Self-Mutilation

The Warking had reluctantly surrendered his weapon at the behest of his future self and carried the Colonel as the Zygons marched them to a prison cell. As they entered the organic weave grew around the sides and locked them in, the Warking gently lowered the Colonel to the floor before turning to his future self.

"Well, good work Doctor!" the Warking said sarcastically. "We're captured and in a cell on a ship filled with enemy agents, with got them right where we want them, bravo!"

"And what would have been your plan!" the Doctor spun to face the Warking anger and hatred brimming in his eyes. "Massacre your way through them, a few more deaths on my conscience since only us; your successors feel the guilt! You killed whole planets and never felt anything till you became us."

"What have I done to earn such hatred?" the Warking seemed genuinely curious. "All I did was fight in the war and follow through with Romana's plan."

"All… all… you are guilty of war crimes!" the Doctor roared back as he tried to intimidate his past.

"What war crimes, stopping the Daleks?" the Warking was more and more annoyed.

"The destruction of Skaro, the Telac Galactic cluster and the Last Day to name a few!" the Doctor was bellowing now. "There's a reason I sealed your persona into the Room with no Doors!"

"My head…" the Doctor and the Warking spun as the Colonel begun to stir.

"Colonel are you alright?" the Doctor asked, his anger having faded as he walked to the UNIT officers side.

"Yes Doctor, it's just a headache…" Mace trailed off as he saw who else was in the room. "But, you're the Doctor as well?"

"No his not," the Doctor turned his glare back to the Warking. "You're right that's my past self, but he's not the Doctor, he's called the Warking."

"Okay…" the Colonel said with quite a good handle on the events around him. "I'm Colonel Mace, Warking it's good the meet you."

"Likewise," the Warking shook Mace's hand and smiled. "But now we need to focus on getting out of this cell. Any ideas Doctor?"

"Well, no we can't use the sonic and…" the Doctor gazed around the cell before adding in a resign manner. "I've got nothing."

"Okay, well then lets see," the Warking rushed forward and lent on the membrane, he rubbed up and down the fleshy substance. "It's got a high tensile strength I'll give it that, but I doubt it has high elasticity."

"Not a prison on the room with no doors…"the Doctor muttered beneath his breath.

"What?" the Colonel looked to the Doctor in confusion.

"Time Lord…" the Warking reared up as the Zygon headed to the cell. "Which of you is in charge."

"That would be me," the Warking stepped forward.

"Who put you in charge?" the Doctor said trying to restrain his former self, the Warking however simply turned and twisted the Doctor's hand to break free and walk forward.

"I am the Warking, twice nominated Lord High President of Gallifrey, Supreme Commander of Time Lord Military forces during the Time War," the Warking raised his eye so meet the Zygons gaze. "Fought in the Time War from the First skirmishes to the Last Day, I've seen the intuitive revolution, I fought in the Eternal War and I remember the Old Time. You will take me to your leader!"

Not waiting the Warking stepped forward as the cell opened and he followed the Zygon as it went along the corridor, the Warking on its tail.

"Oh, did I mention that he is the version of me who fought in the Time War?" the Doctor gave a false grin to the Colonel as his gaze followed his past. "I just hope he doesn't annoy them as much as he does me…"

The Warking stood under the light as the Zygons milled around him.

"You said 'Take me to your leader',"the Warking smiled a bit as the projection of Alistair.

"Why would I, when I give instructions it annoys them as they get angrier I'll be able to glean more information." The Warking digged into his pocket before finding a stick of Celery, he offered it to Alistair. "Celery?"

"No Thete,"

Smiling the Warking took a bite, he'd rather be called Thete than 'Doctor'

"Do you regret anything?" the Warking blinked and turned back to look directly at 'Alistair'.

"What?" the Warking was now truly confused.

"Throughout your life any regrets," Alistair slowly morphed into a teenage boy wearing what looked like pyjamas, a small golden star was pinned to his chest.

"Adric…"the Warking backed off in shock. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

"Sure you could, just violate the second Law of Time," 'Adric' calmly pointed out. "But you won't will you; it's easy to be the rebel when you're the teachers pet."

The simple sentence shocked the Warking to the core, ever since he'd left his home of the House of Lunbarrow to the academy under Brax's wing he'd played the school rebel but paradoxically he'd also been the teacher's pet with Borusa. While known as a renegade he always played by the rules, bending them maybe but he never set out to break them.

"Time is immutable, you can't change history, not a single line." The Warking drew strength. "Not even the Highest Lord President of Gallifrey has the right to rewrite history at a whim."

"What's your impression of him? Your future?" 'Adric' turned back into 'Alistair'.

"He's a waste, his mind snapped under the strain of what he's done and I will do all I can not to turn into him but I won't shy away from what needs to be done for selfish reasons," the Warking fired back.

"Really?" Alistair walked around the Warking he seemed to hesitate before continuing. "Do you know what happens to you after you regenerate?"

"My persona will become suppressed into my subconscious, were I will face judgement for what I've done, I will probably have to count on my seventh incarnation for defence." The Warking calmly stated. "I will face their punishment gladly, it can't be worse than what I've seen in this war."

"You're crucified,"

"What…" the Warking looked up in shock.

"Your ninth and tenth incarnations crucify you deep inside your subconscious, they torture you," Alistair looked directly into the Warking's eyes. "Your eleventh incarnation, the one you've just seen doesn't have the stomach to torture you that way, so instead he leaves you sealed up in solitary in the room with no doors. You often say there's no one in the universe who hates you as much as you hate yourself, and you are the focus of that hatred. The Eternal War, trusting Rassilon, Pythia, Omega's tragedy, you are far more than just another Time Lord…"

With the last word the Moment morphed into Innocet, a cousin of the Warking's House, someone he always viewed as an older sister.

"… For you were certainly not from Lungbarrow's loom, what secrets do you have… What could you tell us of the Old Time, the Time of Chaos," 'Innocet' paused her brushing her flaming ginger hair back. "You have much to feel guilt about, how is you conscience Gallifreyan…"

Innocet faded till only air was left, for that was all she was a Matrix projection.