A/N: I'm a little behind here I'm sorry for that. Life got busy but I should hopefully be good now. I've done a bit of revamping to this story, if you've already read this I just want to give you the heads up.

I've added a prologue as the first chapter, it's not very long but it was something I felt was helpful to the story. This chapter is a redone version of the first one. Looking back at it after I had uploaded it, I found it felt very lacking so it's been almost completely rewritten. It's still pretty much the same, but some stuff added and taken away. I hope it's a bit better, I'm still not completely happy with it. If I keep picking at it I'll never get this story going. *This will not happen again, the story will stay as is from here on out.*

I just feel like I need to clarify something. I do mention Clara in this chapter, but since at this point we know very little about it I'm going to try and avoid the topic of her, once the series starts up again that may change but right now this is it.

On last note, this is an AU so things maybe off, I'm still newish into Doctor Who and if anyone feels I'm too off the mark, please feel free to PM me. Also my A/N's will not always be this long and drawn out.

Thank you all and I look forward to feedback!

The Doctor stood in front of the console, his mind wandering, fingers tapping absently against the metal frame. Even though he tried to never think of the past much, times like these when he was alone with his thoughts, the memories and guilt would come flooding back.

Even though it had been far too long, three hundred years too long, the Doctor tried to keep his promise to Amy and River that he would never travel alone. But still failed. There were a few companions after them, even Clara the impossible thing, the spark, who had been ripped away like the rest. He stood, trying to push away the thoughts that were far too painful.

Yet when he least expected, thoughts always drifted back to Amelia, the first face this incarnation saw. Amy would forever a part of him, like Rose to his tenth self, his love for them seared upon his hearts. The Time Lord heaved a sigh, the weight of everything became too much, he missed them, and didn't want to be alone but also didn't want to lose anyone else. The Doctor turned away from the console and walked to a nearby seat, flopping down with a huff.

Even though he truly wasn't alone, his beloved TARDIS had always been there, but that was a cold comfort as the engines hummed their sad familiar song. All he wanted was to go spend some time in the Dargar system, visit the planets, and see the sights. It had been a few hundred years since he had last went, being one of the few places he had not taken any of his companion's, for no other reason than he had not gotten around to going. Also with no memories attached he may find some relief, even though at this point it hardly mattered. The Doctor sensed himself slipping into a depression, the loneliness within the TARDIS was becoming too hard to bare. Maybe now was the time to try to move forward. Perhaps the Dargar system was just what he needed right now. He sat with this thoughts and self-pity, but the TARDIS has other plans, and had been acting out lately, never going where he wanted to go. Always stopping at random places on earth for months now, always the same year, jumping only slightly ahead in time, but for him to find nothing but more painful memories to haunt him.

The ship shuttered, switches flipped on their own, snapping him out of him daze, the TARDIS lurched forward violently knocking him from his seat.

"Not again," he growled and dragged himself back to the console in an attempt to stand. Hurriedly he began mashing buttons and flipping switches; he didn't want to go to earth, not this time, not anymore. For every switch he flipped the TARDIS countered, sparks flying and jerked to the side sending the Doctor flying back to the floor, letting loose a string of curses in his native tongue. The TARDIS rocked, shuttered and then stopped before going silent. Carefully picking himself up off the floor rubbing his shoulder, the Doctor walked stiffly to the doors. Knowing that earth laid behind the doors, the moment the TARDIS took control, it was always Earth and always 2012.

The Doctor stood in front of the doors and laid a palm upon the cool wood. He contemplated not even going out; to just turn around and leave, to just get out now. But the last time he tried the ship brought him back to the same point and refused to even be moved until he at least stepped out.

"I wish you could tell me what you want me to do old girl," he murmured and pulled open the large wooden door stepping out into the bright daylight.

At least it was mid-day this time he mused. Last time he found himself on Earth it was in some dark open field in the middle of the night. It had been cloudy and impossible to see anything, let alone search for whatever the TARDIS was trying to get him to look for.

This time the street was lined with well-kept houses, all painted with radiant colours and skillfully groomed lawns. The TARDIS had tucked herself tightly between two of the smaller houses. The dirty blue Police Box looked very out-of-place in between the bright yellow and red-painted houses. Still he had no plans on being here long, although not sure where he was. Slightly regretting that he did not check, although he normally had a sense for this sort of thing. Like everything else with him lately, even his senses were beginning to become out of whack. Nothing mattered anymore; he thought to himself.

"We'll just have a quick look, then off we go." Grumbling and straightened up he walked briskly down the sidewalk of the almost deserted street. Tall trees loomed over the sidewalk. Full, lush leaves provided shade from the uncomfortable heat. And figured it was mid-July perhaps early August. So many thoughts rattled around in his mind, finding it hard to focus on one thing at a time. He wondered how much longer the TARDIS planned to keep this going. There had to be a reason but he just couldn't figure out what. Why she choose her continuous trips back to the same time, same location remained a mystery to him. One that he was becoming more and more determined to find out. The Doctor wasn't even sure he was going the right direction, but what else was there to do but walk and hope something would give him some sort of idea on why the TARDIS kept coming back here.

As he wandered about the street began to change, the gaps between the houses became more spaced out and fewer homes began to fill the landscape. The street curved around to the east, then continued straight for half a mile before coming to a dead end. A large, old abandoned factory sat at the end of this extended street; most of the homes that were left on this part of the street had long been unoccupied while some had been demolished. Long dry grass swayed on the lawns and against the houses. An uneasy sight that reminded him more of a deserted graveyard, instead that of a populated city street. The Doctor paused frowning. Something was wrong, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Something played at the back of his mind. The Doctor stared at the large building at the end of the street, a high chain link fencing surrounded it and one half had crumbled years ago. Something about this sight made his skin crawl, there was a heavy feeling in the air. Something was going on here, he could sense it and would have find out what.

As he started to move down the sidewalk toward the factory the ground around him began to rumble beneath his feet. What was left of the nearby windows shattered, the decrepit houses groaned with the sounds of popping and cracking. The Doctor staggered, trying to keep his balance. Then the rumbling stopped as quickly as it had started. He ran the rest of the way down the street towards the deserted factory, but there was nothing but the sound of his feet on pavement, and the pounding of his hearts in his ears. The silence was broken by a piercing roar that emanated from all around, and reverberated through him. The wet snarl that seemed to come from everywhere. The Doctor spun around holding his hand tightly over his ears to no avail. Vaguely he wondered if the sound came not just from around him but inside his mind. Not able to pinpoint from where the sound was originating his stomach tightened. Excitement thrummed through him. How he loved a good mystery, and it had been a long time since he had remotely done something this exciting, and on Earth nonetheless. Maybe this was what the TARDIS was trying to find him. Something unexplained, something unknown and thrilling to occupy his mind. It seemed like forever since he had done anything thrilling.

This thought made him smirk as he reached for his sonic screwdriver. "You're brilliant, you sexy thing," he mumbled. This is what he needed as the familiar buzz of the screwdriver brought back fond memories, and began scanning a full circle around the street. The sound had been far from human, and something he had actually heard previously, not that he had ever taken into account different growls before.

The Doctor flicked the sonic screwdriver open and stared wide-eyed, frozen at the readings; his hearts lurched then began to pound furiously at the readings. Quickly, hands trembling, he scanned again, this time just towards the old Factory. Taking another quick look he balked. "That's impossible," he gulped, eyes wide, running his fingers through his hair. "I... this..."

The screwdriver scanned two life signs, neither one human, nor from earth. One he recognized as a Soilar beast, a sort of tracking hound, which explained the earthquake and the very angry growl, but that's not what was shocking. The other life form, this was impossible. Completely and utterly, a breath caught in his throat as a very human sounding scream came from the factory.

"No, no, no!" He screeched shoving the screwdriver back into his pocket and ran flat-out as fast as he could towards the sounds of the scream.