Authors Note: Hey guys Mad here. Welcome to Doctor who. Doctor Who as a franchise used to be very close to me. I have books on the eight doctor and the seventh doctor. Now tho, I feel embarrassed to tell people I like it. Anything past the twelve Doctor has not been good at all. Shit the new one constantly cries every episode when the doctor crying should be something of importance. The fourteenth and fifteenth doctor have been terrible. The fourteenth run was extremely mean spirited. I would rather watch Jodie Whittaker's run because at least that was boring and didn't test my patience and intelligence like this new shit does. Fucking awful. Also, I am doing this fic and Gacha don't worry. Now you won't get my biting authors notes in this fic. This is your only one. Thank you for reading my short rant. On with it.

Brockton Bay was turning out decent enough for John Steele. After getting here by plane, he had to walk and got a truck to drive the rest of the way. The Beast was pissed at my mom for creating such a scenario. I told him he had nothing to worry about. The Beast acted like my parental figure most of the time treating me like a son. He hoped he wasn't crazy. The Beast started to laugh. Getting directions to his new place, scoping out the new neighborhood and looking through his new house. Everything was as it should be, scarce furniture and no food in the kitchen. What was not in the cards was what he found in the main bedroom upstairs. A square box flying in the air greeted me breaking the somewhat stale monotony of the day. Words were flashing, beckoning to be read. Temptation set in as he walked towards it.

[Well, hello and welcome to the Gacha System!]

[ Would you like to try and spin to win to make your dreams come true!]

[Yes] [No]

Confusion set in as he took the full scope of its words. Darting his eyes back and forth roaming the room for anything suspicious. Nothing. Nada. Looking back towards it, he pressed yes.

[Congratulations my dear customer you have chosen wisely! Now listen up User for I have instructions to tell you so listen closely! For the first time you get five free rolls. Everyday nets you one free roll. Isn't that just grand!]

Sounded good. Too good really. The Beast was intrigued with the strangeness we were witnessing. John waited for the Gacha to continue.

[Now The Gacha has an immense collection of items and abilities from different realities. Think about it User, every piece of fiction you've ever read, watched and played is very much real. It exists in a vast vacuum piercing through all dimensional walls.]

Incredible. Uber and Leet definitely cannot know about this. Videogames and movies were real. The Gacha was a game changer. With that kind of power, he could become the next Eidolon.

[So, spin the wheel User!]

Excitement broke forth. A sense of giddiness washed through him. The Beast was ecstatic with the prospect of growing strength. With a rush he pressed the button.

Bzzt! Ching! Bzzt! Chik! Chik! Bzzt! Wrrr! Clunk!

Watching the thing spin at breakneck speeds and glowing brightly, all I could think about was it was loud as hell. A frown appeared on his face; couldn't it be less noisy. Just when he was going to start twiddling his thumbs in anticipation, the screen stopped and an item appeared. Something was wrong though. It was starting to glitch out. Sweat was starting to form as John was feeling nervous. The Beast eyed it cautiously making him tense. Then the words started to solidify.

[Memories and the Body of a Timelord] (Doctor Who)

[Well, this is a shame.]

Well now that sent a shiver down John's spine. The Beast went into combat mode instantly. John couldn't explain it but the text had a coldness to it. It was like a switch was flipped.

"What does that mean?" John couldn't help the slight anger and fear that crept into his voice when he asked that question.

[It seems I have to go back on our agreement. This will be your only item given to you. So, listen very carefully.]

"Hey answer my fucking question!" John's southern accent was getting thicker and he was getting pissed at being ignored. Before he could launch himself into a cursing storm the Gacha interrupted him.

[The Time Lords also known by many other names, were inhabitants of the planet Gallifrey, most famous for the creation and attempted monopolization of time travel technology. Time Lords were sensitive to timelines, being able to see "all that is, all that was, all that ever could be,". Timelords were able to cheat death by having regenerations upon dying. Their face and personality would change but they would be the same person. You however won't start out like that. You will be a half timelord to acclimate your body and mind to the changes. After a certain amount of time, you will be a full blooded Timelord. You may be asking whose memories you'll be getting. Quite possibly the most famous timelord in all reality. The Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, The Destroyer of Worlds.]

The name was like a shock to the system. The information given to him made him see things in a new light. Aliens were real and he would become one. John was feeling anxious and The Beast felt the same. But The Beast was giving him a new emotion he never gave him before. Fear.

[I would say I'm sorry for bad customer support but The System said it had to be this way. Oh, and I have other bad news. You'll be in a coma for a couple months due to the sheer amount of memories you'll be shoving into that head of yours. It will have up to his tenth regenerations. Well, I hardly knew you User. Good luck to your future. Oh, and before I forget you might experience some abnormalities. Nothing major just aliens and creatures from beyond the ever-reaching vastness of reality and time and space. No biggie. Just a shame you weren't the one. Have Fun! Bye Bye!]

"Hey woah, woah, woah! Wait just a minute! Wait!" John yelled to no avail because The Gacha popped out of existence like a bubble. The square was gone. Kaput.

'Ok. In this situation I can't panic.' John's thoughts were starting to race. The Beast wasn't talking to him which was worrying. He was still giving feelings of fear. Why? Before The Beast could answer John froze looking down at his hands. They were glowing. Wisps of golden light seeping into him in spades. He could feel a foreign energy make contact with his body, entering through his pores.

"Time to panic now! No no no!" he was shaking he could feel the energy dig into his eyes, infesting his tear ducts. He was starting cry. It had to have been the most painful thing he has ever experienced. He thrust his arms out as he was engulfed. The energy flowing into his mouth.

"Urgh!" John whimpered in pain. It felt like he was convulsing. Just when he thought things were getting worse, John let the icy blackness of unconsciousness grip him. Sending him off into an ocean of uncertainty for the future.

(Sea of Memories)

"There must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine."

The First. An old timer who started out as stubborn as a mule but grew into a more inviting personality. Had no time for fools. Became a nicer and kinder individual thanks to his granddaughter and companions.

"Life depends on change, and renewal."

The Second. A comedian who gave off the impression of a bumbling fool who never knew what he was doing, or what he was doing was part of a larger scheme, as a calculated act to fool those into underestimating his true intellect, as he surmised that "an unintelligent enemy [was] far less dangerous than an intelligent one".

"Courage isn't just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway."

The Third. A champion of peace and justice. Skilled with Venusian karate. Was not afraid of getting physical with any adversary that he faced.

"There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes."

The Fourth. A prankster who would play tricks against friends and foes. An eccentric personality who wore a colorful scarf and had an explosive temper. An immense thrill seeker.

"Once, a man fell asleep and dreamt he was a frog. When he woke up, he didn't know if he was a man who dreamt he was a frog, or a frog who was now dreaming he was a man."

The Fifth. A youthful appearance. Small beautiful events were what he appreciated most. He struggled to do immoral things in a chaotic universe.

"Well, since we're insulting each other, I can't say I care much for your taste in clothes. Doesn't do a thing for you."

The Sixth. As loud as his fashion sense. Held a thunderous and turbulent exterior that initially manifested as righteous indignation or smug self-satisfaction, but, as he acquired a larger entourage of companions, he mellowed out of his faults and became a man of genuine zest and charm.

"You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies."

The Seventh. A somber genius. A calculating manipulator. Almost frightful in the way he would run circles around his enemies with his wit and intelligence.

"You feel that pounding in your heart? That tightness in the pit of your stomach? The blood rushing to your head, do you know what that is? That's adventure. The thrill and the fear, and the joy of stepping into the unknown. That's why we're all here, and that's why we're alive!"

The Eighth. Started out as a happy adventurer. Wanted the universe to be a peaceful and a beautiful place despite witnessing tragedies. Gave hints to people's futures cheekily. In later years however became colder and viscous when he could feel the universe changing for the worst.

"Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame."

The War. Started out young but continuous fighting strained his body. A face made to fight in the time war. A warrior that cemented his legacy.

"Well, don't worship me, I'd make a very bad god. You wouldn't get a day off, for starters."

The Ninth. Haunted by the time war, sadness carved deep into his soul. Jovial on the outside, he came off rude more often. Shortest time in this body than the rest.

"I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Timelords."

The Last. The Tenth. Timelord Victorious. Deeply respected pacifism but knew that if things were dire the gloves would come off. An easy-going personality hid the pure ferocity that was beneath. Pray that you don't incur his wrath.

The memories swirled one by one, encompassing the being within. Faces shuffled almost on repeat. Flickering knowledge held within the being. Who was he? Thoughts of who he once was merged and coalesced into a golden energy wafting off of him and yet into him. Battles and wars waged. Aliens and beings beyond understanding. Things that shouldn't exist did yet don't all the same. Daleks and Cybermen. Ice warriors and Sontarans. The Ood and the Slitheen. Omega. The Master. Beings and races across the universe flowed with memories. Gods and Eldrich horrors battled for supremacy for all of reality. Who was he? Who was he?

(January)

Waking up on the floor was a man who thought he had no name. Patting himself down he wanders why he's on floor. A sense of strangeness went through him. He was feeling extremely dizzy. Sitting up made him yelp in pain. Clutching his head seemed like a good idea yet it didn't do anything. He freezes when he stands, the strangeness has a target now. Who was he? He felt nauseous with no solution to the problem. He had to think. Thinking was what he was good at. Probably.

Who would know his name? Looking around the room was a failure. Barren. Nothing. Deep seated confusion. Why was this room empty? It was a master bedroom. No television. No computer. Was he poor? He hoped he wasn't poor. It would not be great. Looking out the window he spots his neighbor's house. They surely must know who he was.

Grabbing his head, memories shoot into being but not his name. He was apparently American which sounded weird. He thought he was British. Walking out of the room into the hallway he tripped and fell down the stairs. Who put stairs there? He would give them a stern talking to. He could feel his stomach growling. Maybe he could eat first before going over to the neighbor's house. Stumbling into the kitchen, he starts rummaging through cupboards and the fridge. Nothing. No food. My God. He was poor. Hopefully the neighbor could help. We must be best friends.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes connect with the microwave and knowledge explodes out of his head. He knew how to take it apart, make weapons out of it and combine it with other things. Grabbing his head in pain and a little bit anger, he stood there in confusion. Looking at the rest of the appliances, info about making things appeared. I could make radiation ray? That was awesome. He really needed to get a move on. He needed his best friend.

(Hebert Residence)

Taylor was having a rough two years. The locker incident broke the camel's back when it came to her life. Getting powers out of it was supposed to make her dream come true. She wanted to be a hero. Her power though, in her eyes wasn't what she thought when it came to heroics. Bug powers. She'll still try. She had some spiders in the basement making her costume. School was hell but that doesn't mean she had to give in when life was tough. She went out and started running to build stamina and hopefully helped her to run away quicker. Taylor was never going to give in. She would show her bullies what a true hero should be.

She was about to get up and do dinner when she heard knocking on her door. Frantic and chaotic. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A boy on the other side greeted her. Confusion set in as she opened the door to a very weird sight. The boy was 6ft 1 with blonde hair and green eyes. His clothes were baggy and disheveled. He was quite the gorgeous one. But he looked so lost and confused. He was visibly surprised to see me and narrowed his eyes with brows scrunched up as if he was thinking. The weirdness continued when he opened his mouth.

"Hey best friend! So, uh... funny question. You wouldn't happen to know my name, would ya?" He asked with a strange mix of an American southern accent and a British one. It was unique and strange. Bizarre even. The strangest thing though was the golden wisps that vacated when he was finished. He turned to me with a look of shock on his face. A parahuman! Why was he so surprised? Taylor narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Did he know about her? She could feel her army of bug's shuffle.

"Who are you?"

"Oh man. You have no idea who I am do you? I was really banking on it. I think I live next door. We're neighbors. I suddenly woke up with a bunch of garbled memories. I have no idea what happened. I... I don't know my name. I don't know what to do." A look of fear and despair went on his face as he choked up. He looked on the verge of breaking down. It made Taylor's heart ache. This was it. She could help. Be a hero. She calmed down her swarm and motioned him inside. She gave him an easy smile.

"Ok just come on in we can talk about it. You can take a seat on the couch. My name is Taylor Hebert. "

"It is certainly a pleasure to make your acquaintance Taylor." The look of fear vanishes from his face.

As he stepped through the door, did she hear an enormous growling sound come from him. A sheepish look appeared.

"I am so terribly sorry. I would have eaten at my house but apparently, I don't have any food."

"It's ok I can make you something. Do you know what you want?"

"I'm American, aren't I? An American cheeseburger please." he says with an eternally grateful look on his face. "I can't thank you enough for your hospitality. From the bottom of my heart, thank you"

The smile he sent her with that face made her weak in the knees. A slow blush had risen when she led him into the dining room kitchen. She got the patties out of the freezer and turned on the stove. He sat in one of the dining chairs in contemplative silence as if digesting what happened to him. Did the appearance of his powers cause this? What were his powers in the first place? These were the questions on her mind while she made his cheeseburger. When she was done, she turned the stove off and put the burger on white bread with the finishing touch of classic American cheese.

Setting the plate in front of him, he sent her the widest smile she has ever seen on someone. It made her fidget. He dug in with gusto and froze on the first bite making her freeze. Oh no. Did she do it wrong? He swallowed and vibrated in place. Then with amazing speed demolished the rest of the burger. It was like he was ravenous. He sat there after he was done with a sly grin on his face. He was feeling giddy.

"That... that right there was the best burger I have ever eaten. I believe. It was that good. Yes!" The easy-ness in which he said it made her feel a little embarrassed. It was just a normal cheeseburger. He must have been starving. Well time to ask the questions on her mind.

"So, you remember nothing right? What do you remember?"

"Well, I know I'm a US citizen. I can talk decently well. Other than that, nothing. No Name. No mom or dad. Blank." When he mentioned dad, his heart tugged for whatever reason. Like it was important to him.

"Do you have a wallet?"

"Wallet?" He asked with a look of shock. Then with a look of pure joy he slaps his head. "Of course! Brilliant! Wallet! I should have thought have of that! You Taylor Hebert are magnificent darlin'" He scrambles into his pants and takes out a wallet while Taylor turned bright red at the genuine praise that went her way. Opening it up a perplexing look was all that Taylor received. Curious she got up to take a look at it. A blank piece of paper greeted her that was in the place of what should be an id. No cards of any kind were in it. Now it was her turn to be perplexed.

"This is getting weird. Mysterious even."

"What about your phone?"

"Right." With less excitement he searched his other pocket and came out with nothing.

"No... this isn't right. This feels odd. It shouldn't be like this right?" he asked her with a face of pure confusion. Taylor was starting to feel a little creeped out. This situation was starting to spook her.

"Do you have anything else?"

He sits there contemplating something and points at her microwave. "I can make that into a radiation ray. Every piece of hardware in your house I can make into a weapon."

"You're a tinker!" Taylor sits there in shock staring at the mystery boy in her kitchen.

"What's that?"

"It's a designation for power-scaling. It means you can machines and technology no regular person can. You have powers!" She says that last part in disbelief. It made her confused though. What was with that golden light then?

"I feel like that's scratching the surface of what I can do. I can do more than that I feel. What about you? Do you have powers?"

It wouldn't be right if she lied to him about her powers. It was something about him that made her want to open up. "I have a Master power to control any type of bug. I know it's a weak power, you don't have to tell me." She had a forlorn look on her face.

Seeing the look on her face the boy did the only sensible thing. He turned on the charm.

"Weak power? Bugs? No that is clearly the opposite to a weak power darlin'. Think about it. What's your upper limit of control? What's the maximum number of bugs you can control? What's the radius? Even if it's a mile, do you know how may bugs there are in a square mile? 26,000 million." he paused at that. How did he know that. Doesn't matter he needed to destroy her notion of weakness. "The types of insects are a deciding factor too. Not to mention the sheer number at your disposal. We're talking biblical levels of insects. You are strong. Don't let anyone say otherwise."

Taylor didn't know what to say to that. It was the sheer kindness and confidence he used that made her heart skip a beat. Was this what it felt like to be believed in? She was starting to tear up from an abundance of emotion. He was right. Of course he was. It was that feeling she got from him that told her. She needed to ask him more questions though. He deserved to get his memories back. Sniffing her tears away she noticed he was staring at her so intently.

"Ok so you have new powers. That just leaves one thing we can do. We have to see if you have a medical file at the Doctors." Thats when things got weirder than usual. A look of pure shock and twitching of eyes began. He got up and started to pace the dining room. A hand was rubbing his square jaw in concentration.

"Doctor. The Doctor." The boy whispered. "What month is it, Taylor?"

"It's January. What's wrong?"

"That... no that makes no sense. It's supposed to be September. "And like he was struck by lightning that came out of nowhere golden wisps filled the air and was absorbed into him. Quickly getting out of her seat she saw the boy glow in ethereal light. Then it stopped and he stood there like all of the answers to the universe were answered. His face practically lights up in a handsome grin. He turns to look at her and with boundless energy stalks to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Her heart couldn't stop pounding.

"Are you ok?" She asks in a soft voice, startled at what happened. The boy's emotions were all over the place. He smiles cheekily.

"Funny you should mention that darlin'. I just figured out I was in a coma for five months but that should be impossible. Look." Taking a hand off her shoulder he lifts his baggy hoodie to reveal a godly body. It was sculpted to almost perfection. So chiseled she was starting to drool. Her face was turning incredibly red. Her mind refocused on what he said though. If what he said was true...

"Your body should be malnourished not well, so good looking." It was starting to get really hot for Taylor. She was starting to squirm.

"That's not all. Here feel this." He grabbed one of her hands and put it on the left side of his chest. Taylor was going to explode. His muscles were coiled so tightly she couldn't help but fondle his left pec. His heart beat could be felt strong. Then he switched sides and she fondled his right pec. The world didn't hate her after all. It sent her muscled gift. His heart beat was still strong. That... What? Shocking herself with this action she grabs his chest and puts her ear to the right side of his chest and then the left side. Listening. Thump Thump Thump. This...

"Two hearts? You have two hearts." She was in shock. Did that mean he was a case 53? He looked physically fine. Nothing too abnormal besides the two hearts.

"We ain't done yet darlin'. While I still can't remember my name, I remember where these abilities came from. Memories that aren't mine. This body that has two hearts. Came from another person. No, I shouldn't say that. He wasn't like you or me. He was a being. An alien. A Timelord." Taylor couldn't believe it. Aliens. Was this strange boy crazy. She looked into his eyes but saw no lies. She couldn't believe this.

"Who was this alien... this Timelord?" The world was starting to get bigger too. Too big.

"A Timelord who wasn't like the rest. Someone who saw the birth of the universe and watched as time RAN OUT, moment by moment, until NOTHING remained — NO TIME, NO SPACE, JUST HIM! He walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a mad man. He watched universes freeze, and creation burn." Looking directly in her eyes the boy continued to smile like a crazed person. He had Taylor on the edge. "Fought with Gods and Beings beyond our mortal comprehension. Things that do sound crazy I agree. I saw the heart of the time vortex and was inspired and stunned. I may no longer have my original name Taylor but know this." He grabbed her by the hands and squeezed lightly. "I'm taking his title. I'm going to do good with it. To help people. To make him proud. You know what that means? An adventure is awaiting us, Taylor. I have only one question for you. Do you want to be hero partners with me?"

An intense blush creeped onto her face. How does he keep doing that? "I will." She nods determinately. "What was his title?" She had to know who this mad man was.

"From now on I am known as the Doctor."

"Doctor Who?"

The Doctor gave her hands another squeeze, sent her a wink and gave off a roguishly handsome grin.

"Exactly!"

Unbeknownst to the both of them a heart beating could be heard from a closet inside the Doctors house.