A/N: Ah, hello again, dear readers! I apologize for, once again, getting your hopes up, but this is, once again, not the beginning of Part II, but instead a little bit of a gift for you all. Partially to remind you that I am still alive, and I am working very diligently on Part II. Tomorrow is my final for Algebra, so I should have more time to write. And I'm being a complete idiot by working on this instead of studying. But I do like to procrastinate. I think I know the material pretty well, though. Hopefully. Wish me luck!

Also, because Moffat's being a d*** and withholding the 50th trailer from all of us who didn't go to comic-con. The *goes off on rant filled with lots of anger and curse-words you don't want to hear directed at Moffat/BBC*

But you know how it is. He'll give us a cookie and we'll practically worship the man's genius again. *sigh* not to mention fan-geek over the amount of awesomeness in the 50th. (OMG OMG DALEKS! DALEKS! TIME WAR! THREE DOCTORS! MOVIE-LENGTH! DAVID TENNANT! MATT SMITH! BILLIE PIPER! AHHHHH! AWESOMENESS!)

Okay, done now.

Anyway, and so, for all of my dear readers, a bit more than a crumb.

For you all, I present to you a prequel.

Enjoy!

-REMEMBER ME-

PART II PREQUEL

Trenzalore

In the beginning, there was nothing.

No time, no space, no light.

Only darkness.

In this darkness, the only thing to have appeared, the only thing that existed, was a blue box that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. And two people watched as the heavens were created.

Stars, planets, time, space. All burst into existence.

And it spread, outwards like ripples in a pond. The universe, created in an instant.

And then the blue box disappeared.

Thousands, millions, eons, an undefinable amount of time later, it reappeared.

The young universe had grown in the box's absence. Life has appeared. Trees, plants, animals, and people. On young planets, ready and ripe to live.

One planet in particular is where our story starts. It was a young planet, but bursting with life.

It was the very first planet in all the universe.

And it was called Trenzalore.

The people on this planet were only beginning to crawl out of their caves, but they were the most advanced in all the universe. They were ready to start a new phase of life. All they needed was a push.

That push came in the form of the blue box.

In landed, before them, like a ghost, appearing from nowhere.

And out of the box stepped a man.

He was a strange man. He spoke oddly, for these people, who had barely developed a language of their own. He dressed oddly, considering these people only wore the barest of animal skins for modesty and protection. And he was odd.

He wore a purple jacket and black pants and a bow tie, had floppy, shiny hair. He spun around a lot and talked very fast. He was very alien to these people. His companion was just as odd, the one he called impossible. A girl, with shiny brown hair and short skirts made out of flowing fabric. She watched in wide-eyed wonder at the things around her.

He spoke as though a different language. He spoke of engines and ships and stars and planets and history and time, none of which these people had any words for. He spoke to his companion. She, too, came from the blue box.

It was odd, for these strangers could not both have fit inside it. The man explained, he said it was bigger on the inside. He called it a TARDIS, though on the outside it said Police Box.

The man piqued these people's curiosity, as he showed them to his companion. She was excited, and watched in wonder at all of the things he showed her.

And the people learned. The people were curious. And so he taught them, and they listened.

But this all cost him dearly, for a question was asked. The first question in the universe. The one that must never be answered. And there was danger, and he saved them. Not only from their ignorance, but from a threat they no longer remember.

And he fell. The fall of the Eleventh.

And when they left, the man was remembered.

His lessons were always remembered.

His sacrifice was always remembered.

And, in time, as the people grew, and built great cities, and temples, and houses and learned to dress in shining metals and plate their cities in gold. They learned, they learned of the stars, and recorded every line of history, so they might never forget.

And so, too, did the legend of the blue box develop and evolve. In time, as the stories were passed down, fact became stories, stories became history, history became legend, legend became myth. And the man called the Doctor changed from man to hero to myth to God.

He never returned, but the people never forgot. And his good will turned into an instrument of fear, as his wrath threatened the people, fires fanned by those who sought to control.

Fear turned to rage, and the people forgot their purpose of learning, of seeing the stars, and turned instead to worshiping their God, the Doctor, in fear.

But this was not the end.

The people fought back, and were split. Those who worshipped the Doctor from fear, and those who remembered that he was a kind old man that had not intended for them to live in fear. But still, all believed him to be God.

And there was war.

Cities destroyed, millions dead, and for what? There was no purpose to the fighting, only fighting. Only death, destruction.

And it was in the midst of all of this chaos, in the flames and the fires and the blood, that he returned.

And only a few native people witnessed this, as they watched from the sea of trees as it appeared out of nowhere, as the tales always said. They stopped in their fighting, turning to watch.

"It has come!" they said, crying out in joy. "The Blue Box! He has come! He is here! The Doctor!"

-?-

A/N: Okay, I hope you all realized that was the Eleventh Doctor and Clara in the first part there. I figure this was basically after the events of "The Name of the Doctor" as well as after whatever happens in the 50th, but before Matt Smith regenerates. I'm stepping into dangerous territory here, because I don't know what's going to happen and I run the risk of it all being completely irrelevant after the 50th and Christmas special.

But my theory is that the "Fall of the Eleventh" hasn't really happened yet, and the Doctor and Clara will have to go back to Trenzalore (during the events of the Christmas Special) a battle will take place (hopefully with the Silence, I want the Christmas special to be called "Silent Night" so badly), the question will be asked, and the Eleventh will fall. Not at the beginning of the universe, no, that only makes sense in my story. well, I assume that the Doctor was there at the beginning and the first question to ever be asked was "Doctor Who?" in response to the Doctor introducing himself as the Doctor like he normally does. Anyway, The question will be asked, the battle will take place, the Silence will fall, and Matt Smith with regenerate. Also, somehow, this is the end of his life, (spent them all up, last two on John Hurt Doctor and the Meta Crisis) and he's given limitless regenerations, hence why when Clara jumped into his time stream she only saw from Gallifrey to Trenzalore and no other Doctors but 1-11. His life somehow starts anew.

Anyway, just my theory, completely irr-elephant.

Oh, and a cookie for all of you who caught my Pond reference. *Boromir meme* One does not simply say "Pond" without thinking of "The Ponds."

(That awkward moment when you can't stop thinking in memes)

Well, moving right along…

I should tell you all, my computer has gone wonky (I broke the screen, it's heartbreaking. I can only use the TV as a monitor now), and therefore there will still be a bit of a delay in posting Part II.

How much of a delay, you ask?

Er, still, I hate to pull a Moffat, but, ah, "soon."

As in, "Still a few weeks"

(I know I said that a few weeks ago but hopefully I mean it this time)

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~gfg