The Sisters of Plentitude were a kind, gentle, and healing cat race who held a long history with the Doctor. When he traveled to the year 5 billion and freed the Face of Boe's burden in his final days, he became a friend to the Cat Nurse Novice Hame. She searched for the Doctor through the Motorway when the Macra and even though the other Sisters didn't approve of his actions when he released the Infected throughout the hospital, he cured them. The Doctor was good. As a child, everyone had heard the stories of the lone Gallifreyan, the Oncoming Storm, the last Time Lord. He traveled in his legendary blue box, drifting throughout Space with the occasional companion. But everyone knew the stories of the Doctor's friends, many of them perished in his continuous conflagration of life. The Time Lord was 900 years old and carried the unthinkable burden of the many who had died in his wake. But as much as the Doctor was considered cruel and dangerous, he was a man of good character and a pure soul. He always put the lives of others before his and that's what Novice Hame admired. So when she heard the ghastly message about the Doctor needing aid, Hame was ready to go. Her bags were packed and she pulled out a Time Vortex Manipulator she kept hidden under her tunics. The Sisters of Plentitude would never approve, but when the Doctor called Novice Hame would be sure to answer.
Clara's ears started to bleed as the sonic screwdriver cast off earsplitting sonic waves holding the message she had encoded. She held the signal as long as she could but when her vision started to haze in and out and a piercing drum penetrated her ears and brain, Clara dropped the screwdriver and stumbled over to the Doctor. She knew she was going to black out and there was a very real possibility she would die if the Sycroaxan troops entered while she and the Doctor were unconscious, but she didn't want to worry at this moment.
Clara crawled over to her alien man, the world spinning around her and red streaks of blood drew thin lines down the side of her face from her ears. When she hugged the Doctor, the clean smell of his tweed jacket always comforted her, even now. She huddled up close to him and laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing. She could swear she felt his hand touch hers lightly before she felt herself slip away.
Novice Hame felt a rush around her as her legs steadied on that legendary time machine. The TARDIS materialized around her as the Time Vortex Manipulator on her wrist took her where she needed to go. But it wasn't the main console, she was in a room that didn't have the controls. It looked like a bedroom. It was a very large room with a neatly made wooden bed that had covers that looked as blue as the police box itself. There was a small door that lead to a closet filled with clothes. There were hangers full of beige tweed jackets, dark brown pants, and black boots lined the floor. At the very corner of the large walk-in closet was a pinstriped suit with white converse underneath, a black leather jacket with black shoes, a suit with a flurry of colors and patterns, a white suit with a hat on top that had a red plaid ribbon, and so many other assortments. Novice Hame quickly backed out of the closet, she knew whose room she was in: The Doctor's Room.
The Cat Nurse turned around the room looking for something, where was the Doctor? Novice Hame was here to was a lined piece of paper marked "To-Do List" on the desk in the corner.
Make a bunk-bed
Fix Water Rotators in TARDIS engine
Wash suits
Get new batteries for K-9
Take Clara to Lost Moon of Poosh
Get River's lipstick refilled
Novice Hame stopped quickly, she was in the Doctor's bedroom. It was rude to snoop through his things, but a voice in the back of her mind argued this man is the last Gallifreyan! He's a legend, a story told to children, and you're in his room, you can see the man behind the mask!
The Cat Nurse shook her head, no she couldn't do it. It was personal. Pictures lined his wall above the desk with labels under them in scribbled handwriting. Hame hadn't seen the new incarnation of the Doctor yet she knew it had happened. The whole universe raved about it when the Doctor adopted a new face.
There were people in the pictures Novice Hame recognized like Rose Tyler the blond companion with the 10th incarnation of the Doctor. Another, the dark-skinned Martha Jones who accompanied the Doctor when Novice Hame fulfilled the Face of Boe's final wish to find the Time Lord on the Roadway. There were few that the Sister didn't recognize like a man with dark hair in a long Civil War coat that held a large space gun in his hand and a quirky and eager smiled Novice Hame tried to avoid people with. The label underneath said Captain Jack Harkness. There was one of a metal dog and a young and pretty brunette labeled K-9 and Sarah Jane Smith. And there were pictures of his adventures too, one with green cactus looking people labeled The Vinvocci, another of a flying Titanic ship with a handsome young man with dirty blonde hair labeled The Titanic and Alonso.
These were just tiny snapshots in the eternal life of the Doctor. Hame took a deep breath, took out a small space ray-gun, and opened the bedroom door to leave.
She quietly placed one foot in front of the other in the empty TARDIS hall. She closed the door silently and looked around before jogging to the corner. Her cap peaked around the corner as she let her green slitted eyes scan the room. No one was there. But why did the message say that the Doctor needed help? It looked like he wasn't even here. Hame needed to find the main console and then she would be able to locate the Doctor somehow. The TARDIS must have a tracking system on him. Novice Hame had never been in the Police Box before and she wanted to look around and see the mythical machine as described in her childhood. She was fortunate to have met the Doctor in New New York even though it didn't seem like it at the time. She had felt angry at the Time Lord at one point when her punishment was to care for the Face of Boe but he had protected her and changed Novice Hame with his wisdom and goodness to see the world as a better place and her task as a reward rather than a punishment. But being in his presence was legendary itself.
Her dark gray frock didn't exactly conceal her in the colorful and blue TARDIS but she wore it with pride, it signified her change of character after the Doctor and the Face of Boe influenced her to see the light in life. Novice Hame heard the console before she saw it. The constant chugging of the Police Box sounded louder and clearer down the hall. Hame's eyes widened and she dropped her space ray gun when she saw the main console of the TARDIS. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. There was a circular ramp around the main control station and the buttons looked like jewels embedded in a mountain. The red-orange light on the walls made it seem that much more magical as tints of turquoise-streaked the interior of the marvelous vehicle. Her mouth was slightly opened in awe as she circled the TARDIS console, one paw gliding over the sleek railing. The circular cutouts in the interior felt like pathways to new and better worlds where she could see and experience new things. Her heart raced and her mind leaped as the famous Police Box doorway made her want to leap out and see the planet it landed on, but something seemed off. The TARDIS had a monotonous hum that never stopped, the small black windows on the entrance rattled and had spiderweb cracks in them. There were black streaks across the door seal like someone got a blowtorch and burned it. The console seemed daunting and sparked a little. It seemed as if a gear was missing in the machine like an essential component was lacking. Her eyes caught something on the floor. She slowly crept up on it, her scanner identifying the substance.
"Blood?" she said aloud, it wasn't Gallifreyan, "human blood?"
Novice Hame knew the Doctor traveled with human companions, maybe this was their blood. She followed the path it laid on the floor, it was a thin line that led right to two slumped figures upon the far TARDIS wall. She gasped and backed away, holding her space ray gun in her paws. Who were these two? There was a male with a slightly wrinkled tweed suit, scuffed pants, floppy hair, and a large forehead and another female with dark hair, small features, slim form, and dried blood streaks coming out of her ears.
Where was he? Where was the Doctor? Did he need help with these two? Good thing she was a nurse. The Time Lord wasn't here yet, but he would eventually show if he sent that message. Hame walked over to the two and got out her medical kit from the year 5,000,000. It had an instant scanner that could detect your entire ancestry, birth information, identity, life, and ailment by just one DNA sample. Novice Hame placed the thumb of the girl on the scanning pad. It made one small beep and pages of information showed on the screen.
Clara Oswald
Age: 24
Origin: Human
Born: Victorian London, 1890
Hame disregarded the other details until she reached the one that would satisfy her medical skills.
Ailment: Perforated ear drums, 2nd degree burn along the right forearm.
The Cat Nurse examined the ears and forearm with a quick glance and gentle paws and knew what to do. She squeezed some instant burn relief spray on her forearm and it already started to heal. The new pink skin shined and Hame placed an anti-scarring wrap on it for the skin to recover better. For the perforated membrane in Clara's ear, Hame placed an eardrum patch upon the year and administrated a syringe of antibiotics to the mend the rupture. She should heal fine.
The Sister seemed suspicious of the man, but she plucked one stray hair from the man's head and placed it on the pad. Her slitted eyes narrowed at him, who was he? The hair scanned once and a small alarm rang. It was something Novice Hame never experienced. On the screen it said:
BIOLOGICAL FORM NON-EXISTENT
What did it mean non-existent? She was looking at him right now. If only the Doctor could explain…
She tried it again and the same message appeared. Hame growled a little, why wasn't it working? From deep within her bag she pulled out two vials. Hame would do this the old-fashioned way. One of the Sister of Plentitude had given her a vial of this chemical once they were testing with the Infected and she'd never thought she'd use it again. She placed one empty test tube in between her fangs and twirled the vial in between her fingers containing the clear chemical solution. She gently placed the hair sample into the waiting vial and closed it tight with the cap, then shaking it in between her fingers. Novice Hame set it down as she reached far into her pack and pulled out a thick pamphlet listing all species of the world, each one with a distinct color. If the solution turned to that certain color then that was the species identification. The color for a human was a pale periwinkle and Hame held up the vial expecting to see that tint. Her eyes narrowed even further with confusion and suspect when the solution was a brilliant gold color that seemed to swirl and move with mischief. The Cat Nurse flipped rapidly through the pamphlet looking for this odd and strangely alive color.
Who are you? Hame said to herself while looking at the unconscious and unidentifiable alien. This man was not human and was listed as non-existent, what secrets did he hold? What was his past?
The Sister placed the booklet right in front of her eyes, scanning and searching intently for that unmistakable gold. Her heart knew she had seen it before, but who, who, who?!
Hame dropped the book when one clawed finger stopped at the title. Her heart beat at a hundred miles and hour and her soft fur bristled with shock and disbelief. That vibrant gold color was listed under Gallifreyan origin. That meant this man was him. This man was from Gallifrey. This man was the Oncoming Storm. This was the legendary man with the TARDIS. This was that man that gave her task so long ago. This was the lone Time Lord. This man was the Destroyer of Worlds. This man was the Upbringer of Universes. This man was the Predator of the Daleks. This man was man was the Doctor.