Doctor Who Unbound: Short Story collection Chapter 8: Full Fathom 13, a doctor who fanfic

Full Fathom 13.

The First Doctor seethed angrily as he glared down at the caveman. The primitive was weak, dying most likely. He didn't understand how those two irritating humans from the 20th century, who'd had the gall to force their way into the TARDIS after Susan, who foolishly gave them enough reasons to be suspicious of her at that wretched school.

One annoying part of the humans bursting into the TARDIS was how they had not only burst in but they had ruined his plans with the Hand of Omega, and they had the gall to tell him what to do and how to feel as they lectured him about compassion when they had to have realised how much of a burden the primitive was.

He was slowing them down with his injuries, and all the humans wanted to do was to save him when they had to realise it was hopeless.

What surprised him was how Susan was going along with it. What kind of things had his granddaughter picked up during her time at Coal Hill School?

The Doctor's decision was sparked by cold logic. He picked up a yellowing piece of rock, and edged closer to the caveman….

In the control room in the Dalek Mine on Earth, the Doctor had no problems using a stolen Dalek manipulator arm hooked up to a computer to connect to the controls. While on the face of it the Daleks had come up with a logical way of accessing their technology, it had a weakness; all someone had to do was to steal a Dalek manipulator arm and the computer within a casing and rework it so the computer interface could take control of the entire system. With it the Doctor had no problem overloading the Daleks' power systems, and he also accessed the system that controlled their ships' self destruct systems.

The Daleks had wanted to blow out the molten core of the planet, and transform the Earth into a spaceship. By doing this, he stopped a major threat.

As the Doctor stood over the corpse of the man called Bennet, the same man who had slaughtered all but two members of the entire population of the planet Dido, after murdering so many people on the liner, leaving all but Vicki to use as a witness to testify he had helped her the entire time, the Doctor felt no regret. In killing him. And thanks to the recorder he had used to use to get Bennet to confess and to reveal he was the one who murdered everyone, and that he was actually Koquillion, the native who was terrorising everyone.

Vulcan reminded him of Skaro, the blighted planets were so alike in so many ways; both incredibly hostile with toxic environments, and both of them had Daleks on them. It had been a struggle in itself to try to convince the idiots here that he was right about the Daleks, but he had done it so half heartedly, once he had discovered even with his 'borrowed' credentials of Earth Examiner, nobody would listen to him so he had decided to not bother, and he had gone after the Daleks by himself.

The Doctor, recently regenerated for the first time, had no problem overloading the Daleks and destroying their production line. In fact, he took a perverse pleasure in turning the Daleks' static electricity weakness back on them.

The Doctor smiled when everyone backed away from the chair the Great Intelligence had forced him to sit in, startled by the sudden screams as the possessed Sergeant Arnold clutched his head and let out a terrible, unearthly scream as he writhed in pain.

"W-What are you doing…to me, Doctor?"

The Doctor closed his eyes as his mind was assaulted by the accumulated knowledge of the Great Intelligence. "You stupid entity," he said, "I reversed the polarity. You wanted to drain my own knowledge, so I decided to repay the favour."

"You're….draining my knowledge…-," the Intelligence gasped through Arnold's dying lips. The possession and the sudden shock was killing Arnold's body.

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "When you attacked Earth, you proved you were a major threat to the universe, so I'm going to make sure you're stamped out."

"But you can't do this-!"

"Don't tell me what I can or cannot do, you stupid entity! Do you remember when we were in Tibet, and then recently, I warned you not to push me. You didn't listen, and now you are going to pay the price," the Doctor snapped coldly and harshly, "when you started harming my friends you became fair game."

While he had the tentacle of the Nestene creature wrapped around himself, the Third Doctor moved onto Plan B. He reached into his pocket and removed the small spray bottle of anti-plastic out of his jacket, and triggered it against the tentacle. The Nestene was made of living plastic, and it reacted instantly by screeching in agony. By that point he heard Liz's voice, and he triggered the device he had built to shut down the Nestene Consciousness's mind control, and between that and the anti-plastic, it didn't take long before the Nestene died.

Liz refused to look either him or the Brigadier in the eyes, after the Silurian shelter was destroyed. The redheaded scientist's disgust had set in after the Silurians had launched their virus on the world, using the idiot Major Baker as a carrier, and the Doctor's stance on a peace initiative had faded away. The Silurians had been given a once in a lifetime opportunity to make peace with the human race, and they had refused. They had launched a bio weapon against Earth, and after so many people had died, you would think she would be pleased a major threat was gone.

But no.

The Doctor had ensured that the Brigadier went freely after the Silurians, but that wasn't what disgusted Liz the most; she was disgusted that he would destroy the hibernation units after killing the arrogantly hostile Silurian whose xenophobic tendencies had led to him losing everything, but she had seen him loot the shelter for technology that he hoped would be used to help him repair the TARDIS.

Liz refused to speak to him and the Brigadier for weeks.

The Doctor knew this parallel world was dead; the idiots had played a truly dangerous game when they had decided to tamper with nature by drilling into their own world without bothering to be cautious about what they were doing. He wasn't meant to be here. He had come here by accident when he had uncoupled the console from the TARDIS and he'd made experiments in trying to restore her to working order, and the surge had sent him here after he'd failed to break the inhibitor.

But while he had no scruples in overloading the nuclear reactor to get home, the Doctor had no problems in opening a time corridor and sending everyone on Earth to a planet reasonably like Earth, so they could start again; he had no idea if the death of his world was a fixed point, but he didn't care. Everyone on Earth would have to work together to survive.

When the Master showed him the Doomsday Weapon, the Doctor had knocked his old friend to the ground and he had targeted the weapon at a few planets controlled by the Daleks, the Cybermen, and the Sontarans. The Master regained consciousness and realised what he had done, and he was shocked. But the Doctor didn't care. He now had to tell everyone else on the planet to leave on Dent's ship.

He hated Skaro.

He hated the radioactivity, he hated how both the Thals and the Kaleds had fought among themselves for so long not only didn't they know what set the whole thing off in the first place, but he hated how they had brought down the grubby consequences on themselves. But the Doctor, now in his fourth incarnation, resented how the Time Lords had sent him here to destroy the Daleks at their beginnings.

He didn't have a problem with the mission; the thought of ending his enemies at an early point was compelling and since his view of the ends justifying the means had been shared by other events, not only what he had encountered from the Daleks, he didn't feel too worried. While he resented the Time Lords for giving him the task in exchange for his freedom, this was a golden opportunity to end the Daleks before their disease spread.

It didn't work.

He had tried several tricks, but when Davros captured him, the Doctor decided to put one of his last plans in place. It was risky since any attempt to lie would result in agony for Sarah Jane and Harry. He gave Davros what he wanted, knowledge of the Daleks's future defeats. But it was only good advice on the surface. By giving Davros dodgy advice, the Empire would be in trouble over so long. And should the Daleks try to act against it, he had won regardless, and his attempt to blow the incubation room up was a bonus.

Listening to the ghastly sounds of their screams as the gold dust entered their life support equipment was an experience, but the Doctor quite enjoyed it. He made a mental note to get as much gold dust as possible and use it against the Cybermen. Or perhaps he could create some kind of virus which would leave specks of gold dust in Cybermen.

Oh well, when he came to accessing the Vogan's armouries, the Doctor had quickly created a very crude glitter gun and he had given the inhabitants of Voga a valuable history lesson before he took a number of gold dust bags and converted the Cybermats that Kellman had been using to kill everyone on the beacon, and set them to hunt and kill their creators.

Mm, perhaps he should start going after the Cybermen and using gold on them.

The creation of the Movellans was a happy fluke, really. When the Doctor stumbled across a plan to devise a robotic army to use against the Daleks, he had visited the planet and the individuals and he came across the android known as Mark Seven. The Doctor had looked sadly at the damaged android, but he had helped the people behind the project for over a month, giving them help in toughening up the Movellans.

Soon they would unleash all kinds of hell against the Daleks. The Movellans were designed to wage war against the Daleks, adapting their methods and becoming more resilient to Dalek firepower with each strike.

The Doctor knew he was changing history again, but since the debacle on Skaro, he wanted to prove to the Time Lords that he had found a way of dealing with the Dalek threat.

"My web!" The Master howled from behind in the tunnel as they tried to escape Castrovalva. The Fifth Doctor paused, feeling the leftover pains of his regeneration give him a headache. He looked around and grinned when he saw something perfect to use…

"Goodbye, Doctor." Mergrave tried pushing him away as the Master angrily stalked towards them. But the Doctor held his ground and watched as the evil Time Lord came close

"Bring it to me, boy. My web!" The Master screamed before he cried out in pain as the Doctor used the rock he had picked up to brutally bash his head in, and he might have killed his ex best friend hadn't Mergrave wrestled him away. The Doctor wished he wouldn't; the Master had gotten away with too much.

It was time for this pathetic grudge match to end.

The Fifth Doctor watched as Brigg's freighter crashed onto prehistoric Earth carrying the full crew of Cybermen in the cargo hold. Dealing with the Cybermen hadn't been easy, but fortunately his previous self had loaded several gold dust grenades in the console room just in case he came across them again soon after Voga. Killing the Cyberleader and the Cyberlieutenant hadn't been difficult, all he had needed to do was tell the Cybermen that he needed to check the readings from the power room, a task Adric usually got and he quickly got the bombs before letting them off.

With the Cybermen dead, the Doctor had landed the TARDIS on the freighter and rescued the surviving crew and the troopers before he took the freighter back in time to destroy the Cybermen, so in a way the Cybermen's plan worked. It just didn't work at the right time.

Getting rid of Stotz and the rest of the gunrunners hadn't been too difficult; after all, like all spaceships, this one possessed bulkheads and adjustable life support systems. After he had found the right controls and had tracked down the gun runners, the Doctor had opened the bulkheads and the airlocks and the gunrunners were sucked out into space where nobody would miss them before he headed back for Androzani Minor.

When he arrived, he immediately found out where to find the milk of the Queen Bats from Sharaz Jek. When he left, he picked up a machine pistol. Jek was between him and Peri, and they were both dying. In the end, after killing the android scientist and saving Peri, he spilt some of the milk.

Not really a choice between him and his friend.

As he stood over the burnt out form of the Cyber Controller - the Sixth Doctor wished his second incarnation had actually taken the opportunity to really destroy such a monster - the Doctor studied the rest of Cyber Control, his eyes and Time Lord mind quickly determining what each control bank and console did, and he made a few adjustments when he reached the console which controlled the fusion power plant, and set it to overload.

But before he did, he checked on Lytton. The mercenary was dead, but he had cut through the Cyber conditioning as they began converting him into one of their own before he'd attacked the Cyber Controller. The Doctor looked down with genuine regret, wishing he had gotten here just a bit sooner.

The Seventh Doctor looked into the clouds of mist coming from within the transcendental trunk the Hand of Omega, relaying his instructions to the Hand's sentient control matrix, giving it the space time coordinates for not only Skaro's star, but the stars of various worlds still held by the Daleks since the Movellan virus was unleashed on them.

Later when he stood with Rachel, Alison, and Gilmore, listening as the Daleks and Davros realised the full scale of his deceit, the Doctor felt the timelines shift as the Dalek factions in the universe suffered for what he had done. In his mind, this was a great blow against them that would last for centuries.

When he discovered the Happiness Patrol, the Doctor had instantly made plans for bringing down the brutal regime, and as she finally realised that it was impossible to make people happy since something would always happen to take it away, the Doctor had no hesitation in killing her. She had learnt the lesson too late in the Doctor's mind.

The Doctor groaned in pain as the Master's kick sent him flying until he landed on his stomach, only to be kicked around twice to find himself in the same position twice before the Master, tired of treating him like a football before he grabbed the Doctor, and then held him close to the Eye of Harmony. The Doctor only just managed to stop the Master when his former friend tried to throw him into the Eye.

The two renegade Time Lords glared at each other.

"You want dominion over the living, yet all you do is kill!" The Doctor shouted, wondering how this thing could be his old friend even though their friendship had died out many lifetimes and centuries ago, beginning on Gallifrey.

"Life is wasted on the living!" The Master's indifference to life disgusted the Doctor, and he knew he could not let the Master survive this.

The Doctor managed to gather enough of his strength, mentally thanking his lucky stars that he was still fairly new to this new body to have left over strength and the leverage needed to push the Master off him again again with a vicious kick that sent the robed Time Lord flying backwards. Quickly the Doctor climbed out of the Eye's socket, smiling as he realised he had gained some artron energy from the Eye.

That was where he had gotten the extra strength. As he climbed out of the Eye and away from the stream of energy, mentally thanking the old girl for protecting him, the Doctor watched as the Master suddenly made a lunge at him again.

Slowing time down thanks to his full possession of his Time Lord body (how the Master could be so unutterably stupid enough to go through his lives so fast, he didn't know) when he realised he was close to a reflector staff, the Doctor turned the reflector staff directly into the Master's face to shine on him. The Master shrieked with an animalistic cry of shock when he was suddenly caught in a powerful wind and grabbed onto a staff. The Doctor stood there, and watched as his old friend just hung there as the gravitational pull from the Eye began pulling on his body.

The Master lost his grip on the staff and he was sucked slowly and painfully into the Eye.

"Doctor!" The Master called out, begging for help as his pride made him see he couldn't get out on his own.

But the Doctor didn't move. The Master had crossed too many lines, and if he helped then he would only try again. This way the evil of his old friend would be no more. When the Master was gone at last, everything in the cloister room was at last quiet. With a bit of luck, he might be able to get the TARDIS to restore Grace and Chang Lee to life.

If there was one thing he had realised that had carried over since he had no memories of his past, it was the ends justified the means and that to defeat an enemy, you needed to wipe them out for good. After killing failing to stop the Players and dealing with their plan, dealing with the Kulan was relatively easy. He had set up an overload to their reactor core before he had tried to sue for peace. They didn't take it, so he had needed to grab his friends, and race to the TARDIS while triggering the overload with his sonic screwdriver.

Anji didn't like it, nor did Fritz.

When he had the chance to end the threat of the altered wasps and their transformed victim, Charles Rigby, the Doctor took it although he knew the crisis wasn't over, but by ending the hold on the wasps and on Rigby, dealing with the weapon which had been sent back in time, to Marpling in 1933, should be relatively easy. Rigby and the wasps were too dangerous to let live, and besides there was no other solution but to deal with them for good, so why delay it?

At the start of his current life, the Doctor hadn't had any hesitation in taking a step back when the Master fell into the Eye of Harmony, so when the Monk admitted that he had helped the Dalek Time Controller with his revenge scheme, the Doctor hadn't held back. He had grabbed the other Time Lord in a rage for what he had done; until this point, the Doctor had never imagined nor contemplated that the time meddler could be this stupid, and he had no qualms in making it clear to him what he thought.

Ignoring Susan's screams of shock and horror, the Doctor strangled the other Time Lord.

"D-Doctor!" The Monk gasped despite the respiratory bypass system. "I-I saved your life!"

For some reason that got through. The Doctor let go of the Monk, glaring at him with loathing. "Don't ever try to get revenge on me! You will regret it! I'm letting you go because in the end you accepted responsibility for your actions, but don't ever try something like this again."

After the Monk left in his own TARDIS, the Doctor was horrified when Susan backed away from him. She knew what he was like but this display of violence stunned and horrified her.

The Last Great Time War. The Eighth Doctor had assumed that he had been lucky enough to prevent a Time War from truly breaking out when he had changed the future and destroyed Gallifrey during that dark, unholy mess with Faction Paradox. Now he had his memories back after restoring the Time Lords and Gallifrey, he had resumed his travels, but he hadn't expected the Daleks to take the Factions' mantle.

When the Time Lords called for help, the Doctor had joined and he had worked with Romana again. Thanks to him, the Time Lords began to win the war. But of course that wouldn't be enough for people like Rasmus, Ollistra, or the High Council.

No.

In their infinite wisdom, the High Council decided to bring Rassilon back. The fact they did that proved they didn't have the ability, the imagination, or the skill capable of fighting their own battles. They felt Rassilon would win them the war. The Doctor had joined with Leela, Narvin, Eris, and Romana, and they had gone on the run, and fought the Daleks and the Time Lords before he had regenerated into a Warrior who would be strong enough to take on the Daleks on a greater footing. His eighth body had lasted too long. It was time for a change.

The Nestene Consciousness should have known him better, but he had decided to try the diplomatic tack instead of just killing the Consciousness just like that. He knew the Time War had weakened the entity, warped it and rewrote its entire history, leaving it as a scarred, scared shadow of its original self. It was tired and it wanted to renew itself, but the Doctor refused to give it the chance.

As he spoke, he tried to throw the vial into the vat…but he was caught. Luckily Rose (and the useless boyfriend was right there) used her old gymnastics training to help. Maybe she would be an excellent companion. She seemed to understand the ends justified the means, with a bit of luck she would prove an asset.

As he listened to Cassandra's pleas for mercy, the Doctor was telling Rose the basics of what he had seen in his lives, that the ends justified the means but she was still indoctrinated with her planet's cosy teachings. She flinched as he used the sonic screwdriver to destroy Cassandra's temperature regulator, setting the whole thing to boil her brain like a spud in a pan of boiling chip fat. Later when he told her about the Time War, and that he had learnt from those lessons before hand, she was still sympathetic.

The Doctor hypnotised Rose to step out of the way of the Dalek after the abomination had killed 200 people, but the girl was stubborn so she had needed to use a vast amount of his hypnotic skill to compel her to just stand aside before he blasted the Dalek she had brought back to life in the first place. The Doctor himself had the chance to fry the thing alive and end the Daleks forever to end the Time War for good before that fool Van Statten had gotten involved. The Doctor had already telepathically suggested to Goddard to have his memory wiped.

As he led her back to the TARDIS, the Doctor wondered about Rose's stubbornness. He hoped it was not a problem in the future. But the biggest problem was they had a fight on the way back when she figured out by herself despite his attempts to stop her when she realised what he had done.

The Doctor watched as the Raxicoricofallapatorian masquerading as Margaret Blaine, an MI6 official and now the Mayor of Cardiff stared into the Heart of the TARDIS. He had expected treachery but he hadn't expected her to be sly to this degree, but it didn't matter although he was surprised that her inner desire to change was genuine enough to regress her to a child.

As he hurried in building the Delta Wave generator, the Doctor wished there were better resources on Satellite 5 to better defend the space station from the Dalek fleet. The Doctor mentally used the scientific comprehension of his first incarnation and the technical skill of his third to help him with the majority of the work while his current persona concentrated on the transmission systems itself. He could have done the entire thing in his own personality backing it up, of course, but those two incarnations were incredibly better at moving quickly when they needed to, and he had to do this in a hurry.

The Daleks could not be allowed to spread any further.

The Daleks had to be defeated.

He had just finished his work when the Daleks streamed in and surrounded him, weapons primed and ready. He activated the Delta Wave as the TARDIS returned after sending Rose home to the 21st century. But when she appeared, her body blazing with vortex energy, the Doctor was horrified.

Rose had looked deeper into the Time Vortex and she was writing the future, that should never happen.

The future was changing constantly, fixed points were an exception and were not to be altered, but other futures could be changed or avoided carefully and delicately, and the Time Lords knew each fixed point. The Doctor himself could have changed this entire event, which was already warped thanks to the Dalek Emperor's meddling, but he would need to be extremely careful but he hadn't considered it since time was already delicate.

Rose didn't have that knowledge, so the Doctor was left terrified by what she was doing. Rose used the power of the vortex to destroy the Daleks, and the Doctor triggered the Delta Wave, frying the brains of the Daleks and everyone on the planet while sending out a distress call to the other humans in the universe. Hopefully they would usher in a new age for humanity after discovering what the Daleks had done.

But a Dalek shot him in the chest, but he had dived out of the way but it caused an impending regeneration. The Dalek was destroyed by Rose and the Delta Wave at the same time, with its brain fried and then atomised by the Vortex. Even for the Doctor that was overkill, but he had to take the vortex out of Rose with a kiss.

As he regenerated, the Doctor worried about Rose and wondered if she was indeed an ideal companion at all.

The Doctor looked up in the sky, watching as the Sycorax ship exploded. A sword fight so soon after a regeneration was actually a good workout and he needed to remember to get some kind of exercise to deal with some post-regenerative energy once he was fully recovered; usually he was too knocked out and reeling from the change, and having to deal with the crisis he'd landed himself in to really do it, but next time he'd have to do something to burn the regeneration energy off.

Ignoring Rose's questions of what was happening from behind him, the Doctor levelled a stare at the resolute looking Harriet Jones. "What did you do?" He asked.

"That was defence, Doctor. Weapon technology that fell to Earth ten years ago," Harriet nodded.

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, mentally casting his mind back to any UNIT reports he might have seen in the past about something like that, but he couldn't find anything that rang any bells. That worried him. "They were leaving, Harriet, but just tell me why?"

"You said yourself, Doctor," Harriet replied, "they'd go back to the stars and tell others about the Earth. I'm sorry, Doctor, but you're not here all the time. You come and go. It happened today. Mr Llewellyn and the Major, they were murdered. They died right in front of me while you were sleeping. In which case we have to defend ourselves."

"You did the right thing, Harriet," the Doctor said with a nod. "Try not to look surprised. I do come and go, and sooner or later something like a regenerative crisis could happen to me again, or something's happened that stops me arriving in time; someone stopped me from getting involved with a Dalek invasion of Earth a couple of regenerations back, it cost the lives of millions."

"Oh," Harriet blinked at him in surprise. "I thought you would disapprove-."

"If you've heard anything about me from UNIT, you know I take a hard approach to stopping attacking aliens," the Doctor smiled. "Just do me a favour, be careful in future. Like I told you a moment ago, the human race is drawing too much attention to itself. Take it from someone who knows, Harriet, a lot of your messages into space sound like ads saying this planet is up for grabs. Oh, and tell me about who fired that weapon. I know its not UNIT, so who was it?"

"It was an organisation called Torchwood, something even I'm not supposed to know. But when I became Prime Minister I was worried more enemies like the Slitheen could and would attack, so I did my research into alien incidents in the past; the Shoreditch Incident you were involved in in the 60s, the Silurian plague, the Dalek attack during the Sir Reginald Styles business, but UNIT was not alone. There was Torchwood in the background," Harriet explained.

The Doctor frowned, his mind flashing to the memories evoked. "I've never heard of Torchwood, but thanks Harriet. I'll watch out for them," the Doctor tuned away after wishing her well. But inwardly he was concerned since he had never heard of Torchwood, or why they'd wanted to be hidden…

As he intensified the beam of moonlight into the Kol-i-noor diamond like the time he had used that diamond in the Fang Rock Lighthouse, the Doctor reflected on the adventure he'd had; aside from that little bit of childish fun with the bet with Rose, although the Doctor had tried to make her dial it down a little bit; that time when the stupid child had tried to make her say "I am not amused" after the werewolf had broken loose from the cellar was a bit too much, even by the Doctor's standards, and he had given Queen Victoria as much good advice as possible since then.

Ever since Harriet Jones had told him about Torchwood's existence he had learnt enough about the organisation thanks to some elementary computer hacking and when he had come here and saw the name of the house, Torchwood House, outside, the Doctor had known he had a hand in the creation of Torchwood.

Once the werewolf had been killed, the Doctor took Victoria aside and spoke to her about the experiences. The next day, Rose and he were knighted, and Rose was very nearly banished, but the Queen asked the Doctor for advice about an organisation she could create. The Doctor was more than delighted to give her pointers.

Screaming Cybermen.

It was a truly terrifying sound, especially coming from a race that deemed emotion as a weakness. The Doctor had used emotion as a weapon against the Cybermen more than once in the past, he had blasted them into the Cybermen and overloaded the emotional inhibitors, but with a bit of luck he had destroyed the insane vision of a species created by John Lumic in this parallel world.

While he was delighted Dalek Sec had wanted to change the Daleks, the Doctor knew that the rest of the Cult of Skaro, so indoctrinated by Dalek ideas and thoughts, wouldn't have let their own leader change their races' genetics. Okay, so he had been aware the entire time that Dalek Sec might have shared their views and went through the evolution process to rebuild the species and make them walk again sharing those views, but he had underestimated humanity, and so his thoughts became more humanised. It was dealing with the Human Factor all over again, but while the Doctor would have welcomed the idea of a new race, he still poisoned the genetic cocktail which would wipe the Human Daleks out.

The Daleks were too dangerous and he had no faith that Sec could make them change. He just got there sooner than the others did.

Stopping the Master's newest scheme - he was relieved that he had made sure there wasn't a power vacuum when Harold Saxon took charge of the Ministry of Defence and Harriet was still in power and the Master had needed to concentrate on finding a way of killing her and the President of America so he could take charge with the help of the Toclafane- had been a terrifying experience as they had travelled the planet, looking for the right resources which he could use to restore his age.

The Doctor had escaped with Martha and Jack and her family after being forcibly aged by the Master, and he had needed to find a way of getting his age back to normal and he'd found it after a whole year by manipulating the Toclafane into betraying the Master.

His old friend was so predictable, which made the Doctor wonder if his old friend even knew the meaning of the word original; come up with a plan of conquest, usually by getting someone else to do the dirty work and not really getting his hands dirty, and they inevitably needed some kind of push to betray him. Once he realised the scope of the problem, the Master restored his age and they'd worked together to break the paradox for good. He was upset the Master, as a Time Lord, died of course.

Many of his peers back home would have told him he was a corruptive influence and he proved it on Messaline when he began corrupting Jenny, his new daughter. He told her that while he didn't kill unless he didn't have a choice, it was better to make a long term plan to bring an enemy down, and if they died in the process that meant they wouldn't come back.

But being with Jenny…

It was so liberating.

She was so sweet, innocent and yet there were clear signs already some of his mindset had already been there long before he had told her what he did. When she died, the Doctor just couldn't bring himself to kill Cobb, although he was close to doing it.

The Midnight entity had taken full control of the Doctor's body despite his mind's repeated attempts to break the spell, even as the stupid filthy primates in the shuttle tried to throw him out because Sky had manipulated them into thinking he was the cause of the weird happenings. Reaching back through his mind out of terror when he realised they planned on killing him by throwing him outside the shuttle, where he'd die from X-tonic radiation exposure where he wouldn't be able to regenerate from, the Doctor summoned the full force of his past regenerations to help him weaken the hold the entity inhabiting Sky.

Slowly, the Doctor found he could move again, and just in time when Biff tried to lift him off the ground and drag him to the airlock.

"BIFF!" Val, Biff's bitch of a wife screamed in horror although Biff was arguably screaming louder as he stared at his broken arm, just as the Doctor rose slowly to his feet, gritting his teeth as he tried to fight the entity.

"Get out of my way, you pathetic primitive!" The Doctor growled. "MOVE!"

Frightened, the humans got out of the way, and the Doctor moved slowly and menacingly towards Sky. The entity inhabiting her body smirked at him. "You won't kill me."

"You won't kill me," the Doctor ground his teeth together as that part of the conditioning broke through his mind despite his best efforts to stop it. "Really? Midnight is….a very….old world. Tell me….have you….heard of Gallifrey, of the Time Lords?'

"Time Lords?" The entity in Sky sounded scared.

"Time Lords?" The Doctor closed his eyes and nodded. "You're looking at the Doctor. The Daleks call me the Destroyer of Worlds."

"The Doctor?" Sky now looked frightened.

"The Doctor?" The Doctor parroted. "Yeah, the Doctor. The man who knows the ends justify the means. And now I'm going to get my mind and body back, you filthy parasite!"

Dee-Dee screamed in horror when the Doctor suddenly gathered all of his self control and launched himself forwards, and snapped Sky's neck. The sound echoed through the shuttle louder than the scream. The frightened passengers looked on as the Doctor silently took a deep breath, relieved to be free, and they looked on in horror as he threw the body out through the airlock. The look he sent them terrified them more, it was a look that promised pain and grief. And they had brought it on themselves.

The Eleventh Doctor looked down at the headless body of Bracewell as he pushed him out of the TARDIS and onto the Dalek saucer. The Daleks were still distracted by their preparations for leaving, so that gave him the time he needed. The Doctor knew he had horrified Amy and Churchill by storming into the war room and shutting Bracewell down before tearing his head off but he would deal with that later.

But right now the Oblivion Continuum was overloading and he needed to get it out of the TARDIS. Quickly. Amy had pestered him to tell her why he didn't simply remove it, but the Doctor hadn't had time to tell her Oblivion Continuums were not his usual explosives to disarm. Amy had then given him aggro for tearing Bracewell's head off, but he could deal with that later.

When the Dalek ship was destroyed before it entered the time corridor, the resulting explosion lit the sky up like a beautiful nebula blooming. Dealing with the Dalek technology left over was difficult, especially since Churchill was so taken by the Spitfires, but after the return of Rassilon and the business with the cracks like the one he found in Amy's bedroom, the last thing the Doctor wanted was for there to be anymore temporal disturbances.

The only thing he left behind was a restored Bracewell, who was given a new body and a safer power source.

Looking down at the falling form of the clockwork robot - really, what was it about clockwork robots that made them want to become more human? - the newly regenerated Twelfth Doctor wasn't sorry by what he had just done. The robots had been here stripping organic parts from humans and animals for centuries, and now their plans had failed it was time to mop up loose ends.

Whatever this promised land was, well the Doctor did not care - he had lost interest in fairy tales long before the business with the Pandorica.

The Doctor listened coldly after she triggered the DNA bombs the Stenza had planted in her and the four humans she had met shortly after her recent regeneration. Tim Shaw (that was the closest translation she could get right now; her mind was still shaken from the regeneration, and truthfully she wasn't in the mood to really care about what he was really called) had been beyond stupid to use DNA bombs.

It had been a delight to transfer them back to him and trigger them off so then he would feel what it felt like to have the DNA strands melted.

Sadly she couldn't save Grace.

Nice woman.

The Doctor hadn't thought much of Jack Robertson even if she believed he was right to kill the spiders which had grown to gigantic size, but it was his carelessness with refusing to take responsibility for the things he did. He made excuses and he turned a blind eye, and the Doctor was left worried about what he might get up to next time. But she planned to make sure there was no more next time for Jack Roberston.

Hacking into his computers showed he was not only aware of what happened, but he turned a blind eye to many of the things he was doing. After a few minutes of reading through Robertson's crimes, she had no problems sending them out into the internet.

It wasn't long before Robertson lost everything and was put on trial for his many crimes.

Learning a Recon Dalek had found itself on Earth and torn apart by human warriors without energy weapons or high quantities of explosives to blow it to kingdom come was a shock. In her tenth incarnation, the Doctor had told people she gleefully pointed and laughed at archaeologists. There was a reason for that that did not have anything to do with the advantages of having a time machine handy.

No, it was because they blundered in and didn't think of what they were doing!

Then it stopped being funny, with the Dalek on the loose. She cornered the creature in a farm and blew it up.

Totally.

Encountering the Master again was irritating, to say the least. After trying to kill Missy, who'd joined up with her predecessor to create a new race of Cybermen, the Master was back. Missy had ignored her warning when she had taken custody of the other Time Lady, that if she endangered anyone, harmed them, she would be shot so many times she'd go through so many lives before she could blink.

She took great pleasure in using her sonic screwdriver to cancel his perception filter. What did he think he was doing, dressing as an SS officer in the first place? She turned her back, letting him face the music.

The Doctor winced as she took in the Cyberium. The A.I which contained all the knowledge of the Cyber race, and while Shelley had taken it into his own mind, he wasn't mentally strong enough to contain its knowledge. Stupid human. What did they think was going to happen when they touched alien technology? Once she gained access to the A.I, the Doctor went into a brief trance as she took in everything that the Cyberium had to offer.

She knew where so many hibernation sites were, every weapon cache, every hidden battleship construction site was, everything. And since she had access to the greater sum of their history, the Doctor saw ways of bringing the abomination that was the Cyber race to their knees.

When the Lone Cyberman took it, she promised him she would ensure her race was wiped out.

She had memorised a large chunk of the data from the Cyberium.

She meant what she had said.

The Master stared at her in horror from his place on the ground. All around him the bodies of the so-called Cyber-Masters were lying on the ground, their once immaculate silver armoured bodies partly melted and deformed, their Time Lord style cloaks burnt and in cinders. They had been shot down when the Doctor threw a Time Lord temporal stunning charge into the room, and she had taken the Cyber-Masters down quickly; they might have been cybernetically augmented, but they still possessed Time Lord biology, so when the charge went off they had been stunted. The Master himself was badly injured after being shot in the knees.

"Y'know, I prefer you like that," the Doctor smirked.

"How did you-?" There was only one question on the Master's mind, but the Doctor waved a hand, knowing what he was trying to say to her.

"Regeneration inhibitor in the blast chamber. You made a mistake choosing to convert Time Lord bodies into Cybermen, Koschei - don't look at me like that, your name is so pretentious and stupid, not to mention pathetic that you'd don't even deserve to call yourself 'Master,'" the Doctor spat, "you forgot all of the weapons on this planet which were later made bigger to fight against Daleks, they have regenerative inhibitors."

The Doctor held the blaster up. "Built into all Time Lord weapons are regenerative inhibitors. Rassilon loved them, the bastard thought it was a perfect method of torture; shoot a blast at a Time Lord; upsetting their regeneration energy and forcing them to go through two-three-or even seven regenerations at once. As a torture method its perfect, since the process is bloody painful. Or, very simply, the blast chamber can be set to kill a Time Lord, and blocks the regeneration energy. Kills 'em stone dead. So much for the Cyber-Masters; please, is that the best you can do?"

The Master looked down. He hadn't thought of that, and knowing of the Doctor's belief the ends justified the means, he should have known she would see that. He froze when he felt the cold metal of the barrel jab him painfully in the head. "Now, Koschei. I'm going to give you the facts of life; you aren't proving to me you are superior. I indulged you a bit too much in my third life, but those days are gone. That's it. And your recent fetish with Cybermen got boring long ago. Its done. Enough. The good old days are gone, and considering what you've done, tell me why I shouldn't just kill you now. I'd choose your next words carefully if I were you."

The Master swallowed in terror. "If you kill me, you'll be alone."

"Ah, that might have worked in the days when I thought I came from this fucking planet, but y'know its liberating to know I'm not from Gallifrey at all. Don't bother trying to appeal to our former friendship; you gave up those rights when you spat in my face as Missy," the Doctor gazed coldly down at the Master. "Try again, and bear in mind if I kill you here and now, and stop you from ever regenerating, at least I won't have to put up with your moronic petty schemes and pathetic little enemies you throw at me. What, you honestly thought I felt they were clever? Think again! You're pathetic, a loser! Right now…you're on death row. Well speak up, buddy, I'm waiting; give me a damn good excuse before I blow your head off!"

The Master swallowed again, his mind racing as he looked for a good excuse.

The Doctor glared at Tecteun, her eyes cold. "A Galifreyan device for the protecting and storage of memories and identities. Of course you kept them, the memories you took from me. I knew you were sick enough."

"A good scientist never throws away their workings," Tecteun replied with a dismissive shrug.

"Oh please," the Doctor sneered. "You're not a good scientist. You're one of those people who see the cosmos as a giant petri dish."

Tecteun gave her an unimpressed glare as she carried on speaking as though the Doctor hadn't interrupted her. "We had them quantum stored for a long time in the Weeping Angel who tracked you and betrayed you, but don't worry, it didn't escape," she threw a holographic image of a Weeping Angel over at the far side of the room, "Everything has been transferred now, stored in that fob watch."

"How delightful for you," the Doctor rolled her eyes sarcastically before several important points sprang to mind. "How much was lost? How much did you take from me? How many lives? How many people have I been? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands?" She whispered the last part when she caught sight of Tecteun's face.

And then Tecteun made another mistake.

"What would you give to know?" Tecteun taunted, either ignoring the way the Doctor's eyes darkened. "What if I offered you a choice? You can return to the dying universe you left, defend it from its inevitable destruction and fail, or rejoin Division. Rejoin me. Come with us into the next universe, into the beyond. Help me build! With your memories restored. Be complete again. The next universe holds the other end of the wormhole where I found you. That universe may be where you're from, where you began. Your origins, perhaps. Think of the discoveries that would await us both there. A new start."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

Tecteun tried to hide it, but she was unnerved by the Doctor's dark gaze. She might have spied on her 'child' over the years, and their actions had horrified her, but seeing her right now was unnerving. "What if I left the Earth? What if we let your friends live?"

That was it

The Doctor whipped out a hand gun and shot Tecteun in the chest before the older Gallifreyan had a chance to react, her body glowing with regeneration energy. When the new Tecteun emerged from the regeneration looking around startled, the Doctor shot her again.

"How many regenerations did you give yourself, you bitch?" The Doctor asked before her voice darkened as she watched the transformation. "You will die today, and then I go after the rest of your organisation before I ensure the universe is saved. And I will take my memories back. You should have left the cosmos alone. But this….this is payback."

Tecteun screamed when she was shot again. But in the Doctor's mind, the ends justified the means if it meant saving the universe.

"How many regenerations do you have? One of you will soon be begging me, but it won't make a difference. You are dead."

The Doctor's cold threat chilled Tecteun, and she realised there and then she should never have tried to kill her former adoptive child. "D-Doctor, please! Stop!" Tecteun pleaded as they panted from the last regeneration.

"I told you begging wasn't going to work. Nope, not gonna happen. You stole regeneration from me, you took my memories and you threatened my friends before trying to destroy the universe. And now you will pay the price."

Another shot.

Tecteun started screaming again.