The sky was dark with gloomy clouds as a cold, miserable rain poured down. In the distance, he could hear the threatning booms of thunder. The ground at his feet was water, murky water. A large wall made of the seemingly drowning earth rose up nearby.

It was exactly the opposite of what Gabriel had wanted.

Shouts of many voices echoed from around him, but the only one he heard was that of his son who was scampering through his legs and out the door before he could stop him.

"Gabriel!" He cried as he watched his precious boy, his world, being scooped up into the arms of strangers. Bolting after him, the Doctor soon found himself restrained by strong arms.

"Take him inside!" He heard the voices shout, talking about his son. As the Doctor fought, twisted and pulled with all his might, he watched helplessly as his son was taken out of sight. His son didn't go without a fight, but what's a four year old to grown men?

"Daddy!"

"Gabriel!"

The rain poured down his face, plastering his now drenched hair to his face. With all the liquid pouring down, he didn't know if he was crying or not. Where were they taking him? Why were they taking him? He was just a child!

"If you harm a single hair on his head I will kill you," the Doctor hissed to the man holding him as he tried to struggle once more.

"He's safe with my men. Who are you?" A gruff voice demanded. "How did you get here?"

It was hard to answer that when he didn't know himself. "I'm the Doctor," he finally answered reluctantly, calming somewhat and allowing his senses to return. "The boy is my son, Gabriel. I don't know why we're here. I don't even know where we are!"

The grip on his arms lessened somewhat and the Doctor was glad to receive circulation back to his hands. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?" Something hidden in his voice claimed that he already did.

"It's the truth," the Doctor insisted, wishing to have his arms back. "We... travel. All around."

The man sighed. "Oh, you're one of those. I see." One of what? The Doctor's brow creased with confusion. "I'll have to report on you then. In the meantime, since you're no doubt wondering, this is September, 1915. Welcome to the War."

The Doctor held his young son close as the two sat on the edge of one of the bunks inside the dug out. Cuddled up against his father, Gabriel watched what was happening with a childish innocence through half lidded eyes. It reminded his father of a couple years back when the boy was incredibly shy. Usually he wasn't anymore, but as they sat here now, the Doctor stroking his head gently, the boy seemed to want to have nothing to do with anyone or anything else.

The Doctor couldn't say that he blamed him.

It was just the two of them, and the man who had caught him earlier, whose name he now knew to be Captain Jacob Turner. The blonde haired man who couldn't have been more then twenty to twenty five paced back and forth across the floor. The rest of the soldiers had been sent out on various tasks, but the Doctor knew that was just an excuse to keep them out.

"I-I'm sorry we don't have much to offer him, or you," Jacob apologised, "the trenches are not exactly where one would expect to find a child."

"No indeed not," the Doctor agreed, holding Gabriel tighter. "This wasn't exactly where I had wanted to take him."

"You'd have been out of your mind if it were," Jacob replied grimly, holding his arms behind his back as he turned on his heel. "Where were you headed anyways? Which time?"

Jacob knew far more about time travel then the Doctor could have ever expected. He watched the young man with a curious fascination. "About 90 years from now. I was taking him to a place in America."

Disneyland. How could the Tardis have gotten the trenches of the first world war confused for Disneyland? Dark, gloomy trenches filled with pain and suffering and misery compared to a bright and sunny amusement park filled with colour and wonder.

The only colour this place held was the deep red of spilt blood.

"You can't tell me more because of time lines and all that nonsense, I know," Jacob pitched in solemnly with a deep breath.

"How?" Gabriel's tiny voice asked, and it was the first thing he had said since they arrived. The suddenness surprised both men.

The well built soldier didn't answer at first, but continued his pacing. "I have met another like you," he finally responded. "I met him shortly before all this madness began. I... I was so arrogant then. I figured all of this would be settled within a matter of weeks. I didn't think it could last. I didn't even tell her..." He trailed off, having already said more then he cared to. Clearing his throat, he continued. "The man I met, he said that this comes to an end. Is it true?"

The Timelord looked back, considering his answer. "Everything comes to an end eventually. Nothing can last throughtout time, forever." Some things just lasted longer then others. He hated his own words. They reminded him of the terrible reality; he couldn't be with Gabriel forever. He couldn't keep him safe forever.

You're going to lose him.

Those words still haunted him deeply.

"The rain will stop soon," Jacob stated, looking at the world outside.

"Yeah?" the Doctor asked, and the young man nodded.

"As you said yourself, nothing lasts forever."