Episode 2 , (Shameless Self Insert) ; The Doctor's Boons . (Timeline) , 3 months after Titan Academy opened. (Note) : Each of my Stories, features a different Doctor Who Canon. As each Retcon, Reboot, Adaptation, and Alternate media (like the various comics and Audio dramas), are used as separate universes in my Omni-Verse. For my Midgard Story, This universe uses the Original Canon for Regeneration. When all Time Lords could regenerate infinitely. Which the Doctor had done, over a dozen times, before he left Gallifrey.


A few weeks after the Green Lantern found the fae child.


The Doctor stood before the fae child. Only willing to do this, because he knew the Lasso could extract the truth, without actually hurting anyone.

The Doctor was wearing a serious frown, on his "Ncuti Gatwa" face. What Osgood named this face. While this face tended to be more happy-go-lucky, all Doctor's were capable of getting serious.

"I wasn't born a fae," Smartholomew Mouthitcus smiled, as he squirmed in his binds.

The Doctor frowned, as the boy simultaneously disregarded the question... while answering it truthfully. With a fairy's skill of contradictions.

"Back when I was a little girl." The current boy spoke in riddles... but the Doctor, having been a girl himself not too long ago, took this to be a literal statement of fact.


"Answer the question!" demanded The Doctor. "The Lasso compels the truth. Even from the likes of you!"

Okay so the Doctor "borrowed" the Lasso of Truth. He was just tired of the games this child kept playing with him.

The fae smiled. Then exclaimed "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH." Then proceeded to fall to the floor, giggling...

Yet The Doctor knew the reference was more. It was the pure unfiltered truth. Not merely what the fae believed to be true. The Doctor knew, in that moment, he truly wouldn't be able to handle whatever this truth was.

But he knew many secrets. You can't be the favorite champion of the universe, and not know most of the secrets of existence. As terrifyingly mundane and meaningless as they were.


"I need to know," The Doctor plowed on. "Who are you... to me?" the Doctor thought to add the last bit, given merely asking "Who Are You?" was too broad.

The boy sat up, a smile on his face. "No one, and yet you mean a great deal to me."

"WHO ARE YOU?" The Doctor demanded.

How could the boy resist the lasso? Giving so many complete, yet cryptic, answers.


"It will destroy you." The boy insisted. Now wearing a truly mad grin... and the Doctor understood it was actually an expression of pain. "The name will give you such hope. Only to crush it to pieces... I fear what a man like you would do when faced with such truth."

"By Hera!" The Doctor tugged on the rope. "The Lasso commands you to answer! Tell me who I am to you!"

The boy collapsed to the floor. Expecting the boy to declare himself the Master. He'd given enough hints, to their past on Gallifrey. Maybe some equally heinous villain, from millenniums ago. Any of them could have sold their soul, for power... But what the monster said... crushed him.


The boy fell back, and seized on the floor. Until he finally screamed out. "GRANDFATHER!"

The Doctor dropped the rope. Feeling a sense of true horror grip him. "Susan?" He whispered. Not knowing whether to feel disgust at himself, at having forced the child he adopted... or outright joy that he wasn't as alone as he feared.

The lasso might not be in the Time Lord's hands, but it still compelled the boy tied with it. The boy panted, then smiled... a truly mad grin. "A Susan, yes. A few dimensions left of yesterday... as I said, I'm nothing to you."


The Doctor... felt himself shatter. His Susan hadn't returned to him... she was truly dead... this boy was just an echo of her soul... in that moment, Staring at the child that was his, but wasn't, the Doctor sank to his knees...

"I did warn, it break you," Susan smiled, his pained smile. Teasingly singing. "Told you so." Before squirming in his binds some more.


A good half an hour passed, with the Doctor just sitting. He was too numb to be surprised, when the boy finally managed to squirm from his bonds, but didn't run off. The other Susan, calmly left the lasso where it was, and sat, cross legged, in front of the Doctor.

Susan compared, "You're different then my universe's Gallifreyians. You already had over 13 faces, well before you left Gallifrey. I like the Osgood names for them. She certainly knew her stuff, and I'm glad your version was able to save her from the Master... and took her on time adventures... that was nice..."

The Doctor felt another stab of grief, as he learned Osgood didn't become his companion in every universe.

The boy continued, "Such whimsical code Names: Michael Jones, Grace Nettle, Leo Tang, Jesse Deyi, George Gallacio, Robert Holmes, Graeme Harper, Douglas Camfield, Philip Hinchcliffe, Christopher Baker, Robert Banks Stewart, Christopher Barry, Peter Cushing, Brendan Evan McCabe, Ruth Jo Martin."

"Then you had so many more lives after Gallifrey, so many more then just another 13, : William Hartnell, Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee, Tom Baker, Adrian Gibbs, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, John Hurt, Paul McGann, Richard E. Grant, Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi, Clara Oswald, Jodie Whittaker. Then David Tennant (Again). And now, the fabulous Ncuti Gatwa.

"Then, deep in your future, The Valeyard is waiting. Supposedly your last face, but given all Time Lords, of your universe, are given infinite regenerations. That's rather unlikely, especially with what I plan."


The Doctor's eyes hardened, "And what do you have planned?"

"You captured me... a fae," The boy laid it out. Then the Doctor's eyes widened. The boy nodded, "I'm required to grant you three boons."

"You're a mortal fae," The Doctor pointed out.

"True, I'm not bound by my own biological magics, to give you anything." The boy shrugged. "It's more an honor thing... which is just as binding. My boons can't be as Flashy as a real Fairy, but I can still do some impressive stuff, thanks to the magic I've learned.


The boy saw the Doctor's skeptical expression. Susan could practically taste the grain of salt. "I don't need anything from you, Child." The Time Lord slowly stood up. Then walked over to the lasso. Picking it up, he insisted, "I need to return this, before Wonder Woman wakes up".

Smartholomew stood. Then gently, and very slowly, reached out. He calmly took the lasso from a curious Doctor. Susan wrapped the end of the rope around his own wrist. So the Doctor knew he spoke the truth.

"I swear, no tricks shall be played. All I want to do is help you, and this universe, thrive."

"Why?" The Doctor asked.

"Well... helping to keep this world alive, is part of my deal to come here... but I honestly just want to help you... your my grandfather, after all. Maybe not directly

"You have over 40 other voices in your head. One for each of your past lives. I can quiet them. By making each one their own separate body. Personality puppets, their called. Used to treat Multiple personality disorder, in wizards."

The Doctor tilted his head. "Regeneration isn't exactly the same."

"True, but each of your faces has a distinct personality. Which are trapped in your head. They might not be able to take over your body... but you still hear them. Transferring their conciousness to their own Bio-Android Bodies, could only help you adjust... mentally."

The Doctor considered this, "What's your other boons?"

The boy shrugged, "I was thinking of creating even more Bio-Androids, then binding the souls of your former companions to them."

The Doctor sucked in a breath.

"They are all in Valhalla, as they died as champions. But their board out of their minds... they want to come back... and be with their Doctor again." He waved off. "It's a different morality."

"And lastly?" The Doctor gulped.

"I was thinking I could upgrade your TARDIS. Allow each console room, to have it's own physical anchor to this dimension. While still linked to the rest of the TARDIS. That way it can be in multiple places at once. With each Doctor, having their own TARDIS, that's all connected by the same subspace dimension.

"It will take me a few months to set all this up."


The Doctor eyed, "No tricks?"

The Boy's fist tightened around the lasso. Looking determined. "No Tricks, no loop holes, no hidden clauses, nor ulterior motives. All I promise, and nothing more."

The Doctor thought on it a moment longer. "Alright... I will accept your boons, on one condition."

The boy smirked, "You want a conditional clause, for me granting you favors?"

"I know how Fae work. You do nothing for free. All your 'Boons' have a conditional clause." The Doctor insisted. "And I want to be able to decide, what you get in return."

The boy smirked, "What do you have in mind?"

"By Midgardian law, I'll accept you as my sidekick."

The boy froze.

Now it was the Doctor's chance to smirk, "I know how interdimensional counterparts work. You might not be my Susan, but you are a Susan. You are echoes of each other, psychically linked by a Cosmic thread. The Same person, but separate. I want to get to know you. Teach you. And grow close to you."

"You'll have your Susan back..." The boy gulped.

"And I'm sure you two, will get on swimmingly." The Doctor held out his hand. Wiggling his fingers. "Do we have a deal?" Simultaneously mocking fae custom... while at hearing to it.

Smartholomew... Susan, reached out, feeling his magic do the same. Grasping the hand. Susan felt his magic swear. "In exchange for the boons, I pludge myself to your teachings. Until you release me. It's a deal."