Hello again beloved readers! Yes, it's me, your mighty overlord, MTDS! =D

Anyways, it's been awhile hasn't it? Yes, it has indeed... or maybe it hasn't, considering the fact that maybe you just started reading this, or maybe you're a time traveler. I've got no idea.

I won't try and explain away my absence, but I do hope you'll forgive me for it. I should be able to write a bit more now! (Yay!)

Alright, so, I guess I should type up some responses to you three first reviewers, shouldn't I?

Mavic Chen- I admit to never actually watching the classic episodes, but I do know that the Tenth Doctor always said that he was 900 years old, as did early Eleven, although he's apparently a thousand now. Also, refer to rule 1) The Doctor lies. XD Nah, but, anyways, when it comes to being discarded, its more along the lines of being an outcast and not being considered the same as the rest of the group... also, Rassilion did attempt to kill him, so I figure that by then Time Lord Society really didn't care for him much.

Random Guest #1- Well okay, I must oblige I suppose~

No Name (Who apparently has a name)- I know, I know, but for some reason this story is just so confusing to try and write for some reason, 'cause I've got my characters and how they act, and then I've got the way I want them to act, and then there's the way they need to act to progress the story! Anyways, I'll try. :D

Without further ado... The story!

Chapter 2; Segment 1: Blaze

Two Years later...

That's how long it had been then. Two years of traveling, tearing his way through countless miles...

Or, actually, Kilometers, considering the fact that he was now in Britain.

He was walking down a dark alleyway, taking a break from the general hubbub of voices that filled London. He was actually rather enjoying his stop here, although he had to leave soon- when nightfall came, The Rider wouldn't listen to him at all, and no amount of fighting It and staying away from people would keep It at bay. He was unsure of where to go next- The Rider kept pressing on the back of his mind, filling his head with whispers and growls.

Six years Blaze, six more...

Why though?

Why would he have to wait another six years?

What for?

He didn't know, but it made the Rider feel anxious for time to pass and made It seem to want out even more than usual. He walked past an entrance to another alley way, and then stopped.

Walked back.

Stared.

Thought a bit.

And then, he ran away.

He remembered something, what the Doctor had said-

"I spend a lot of time over on the other side of the Atlantic."

He dashed through alleyways, running away, away from that device, that blue box that was the Doctor's preferred method of transport. The Rider screeched in his mind, ordering him to turn around, to take the TARDIS for himself, Itself, maybe even their-self. He wasn't sure. He just knew he had to get away. He didn't want to loose control like that again- didn't want to loose control over everything. Normally, he could slightly influence The Rider, but when certain things were around- powerful things- The Rider simply wouldn't have any of it. It would simply burn with anger and rage and destroy whatever it was, tearing it apart with a ruthless abandon, uncaring as long as It was able to kill the disturbance.

These sorts of times were the ones Johnny would have no memory of, except for the hazy ones of strange creatures that defied explanation.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he had ran onto a crowed street, and he desperately searched for a way beyond the masses. He pushed through people, ignoring the Rider, ignoring the voices in his head as It told him everything happening around him, told him why he should utterly destroy them.

I'm not going to listen to you! I won't let you out, not this time!

The Rider snarled out a faint laugh.

Watch me.

Johnny made it into the relative safety of another alley, slowing down. He was nearly ready to say that the threat was over... Until he bumped into someone, nearly knocking them down. He stumbled back, not quite believing that all of the Rider's anger had been meant as a trick, had been faked to get him here.

The Doctor jumped back, away from Johnny, waving some form of noisy, glowing device at him with a fearful look on his face.

I am the one who decides what I can and can't do, Blaze.

Johnny tensed slightly, bracing himself for the fire, but then... nothing.

Right now...?

The Doctor still was brandishing that strange weapon of some sort at Johnny, however, the Time Lord seemed confused by the lack of... fiery death and such.

I say we have a chat with our friend...

Despite the dark, gloating venom behind the statement, Johnny almost felt relived.

Although that, perhaps, scared him more than anything.

Oh I love it when I get in the writing mood~

-MTDS