Author's Notes
Steven Moffat owns Doctor Who. Russell T. Davies and Julie Gardner owned Doctor Who until the end of the 10th Doctor's run. Toby Whithouse owns Being Human.
Quotes are from wiki/All_God%27s_Children.
The idea for the plot comes from articles I read online saying that Russell Tovey was a possible choice to replace David Tennant as the Doctor. For some reason, won't let me post the website link.
Being Time Lord
Chapter 2
"It's true! I killed her!" Kemp sneered. "Your friend. I threw her over to the other side."
John Mitchell responded by roughly shoving the human against the wall. He continued his taunts, despite the angry vampire's attack. "Did you feel her go? Hm? Did you hear her scream as she was ripped from this world? I want you to know pain. Like the families of your victims, I want you to know grief and rage! As I did."
"I'm gonna kill you!" Mitchell roared. "I'm gonna rip your head off!"
"I'm ready to meet my maker," the priest responded. "Are you ready to meet yours?"
The 115-year-old vampire wrapped a hand around the priest's neck. The man's heartbeat pulsed in Mitchell's ears and the smell of the man's blood tantalized his nose. His superior sense of smell could detect human sweat, fear, and stupid misguided bravery. Did humans really think courage or faith in some deity would save their pathetic lives? Oh, he would make them suffer. It was bad enough that they had destroyed his comrades, his brothers-in-arms. Vampires had been killing humans – drinking their blood for sustenance – for millennia. But these particular vampires had been making a genuine effort to stay off blood. Had Kemp and his people bothered to find that out? No! Even if they had, it wouldn't have mattered. Vampires were monsters, demons to vanquish. But Annie? Sweet, gentle Annie. Annie who was always there with a smile and a cuppa. What had Annie ever done to hurt anyone?
John Mitchell could smell copper and iron and … someone was rapidly approaching. The vampire didn't recognize the scent. Whoever or whatever was standing behind him wasn't human. They didn't have the musty odor of a werewolf, either. Had he not been consumed with anger, bloodlust, and revenge, he would have turned to see who or what was there.
The mystery creature placed a firm hand on the furious vampire's shoulder. "I have lost too much today," he heard George Sands say.
Had he been calmer, he would have tried to find out why his best friend smelled differently. "Get out of here, George!" He attempted to shake the wolf off.
The wolf (why didn't he smell like a wolf?) tightened his grip. "I'm not going to lose you, too."
"I'll kill him!" the vampire screamed. "And I'll kill you, too."
"No you won't," George answered matter-of-factly.
"You don't know what I've done."
"You're still in there somewhere," the werewolf assured him.
The vampire found himself being roughly dragged away from the murderous human. "They killed her!" he cried.
"And this is how you're going to honor her!" George scolded. "If you want to kill, if you want to rip away every last shred of humanity, then fine! But don't you dare do it in Annie's name! They're monsters! Not us!"
"We lost her," Mitchell sobbed.
His friend wrapped an arm around the grieving vampire's shoulders. "I know. But I got you back."
George patted his back one more time and quietly motioned for him to step aside. He reached into his pocket and took out what looked like a thick pen with a blue light at one end. Then, with a confidence Mitchell wasn't used to seeing in his usually neurotic friend, the wolf marched resolutely up to the priest. Father Kemp remained leaning against the wall, rubbing his nearly strangled neck. George pressed a button and the weird pen started buzzing. Next, the werewolf waved the pen in front of the priest – up, down, side-to-side, and in circles.
"Human," George said in amazement. "Not alien. 100% human." There was a look in his friend's eyes that the vampire had never seen before. Curiosity mixed with anger. "No wonder the Earth isn't ready for contact with other planets. Anyone not exactly like you – you destroy them. And I'm just talking about other humans."
"You're not humans!" Kemp spat. "You're demons! You must be eradicated." He attempted to swipe away the pen.
"John Mitchell has more humanity in his little finger than you have in your whole body!" George snapped back. "Father Elias Kemp, I am giving you one chance. One chance to put this right."
"Who are you?" the priest sneered.
George ignored him and used the pen to scan the area. Suddenly, he touched the wall, licked his index finger, and held it up.
"She's in a parallel world. Not the one holding Rose, mind you. If you had sent Annie there, you would have ripped a hole in the universe nearly the size of – no, the exact size of Belgium! What do you humans call it? Purgatory? Funny name, 'Purgatory.' Reminds me of Purgatoria. It's the second moon of the planet Dantes. Not one of my favorite places, let me tell you. Can you believe they outlawed bananas? Bananas! Good source of potassium, I tried telling them. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have used a banana to insult the king's mother …" He broke off his rant. "Oh, this is brilliant!" He turned to his best friend, a wide grin breaking out on his face. "We can still save her!" The pen whirred even louder.
Mitchell didn't even bother trying to understand the strange words his friend was excitedly babbling. What did CenSSA do to his friend? The last thing he needed was a werewolf in the middle of a mental breakdown. Speaking of werewolves, why did George smell so strange? He didn't smell like a wolf. He certainly did not smell like a human, either.
"You did something to him," Mitchell realized. He glared at the (equally confused?) priest. "What the hell did you do to my friend?!"
"He didn't do anything to me," George assured him. "I'm the Doctor," he explained. "I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey."
"Demon, begone!" Kemp muttered. The priest's fervent prayers had no effect on the werewolf (alien?!).
The alien turned his dark gaze on the priest. "I'm the one who's gonna stop you!"