It’s all up! This is the last chapter of my friend’s story. Just to remind you, neither my friend or I own Doctor Who, the BBC does. I hope you enjoyed this and please message me with your opinions. (My friend really wants to know how people feel about the story. I’ll post revised chapters by the way.) Have fun!
His younger self was sitting on the beach, eating from a bag of jelly babies. The Doctor’s older TARDIS materialized. The younger Doctor stood up in shook as his older self walked out.
“I don’t have much time, so listen carefully,” said the older Doctor. “In about three days you’re going to meet a girl named Catharine Smith. She’ll be seven years old. Avoid her as much as you can.”
“Why should I?”
The older Doctor sighed. “Because if you know and travel with her, she’ll die.” The Doctors’ minds touched. The younger Doctor understood why his older self’s eyes were red and puffy. He understood his love for a girl he never met. “If you love her like I did, avoid her. Let her live her life here in safety.” He gave his younger self her ring. “I trust you’ll do the smart thing,” and with that he walked back into his TARDIS, and dematerialized.
Three days later the Cybermen invaded New York. A Cyberman had a young woman in its grasp. The Doctor ran up to it, and put a gold slip on the back of its head. The girl was freed, and the Doctor took her hand
When he saw her face, he let go. It was Catharine Smith.
“Run. Get away as fast as you can, and don’t look back,” he told her. He turned, and started to run towards the Cybermen.
“Wait! Who are you?” she asked. The Doctor knew if he continued with the conversation, the future would be set in stone; no redo’s this time.
He stopped running, and looked at her darkly over his shoulder. “A dangerous man,” he said. He spun to look at her. “Now get out of here!” he bellowed. He felt bad about it, but he scared her off.
She nodded in slight fear, and ran away. She forgot about the Doctor years later.
The Doctor went through the Dalek’s genesis, only this time without Cass. He traveled for years after that. One day the TARDIS took him aboard a ship in space. He got out, and he heard a woman say, “I’m trying to send a distress signal! Stop talking about doctors,”
“I’m a doctor,” the Doctor said. “But probably not the one you were expecting,”
She turned around to look at him. Her face was pale, and she had hazel eyes and dark hair. The Doctor thought he’ve seen her somewhere, but he couldn’t place her face anywhere.
“Where are the rest of the crew?” he asked.
“But you’re still here,” he said surprised.
“I teleported them,” she said like it was obvious.
“Everyone else was screaming,”
He paused for a moment. “Welcome aboard,”
She breathed a laughed. “What?”
“Come on, I’ll show you,” he said, reaching his hand out. She took it.
They rushed across the ship.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Back of the ship,”
“Because the front crashes first, think it through,” he told her. A door closed that sealed the TARDIS and the Doctor closed. “Ah…” he groaned. “Why did you do that?” He asked the door.
“Emergency protocols,” she answered.
The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, and tried to open the door.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
The Doctor knew that name alright, but he didn’t show it. He couldn’t show it.
“You’re young to be crewing a gunship, Cassy,” He sometimes called her that.
“I wanted to see the universe. Is it always like this?”
“If you’re lucky,” the door opened. Cass looked at the blue box like it was alien. And it was to her.
“Don’t worry, it’s bigger on the inside,” he assured her.
She looked at him like he was crazy. She slightly backed away from him. “What did you say? Bigger on the inside, is that what you said?”
“Yes, come on, you’ll love it.”
“Is this… Is this a TARDIS?”
“Yes, but you’ll be perfectly safe, I promise you.” He reached for her hand.
“Don’t touch me!” she snapped. She slightly backed away.
The Doctor looked at her with a grim look. “I’m not part of the war,” I made it, he thought to himself. “I swear to you, I never was,” I created it, he thought.
“You’re a Time Lord,”
“Yes, I’m a Time Lord, but I’m one of the nice ones.” He assured his old love. He walked forward. She back away from him, until she was behind the doorway.
“Get away from me,” he remembered when he murdered her originally. This was like a replay of it. It felt like a hot iron was going through both of his hearts.
“Well, look on the bright side. I’m not a Dalek,” but I was, he thought bitterly.
“Who can tell the difference anymore?” She snapped. She hit the red button next to the door, and the door shut.
The Doctor pounded on the door. “Cass!”
“It’s deadlocked! Don’t even try!”
“Cass, just open the door! I’m trying to help!” He shouted to her.
“Go back to your battlefield! You’re not finished yet,” she cried. “Some of the universe is still standing!”
“I’m not leaving this ship without you,” he said. Not again, he thought. I will not let you die again.
“Then you’re going to die right here. Best news of the day,”
“Cass, Cass,” he pounded on the door, repeatedly shouting her name. He would not leave her to die alone a second time.
The ship crashed on a planet’s surface. The Doctor and Cass both died on impact.
The Doctor woke up with a twitch. He was sitting up. “Cass!” He took in his surroundings. He was in a cave lit by torch light.
An old woman wearing red robes walked forward. She knelt in front of him. “If you refer to your companion, we’re still trying to extract her from the wreckage,” she said softly.
“She wasn’t my companion,” but his eyes lied. She saw that. But she didn’t comment on it. She could tell he was in pain.
“She’s almost certainly dead,” the woman said. “No one could survive that crash,”
“I did,” the Doctor said. But I wish I hadn’t,
“No. We restored you to life, but it’s a temporary measure. You have little under four minutes,”
“Four minutes? That’s ages. What if I get board? I’m going to need television, a couple of books, anyone up for chess? Bring me knitting,”
“You have so little breath left. Spend it wisely,”
Something clicked in his mind. “Hang on… is it you?” He stumbled to his feet. “Am I back on Karn? You’re the Sisterhood of Karn. Keepers of the flame of utter boredom,”
“Eternal life,” she corrected.
“That’s the one,”
“Mock us if you will, but our elixir can trigger your regeneration. Bring you back,” she said. “Time Lord science is elevated here on Karn. But change doesn’t have to be random.” She waved her hand to her sisters, who each held a cup that had smoke coming out of it. “Fat or thin. Young or old. Man or woman.”
“Why would you do this for me?”
“You have helped us in the past,”
“You were never big on gratitude,”
“The war between the Time Lords and the Daleks threatens all reality. You are the only hope left,”
“It’s not my war,” he said, pacing back and forth. He mentally laughed at his comment. “And I will have no part in it,”
“You can’t ignore it forever,”
“I help where I can, I will not fight,”
“Because you are the good man, as you call yourself.” She argued.
“I call myself the Doctor,”
“It’s the same thing in your mind,”
“I like to think so,”
“In that case, Doctor, attend to your patient.” She said, waving to the broken body of Cass. The Doctor looked behind him, and he walked over to her. It felt the iron prongs where being turned slowly, deeper and deeper into his hearts.
The Doctor desperately scanned her with his sonic screwdriver, looking for any sign of life. Please, he thought. Please, not again.
“You’re wasting your time. She is beyond even our help.”
“She wanted to see the universe,” he recalled from both times he met her.
“She didn’t miss much,” the old woman said. “It’s very nearly over,”
“I could have saved her, I could have got her off the ship, but she wouldn’t listen.”
“Then she was wiser than you, she understood there was no escaping the Time War. You are a part of this Doctor, whether you like it or not,”
“I’d rather die,” he whispered.
“You’re dead already,” she hissed. “How many more will you let join you?”
He thought about that. How many more will die if he didn’t do something about the war he started?
“If she could speak, what would she say?” the woman continued.
“To me, nothing. I’m a Time Lord, everything she despised,”
“She would beg your help.” She snapped. “As we beg your help now,” she paused. “The universe stands on the brink. Will you let it fall?”
The Doctor thought for a moment. What would she say? He thought of what she would say. She would say, ‘do what you think best. I’ll stand behind any choice you make,’ She told him that often.
The woman backed up. “Fat or strong. Wise or angry, what do you need now?”
The Doctor picked up Cass’ chest belt. “Warrior,”
“Warrior?” she asked.
“I don’t suppose there’s any need for a Doctor anymore,” he said. “Make me a warrior now,”
The woman reached for a cup. A Sister walked forward, and gave the woman a cup. “I took the liberty of preparing this one myself,” she said, handing the cup to the Doctor.
He looked into the cup. “Get out, get out!” he bellowed. “All of you,” the Sisterhood walked out. “Will it hurt?” he asked, still looking into the cup.
“Yes,” the woman answered.
“Good,” he said. “Charlie, Caries, Lucy, Molly…friends, companions, I salute you. And Cass, I apologize,” he raised the cup to his lips. “Physician, heal thyself,” He thought of Cass for the last time as that Doctor.
And he drank from the cup. He dropped it, and his hands started glowing. He gasped, and he exploded into a golden burst of energy.
A minute later, the woman asked, “Is it done?”
The new Doctor stroked Cass’ face for the last time, and picked up Cass’s belt. He threw it over his shoulders, and looked at himself in a puddle.
He walked out of the cave, and found his TARDIS. He put it right side up, and walked in.
He went over to his counsel, and set the coordinates for Gallifrey. Someone needed to stop this war. And he decided it was going to be him.