This is a rewrite of the first fic I ever wrote entitled "He Has Her Eyes." If you read it, you can get an idea of the Doctor's POV for this chapter. I decided to connect the two stories because I wanted Drift to have more of a back story and Ryder's seemed like a good choice. But it's a one shot that can still be considered canon and not part of this Verse when read alone.

We sit in a dusty and dark basement while the war continues to rage outside. "We have to wipe out the Daleks completely if we are to win this war," Romana states adamantly.

"Agreed but how? The Daleks have us on the defensive," the Doctor says hopelessly.

I haven't spoken in hours, but it's time. I can't put it off any longer. "There is one way." Now they looked at me expectantly and wearily.

"How?" they asked at the same time.

"We must use the Temporal Distorter. The Moment is the only way." Shock registers on Romana's face and a look of defeat crossed the Doctor's old and haggard features.

"We can't!" Romana cries. "It will destroy Gallifrey. Everything would be gone."

The Doctor's hushed voice speaks, "So would the Daleks. It would mean the end of the war."

"It would," I stated matter of factly.

Romana sighs. "The counsel will never agree. Lord President has become too fixed on power and survival. He'll kill us before he authorizes it."

The Doctor's fury comes through in his reply. "He would see the end of all the universe for a chance to control the vortex. We already knew we would have to stop him at the end of this. But it seems to be necessary now."

"It will have to be you that keeps him from stopping us Romana. The Doctor and I are already outcasts. Neither of us will be able to get in close enough," I explain.

Romana sighs again. "You're right. It will have to be me. You two will have to be the ones that do the rest."

The Doctor clenched his jaw. "In that case, Romana, you should leave and get to that. The less you know about our plan, the better."

Romana nods slightly and turns to leave. She stops and looks at us both. "Good luck then. Be careful. Both of you."

"Rassilon with you," we reply according to custom. It's habitual please try despite not meaning it. The Doctor's eyes meet mine as we share an understanding only we can have. We're about to commit genocide. On our own species. Except I know that it won't be that. Gallifrey will move on to a pocket universe. But the Doctor must live with the guilt for the rest if his life. I take comfort knowing that his son will help save it.

"The President isn't the only one we have to distract," I remind him gently.

"Davros." He doesn't even try to hide the malice in his voice. "I should do it. He already hates me and will be fixated on me," he said.

"No." I sigh. He doesn't know why. "It can't be you. It has to be me. I can use a Bio-deflector to make him think that I'm you."

"But that leaves me to Detonate the Moment. You can't ask me to do that," he exclaims.

I take a deep breath and break it to him the only way I can. "You already have."

Understanding dawns on his face. "Did you cross your own timeline because I thought you knew better than that!"

"I didn't cross any timelines," I say exasperated. Lie. "I'm just a paradox Doctor. I've always been a paradox." Truth.

"You knew. You knew that it was going to end this way."

"I tried to find a way to change it. I really did. But this war is time locked. I can't change it and neither can you. It was all leading to this. When you met me you saw that our timelines were interwoven. Why did you think that was? I was always going to tell you how to stop it and you were always going to be the one to take action. I give you the gun and you pull the trigger. Always." I repeat the words his future self told to me.

His face goes blank as he becomes emotionally drained. "You're going to die." Its a statement. Not a question.

"Everyone dies Doctor. You understand that better than a lot of our own people."

He looks at the floor before he looks at me again. "How long have you known?"

I can't look at him as I answer. "I've known since the moment I came into this world. This is my fate." Not entirely true. I've known since I came to Gallifrey. But he doesn't hear that way. I continue. "I'll distract Davros. You go to the dome city and retrieve the Temporal Distorter. There's a rumor that the device is sentient. You must be prepared for judgment from its consciousness."

He hesitates only a second before pulling me into a hug. He hasn't hugged me in this form before. We are fighters with no time. But this is goodbye. Or so he thinks. For me it is, so I hug him back. "You were brilliant Drift. Don't forget that."

"Promise me something." I pull away.

"Anything."

"No matter what happens, no matter how much it hurts, keep breathing. Keep running," I beg him.

He searches my face. For what I don't know. "I have no desire to survive this."

"Please."

"Alright." He gives in and I give I slight smile.

"Thank you. Good luck Doctor. I know you're going to be fantastic."

"May Rassilon be with you."

I adjust a teleport on my wrist and shrug on my leather jacket. I smile one last time before pushing the button, and in a flash of light, I leave him alone, only to see another him. My first Doctor whom never thought I'd meet. Nine.

I can tell he's sulking and I can venture a guess. After all, I came here for a reason.

"Are you trying to be stupid?"

He spins around to face me. "You're alive!"

I feel bad for giving him hope. But I have to crush it. "At the moment."

His face falls. "Oh, you haven't yet have you."

"No," I shake my head. "I needed to make this stop first. Another paradox actually. I seem to be full of them. I'm here to tell you that you have to go back."

He looks confused. "Go back where?"

"To Rose Tyler, stupid." I roll my eyes but secretly thrilled. I always wanted to know why he asked twice.

"She said 'no'," he argues.

"Well, you left out the best bit. It travels in time," i smile widely, even if it doesn't quite reach my eyes. "You need her Doctor. More than you know or could possibly understand at the moment. So go."

"They're all dead Drift. There's no one left. Not even you. I'm last of our kind Drift," he says with heartbreaking despair.

"I know. I always knew actually. I know that you blame yourself but you shouldn't. I'm just as guilty."

He looks at me coldly. "But I have to live with it. You made me promise that. Why?"

"Because you're fantastic. You will be fantastic for so many more adventures. You're going to see so much and help so many. There's no one left Doctor which means that the protection of time and space falls to you. The last of the Time Lords! The Oncoming Storm! You still have so much to do. So yes I made you promise to live. To run. And I know I can't hold your hand but Rose can. And I will still be there in your memory. I will be running with you in my hearts."

"Okay," he sighed. I'll go back. I'll live, I'll run, and I'll show Rose the universe. I won't break my promise, I swear. "

"Good. I'm glad you lost the waist coat. It was getting a little old. But I do still like the jacket. It suits this you." I move to press my vortex manipulator but he stopped me.

"Can you tell Davros something for me?"

"Anything."

"Tell him I said bye." We share a grin and laugh.

I look at him and I realize something. "Did you know that you have my eyes?" I grin cheekily.

"Oi. I'll have you know, I liked that waist coat. And I deserve to have your eyes since I also got these ridiculous ears," he counters as he flaps at said ears.

I chuckle with my final farewell. "Have a fantastic life for me Doctor. Goodbye." I press the button and leave.

I walk into the heart of the Dalek fleet, right up to Davros. "Hello Doctor," he says with a hiss.

I smile. The bio-deflector is working. He thinks I'm the Doctor. "Hello Davros. Lovely ship you have. Quite spacious."

"Enough! I see you've regenerated since our last encounter. How's it feel to be in the weaker body of a female?"

"Not weaker. Just different. It doesn't change the fact that I'm still going to kill you." Now he's a sexist. Doesn't surprise me. I let them see a flash of my Oncoming Storm, the one they call The Executioner.

But he looks amused. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that Doctor?"

I pull the necklace out from my jumper and press the charm. "What!?" He shouts. Now he knows who I am.

I laugh. An insane, completely deadly type of laugh that causes the Daleks to back away ever so slightly. I'm reminded of that time so long ago when I thought Rose had died. The first time I fought on my own. "As you can now see I'm not the Doctor. I am the Drifter and when I'm done, you will wish that I was."

My smile disappears as I walk a bit toward my left where an assortment of controls are begging to be messed with. "I have one last thing to say to you from the Doctor, Davros." I grin madly on last time as overload their engine. "Bye!"

"Exterminate, Exterminate!" The Daleks chorus. I feel a warmth spread through me as I sense the detonation of the the Temporal Distorter. The screams of thousands of Daleks echoed in my ear. The burning of the Time Lord's demise ringing in the back of my mind. I feel myself being pulled away. The Moment is the Bad Wolf, and she won't let me die. Darkness closes in, and I succumb.