctor Who so there may be some mistakes. Oh, and this takes place after Season Four in the Doctor Who'niverse (thanks to KnitKnut for correcting me). Anyway, without further ado I give you chapter two and please do review! Rhyme! And not only a rhyme, but a quadruple rhyme! *coughs awkwardly while looking around to see if anyone heard that** :D

Chapter Two: The Doctor Being Daft

The Doctor sat down in aggravation. He had tried absolutely everything he could think of to find out what was wrong- and that was saying something since thoughts came in and out through the Doctor's head almost as fast as the speed of light. First the Doctor took a look at current rift activity. It was plausible that something from the rift was setting off all the alarms in the mind of the last Time Lord. But the Doctor found nothing of any real use. The rift was particularly active, but as far as he could tell with the instruments on his TARDIS there was nothing that would cause that feeling he still had. The Doctor knew something was wrong, but what?

Next the Doctor checked to make sure that there were no potentially dangerous spaceships out there that shouldn't be, besides his own of course. Nothing. Not a single spaceship in this solar system. The nearest spaceship was solar systems away. No, there was no way the bad feeling the Doctor had was caused by some spaceship that wasn't supposed to be near Earth.

The Doctor tried many, many different things before deciding to look for any signs of Daleks. Looking for any evidence of Dalek activity was much more difficult than all the other things he had done. The Dalek race had technology almost equivalent to his own. It took several hours to look through the data he had gathered to look for any sign, no matter how tiny, of Daleks. Finally the Doctor was satisfied that he had looked through everything that he he could find that could possibly indicate Dalek activity.

The Doctor hadn't found anything. Nothing. The Doctor could not find a single thing out of place. Everything was exactly as it was supposed to be in this place and time, that is if his memories were correct (which the Doctor was sure they were). For once it seemed like this little third planet from its sun that tended to get itself into trouble all too often was quiet and peaceful. Or at least as quiet and peaceful as life could be on Earth.

The Doctor swore under his breath in some alien language. There wasn't any type of even remotely slightly suspicious activity around Earth. There wasn't anything to explain that nagging feeling he had. What was wrong with him? Maybe it was just stress, the rational part of the Doctor's brain thought. After all, he had been through a lot lately...

Rose coming back just to return to Pete's universe with his part human clone. He'd never get to see Rose again. Yes, Rose would be safe and happy; but she'd be safe and happy with some other guy. Okay, that other guy was him, or at least the him resulting in the Time Lord-Human metacrisis. The thought of the Time Lord-Human metacrisis made his hearts pang. Donna. She had saved the universe. No, Donna saved the whole of reality. And it cost her everything she was, or rather everything she became since traveling with him. The Doctor was still saddened by the fact that he had to remove all of Donna's memories. He would never be able to forget Donna begging him not to remove her memories. But he had no choice. It was either remove Donna's memories or watch her burn. Just like the rest of his people. Why was it that everyone he cared for, everyone he dared to love, ended up lost to him forever? The Doctor smiled wryly. No wonder why he was called "The Oncoming Storm". Wherever he went, trouble and death seemed to follow.

The Doctor felt the TARDIS try to comfort him. It's not your fault, she seemed to be telling him. You had no choice.

The Doctor was about to respond, but then decided not to. He knew that he could not start thinking about all the recent events of the year. If he started thinking of them he would never be able to stop thinking of them ever again. Just like the Time War. The Doctor stopped thinking about the war that destroyed his people before it would consume him.. It was too difficult, too painful to think about all the different things he'd been through, the people he watched die, all the suffering he had witnessed, always unable to do anything.

The Doctor suddenly snapped out of his dreary thoughts, an idea forming in his mind. Oh, he had been so daft! So... so... so... human-like! All along the Doctor had been looking for teeny tiny signs for something wrong, right down the smallest details possible. And the biggest sign of something wrong had been staring him in the face for whole entire time.

The Doctor recalled the problem he had had getting the TARDIS here. For some reason, the TARDIS wanted to bring the Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, and Martha to some mountain in Colorado. What mountain had been? The Doctor wasn't sure, but he was sure that was the root of his problems.

The Doctor dashed towards the TARDIS's console. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it towards the screen. Within seconds the Doctor had the coordinates that the TARDIS had started to take them. Cheyenne Mountain Complex. The Doctor immediately started thinking of everything he knew about Cheyenne Mountain, ticking off each one that had no relevance to his search. It didn't take long for the Doctor to realize that Cheyenne Mountain was the home of the Stargate Program: a top-secret military base with an alien piece of technology they called the "Stargate". The Doctor always loved the way how humans were so creative with names. "The Stargate" was much better than all the other names different races had chosen for the technology, even the inventors, the Alterans who are now known better as the Ancients. The Stargate really was a brilliant piece of technology for traveling to other worlds. It creates an artificial stable wormhole (a great achievement even for a race as advanced as the Alterans) so all the person traveling to the other planet would have to take just about a single step and they were there (relatively speaking). The Doctor didn't care for travel by Stargate; it made him queazy. Besides, he much preferred traveling in the TARDIS. The Doctor felt a touch from the TARDIS letting him know that she felt the same way.

Okay, now the Doctor knew that whatever feeling he had was almost certainly caused by those troublemaking human SG teams. He pointed his Sonic Screwdriver towards the screen once again, trying to pull up information about the Stargate. Huh; that was strange. Very strange. The Doctor wasn't picking up anything that had to do with the Stargate. He switched his search to the Pentagon computers, trying to find any documents hinting at that the Stargate Program. The Doctor knew that a project as big and as costly as the Stargate would leave some sort of paper trail, or some sort of electronic-type-paper-trail. Once again, the Doctor found nothing about the Stargate Program. It was like it didn't even exist!

To pacify that thought, The Doctor ran a series of tests that would search Cheyenne Mountain for the unique non-terrestrial metal-alloy, naqahdah, that the Stargate was made of. To his surprise, there was no sign of naquadah in Cheyenne Mountain.

"What?!" the Doctor exclaimed. There was no possible way that the TARDIS's scans would miss the naqahdah, even if it was hidden under some sort of energy field. The Doctor leaned back a moment and ran his fingers through his already messy hair in the same way that he always does when there's some sort of problem that he can't figure out. The Doctor ran through all the facts in his head, coming up with no real explanation.

The Doctor couldn't explain it. It was like the Stargate didn't exist! That was just what the Doctor had thought when he couldn't find a paper trail from the Stargate. OOh, that's an idea... maybe the Stargate didn't exist. Perhaps something happened which caused the Stargate cease to exist. If that was the case, which was the only thing possible the Doctor could think of even if it was far-fetched, he was dealing with somebody had obviously manipulated the timeline. Questions began to whiz through the Doctor's mind.

It was next to impossible that whatever caused the Stargate to disappear was an accident; the creation of the Stargate was a fixed point in history as well as the formation of Stargate Command years later by the twenty-first century humans. Most likely somebody has interfered with the timeline. Well that was something; the Doctor was dealing with somebody who was capable of time travel. That didn't make any sense, though. Any species that was capable of time-travel would know the rules of time-travel issued in the Shadow Proclamation and would keep from breaking those rules so they would not face the wrath of the Shadow Architects. Unless whoever messed with the timeline discovered time-travel by accident and had no knowledge of the Shadow Proclamation...

The Doctor wondered if the interferer stopped the creation of all the Stargates or stopped the discovery of the Stargate on Earth. He then remembered that there was a second Stargate in Antarctica. The Doctor quickly changed the parameters of his search to look for any naquadah in Antarctica instead of Cheyenne Mountain. Just a few seconds later one of the instruments on the TARDIS beeped with results. There was a Stargate in Antarctica. Although it probably hadn't been used since the Alterans since it was buried under the ice.

The Doctor thought about the possible motives his time-interfering friend had. He didn't stop the construction of the Stargate network built by the Ancients. No, it seemed he only wanted to stop the humans from using it. So whoever his time-interfering friend was wanted to stop the Stargate Command from being formed, the Doctor quickly theorized. The Doctor knew it was a jump, but he couldn't think of any other reason. A few minutes later the Doctor's idea didn't seem like such a jump when some El Kesh jumped out of hyperspace.

Great, the Doctor thought broodingly, I just saved the whole of reality and now I have to save Earth. They're lucky I like their planet so much (well really the food... especially their bananas, much better than other planets for some reason) otherwise I would have left it to the stupid apes to save their planet themselves.

The Doctor snapped out of his pessimistic mood. He would save Earth no matter what. It was his home now, or at least adopted home. And all his friends, who admittedly are more like family, lived here. The Doctor couldn't, and wouldn't, stand by while the Earth was destroyed or enslaved. And his gut was telling him that his time-interfering friend had something to do with the Gou'ald ships. The two were almost definitely related, so that would make his hunt a little easier. And honestly, the Doctor couldn't think of a better way to lighten up his mood that had been quite morose lately than catching the bad guy and saving his favorite little troublesome planet.

Okay, I hope you guys liked it. Like I said at the beginning only the Doctor was in it. In the next chapter or so the SG-1 characters will appear. Once again I'm sorry for the wait. I'd like to say that I'll update frequently on a regular basis but I have an absolutely crazy schedule so there's no telling when an update will pop up. If I do go a ridiculously long time without updating send me a review or PM telling me that I better update soon or else (okay really just for a reminder). Anyway, please review and tell me what you think!!!

Random Quotes and Smiles of the Day :D

~"Don't sell your sell your soul for a cookie... there are better things to sell it for."

~"Of course I'm talking to myself. Who else can I trust?"

~"One way to figure it out... push all the buttons." (that actually seems to always work for me)