Doctor 10.5 and Rose find a rift in the universe and time is about to collapse. What happens when they travel back to their own universe, only to bump into a new Doctor and the Ponds? I don't own DW. If I did, Donna would still be around. I do, however, have the Doctor Who theme (series 1-2) as my ring tone, so I feel ridiculously cool whenever I get a call.

Across the Universe

Everyone had a job to do. There was bustling going about in the TARDIS, a sort of energy and trepidation that the Doctor hadn't seen since defeating Davros and saving the universe. Amy was currently helping Jack assemble a few choice weapons he had brought along with him. "Just in case" he had said. He didn't believe in the Doctor's pacifist ideology, and thus had no qualms about blowing the Dream Lord into smitherines. Rory looked at his wife as he jotted down the information Mickey was barking at him in quick succession.

"Amy," he looked worried, "You don't know how to use that."

She scoffed at him, "I was a cop once."

"Yeah, as a kissogram," Rory scratched his head.

"Shut up! I'm trying to help," Amy retorted.

"You won't be helping anyone by accidentally shooting him," Rory motioned to Jack.

"It's okay. I'm immortal," Jack grinned, "so if you ever decide to divorce..." he sent Rory a look. Rory looked frightened.

"Anything that moves," Donna muttered under her breath as she passed by Jack, holding a stack of books.

Mickey chuckled, "Finally, someone agrees!"

"I think we all agree," John grinned.

"You were a kissogram?" Jack looked at Amy, as if with new appreciation. She nodded.

"Point proven," Martha snorted.

Brief jokes aside, they all focused back on their work. Rose and John were explaining the data they found at Torchwood for the umpteenth time. There were small galaxies blinking out of existence. As far as they knew, these planets were unoccupied. However, once enough of them seemed to be destroyed, a rift was created between two universes. A rift that would land one right onto Darlig Ulv Stranden.

River and Martha were discussing strategies, while the Doctor interjected, saying that he himself needed to rid himself of the Dream Lord. He was, after all, his dark side. Donna glanced through books, finding a diary she recognised. She gasped slightly, thumbing through it. A drawing of Rose, notes about her. Love letters never sent. Dreams of what their life could have been together. She expected to see a few blank pages, but there were newer entries still. Her heart ached. She looked at the Doctor, who was so outwardly calm. She followed his gaze. Rose. Of course he still loved her. Oh, wasn't this just dandy? She shut the book quickly, placing it aside. She knew the Doctor didn't want pity. No wonder the Dream Lord set out to get Rose back, and when that didn't work, inadvertently kill John.

John glanced up from the console he was currently manning, grave look on his face.

"We seem to have a bit of a problem," he said.

Rose scanned the data, jaw dropping, "Oh, bloody hell."

The Doctor rushed to their side, eyes widening.

"What happened?" Donna demanded.

The Doctor and John shared a look.

"The rift's been widened. The universe is about to fall into ours!" Rose said, panicky.

"But how could he have so much power over it? There must be someone helping him," Martha tried to reason.

The Doctor and John simultaneously set coordinates, their minds in tune with one another's.

"Where're we going?" Mickey asked nervously.

"Shadow Proclamation," the Doctor replied, "the Dream Lord is in violation. He should be arrested."

"That won't do anything! What's to say he doesn't try and pull this again if he gets out?" John asked.

"He won't get out," the Doctor insisted.

"How'd he even get out of the TARDIS? I thought he could only control dreams," River said.

"Clever one, you are," the Dream Lord popped up in the centre of the TARDIS.

Jack immediately reached for a gun. The Dream Lord laughed.

"I have armies of followers. And they all want one thing," he grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"And what would that be?" Rose crossed her arms.

"The Doctor's death," he grinned.

"You can't exist without him," John glared. No way was he going to get his way.

"Are you sure about that?" the Dreamlord teased.

Suddenly, the TARDIS began to shake vehemently. Everyone tried to grab onto a chair or the console.

"What are you doing?" the Doctor shouted, "You're going to get us all killed!"

"You've caught onto the plan, then!" the Dream Lord snickered.

"Oi! You're included in the death!" Donna shouted, restraining the urge to lunge at him. Jack was holding her back, and keeping her steady during the tremors.

Amy was clinging onto Rory for dear life, breathing heavily. Rory clutched onto Amy, refusing to loosen his grip. Mickey was seated, holding Martha close to him. John had automatically wrapped his arms around Rose, holding her steady. She closed her eyes, trying not to fall over. River was holding onto the console with a death grip, trying to to change coordinates. The Doctor was next to her, glaring at the Dreamlord.

The shaking stopped, but instead they felt as though they were hurled through all of space and time. The companions lurched, Mickey's chair sliding and colliding with Donna and Jack.

"Ah!" Amy screamed as a roundel that lined the console room came crashing down in front of her and Rory.

"Oh, damn!" River yelped. The console began to emit sparks, making her let go, sending her flying to the other end of the room.

"We need to break for one of the other control rooms!" John shouted amid the destruction.

"Who knows what state those rooms are in," the Doctor grimaced.

Donna clung to Jack as they were thrown in another direction, "Do something!"

The Dreamlord sat back, watching the console room fall apart, enjoying the view. All of this could have been avoided, but no. He sent a look to Rose, huddled in John's arms. A frown crossed his face. All of it could have been avoided. But now, he was going to go through with something on a grander scale. Something that would let him live forever, be it dream or reality. The Doctor glared at the Dream Lord, who smiled and waved. The Doctor knew. Part of him was the Dream Lord. Deep down in all the angst, he wanted this to happen. But not anymore.

The TARDIS looked like a shooting star in the sky, hurling towards Earth. So this how it was going to end. The Doctor and his precious companions, crashlanding into London. Except, they weren't heading toward London, or even Earth. The TARDIS was going towards an unknown planet. One that the Doctor may have found familiar. One that had been erased from history.

The TARDIS had been flung across the universe to a yellow-orange, amber coloured planet, in the constellation of Kasterborous, 250 million light years away from Earth. And so they crash landed. It was as if the TARDIS herself had known where to go, and when. The Dream Lord wasn't controlling it. Oh no, it was something much greater, much more powerful. Getting to Rose was just a means to an end. She was a mere pawn in the deadly game the Dream Lord was playing.

The Doctor flung the door of the TARDIS open, coughing. His fellow companions followed him out, teary eyed and shaken. Jack had taken necessary precautions and taken weapons with him, distributing one to every one else. John looked around, Rose right next to him. He couldn't believe his eyes. The land, the silver leafed trees. Only the Citadel was missing. The entire place reeked of war, or Dalek. He fell to his knees, placing his ear on the ground. The Doctor took deep, steady breaths, not trusting his vision. It couldn't be.

What had the Face of Boe told him? "Know this Time Lord: You are not alone." He had always assumed that dear Boe had meant the Master. He looked around. There were no Time Lords around him. Just John, and Donna. The Doctor Donna. His gaze drifted toward River. Could she be a Time Lady? She did know far more than any human could. He shook his head. It was too much for even his advanced brain to take.

"Doctor, where are we?" Donna asked with bated breath.

"Gallifrey," he said quietly.

Rose looked at John, who returned her gaze with teary eyes. She took his hand, standing in solidarity with him. Donna took the Doctor's hand, and with her other took Rose's. Jack took the Doctor's spare hand, and in succession went Martha, Mickey, Rory, Amy, and River.

"Oh, isn't that sweet?" the Dreamlord drawled, "Your friends can't save you."

"What do you want?" the Doctor asked as calmly as he could.

"The rise of the Time Lords, to take back their proper place in the universe's hierarchy," the Dream Lord explained.

"There'll be no universe if the Time Lords return," John said in exasperation.

"How are you even functioning outside of a dream?" Rory asked, glaring at the man who had killed him.

Out from the shadows came the Valeyard, a sinister grin on his face.

"I don't need you, when I have him," the Dream Lord jerked his thumb.

"So we meet again," he snarled at the Doctor.

I just heard about Elisabeth Sladen the other day. May the ultimate companion RIP. She will be missed, as will Sarah Jane Smith.

So, there's a bigger bad than the Dream Lord. How do you think the Doctor will save the day this time?

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