8.1
A group of teens and two adults stood in the school library, gathered around a table.
"Hey, welcome to the Vampire Slayer Loop," said one. "I'm your local Anchor, Xander Harris, and these are my fellow natives: Angel the vampire and Giles the librarian."
The two in question waved.
"I'm Dave Stuttler," continued the only man not introduced, who sounded remarkably like Hiccup. "Anchor of The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Apparently, Xander and I have been best friends for years."
"Yeah, that means you're replacing Willow. Judging by the Loop name, I guess you're good on the magic end."
Dave bounced slightly in place. "I-I'm also a physicist. In my baseline."
Xander smiled, "So, good on the tech side, too. Alrighty. So, who's replacing our beloved Slayer?"
"Well, I'm Susan Summers for this Loop, but my home Loop is Equestria, where I'm Sunset Shimmer."
"And is there a reason you said to not invite Cordelia's replacement? I thought all you ponies were friends."
Sunset sighed and nodded. "Adagio's not a Looper. She also happens to be the closest thing I've got to an in-Loop arch-nemesis."
"Yep, she's your Cordy." Xander clapped his hands. "So! First up, we deal with the Master. Not that Master, though he has replaced ours from time to time."
"Yes," added Giles. "I'm told one of the Doctors usually takes my place during those times. I hope to actually meet him someday, though."
Deep under the library, a black, rotted figure sat on a throne of rock, four vampires kneeling before him.
"My faithful servants," croaked the Master, "soon the Harvest will commence. With enough sacrifices, I will be free and whole once more. Until then, however, lay low - our kind aren't the only ones attracted by the power of the Hellmouth."
"Yes, Master," chorused the vampires, then they rose as one and left the cavern.
The Master grimace in his rotted form. He hated Awakening in this decayed form. Except when it was as Mumm-Ra - that transformation tended to be quite heady.
Still, it would be nice to do some real Evil for a change. Every little act he managed was one more that proved that those blasted Elements didn't actually have a lasting effect on him.
He would gather his power, every Loop a little more, in secret. And then, when the Loops finally were over, he would strike.
And he would truly be the Master of All Matter.
8.2 (Gamerex27)
Walking around the corridors of whichever evil scientist they were trying to stop (the Doctor honestly had trouble telling them apart at this point), he and Sarah Jane froze as two guards rounded the same corner as them.
"Oi!" one of them said, pointing his gun at them. "You're not supposed to be here!"
Thinking fast, the (Third) Doctor pulled his wand out of his Pocket, and pointed it at both men. "Expelliarmus!" he said.
However, instead of blasting the guns out of both guards' hands, a swarm of bees emerged from the business end of the wand. Shrieking in terror, both men promptly fled from the intruders, as the bees chased after them.
"...That's not what the spell's supposed to do, is it?" Sarah Jane asked, raising her eyebrows.
Looking at the wand again, the Doctor sighed. "Unfortunately, yes," he replied. "It seems that I have drawn the wrong wand: this one is the 'Scarecrow's.'"
"But why bees?" the reporter asked, still confused.
"I haven't the faintest idea," the Time Lord replied, equally baffled. "I seem to recall hearing that 'Shulk' chap mentioning there was a bee infestation all over Yggdrasil. I'm just thankful that this particular body isn't allergic to them."
8.3 (Detective Ethan Redfield)
The Doctor (Number Ten) looked at his hand, then back to the tree sitting in front of him. Donna breathed a sigh of relief. "Good thinking, Doctor. Why a tree?"
The Doctor looked again between the tree that had once been a Dalek and his wand, "I was trying to banish it."
8.4 (Gamerex27)
The War Doctor blinked as he Awoke. Looking to his sides, he saw his Tenth and Eleventh selves beside him.
Slowly, the older Time Lords turned to look at the Moment, then at the red button all three of them had their hands on.
"Tell me that's not-?" Ten said, sounding more annoyed rather than depressed or weary (which he would normally be at this point).
"It is," Eleven sighed. "Oh, God, they are everywhere, aren't they. Like...well...in a swarm."
"Well," the War Doctor said, "since it's not a mass-murdering superweapon this time, and since it apparently won't affect Time Lords, I don't see any harm in using it now. Shall we?"
Nodding, the three men pushed down on the giant red button, just begging to be pushed, and it activated.
"E-MER-GEN-CY! E-MER-GEN-CY!" Daleks all across the fleet declared, as a swarm of abominations, each the size of a small moon, emerged from Gallifrey and flew right at their ships,
And somewhere, deep in his twisted, blackened heart, the Dalek Emperor felt fear. "NOT THE BEES! NOT THE BEEEEEEEES!"
8.5 (Scorntex)
Donna Awoke. Not even five seconds later, she regretted that, as her head exploded with pain.
Oh God, I've not woken up hung-over again, have I?
As she waited for reality to stop spinning and de-blur, or un-blur, or whatever the correct scientific term was supposed to be, she tried to remember exactly what it had been she'd been doing just before. For whatever reason, her brain was steadfastly refusing to yield any info on that score. She was pretty sure she could remember laughter...
After several minutes of sitting and trying to get the pain to dull, the blurs turned into her bedroom. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her Loop Memories to come back, which probably meant another pile of mum issues to add onto the pile.
Then, as reality became increasingly less fuzzy, she saw something lying on her bedside table. It was a note. Intrigued, she tried to reach out for it.
After several attempts, she managed to lift it, and read.
Dear Miss Noble
She stopped almost immediately. Miss? Who did this person think they were, calling her miss?
Fighting down her mild case of anger, she read on. Admittedly, not for very long, since the note consisted entirely of:
Don't do that.
Skuld.
And then it came back to her. She'd been trying to grow a TARDIS last Loop. Almost succeeded, too.
The mystery solved, Donna went back to the problem of the headache. If she recalled correctly, there was some aspirin in the bathroom. Once she took care of that problem, she supposed it was just a matter of waiting to see if and when the Doctor would show up.
It was two weeks before Donna realised something was off, starting with her granddad. Mercifully there wasn't anything different about him, but whenever he talked about aliens, he never mentioned any of the incidents that the Doctor had been involved with, which raised Donna's suspicions.
Then she checked the internet for anything about Cybermen. She found information about them all right.
As it turned out, they were fictional cyborgs from the long-running British science fiction show, Doctor Who.
At which point Donna began cursing, and didn't stop for some time.
8.6 (Jacob Thursday)
"Shaggy in the Werewolf Car is in the lead folks! But what's this!? OH! Triple threat with three, count 'em three simultaneous Blue Shells! Fluttershy is playing for keeps, folks!"
"It seems Herbie and Doctor 3's special, Bessie, are having out on the 2345th turn, while Link in the Hyrule Express seems to have engaged Link upon The King of Red Lions and Link on Epona in epic swordplay!"
"Look out, folks! Dick Dastardly has set dynamite on the tracks! Only to be sucked up by Kirby on the Warp Star... OH SH** HE'S GONNA BLOW!"
*kabewoom*
"Oh, look at that. It seems, quite ironically, that both The Great and Powerful Trixie in the Stage Wagon, and the Blue Demoman in the BLU Express have both been put out of the race! Thank the Admins for those Pinkie Pylons, eh folks?"
"And now a word from our sponsor."
8.7 (Evilhumour)
"What?" The Doctor looked over his shoulder as something just hit the TARDIS hard enough to send it spinning out of control. Looking up, he saw a large red S embedded into his ship..
"What?" He looked up to see the fleeing signs of what looked to be an elementary school flying away.
"HI THERE!" A small robot with green eyes appeared from the side of the TARDIS, smiling at him.
"What?!"
8.8 (Scorntex)
The Doctor was dead.
Not his usual brand of dead, where he was back and up on his feet looking for a new wardrobe ten minutes later. This was more the "have-stopped-breathing, might-not-make-tea" dead.
He tried to remember what he'd been doing. And then the smell of incense and old time came flooding back to his nose.
Karn. He'd gone to Karn, and Cass again. And it hadn't gone terribly well. Hence the dead. From the way his head hurt, a girder had hit him on the head. Or something girder-y.
A girder on the head. He wasn't about to live that one down for a few Loops. Almost as bad as the encounter with the Great Joltik some time back.
There was the familiar and singularly unpleasant feeling of coming back to life. For all the Sisterhood of Karn were terrifyingly good at fixing the tiny defect of death, it still hurt. Almost as much as the dying.
Their leader shuffled into view. The Doctor tried to look as tall and important as he could (all the more important given he hadn't even had a chance to wear his formal ragged clothing).
"Ah, I see I'm on Karn. This is Karn, isn't it? Which would make you the Sisterhood, and since you're the only ones here, you found me in the wreckage of that ship."
Their leader, Ohila if he remembered correctly, didn't look very surprised at that. "You know the ship is wrecked?"
"Well, I was there. Definitely the experience of a lifetime, I'd recommend trying it, if you ever get bored with living forever on a dead planet."
Ohila barrelled past him. She was amazingly good at that. "We have restored you to life, but it is a temporary measure. Talk fast, you have little under four minutes."
The Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness, He Who Should Never Be Allowed Near Christmas, Him In The Stupid Coat, stared levelly at the Sisterhood's leader.
"You know, that's always burned away in the back of my mind. Do I really have only four minutes to live?"
With some effort, he forced himself to his feet, eyes still locked on Ohila. "Because this whole situation seems highly suspect to me. A spaceship, with one woman, crashing on Karn, right within walking distance of your little cave."
"Temple," Ohila stated.
"A spaceship with none of its systems working, but still able to send out a distress call. One that I happened to pick up, in the middle of a Time War. And you just happened to have means of reviving me on hand. I'd have thought even for you they'd have taken time to prepare."
"We have many spaceships crashing on Karn," Ohila insisted. "It is a known peril, as you saw when you last visited here with your companion."
"Wasn't done yet," he said, "I think you're lying about my time limit. I think in four minutes I will still be very much alive. Because you need me for something."
Ohila's eyes narrowed dangerously. "The Time War. The war between the Daleks and the Time Lords grows more fear-"
"Yes, I know. Reality is threatened and I am the only one who can save it. Because I am the Doctor, the man who defeats the Daleks. Saves worlds."
His voice was quiet, like the eye of a storm. "But I have fought Daleks. Time and again I have destroyed Daleks. And they survive, while I loose all the things that matter."
"You cannot escape the war," Ohila said. "No-one can. Every part of time, every moment of time, is breaking and tearing, as the abominations this war has unleashed run rampant through history. If you could end it, you wi-"
"I know. I would save countless lives."
"Because you are the Good Man."
"The man who makes people better," he said, without joy or satisfaction. Just a statement of fact. There was noise as the Sisterhood brought Cass's body in.
"She is beyond our help," Ohila noted, as he moved towards her. He stopped as she did.
"Amazing, really. You didn't even need to look at her to notice that. You should move to London," he noted as he turned on his screwdriver, giving Cass a cursory scan. She was utterly dead, yet surprisingly intact for someone who'd had a small spaceship on top of her. "Find a traumatised war veteran, become a consulting resurrector. You might even make some money out of it."
"And that," he added, "is also something. You saying she's dead, and since naturally I have no idea what your potions do, I'd probably give up on trying to save Cass here. And if I were in a slightly more despondent mood, I'd probably be easy to talk into doing something really reckless."
He took a deep breath. "Except I still don't believe what you said. How long is there left?"
"A minute," Ohila said. The Doctor just folded his arms, and glowered at her.
"Fine then. I'm game. We'll see who rusts first."
He took a small amount of satisfaction at the Karnite's blank look at that.
Seconds ticked past. And more seconds. And more. And more.
Finally, four full minutes had passed. And the Doctor did not instantly drop dead.
The Doctor unfolded his arms. "Well," he said, trying not to let the rising fury in his voice show, even as Ohila's eyes went wide. "I suppose that is that."
He moved in close towards Ohila, who tried stepping back as she approached. "I'm leaving now," he said, with an eerie calm. "Don't try and stop me. Don't try and contact me again. And pray to whatever God you choose that we don't meet again. But don't worry, I'll sort out the Time War. My way. Free of charge. Because I am the Doctor. And that is what I do. Goodbye, Ohila."
He turned around, and picked up Cass' body. Without a single look back, he walked out of the cave, toward the TARDIS. As he went, he tried to think of a lovely planet to bury Cass on. The Eye of Orion, perhaps. Somewhere quiet. Peaceful. That sounded nice to him.
8.9 (Evilhumour)
"Wait, wait, wait, wait." The man was holding onto the railing with his legs nearly giving out on him. "There's thirteen of you now?"
The Doctors nodded their heads at the captain.
"Best day-" At that, Captain Jack Harkness just fainted with the biggest smile on his face.
8.10 (crossoverpairinglover and OathToOblivion)
(crossoverpairinglover)
Stepping out of the T.A.R.D.I.S shortly before he was scheduled to meet Rose for the first time, The Doctor looked around trying to ascertain exactly where he was.
"I WILL NEVER CONVERT! THE FIRE OF MY SOUL WILL NEVER BE DULLED BY WHAT YOU CALL PERFECTION! IT'S THE FLAWS THAT SPARKS MY FIRE!"
The unnecessarily loud voice that shouted out from the distance from the massive robot that was the Gurren Laggan (and one of it's most famous, bombastic and shade loving drivers) battling with what appeared to be the Bureau.
As the massive red robot caused what appeared to be a half dozen Bureau Pegasi to spontaneously explode, the Doctor shook his head as he turned to open the
It would appear he would not be needed here, perhaps he could get back to where he actually had to be...
WHACK
Without thinking, he walked right into the T.A.R.D.I.S door, that would not open.
...
Pointing a Kingdom Key at it, The Doctor let loose a blast of light right at the door.
It promptly made a farting failure noise like the wands from the world of the Fairy God Parents.
"TAKE THIS YOU FOUL FALSE ZECORA! YOU'RE RHYMING IS WORSE THAN A OLD FEDORA!" Kamina (if the Doctor recalled correctly)'s loud voice echoed off from far away, apparently fighting (and mocking) Zecora. "THIS IS FOR ALL MY FRIENDS YOU KILLED, ESPECIALLY THE TOY-MAKER! GIGA-DRILL-BREAKER!"
...
"Serpent's Tail!"
With the slimy, dragon like Shen-Gon-Wu in hand, the Doctor turned intangible and flew right towards the door of the T.A.R.D.I.S (Who was acting normally before he had gotten stuck here)
He slammed right into the door, his only copy of that rather useful Shen-Gon-Wu flying away into the distance.
"THE SITH I'D EVER GIVE UP! THE FIERY TEACHINGS OF MY MASTER FLOWS THROUGH MY VERY CORE! I'LL NEVER LOOSE TO YOU, NOT WHILE MY FIGHTING SPIRIT REMAINS!" It might be the frustration the Doctor was hearing, but it almost sounded like Kamina was female.
...
It seemed there was was no other option but to try and find someone to help him out, so he sent out a ping.
Oddly enough, he got nothing back, even with Kamina within enhanced, bend reality at your will, hearing. Which was, in itself, odd.
Odder still, was what he started to notice as he began apparating around, looking for any sign of the Kamina who may be female.
The desert, which was quite clearly the desert that the war between humanity and beastman was fought in, was also...off somehow.
It might just be him, but the colors seemed, faded somehow.
Then, he found the blur.
A big, freaking, blur that seemed to cut off the desert from...something else.
With a ponderous look, the Doctor idly considered poking the wall, but decided to simply play it safe and instead tossed a rock at it.
The pebble went through...as a large, green horse head burst out of it radiating enough anger and radiation to unnerve even a Dalek.
"WHO HIT FLULK WITH PEBBLE!"
The Doctor was promptly eaten alive like some Titan fodder in Trost.
Ultimate Hulk Fluttershy. Like regular Hulk Fluttershy, but cannibalistic.
Ouch.
(OathToOblivion)
Suddenly, the Doctor woke up from where he'd actually been sleeping for once. He breathed rather heavily, both hearts pounding as he tried to take in what he'd just been dreaming about. Then he noticed a certain piece of food that he had been eating before he had gone to sleep.
"Note to self: banana pizzas are not in the least fantastic."
8.11 (Scorntex)
The Doctor pressed the button. Suddenly, half a dozen Daleks appeared.
"IN-FORM HIGH COM-MAND! THE DOC-TOR HAS PRESSED THE BUTTON! HE IS NOW A PRI-SON-ER OF THE DALEKS!"
The Doctor stared at the Daleks, then to the button, then back to the Daleks, then back to the Daleks.
"How'd you build that with no hands?"
The Daleks somehow managed to stare at the floor awkwardly.
"WE SHALL EX-PLAIN... LATER."
8.12
The Doctor wiped some sweat off his brow. It was the ultimate temptation. A big red button. No idea what it would do.
He still wasn't sure why he had taken it from Gune that time he'd been replacing Cale on the hunt for the Titan.
Maybe it had something to do with the button. So few things in his universe used a big red button.
After a few agonizing moments, the Doctor reached forward to push the button. If it was something bad, the Loops would take care of it.
"No, I don't think so, Doctor," said Sarah Jane Smith, snatching the mysterious device off the table.
"Oh, but Sarah..." whined the Doctor, attempting puppy dog eyes that somehow managed to clash with his curly hair.
"No. We'll get this looked at by a proper engineer before you do anything with it. For all we know, it could cause a crash like what Lyra did over in Equestria's Loops."
The Doctor sighed and nodded contritely. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I'll just stick it back in my pocket-" Sarah moved the device out of his reach.
"And then you'll just try again when no one else is Awake. No. I'll hang onto it. Maybe have Batman take a look next time I'm Lois Lane."
The Doctor was trying very hard not to pout. And failing miserably.
8.1: The Master plays the long game, especially now that he's truly immortal.
8.2: Several Doctors have been to Hogwarts, and each has their own wand. Sometimes they get mixed up in the chaos.
8.3: And you never get quite the right results with another wizards wand, even when that wizard is another of you.
8.4: Of course, that still leaves the corruption of the Time Lords to deal with.
8.5: Since time capsules are sapient life, trying to grow one is similar to having a child who can time travel. Which is nasty-terrible.
8.6: With Fused Loops, the Wacky Races get wackier all the time.
8.7: ... Yeah, I don't even know.
8.8: When this happens, he tends to walk away safely, only to regenerate later anyways. Sometimes, though, he makes it out of the cave and drops.
8.9: Captain Jack just can't tell you what he's thinking right then.
8.10: Dreams can be really bizarre things sometimes.
8.11: The Doctor just can't resist a big red button.
8.12: Grune's box is a mystery for the ages.