The Master and the New Moon troupe rallied around the Doctor, their expressions filled with concern. "What's wrong?" Buster Moon asked, his voice laced with worry. The Doctor looked at them with a sad smile, "I've picked up some radiation from one of our adventures." He said. "How bad is it?" Suki asked her eyes wide with fear. "It's bad." The Doctor replied. "But I've lived for over 2500 years, I've seen so much. I've had so many lives. It's okay if this is my end." He said trying to comfort them.

Title Sequence

MATT SMITH

ADAM DRIVER

HALSEY

MATTEW McCONAUGHEY

AND

CHELSEA PERETTI

DOCTOR WHO

IS THIS THE END

The troupe didn't accept the Doctor's fate so easily. They worked tirelessly to find a cure, scouring through the TARDIS's medical bay and the Doctor's extensive knowledge of alien species for a solution. The Doctor, however, was at peace. He knew the end was near and he was ready. He had seen so much, done so much, and felt so much. He was just sad that he had to leave his friends, his new family, behind.

"Doctor it can't end like this," Porsha whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she sat beside him on the TARDIS's medical bed. He patted her paw, "It's alright, Porsha. I've had many lives, and they've all been incredible." His voice was weak, but his smile never wavered. his face appeared to have aged it was the result of radiation poisoning.

Suki hovered nearby, her eyes never leaving the Doctor's face. She had come so far from the cold, talent scout of Crystal Entertainment to this compassionate creature who had embraced the Doctor's world with open arms. "What can we do?" She asked, her voice trembling. The Master looked on, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and admiration for his old friend's courage. "The best thing you can all do is just be with me before I die." The Doctor said.

"Can't you just regenerate? Like you've done before?" Buster Moon's voice cracked with hope as he watched the Doctor's condition deteriorate. The Doctor's eyes met his, filled with a solemn understanding, "Not this time, when I regenerated into this body that was my last regeneration." The Doctor looked at the troupe "This is where my story ends but yours are still going." Ash spoke up "But what about your TARDIS what will happen to it?" The Doctor looked at the old blue box "It will stay where it is and just become something on a street corner of Calatonia. Just let it gather dust."

The Doctor's voice grew weaker with each passing day, but his spirit remained unbroken. The Master and the New Moon troupe did everything in their power to alleviate his suffering, bringing him warm blankets and soothing teas, playing his favourite tunes, and sharing stories of their adventures to keep his mind engaged. The theatre, once bustling with the energy of rehearsals and performances, had transformed into a sanctuary of love and support for their ailing Time Lord friend. "Over 2500 years I have lived I have seen so much but lost so much." He murmured to Porsha. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. You guys have been the best thing that ever happened to me in any of my lives." Suddenly Kira came running in, "Doctor, are you ok?" She asked with concern. "I'm sorry Kira but I'm dying." Kira just ran forward and wrapped her arms around the dying Timelord "I don't want you to die your like a dad to me" Kira had never spoken of The Doctor like that before and it brought a tear to his eye. "You've all become so much more than companions to me, your family." Then he remembered something "Kira there's something I need to tell you, but I will need to whisper it" He pulled her close and whispered his real name in her ear. "What does it mean?" She asked with wonder. "It means that I trust you with the most important secret of all, my dear." He said with a gentle smile. "And at some point, you're going to meet a younger version of me, and I want you to tell him something for me." Kira nodded eagerly.

As The Doctor's condition grew more critical, the New Moon Theatre troupe and the reformed Master did their utmost to keep the mood light and comforting. They surrounded him with warmth, laughter, and the melodies that had become synonymous with their shared adventures. Despite the gravity of the situation, they managed to create a space where fear took a backseat to love and camaraderie.

The Doctor, with his trademark smile, took comfort in their company. He regaled them with tales of his past lives, sharing the wisdom and joy he had gathered over the centuries. His eyes would sparkle with mirth as they listened intently, eager to soak in every word. It was as if he were passing on the torch of his experiences, ensuring that a piece of him would live on in their hearts. " I have had quite the life," he said to them one quiet afternoon, his voice a mere whisper of its former boisterous self. "And I wouldn't trade any of it for anything."

The Doctor's impending death was a topic no one wanted to face, but they knew it was inevitable. They had seen his transformations before, but this time the transformation wouldn't happen. The air was thick with an unspoken sorrow that none of them could ignore. The Doctor, sensing their unease, took it upon himself to ease their fears. "I am not afraid to die," he assured them. "For in every ending, there is a new beginning. And I know that you will all continue without me, creating your own extraordinary stories." His words were filled with a quiet strength that seemed to bolster the spirits of those around him.

Suki took the Doctor's hand and squeezed it gently. "What do you want to do with your last moments?" she asked, her voice quivering. The Doctor thought for a moment, his gaze drifting to the TARDIS console. "I want to spend it with my family." He said weakly "But you told us your family were gone." Buster said with confusion "My family is right here." The Doctor replied with a warm smile. He looked around the room at all of them, his eyes lingering on each face, "You are my family." Suki was very touched by this. She had never felt this way about anyone.

The Doctor's condition worsened, and the room fell into a solemn silence. Each member of the New Moon troupe held his or her own private conversation with the Time Lord, sharing their gratitude for his guidance and friendship. They reminisced about their adventures, the battles they had won, and the lessons they had learned. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with both joy and sorrow, as they realized the profound impact he had on their lives.

As the hours ticked by, the Doctor's breathing grew shallower, and his skin took on a pale, almost translucent quality. Suki held his hand tightly, her eyes never leaving his face. In a rare moment of vulnerability, she confessed her fear of losing him, of being without the one who had taught her the true meaning of kindness and sacrifice. The Doctor, his voice barely audible, whispered, "Suki, remember, I am not just a man, I am ideas. And ideas never die." He managed a small smile, his eyes reflecting the warmth of a thousand stars. "Doctor I'm going to miss you," she replied, her voice choking with emotion.

Porsha, who had been quietly observing from the corner, approached the bedside. She placed her paw on the Doctor's forehead, a gentle gesture of comfort. "Thank you for believing in me, for helping me find my voice," she said, her eyes brimming with tears. The Doctor reached up with a trembling hand and touched her paw, his smile never fading. "Porsha, you've always had it. You just needed to remember how to use it." His words were like a benediction, a final gift to a friend who had become a daughter to him. He started to cough violently, his body wracked with pain. "Well, I guess this proves one thing I am not a very good Doctor." He said jokingly Suki and Porsha couldn't help but laugh as did The Doctor, it was a small moment of levity in an otherwise heartbreaking scene.

The Master, who had remained mostly silent, stepped forward. His expression was a mix of sorrow and resolve. "We've had our differences, old friend," he said, his eyes misting. "But you've always been the best of us." The Doctor looked at him with affection, "And you, the most complex. Remember, you don't have to be who you were." The two shared a knowing look, a silent understanding that transcended their tumultuous history. It was a poignant reminder of the redemptive power of change.

Then The Doctors final hours came. He was surrounded by his newfound family, each one holding a piece of his heart in their paws and furred hands. The room was filled with a quiet dignity, a respectful silence that seemed to hold back the very fabric of time itself. Buster Moon, the stoic koala, fought back tears as he held the Doctor's other hand, his grip firm and steady. "You've changed all our lives, Doctor," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You've made us better, braver. You've made us believe that we can face anything." The Doctor smiled weakly, his eyes shimmering with a warmth that seemed to fill the room. "And you have, Buster. You all have thank you all for being part of my story but this is where the story of The Doctor ends and yours continues."

Johnny the gorilla, usually so jovial and energetic, sat on the edge of the bed, his massive frame seeming to shrink under the weight of his grief. "Doctor, we're not ready to say goodbye," he said, his voice cracking. "But that's the beauty of life, Johnny. It goes on, even when we think it won't." The Doctor's hand was cold, but his eyes were alight with the same fiery spirit that had carried them through countless dangers. "Remember, we're all just stories in the end. Make it a good one, eh?" Then with one last breath, his body stilled, and his eyes closed. The room was filled with a silence that was deafening in its sorrow. The Doctor was dead.

The New Moon Theatre troupe sat in stunned disbelief, their hearts heavy with loss. They had faced so much together, and now, their leader was gone. Porsha took a shaky breath, "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice small. The Master stepped forward, his expression firm. "I don't know but we will honour his wishes. He said that we should continue to live our lives, to tell our stories and to keep fighting for what we believe in."

Suki nodded, wiping a tear from her eye, "We have to carry on. For him, and for each other." The group agreed, their determination to keep the Doctor's legacy alive growing stronger by the minute. They decided to hold a memorial service in the theatre, inviting all of the friends they had made during their adventures.

End of Episode 43

CAST

The Doctor: MATT SMITH

The Master: ADAM DRIVER

Suki Lane: CHELSEA PERETTI

Porsha Crystal: HALSEY

Buster Moon: MATTEW McCONAUGHEY

Kira: BREANNA YDE

Johnny: TARON EGERTON

Post Credits Scene

In the dark room where The Doctors body lay it suddenly started to light up with a golden glow. It grew brighter until it was almost blinding, then with a flash and a loud sound like thunder the Doctor was gone and in his place was a young man with Brown hair and blue eyes and now had the resemblance of a certain god of Norse mischief.

CAST

And Introducing

TOM HIDDLESTON as The Doctor