Chapter Ninety Nine

"Doctor," I said, standing in Moffat's office. "I would like you to meet Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss."

"You!" Moffat shouted, his face draining white, stumbling backwards. He crashed into his desk. "No. No no no no no no, this can't be real. I have to be dreaming."

I held up my hand. "How many fingers do I have?"

He looked at it. "Five."

"In a dream you have more fingers," I said. "You're not dreaming."

"No, I have to be dreaming," he said, slowly standing up.

I sighed, grabbed a bat - I have no idea why Steven Moffat has a baseball bat in his office - and rammed his side with it.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" he cried.

"Oh, look," I said in monotone. "Pain. Last time I checked, you can't feel pain in a dream."

He turned whiter as he realized that this was real.

"So," I said. "You want to explain why you're acting like you've seen a ghost? Because I've damn well never met you before."

"Well, Rissa," he said, "I've seen you before."

"Where?" Gatiss asked. "What is going on? Would someone explain, please?"

Moffat sighed. "Sit down. This is going to take a while."

...

It was almost funny, except, nothing was very funny anymore.

Not to me, at least.

"The story of the Doctor is passed down through this," Moffat said, tugging on a stone on his bracelet. "As the lead writer of the show changes, so does the owner of this bracelet."

"What do you mean?" Gatiss asked. It seemed like he was just as oblivious as the rest of us.

"It gives you dreams," Moffat said. "You have visions of the Doctor and his companions. And Rissa, I'm sorry that I changed so much-"

"What do you mean, changed so much?" I asked.

He sighed. "Russell didn't change anything. He wrote it exactly as the story came. I did the same for Amy, but you were different."

"What do you mean?" I asked, processing this new information.

"I had to change your character. For one, you were too young, at fifteen. Two, you were American. I had no idea how that would go over with everyone. Three, I knew that you would show up here, and I couldn't do that. Do you know what would happen if I put myself into the story? So instead, I took all of your knowledge of the Doctor and made the Impossible Girl plot. Also, even if I could get Kripke, Marvel, and Rowling to allow the crossover, people who didn't watch everything would become very confused, and it would be hard to film the five year war. It was hard enough for Russell to do the one – year thing with Martha, and it would be even harder to explain five years. And I just find actors who I feel look the closest to...you."

We were all quiet, and then the Doctor spoke up. "Well, it seems that one good thing has come from this: At least we know that I am real. You were simply seeing visions of me, not writing my story. And that," he gestured to the bracelet, "is part of the Tardis Data Core, which is why you've been seeing everything."

"Because the Tardis is your constant companion," I said quietly.

"Well," the Doctor said, getting up, "This was interesting. We'll be going now, and you will stop writing this story." He took the bracelet from Moffat. "And I'll be taking this,"

"No, you can't!" Moffat shouted.

"Doctor, wait!" I said.

He stopped and looked back at me. "Yes?"

"Please give it back to him," I said quietly.

"Why?" he asked.

I bit my lip. "You have no idea what Doctor Who has done for people. It has saved lives. It gives people hope when they have none. It inspires millions of people to be themselves and to realize just how important and unique they are. If it wasn't for Doctor Who, I would have killed myself years ago." There. It was out. The thing that I didn't want to say.

He looked at Moffat and Gatiss. "Is this true? Does it really have this effect on people?"

They nodded.

"I know that it invades your privacy," I said. "But it changes people's lives. It changed mine."

He handed the bracelet back to Moffat.

"Alright," the Doctor said. "Keep writing. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."

He took my hand and led me back to the Tardis.

...

"So now where?" he asked.

"Now you take me back to Loki," I said. "I'm retiring from this. At least for a couple decades."

"Alright," the Doctor said, setting the location.

"But you need to promise me something, Doctor," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"You need to promise that you'll visit every weekend. And you need to promise to find a new companion. And bring them with you."

"Why a new companion?" he asked.

"Because," I said. "You're not you when you're alone."

...

And in Moffat's office, the blue box disappeared from sight, with two writers staring at the empty spot in shock.

...

So, someone told me that I'm the second most commented fanfic in the SPN/DW crossover section. I don't know if it's true or not, but if it is, good job everyone! Also, let's try to make it to first!

Have a nice weekend! :)