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"No." the Doctor whispered, almost inaudible.
Amy gazed at the wonderful scenery, stepping out in front of the Doctor and gasping at the beautifulness of what lay before her.
"Oh, my god…" she said, breathless. She crouched down in the field they were in and felt the grass with her hand. She grabbed a clump and yanked it out, twirling it around in her hand and running her fingers up and down it. She almost expected paint to come off in her fingers, that it wasn't really red. But no paint came off and she gasped again. "It's beautiful. Doctor, come and…"
Amy turned around to see the Doctor on his knees, tears streaming out of his eyes, as he stared up at the Citadel and that beautiful sky.
"Doctor…?" she asked, slowly making her way over to the sobbing man. The man who was usually so full of joy, now so full of sadness.
Amy crouched down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder but he didn't even seem to notice her, staring ahead at the Citadel. Amy glanced back at the TARDIS, which looked like it always did and a damn sight better than the interior, before looking back to the Doctor.
"Doctor…" she said again, beginning to get quite scared now. "Are you okay?"
A long time passed between Amy's question and the Doctor's answer. When it came, the Doctor's voice broke and he struggled to even form sentences through his tears.
"This…this is Gallifrey." he began, swallowing before continuing. "This is…where I grew up. It's my home. But…but it can't be. Gallifrey is gone. I can't ever go…back."
"Gallifrey?" Amy repeated, rubbing the Doctor's back to comfort him, unsure of what else to do. "But that's good, isn't it? You're home!"
"GOOD?!" the Doctor screamed, causing Amy to jump. He breathed heavily and went on, his voice calmer but still shaky. "You don't know what they did in the final days of the war, Amy. You don't know what I did. And if we are here that means the Time-Lock must be falling apart. That means the Time War will leak into the rest of the Universe and destroy…everything. So, no. Me coming home is not…good."
There was a long silence after that. Amy just sat next to the Doctor, not knowing what to say or to do. She kept looking behind her at the TARDIS but there was no change there or with the Doctor. The beautiful scenery she had been admiring didn't seem so beautiful now.
"Doctor." Amy slowly stood up, taking a step forward and looking back at the broken man, who was now staring quietly at the grass. "The TARDIS is broken and we need to fix her. Now, Time Lords built the TARDIS, yeah? That means they must be able to fix it."
There was no reply.
"Doctor. We have to try." Amy said again, taking a step back towards the Doctor.
Amy thought she would be without a reply again but then the Doctor slowly rose to his feet, wiping his eyes and slowly but surely made his way towards the Citadel, Amy Pond following behind him.
"My Lord President."
The office of the Lord President was a grand, golden room. Its only furniture was a grand, red chair with the seal of Rassilon emblazoned on it and a solid brown table, carved from the bark of Gallifreyan trees. There were pictures of previous Lord President's adorning the walls, all with nameplates underneath with their names and how long they served for, including the late Romanadvoratrelundar and a strange man in a long scarf.
The Lord President's assistant stood there for a while as his superior continued to write something down on a piece of paper. He stopped and looked up at his assistant, waiting for whatever news he had.
"Um…we have detected a Type 40 just outside of the Citadel. There's only one known to still be in operation. The Doctor's."
There was a pause as the Lord President mulled this over, clasping his hands together and staring straight ahead.
"Sir?"
"Bring the Type 40 to me and retrieve the Doctor. Go."
The assistant turned and quickly left, the two magnificent golden doors that served as the entryway into the office slamming shut behind him. The room was silent, save for the quiet breathing of the Lord President.
"So," he said eventually, to no-one but himself. "Our runaway returns. To lead us against the enemy."
Rassilon, the Lord President of the Time Lords stood and walked to the picture of the strange man in the scarf that hung behind the desk. His nameplate read, "The Doctor" and Rassilon ran his hand along it, thinking of the man associated with the name.
"The Doctor returns to fight the Daleks."
Rassilon walked slowly over to his desk, his face adorned with a huge triumphant grin and slammed his hand on the table in joy.
"The Time War…begins!"