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A/n: And now for some plot, and a little bit of the ridiculous I promised before. A quick reminder, Doomsday did happen, the only change being that Rose didn't get sucked into the other universe. Also, whoever figures out who this is before the end of the chapter gets a Dalek oven mitt, so you can burn their little faces off and not get hurt!
000
It all starts with a dream.
He is filling out some paperwork in his office (god, he hates doing paperwork, but someone has to do it. He really should hire a secretary. Maybe one day when he isn't so busy he can think about it.) Anyway, is in his office, bored out of his mind, when all of a sudden he is surrounded by golden light.
It is definitely a dream, he's absolutely sure of it, because he knows this light, has had it in his life since before he can remember. Even if he hasn't been able to see it, even if sometimes it dimmed or flickered or almost went out, that light has always been there.
Until recently, of course, because it is impossible for the light to be here, now, especially without the person who contained it. It's gone now, has been for a while, and he can never get it back. So it has to be a dream, because there's no other explanation, none at all.
The universes are in danger, the light whispers. He can barely hear it it's so soft (and shouldn't it be louder if he wants it to be? After all, it is his dream, any impossible light should be saying what he wants it to say and loud enough for him to hear it well, not quiet messages of impending doom. He hates those) but something in him doesn't quite dare ask it to speak louder. Something inside him, some primal, long-buried instinct, knows that this pretty light will burn him if he angers it, so don't push it.
Alright, he thinks with the regular, non-dormant part of his brain, the multiverse is in danger. Again. What do you want me to do about it?
You must warn him.
There's only one thing that can mean, only one man important enough to warrant such impossible measures. Still, it doesn't mean he wants to do it, or even can do it. The light is asking for the impossible.
You must warn him. The universes are disintegrating; the starts are going out. Tell him.
Yeah, yeah, alright, no need to get mad. He'll just figure out a way to save the world…s somehow, again, just like he always does. He has more resources then he has in the past, after all, and experience. He can be brilliant when he puts his mind to it.
As if satisfied by his compliance, the light recedes, freeing him from its grasp. He floats in the darkness it leaves behind, still caught in sleep and unwilling to return to wakefulness and his life of work and forms and meetings, to always being stuck behind a desk. Although, this will be something different, and it might get him in the field again, at least for a little while. They'll need to find parts for a trans dimensional machine somehow.
This realization guides him out of sleep, and he wakes with a jolt to find himself face first in the stacks of paper he was supposed to be filling out. They can wait though; just now, Mickey Smith has something more important to do.
000
Yep, Mickey Smith, all the way from another universe, has come to have his say in the story. What this means for the plot line? Well... [insert evil laugh here]