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000: our cast :)

THE READER as [YOURSELF]

WILLIAM HARTNELL as [THE FIRST DOCTOR]

PATRICK TROUGHTON as [THE SECOND DOCTOR]

JON PERTWEE as [THE THIRD DOCTOR]

TOM BAKER as [THE FOURTH DOCTOR]

PETER DAVISON as [THE FIFTH DOCTOR]

COLIN BAKER as [THE SIXTH DOCTOR]

SYLVESTER MCCOY as [THE SEVENTH DOCTOR]

PAUL MCGANN as [THE EIGHTH DOCTOR]

JOHN HURT as [THE WAR DOCTOR]

CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON as [THE NINTH DOCTOR]

DAVID TENNANT as [THE TENTH DOCTOR]

MATT SMITH as [THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

PETER CAPALDI as [THE TWELFTH DOCTOR]

JODIE WHITTAKER as [THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR]

DAVID TENNANT as [THE FOURTEENTH DOCTOR]

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001: the sands of morpheus

2nd Person POV

You remembered the process very vividly. The exhaust and drowsiness enveloping your consciousness like a tidal wave. The feeling of your drained body clashing softly against your sunflower-patterned bedsheets and the frail squeak of the mattress in your ear. It sounded like a brief squeak to the ordinary people but to you, it sounded as loud as the bell at your secondary school. The feeling of your blanket brushing against your palm, and the straining of your tired muscles screamed out for relief as you tossed the blanket carelessly over your tired form. The blackness hitting your vision like a hurricane. It was also quick...extremely quick.

You'd been prone to tiredness and sleep as a child and a teenager. It was enfeebling. The dreams made it better though. The dreams made it better to look forward to. Cast from your universe to another in your sleep. A universe with aliens, time travel and a whole universe to explore. And him. The madman in the blue box. Always there to save the day and defeat the antagonists of the universe. Sometimes he was a man...others he was a woman. But always, he used that name.

The Doctor.

Something about him piqued your curiosity, drawing you further and further to him. Sometimes he was an old, white-haired man who wore a monocle. Other he was a younger man with a mop-top haircut and played the recorder, a Three Stooges look-a-like. Others he was a witty older man who wore opera cloaks and velvet. Others he was a curly-haired man with a multi-coloured scarf that was almost long as he was tall. Sometimes, he was a young-faced blond man with a kind smile and an obsession with cricket.

Others he had a head full of curly blond locks and wore a hideous rainbow coat that he, somehow, managed to pull off. Others he was a small brunette man who wore question marks on his clothes and had a Scottish accent. Other times you saw him he was a young man with long, curly hair and wore Victorian-Era clothes, and a keen, loving smile. The odd time you'd seen him was during a war and he was an older man who had a brown leather trenchcoat. The Doctor of War.

More recently, you'd seen him as a post-War, detective-coat wearing lovable idiot with an obsession with bananas. Or the trench-coat wearing ladies man with hair that defied the laws of physics and his catchphrase of "Allons-y!". Maybe the fez-wearing, adorable and caring one with a fondness for bowties, Jammie Dodgers and fish fingers and custard. Perhaps the angry-eyebrowed, grey-haired Scotsman who warned people to stay away from his browser history. Newly, the blonde-haired woman with endless amounts of energy and conversation for days. You'd grown a soft spot for each of them.

Of course, The Doctor never noticed you. Always calling out for The Doctor, only to be ignored. Not even noticed. Like an echo in a cave. A distant whisper from an ancient land. Never before had the enigmatic and mysterious Doctor Who noticed you. That is, however, he did. 

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002: first blood

2ND PERSON POV

The cycle continues. After a lengthy and draining day, the sanctuary of home practically welcomed you as you stumbled through the red-painted front door, slamming it behind you clumsily. The sharp slam of the keys as they collided with the key-dish made you wince at the noise but life goes on. You slipped your coat off, lazily hanging on the bannister and kicking your shoes off. Your feet screamed with relief as they were freed from the prisons and called themselves shoes. You let out a loud groan, discarding your bag onto the carpeted floor of the small abode you called home. The small flat in Cardiff, South Wales. Home.

Your eyes grew heavy with the blatantly-obvious feeling of euphoric drowsiness. The dreams were coming; faster than a hurricane. The never-ending dreams you had. The dreams slowly grew more realistic over the transition years from childhood to your now-age of 20-years-old. Especially after you moved to Cardiff for college. Your grandmother had retired in Cardiff and you lived with her for a while until you got your home. The small flat in Cardiff, South Wales.

Your fingertips brushed the skin of your forehead as you stumbled into the living room. The zeppelins in the sky of your universe were an eyesore, as ever. You drew the curtains and took out your false EarPods. Something was going on with John Lumic's EarPod facade. The Preachers were sure to find out what it was. Stumbling, your body collided with the fabric of the sofa and drifted into your dream-filled slumber.

It happened again. The cycle continued, flowing in a perfect circle. The harrowing tiredness and unpleasant drowsiness. The very feeling was agonising...both physically and mentally draining. But it all worked out in the end. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you took in a sharp exhale before your consciousness took you to the world you heavily desired to be in physically. The Doctor's world. 

―⁕⁕⁕―

You found yourself on the floor when you awoke, sprawled across it helplessly. You rubbed your head, pushing yourself up from the ground. Your work clothing had been changed to an outfit fitting the 1960s. An orange, turtle-necked jumper with a brown, white, grey and blue patterned skirt with black stockings and white, lace-up shoes with small heels to them.

Your hands grabbed out for the console of what seemed to be a spaceship. "Lovely..." you grumbled sarcastically, "My brain has dumped me in some spaceship. Absolutely wonderful,".

Your hand must've slipped. Touched the wrong button. Or something along those lines when the blaring noise of an alarm rang heavily throughout the ship, piercing your ears. Your hands clamped over your ears. The figure of a man in dark clothing wandered into the room, pushing buttons and yelling. "Susan, child!" the man snapped, "How many times have I told you not to mess about with the TARDIS' console? She has feelings-".

His eyes met yours. You stood there in shock and amazement. It was him. The man from your dreams. The Doctor. The man who saved entire galaxies and civilisations at the risk of his own life. Finally, here you were. Standing face to face with him. The man who hadn't noticed you for over a decade in your dreams. Now, it was happening. 

The Doctor had noticed you. Finally. It was exhilarating. His eyes pierced yours. The moment itself was fleeting and frozen, like time itself had stopped. As if you were in a film. Until the questions left his lips. "Who are you? How did you get onto my TARDIS?" he asked. 

"Your TARDIS?" you parrotted, taking a quick look around, "So that's what this thing is. Nice. I imagine you have questions, Doctor. Shall we talk over some tea?".

The Doctor looked confused. You'd seemingly broken into his TARDIS and now you wanted to chat and have tea? "You've broken into my TARDIS and now you want to have tea with me?" The Doctor asked as you brushed your skirt down.

"Basically, yes," you said, smiling playfully, "I've waited for this day since I was a little girl, y'know. When you'd finally look at me. Acknowledge my existence,".

You looked into a mirror to examine your appearance. Minimal make-up with some nice eyeshadow. Clear lipstick. Your hair was styled akin to the hairstyles of the decade. The Doctor was flabbergasted. "I demand to know who you are!" the Doctor spluttered, "And how you got into my TARDIS, young lady!".

You turned around to look at him. "My name's (Name) (Last Name)," you casually introduced, fixing your hair, "I didn't just "get into your TARDIS". Good lord, I'm saying TARDIS as if it's normal. Continuing from my last point, I woke up here. You see...there's a lot to explain to you,".

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Next thing you knew, you found yourself in one of the TARDIS' many libraries, drinking tea with the man you'd dreamt up since childhood. The one you were told didn't exist. The one you were told was a figment of your imagination. The one you'd bitten four therapists to defend. You sipped your tea, sitting in an old-fashioned, leather-bound armchair opposite The Doctor.

"So," The Doctor began, shattering the silence, "You are from another universe…and you’ve been travelling to this universe in your dreams?”.

You took a sip from your teacup. “Yeah. Pretty much,” you shrugged casually, “It’s your classic lucid dream… I think,”.

The Doctor hummed in response, politely sipping his tea. “It is strange,” he replied, “To discover you have been there…all the years, witnessing my adventures, both past and future, yet I’ve never noticed you,”.

You nodded. “And now you have,” you mused, placing the empty teacup onto the tea tray on a table, “It only took you fifteen years, but life goes on,”.

He subtly laughed at that. Affectionately, he patted your shoulder. “My granddaughter, Susan. She should be back from school soon,” he replied, “She’s a good child,”.

You smiled at the mention of Susan. In your heart, you felt sad at the recollection of Susan’s fate. Left on Earth in the 22nd Century. “I know. I’ve seen her and your companions too,” you mentioned casually.

The Doctor almost choked on his tea, coughing briefly. You patted him on the back, saving his life. “Companions?” The Doctor repeated, his expression was vividly confused.

”Fuck!” You swore, mentally slapping yourself, “Spoilers. Sorry about that…”.

The Doctor briefly laughed at that. “It is fine, young lady,” he said, brushing it off, “I’ve enjoyed our conversation. I do hope I see you again,”.

”Oh, you will,” you hummed nonchalantly. 

Then the feeling kicked in. The out-of-body experience. Your eyes darted down to your hands, looking at them. Fading away. Going back to reality.

You softly cried. “I’m waking up…” you sighed, used to the feeling, “God! I’m waking up and for the first time you’ve seen me! This has been…really special, Doc, super special. Thanks for making me feel special,”.

”No, thank you, young lady,” the Doctor corrected, “I do hope to see you soon,”.

You smiled at him. “See ya later,” you chuckled as your whole body faded away and back to your world, leaving The Doctor in the library alone.

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You exhaled sharply, sitting upright. On your sofa, your body was sprawled like a dog. You sighed, wiping the tears from your cheeks. You took in your surroundings. The same old living room with its grey sofa, grey armchair, black rug, coffee table, television, pictures of family, bookshelf and drawn curtains.

Back to your home. Back to your reality. Back to your universe. Back to your normality. Your watch read 7:00 am. You’d slept through the night. Sighing contentedly, you pushed yourself up from the sofa. “Better get ready for Torchwood, I guess,” you shrugged, boredly. 

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003: second chances

2nd Person POV.

The cycle repeats again. Work was, once again, tiresome. Working with Torchwood III and travelling to London to work with the Preachers was draining. One was for maintaining appearances and the other was for discovering what was really going on with John Lumic and his company. Something unnatural and unearthly. Then, finally, during the onyx, star-painted skies of pitch-black midnight, you returned home and stumbled into your bedroom, collapsed on your bed and began sleeping.

Your consciousness forced itself to project a copy of you across the multiverse to his world. The Doctor's world. For you, it'd been a whole 24 hours since your existence had been fully acknowledged by The Doctor, the man who'd plagued your dreams since you were six years old. The Oncoming Storm. The Doctor of War. Saving civilisations and entire galaxies at the risk of his own life. The Doctor who you admired. Cared about. 

You’re in another dream. Back in the TARDIS. You stand up, hands brushing softly against the console. Upon being upright, your eyes bore into that of The Doctor’s second incarnation, the mop-top haired, recorder-player man who succeeded his previous, monocle-wearing self of the past. “Alright, Three Stooges?” You greeted happily.

“Oh my Giddy aunt,” The Doctor breathed in shock, “You’ve returned!”.

You grinned mischievously. Your clothes resembled that of the late 1960s. A brown jacket with a white burgundy dress with thigh-length brown boots. "Eh, the outfit could've been worse," you grumbled, dusting yourself down, "Bit summer-y, but then again, I look sexy,".

You rushed over to The Doctor and embraced him in a hug. It was beautiful. It was peaceful. The moment, itself. As if the two of you were the only ones in the universe. Alone...it was perfection itself. The silence was both harrowing yet, oddly, calming. You sighed contentedly as you broke the hug. It was nice. Relaxing. Your dreams with The Doctor made things seem okay. Giving you a glimpse at a somewhat normal life.

Then again, your life wasn't too normal. The life of a Torchwood Agent and a leader/member of the Preachers, investigating the unearthly and finding out what secrets John Lumic had going on in his company. But, in the now, the dream you were having through the eyes of your projection across the universes was all the comfort you could need. Even if you were truly sprawled across your bed, sleeping like the dead.

"Tea?" the Doctor offered. You quickly nodded, smiling happily, "My companions, Jamie, Zoe and Victoria, aren't onboard. The TARDIS, you see, she's parked on an alien planet and they won't be back for...a while, I suppose,".

"Tea sounds wonderful," you mused. The Doctor extended his arm, as you looped your own around his as you walked to your small, tiny corner of the TARDIS. Your library, where you laughed, drank tea, conversed and just relaxed.

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The sound of your merged, echoing laughter bounced off the walls of the TARDIS. Zoe and Victoria had returned to their rooms and Jamie McCrimmon, a Scotsman from the 18th Century, took it upon himself to discover the source of the jubilant laughter. The kilt-clad Scotsman wandered through the labyrinth-like corridors of the TARDIS, using his instincts and sense of hearing to follow the laughter, which grew ever closer as his search continued. 

Jamie grumbled something in Gaelic under his breath as he came across the loud, booming source of the laughter. A library. Small and lovely. With rows of bookshelves, a roaring fireplace, a tea tray and two armchairs by the fire. It was...relaxing. An epiphany of calmness. His eyes widened in a sense of almost-shock. The Doctor was sitting, drinking tea and laughing with a girl. He grinned mischievously.

Zoe and Victoria contained their fits of giggling behind their hands. The trio continued to spy on them until the amused glare of The Doctor crossed into their line of vision. "Oh, come on in you three!" The Doctor chastised, "We both know you've been hanging around out there, giggling like schoolgirls,".

"Oh, Doctor!" you joked, "Leave them be! Curiosity is apart of the human nature, that is if you're all human,".

"Aye, lassie," Jamie confirmed, "All three of us are human...the last time we checked,". Zoe and Victoria entered the library first, followed lastly by Jamie. You laughed at Jamie's little joke. Intentional or not...it was still a tad funny. You adored the three of them. Victoria and Zoe peppered you with questions, which you didn't mind answering whilst Jamie was still in disbelief. 

"Ye've got a lassie?!" Jamie had exclaimed, "Doctor, that's...bloody fantastic yet still...a wee bit shocking tae me,".

You laughed. "It's perfectly fine, Jamie," The Doctor mused, brushing off Jamie's exclamation, "(Name) and I are not, per say, together but rather two very good friends,".

Zoe chuckled subtlety, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm. Very good friends, we'll see about that," Zoe whispered to Victoria, who burst out into a state of hysterical laughter, joined in by you and Jamie, leaving a very flustered-looking Doctor with a bright red face of embarrassment, "We're only joking, Doctor," Victoria reassured, "Even (Name) finds it funny,".

"If you say so..." The embarrassed-looking Doctor muttered, his eyes glancing to your hands, "(Name)…it's time,".

You looked down at your fading hands. Jamie, Victoria and Zoe were, albeit, freaking out. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention," you spoke, "I'm not really here. For you lot, you're all physically here. But for me...I'm dreaming. I'm at home in bed. But this is real, don't worry. My consciousness projects a copy of myself from my universe to this one...I'm fading because I'm waking up...".

Victoria sniffled. "Do you have to go (Name?" Victoria asked, like a young child would to a dying pet or a relative. You gave her a soft smile.

"I'm afraid so, Vic," you said, "Hope to see you again, quite soon,".

Your whole body faded from view, back into your universe, leaving The Doctor, Jamie, Victoria and Zoe alone in the room where it happened. Back in your universe, you sat up briskly in bed. You sighed sadly upon seeing the familiar, homely interior of your bedroom which resided in your flat in Cardiff in the South of Wales. The time read 6:30 am. You sighed contentedly. Your phone began to violently ring on the bedside table, the caller ID read "Ricky Smith", your universe's counterpart of Mickey Smith, from The Doctor's universe.

Groaning, you picked the phone up. "Ricky, it's six in the morning. Why are you summoning me at this dreadful hour?" you began.

"We found him," Ricky's voice said from the other end of the line. Your eyes widened in horror, "He's here in our universe. Mrs Moore spotted the TARDIS in London. He's here. The Doctor's here,".

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004: third time's a charm

2nd Person POV.

Pathetically, you stumbled into your bedroom. The feeling of tiredness raptured and corrupted your body like some unholy demonic entity, controlling your feelings. The dreams were coming. And there was nothing you could do to stop them. Your body felt limp and pathetic, as the state of sleep crept ever so closer. You yanked your shirt off, carelessly tossing it to the floor. Sweat clung to your body like a foul perfume.

The sounds of Sweet Jane by Cowboy Junkies distantly echoed in the background, almost cancelled out by the sharp, piercing ringing noises invading and overwhelming your senses. It was inevitable at this point. You couldn't fight it any longer. Nor deny the feeling. Your consciousness was being requested and forced into another universe. But it wasn't all so bad...you'd see him again. The Doctor. Your Doctor, who you'd grown to care for. 

The dreams struck again. You'd flopped pathetically onto your bed after a day's work at Torchwood, eyelids fluttering closed and drifting off into a dream-filled slumber. Ripped from your reality, your consciousness transcended between the universes until it found its landing place—The Doctor's universe. Then you woke up. In the TARDIS, in clothes from the early 1970s. Again. Back in the TARDIS.

"Are you alright, my dear?" the smooth-talking voice of The Doctor's third incarnation asked.

Your eyes darted up to find the charming Third Doctor crouched near you, clad in his opera cloak, with his ring-clad hand outstretched. You took his hand. He was eager and quick to embrace you into a hug as if it'd been a million years since he'd last seen you. He held you close, hand on your back and your arms hung around the back of his neck. 

"I'm fine," you said, "I'm okay. Better now that I've seen you, Doc,".

The Doctor fondly smiled at the usage of your pet name for him. You looked at your outfit, groaning in disdain to The Doctor's amusement. "Oh, you've got to be shitting kidding me!" you whined in annoyance, gesturing to your mind's choice of attire, "I look like a hippie! Someone from Woodstock! Don't you laugh at me, Doctor! I'll have your guts for garters, I will!".

He outstretched his arm. "Shall we?" he offered, "We can go on a trip?".

You smiled. "This outfit is murder, but let's go!" you said, kissing his cheek before the two of you strolled over to the TARDIS' double doors, which opened as you two approached them. The Doctor's fingers lingered where you kissed him, a smile blossoming on his lips, his eyes drifting to your smiling form

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The Master stood in the distance, dressed in his typical James Bond villain-Esque attire, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. His eyes were keenly fixated on you and The Doctor, who'd taken you to a cute nearby cafe to UNIT's headquarters in London. The two of you laughed whilst The Doctor gave you a look of pure love and bliss. The two of you conversed and dined over some lunch and a cheeky glass of wine each.

So this was the enigmatic (Name) (Last Name). The Impossible Person. A being of pure impossibility. The one The Doctor raved on about in explicit detail. He smirked at your laughing form in the distance. You and The Doctor were too enveloped in the moment to notice that you were being watched. The Master raised his eyebrows in confusion when The Doctor placed his hand onto yours, the cool metal feeling of his rings sending chills up your palm.

"So...this is the person The Doctor is fascinated with," The Master concluded under his breath, humming briefly, "(Name) (Last Name). I chose the right decision in the future...let's see where the story takes you then, shall we?".

The Master stalked back to his TARDIS, closing the doors behind him as the TARDIS (which was disguised as a horsebox) disappeared, materialising out of nowhere and into pure nothingness. Back at your table, you felt a sudden gust of wind tickle your face. "Did you feel that?" you asked.

"I did," The Doctor mused, "Shall I get the check?".

You hastily nodded, a feeling of dread pooling in your stomach, as you anxiously sipped at your wine. 

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Back in the TARDIS, you felt safe. At last. You once heard the Ninth Doctor state that the hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through the doors of the TARDIS. That made you feel at ease. You stood by the console unit of the TARDIS, gazing at the round circular shapes in the walls of the TARDIS. What purpose did those have? You never knew. You loved them though.

Your arms wrapped around your body, trying to lull yourself into a complete sense of security. It partially worked. It kept you at the moment. The Doctor's ring-clad hand landed softly on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. "What's wrong?" you asked, noticing the sadness in his eyes as your head turn around, "Doctor. Tell me. Please, you're frightening me,".

"You're leaving," he said, his eyes casting down to your vanishing palm. You lifted up your palm, which was slowly vanishing out of sight. Like a magician in a magic act. 

You sighed bitterly, letting out a soft cry. The Doctor's hand on your cheek halted your sobs. You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and front lip wobbling ever so slightly. He smiled sorrowfully at you, the pad of his thumb softly wiping the salty tears that dripped helplessly down your cheeks. "Come here," he beckoned, wrapping his arms softly around your fading form, "I think you need a Doctor,".

You were confused, so confused. Helplessly confused. Until he pressed his lips to your own. It wasn't the first time you'd kissed the Doctor. And it certainly wasn't the last. It sparked something. It was the genesis of a beautiful, beautiful relationship. A love that was sung about in a myriad of songs across the universe. You melted into the kiss, pouring so many unsaid feelings and suppressed emotions into it. The Doctor did the same. It was just so beautiful. So extremely beautiful. 

End of story. Except, not really. The Doctor opened his eyes to find you gone. Alone again. Alone for another time as you were cruelly ripped back to your universe. He sniffled, letting out a stifled sob. His hands gripped the console unit. He vowed to himself that day. To find a way into your universe. "Old girl," the Doctor said, as the TARDIS replied with a chirping noise, "One day, I don't know when, but we must find a way into (Name)'s world. You must promise me that,".

The TARDIS did a little beeping noise. The Doctor had a satisfied smile on his lips. The brisk knocks on the door of his TARDIS notified him that the Brigadier was outside and demanded a word. He sighed, letting out a brief laugh as he strolled over to the doors of the TARDIS.  

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005: the sign of four

2nd Person POV.

You'd cried upon waking up from your dream with The Doctor. The kiss lingered on your lips, as your fingertips gently touched your kiss-swollen lips. You smiled, remembering he too shared your feelings. Reciprocated them. Returning them. You loved him. Oh so much. It made things much better to look forward to. Your dreams. Now that the man you loved would be present in your dreams. 

Now, you sat at your desk at Torchwood III. Your co-workers chattered mindlessly in the background as you attempted to focus on the task at hand. You were exhausted. Purely exhausted. The coffee and tea hadn't helped either. You weren't one for coffee but it kept you awake. But...still, you were drained. A colleague had made a joke about you having a hangover because you looked so tired. 

Then your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on your folded arms on your desk. As the entity of sleep swallowed you whole, your consciousness forced itself from the crooks of your mind into the desired world that you so craved to physically be in every minute of your life until it happened. The Doctor's universe. The universe of chaos and adventure. The universe where the man you loved was. It was so close...within reach. 

Then you woke up. A sharp exhale escaped your lips. Finally. You were back. Sprawled across the floor of the TARDIS, you found yourself looking into the eyes of the Doctor's fourth incarnation. The woollen tips of his ever-so long rainbow scarf tickled your nose, batting them away with your hand. "Would you like a jelly baby?" he asked, holding out a white paper bag.

You shot up from the ground, sitting upright. As fast as the speed of light, you embraced him in a quick hug. The jelly babies scattered everywhere. But at that moment, The Doctor didn't care. He just focused on holding you as close to him as possible. It was incredibly difficult after you'd woken up from your last dream, for the both of you. He had to anticipate when he'd see you again and tediously wait. Whilst you had to also wait for your mind to decide when to have another dream.

"Oh, my (Name)," he breathed in disbelief, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, "My (Name). My beautiful (Name). You're here now...I'm here...".

You sighed contentedly, holding him. A quick shriek escaped your lips as The Doctor stood upright and spun you around the room. He settled you down on your feet, tilting your head upwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your kiss was full of emotions and hungry, full of missed-out action. His hands ran through your hair as your arms flew around the back of his neck. It was so beautiful...amazing. Excellent. Until...

"Doctor!" the voice of a young boy called, entering the room, "Oh my! I'm so sorry! I'll leave!".

The kiss between you broke as you both looked at the figure of a black-haired boy. He couldn't have been more than nineteen, maybe younger. It was him. Adric. You felt your heart stop. Knowing Adric's tragic fate, you composed yourself quickly. "Oh no, honey!" you said, "It's completely fine! I'm (Name), and you, honey, must be Adric,".

Adric looked confused. The poor boy. You removed yourself from the Doctor's embrace and approached the teenage boy. "I know, I know," you said, "It must be quite confusing, as we've never met before. (Name) (Last Name), a pleasure to meet you,".

That's when Adric's face lit up in realisation. "Of course!" he exclaimed, "(Name)! The Doctor always talks about you!".

You sent a playful smirk in The Doctor's direction, who looked incredibly flustered. Your eyes darted down to your outfit. You groaned. "Honestly!" you proclaimed, "What is with this outfit?! I look like a drag queen! It's nice though...but I'm getting major drag queen vibes!". You raced towards the TARDIS' wardrobe as fast as your legs could take you, leaving The Doctor laughing and Adric smirking. 

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About twenty minutes later of searching through the mountains of clothing that The Doctor owned in the TARDIS' wardrobe, you and the TARDIS managed to conspire together for a little laugh. Clad in a light brown coat which probably belonged to The Doctor, you placed a brown fedora atop your head. Your hands dusted down your attire, which also consisted of a white dress-shirt, baggy black trousers, brown leather cuff boots and a multi-coloured scarf that was longer than you were tall. Nearly identical to The Doctor's outfit.

You did a small twirl in front of the floor-length mirror, smirking mischievously. "Oh, girl," you said to the TARDIS, "This is the best idea we've had since...well, ever!".

The TARDIS let out a beeping noise in agreement. You laughed softly, like a bell. You casually walked through the labyrinth-like corridors of the TARDIS, eventually reappearing in the console room. Adric was casually leaning against the console with a toolbox in his hands, whilst The Doctor seemed occupied in fixing whatever problem the TARDIS had. The 19-year-old boy's eyes wandered to you, as you struck a pose. Adric let out a soft snicker.

"What's got you in a state?" The Doctor asked, voice echoing from underneath the console, as he emerged from the console, "I don't see what's so funny, Adric-".

His eyes wandered to you. You smirked mischievously. The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Adric, chuck me a screwdriver," you beckoned. Adric handed you a screwdriver and you began to do your infamous impression of The Doctor, "Hello, I'm that sexy adventurer in time and space, known as Doctor Who. I'm a pompous Time-Lord git from the planet Gallifrey with more morals than The Master's ever heard of. Would you like a jelly baby?".

You stuck out the screwdriver and began to imitate the noise it made. Adric was hysterically laughing whilst The Doctor was stood with his arms folded. "Adric! The Sonic's picked up that the Daleks are here! Quick, I'll send the TARDIS to some quarry in England! Now, I shall whip out an AK-47!" you proclaimed, mimicking The Doctor's deep voice as best you could.

"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!" Adric exclaimed through fits of laughter. The Doctor proceeded to chuckle deeply, as he escorted you to your sanctuary of one of the TARDIS' libraries, "I'll just be in my room doing something with mathematics!".

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WARNING: POORLY WRITTEN SMUT UPCOMING. SKIP IF YOU WANT. 

Burrowed away neatly amidst the myriad of rooms in the TARDIS, sat the small library that was the place you and The Doctor went whenever your dreams brought you to his universe. That's where you two were right now. It was your special place. The small, bleeding orange flames danced slowly on the logs delicately organised in the fireplace. The two armchairs had been pushed against the walls in exchange for one sofa, which you two now sat on.

You were curled up in The Doctor's arms, sitting between his legs with your head resting on his chest. The sound of twin hearts beating in his chest aided your imminent relaxation. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "My (Name)..." The Doctor whispered, "My beautiful (Name),".

His hand affectionately petted your hair. "Can we just stay like this?" you thought aloud, "Just the two of us. Plus Adric. In this TARDIS. Travelling in time and space. I can picture it. You and me, together. With our honourary son, Adric. It seems utopic,".

The Doctor hummed, sending vibrations through his chest. "I wish it too," he agreed, "You and me. Adric too, little stowaway. It sounds beautiful. If only. I could work out a way into your universe. To bring you here. With me. Where you belong,".

You sat upright and quickly kissed him. It wasn't the first time you'd kissed The Doctor. Certainly, it wasn't the last. One thing led to another. His hands raced through your hair as you pressed your hands to his chest. He sat up and quickly dominated the kiss. His lips left yours and began to pepper your neck with kisses and the occasional nips, enticing soft mewls and moans from your lips.

"Don't worry, my darling," he whispered, "The TARDIS walls are sound-proof,".

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006: five for silver

2nd Person POV.

You were about halfway to London when you began to drop off. Halfway there, then finally you'd see The Doctor for the first time without being in a dream. You sighed in annoyance as you pulled over and parked your car in the truck stop behind some trucks. You turned your car off and fell into the ebony void of sleep. You couldn't risk a car accident. Not when you were finally so close. So close to seeing him. The Doctor. 

Your consciousness took itself to its and your favourite place. The Doctor's universe. Chronologically, you'd be seeing the Fifth Doctor next. The one who wore and managed to pull off wearing a vegetable on his lapel. Then you awoke, sprawled against the floor of the TARDIS. Same design. The Doctor couldn't be bothered to change it, could he? In an outfit befitting the early 1980s.

A pink coat with a white dress shirt and light pink trousers and mauve cuff boots and a lengthy white scarf that reminded you of the Fourth Doctor's rainbow one. The Doctor's young-faced fifth incarnation, who had an obsession with cricket and had a mop of blond hair, had walked into the console room. "Hello there," he greeted, with a keen smile on his face. 

"General Kenobi," you smirked. He rolled his eyes at the Star Wars reference. The Doctor's fifth incarnation was always a favourite of yours, as had Four, Eleven, Nine etc. But, equally, you loved them all. Like a mother would with her children. You stood up and dusted yourself down, then rushed over to The Doctor as if your life depended on it. He embraced you into a loving hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

His hand softly held the back of your head, holding you so softly but close enough to him. Like you were made of glass and would shatter at any given moment. His kisses were feather-soft and smooth as silk. You had both craved and missed this. Your Doctor. "My (Name)," he'd whispered, "Goodness, I've missed you terribly so,".

You pressed a finger to his lips. "Hush now, Doc," you said, smirking mischievously, "You can tell me just how much you missed me in the bedroom,".

―⁕⁕⁕―

An hour, perhaps two, later and you found yourself tangled in the sheets in The Doctor's bedroom. Nude and covered by the comforter on The Doctor's bed. Your head rested against his bare chest, hair brushing it, as your arms were wrapped around his upper body. This incarnation had been a favourite of yours. One of his arms was wrapped around your midsection, the other around the back of your neck, petting the back of your head affectionately.

You hummed contentedly. A question burned and itched in your mind. Did this mean you were a couple? The love in his eyes had made you question it. You kissed several times, whereas you'd slept together twice now. You certainly knew you felt comfortable being his partner. And that you loved him. You were in love with the very idea of him. 

"Doctor..." you began. That extracted a hum from him, which vibrated in his chest, "I'd like to know. Does this...make us a couple?".

The Doctor pressed a kiss to your forehead. He smiled as he tilted your head to look up at him. He pressed a kiss to your lips. You melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. The kiss broke when you both extracted your interlocked lips. "Does that answer your question?" The Doctor playfully asked, softly smiling at you. You returned his smile, "I'd love to be your boyfriend, is that what humans call them? Whatever, I'd love to be with you (Name). That is, if you want to be with me too,".

The word "boyfriend" sounded foreign on The Doctor's lips. You snuggled in his hold, smiling contentedly. "I'd love to be your partner," you smiled. The Doctor returned your smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I'd love it more than anything...in the multiverse,".

The Doctor frowned at the word "multiverse". You scoffed, chuckling playfully. "I'm from a different universe remember. A parallel Earth," you explained, "Hence, the multiverse. Plus, scientists think there could be any number of universes out there,".

The two of you shared a laugh. It was in truth, blissful. The moment itself was blissful and peaceful. Oh so perfect. Just the two of you together, bundled in each other's embrace. Fate was really on your side today, wasn't it? "Doctor!" a voice called from down the corridor, "Doctor? Where are you?".

The both of you shared a terrified look. Adric. At the speed of light, the two of you practically leapt out of bed and scrambled to dress as fast as humanly and Time-Lord(ly) possible. The sound of Adric's footsteps growing closer and louder didn't help calm your nerves. The Doctor pulled his jumper over his shirt when you adjusted your pink coat. He slunk your scarf around your neck as you pinned the celery to his lapel, pressing a kiss to his lips.

You two exited The Doctor's bedroom, finding Adric looking actively for The Doctor in the labyrinth of corridors. His eyes set on you and a bright smile immediately sprung onto his lips. "(Name)!" Adric proclaimed, "I was wondering when you'd come back!".

You keenly smiled as The Doctor blushed furiously. The two of you approached Adric, who you were quick to embrace in a hug. You viewed Adric as a son. The Doctor awkward joined in the hug. "Oh, Doctor," you chastised, "Don't be shy,", to which you and Adric made room in the hug for the blond Time-Lord. 

All three of you broke from the hug. Adric's face brightened up. "I just remembered!" Adric spoke, "Tegan and Nyssa are looking for you! The TARDIS has landed somewhere. They said it looks like a marketplace,".

"Shall we?" you offered. The Doctor quickly nodded.

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007: six seconds

2nd Person POV.

London was a few hours away. So close. You were almost there. Anxiety was building up in your chest. It was nerve-wracking and overjoying to be able to see the man you loved for the first time in the same universe. Then your subconscious decided it was time to see The Doctor again in dream form. You were still reminiscing about your visit with the Fifth Doctor. It was magical. Beautiful. Perfect.

You begrudgingly pulled over. Your car turned off. You'd seen seeing The Doctor's incarnation in canonical order, so that meant you'd be seeing the Sixth Doctor next. You sighed. Your eyes fluttered shut underneath the weight of the overbearing tiredness you felt. You awoke on the floor of the TARDIS. Again. The flutter of that horrible rainbow coloured coat sent a small breeze towards your face.

"Doc-" you tried.

He was on top of you, hands wrapped around your throat. You gasped and gagged for air, hands on his. You desperately tried to claw his hands off your neck. He was blinded by his anger. This incarnation was always an angry one. Your legs thrashed and kicked against the floor. Desperately, the TARDIS made loud beeping noises as your lips began to turn a concering shade of blue. The Doctor let go, eyes widened in horror at the sight of you on the floor.

You coughed and gasped for air. You clutched your neck softly as The Doctor stumbled away from you. He saw the soft, barely visible pink outlines of his hands. He stood up, staring down at the TARDIS' console unit. You coughed a little bit. He'd hurt you. It was both his and your worst fear. He could've killed you if he'd carried on longer. 

Something was off. He had some horrid moods and wasn't as likeable as his previous incarnations. Yet there was a sense of vulnerability. An almost weakness that could be exploited and manipulated. "Are you alright," you asked, voice scratchy. The Doctor nodded, avoiding eye contact with you, "Does that mean no?.

He nodded a second time. You felt heartbroken upon seeing him like this. His knuckles were white as they gripped the console unit. The TARDIS let out a whining noise. The Doctor looked up, eyes brimming and blossoming with tears, ready to spill. He collapsed to the floor, a hopeless look on his face. You slowly stood up.

"I hurt everyone," The Doctor spoke, sadness laced in his tone. A sniffle escaped his nose. "I hurt everybody, (Name). I'm a terrible excuse for The Doctor. I've hurt you...and the TARDIS. I'm a monster,".

You slowly approached The Doctor, whose eyes widened in horror. "(Name)..." he began warily, as you crouched down next to him. "No...don't. Please, I'll hurt you again,".

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling him visibly tense up at the contact. After a minute or so, he softened into your embrace. Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around you. Then the sobs started. He buried his head into your shoulder, the tears staining the red-coloured tartan of your outfit. Your hand petted the back of his head, fingers weaving through his mop of blond curls. His crying made your heart violently ache. 

"Shhh..." you soothed, free hand rubbing his back softly as The Doctor cried and sobbed into your shoulder, "You're safe...you're protected. You won't hurt me again...I can assure you. My Doctor,".

The Doctor hiccuped briefly, crying softly into the crook of your neck. "My handsome, beautiful Doctor," you whispered, kissing his forehead, "I know you never meant to hurt me...You'd never do it intentionally. You're the best thing in my mundane life...and I love you. I love you, my Doctor,".

He sat upright, looking into your eyes with tear-filled eyes. Both of your arms were loosely wrapped around his torso; they drifted so your hands could cup his cheeks lovingly. "My (Name)..." he whispered, voice scratchy and achy due to crying, "Please...never leave me. I love you and...I care more about your feelings than mine,".

You pressed a soft, loving kiss to his cheeks. "I love you too, Doctor," you said, smiling. Your tone of voice was soft and caring.

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008: lucky number seven

2nd Person POV.

You'd decided to control the reigns today. You were in an experimenting mood. You were going to test your own subconscious. Force yourself into a dream. Chronologically, you were due to meet The Doctor's seventh incarnation next. You laid anxiously down on a bed in a London hotel room, a few hours before you were due to meet The Doctor in real life. 

You took a sharp inhale before you closed your eyes and forced yourself into the void of the dreams. You thought it wouldn't work. Yet, it did. And you woke up. Sprawled and laying against the floor of The Doctor's TARDIS, seeing the smaller Scotsman reading a book that hung from the ceiling with a piece of string. He acknowledged your presence quite quickly. "I was wondering when you would wake up, dear thing," he casually spoke, "How're things?".

You sat up, glancing down at the outfit that your subconsciousness had decided to grace upon you today. You smirked. Not too bad. "Eh, not bad," you mused, pushing yourself off the floor, "Not bad. Not bad indeed,". Running a hand through your hair and down to your ears, "Chunky earrings. Heeled boots. Spiky leather jacket. Christ on a bloody bike, I look like Aunt Pauline!".

The Doctor grinned at you. Turning on your heels, you marched over to a mirror, examining your face and hair. Your hair was pinned back in a bun, whilst the rest of your hair was slicked back ever so slightly, leaving a smidge of volume to it. Your makeup wasn't too bad, the rouge of the red lipstick matching the shade of your top. "You look fine, dear thing," he mused, a Scottish accent weaved gently through his words, "How's your universe?".

You shrugged. "Same old, same old," you responded, walking over to the TARDIS console unit, leaning on it, "Still working for Torchwood, y'know. Crap! Too early in your timeline...never mind. Spoilers, lovely. Still working with the Preachers,".

The Doctor shared your shrugged, toying with his scarf. "I've met my past selves many times before, dear," he reassured you, affectionately patting your shoulder, "Your spoilers are nothing compared to how I'm going to look in the future...". He shivered at the thought of his future whilst you laughed.

"Your future regeneration aren't too bad!" you smiled, "Besides, I've always had a fancy for a Scottish accent. Just remember that. My mate told me that the TARDIS was spotted in London, in my universe. Looks like I'll be meeting you in real life very soon, Doc,".

The Doctor looked bewildered, before breaking out into a smile. "We, did it?" he asked, as the TARDIS let out a beeping noise, confirming the truth, "Oh, old girl! You kept our promise! We did it! Or we will...do you know which version of me it is that's in your universe?".

"Hard to say," you mused, "Ricky's not sure. He said that our fellow Preachers member, Mrs. Moore, spotted the TARDIS. Bless that woman,".

The Doctor mutually nodded. "Professor!" a voice echoed down the TARDIS corridors. A smile drew itself onto your lips. Ace McShane was one of your favourites of the Doctor's companions, along with Rory Williams, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Bill Potts etc. All of them deserved so much more, "Professor!".

The figure of Ace McShane, clad in her badge-sewn black jacket, entered the room. "There you are, Professor-" Ace began, but stopped upon making eye contact with you, "Who's this?". The teen pointed at you with an almost accusatory finger, "Is this (Name)? You're (Name), right? The Professor always talks about you, he doesn't shut up!".

The Doctor's cheeks flushed a tint of pink as you laughed. "Yes, I'm (Name)," you responded, "And you, Ace McShane, I've been waiting to meet you, kid. Nice jacket,".

Ace smirked. "Thanks," the teen thanked, "Oh, Professor! Lighten up a little, we can take (Name) on a trip? Can we?!".

The Doctor gave in. "Alright!" the Scotsman feigned, "Alright! How about...16th Century England? We can go and watch some Shakespeare?".

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009: eight's never late

2nd Person POV

You were getting better at controlling when you wanted to go into your dreams. You gained more control quite quickly. Now, the Eighth Doctor was awaiting you in his universe. You were at the Preacher's Headquarters in London. You slumped against the sofa, breathing in slowly. Night had arrived a lot sooner than anticipated. And now was the time to try and catch up with the Doctor's remaining incarnations before the meetup.

The Eighth, War and Ninth Doctor all had a visit because you'd seen the Tenth Doctor with his companions, Rose and Mickey, travelling to your universe. You knew what would happen. And it was a burden. You fluttered your eyelids shut as you focused on your desired universe. The Doctor's universe. Things felt different this time. Somewhat odd.

You eventually woke up. Not in the usual TARDIS but in the morgue. In a hospital. You weren't a qualified doctor. But you shrugged it off. Progress was progress. A strange noise alarmed you and you walked out of the room, clad in a doctor's coat.

Clipboard in hands, you found the source of the noise to the starkly nude eighth incarnation of The Doctor. You exchanged a scream, hitting him with the clipboard twice. "You're not going to hit me again, are you?" he asked, nervously.

Lowering the clipboard, you huffed in frustration. "No, you idiot," you scoffed, setting the clipboard aside, "For God's sake. You terrified me! Where the hell are your clothes?! Not that I'm complaining...but seriously,".

The Doctor gave you a half-lipped smile. "Right. Those," he murmured, "Not sure. I got shot. I think they might've given my things to the boy who brought me in. You're not exactly my next of kin, (Name),".

You groaned. "So, essentially we're going on a wild goose chase for your clothes," you sighed. The Doctor nodded. There was something about his eyes. A distinct sense of vulnerability shone through them, gazing into your soul, "Alright. We're going to have to steal someone's clothes. Then we take care of The Master. And then we're off. Sounds pretty simple,".

He grinned, one hand gripping the white sheet around his body and the other offering to hold yours. "Shall we, my dear?" he offered. You did three things to accept. You nodded, smiled and took his hand as the two of you exited the morgue in search of some clothes for him. 

―⁕⁕⁕―

You'd've imagined that you and The Doctor were experts at defeating The Master now. You couldn't count on both hands how many times you'd done it. But here you were. All smiles and bliss after another satisfying victory. The TARDIS materialised near a lake in San Francisco. Chang Lee and Grace Holloway, two people who'd helped you and The Doctor out, exited the TARDIS first, smiling and chatting as you and the Doctor followed swift.

Fireworks exploded and whizzed in the sky, making all four of you blatantly aware of the time. Midnight. January the 1st. 2000. The New Millenium. Chang returned the Doctor's items and left with Grace. You walked over to the barrier, which divided the lake and the land, gazing up at the fireworks. The Doctor joined after you. Gazing out at the fireworks being let off in the distance, you contentedly smiled. Shades of blues, reds and green lit up your eyes. 

"What is it?" The Doctor had asked, concern lacing his voice and painting itself across his features.

You shrugged. "Victory should be boring by now," you mused, "But it isn't. You've changed my life, Doc. I used to be just a woman leading a double life in another universe but now...I have you. And my life's very much complete. There's just one thing missing. Me actually being in your universe,".

He smiled sadly. The Doctor cupped your cheek. "Oh my Impossible Person," The Doctor lovingly spoke, thumb running across your cheekbone, "One day. I promise. One day. Shall we ring in the New Year, Earth style?".

You feverishly nodded. Simultaneously, you both leaned and your lips connected. For the third time that night. The fireworks exploded in the background, creating the perfect atmosphere. Your hands cupped The Doctor's cheeks whilst his lanky arms snaked around your waist. You wished it could always be like this. But it wasn't time for wild dreams. You felt yourself fading. Returning to your own world. But you didn't let it bother you. You let the passion of the Doctor's enticing kiss consume you until you disappeared from view, whispering an "I love you" before returning to your own universe. 

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010: the doctor of war

2nd Person POV.

He’d walked so far. Miles and miles. And so had you. Behind him. Trailing like a lost dog and berating his choice. Over his shoulder, he lugged a burlap sack with a box containing The Moment in it. You were yelling at him, begging him to change his mind. He ignored you, carrying on walking. After all, you weren't really there. “You can make any other choice, Doctor!” You yelled, boots trudging against the sands of Gallifrey, nails creating half-moon indents in the skin of your palms, “But committing genocide isn’t the right one!”.

He paused. You stiffened. Turning to look at you, he wore a sad smile on his face. “It’s this or the Daleks win,” The Doctor spoke, “I can't condemn my people to the Daleks,”. You'd never seen this version of The Doctor, the Doctor of War, but you understood where he was coming from, "You shouldn't be here...".

You assumed he was the incarnation between 8 and 9. 8 and a half...or something. You hadn't a clue. But this version of the Doctor was a broken man. Who claimed he wasn't worthy of being called The Doctor. It broke your heart to hear him talk like that. "I know," you breathed, "I know...I'm cramming. I'm trying to see you and the next you before I meet you in my universe,".

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Your destination was a barn. The first thing you'd noticed about the barn was how abandoned it looked. With stray twigs and leaves littering the floors in the middle of a sandy Sahara. The one where The Doctor had spent some of his childhood years. Before you'd met. You wondered what would've happened if you and The Doctor had met as children. A young Gallifreyan boy named Theta Sigma and a young who'd just lost their parents in a horrific car wreck. How would things have changed? How? How?

Endless possibilities reeled in your mind as you stood behind The Doctor, glaring at the inanimate box which contained the being known as The Moment. Subtle gears and cogs clicked and whirred as The Doctor examined the box itself. He muttered and murmured to himself as he crouched over the box. "Why is there never a big red button?" he mumbled, the sentence barely catching on your ears as you stared at a segment of the wall, out of focus and out of touch.

Suddenly he shot up, eyes darted to the door. He stood up and opened the door, calling out by-gone 'hellos' into the distance only to receive no responses. "It's nothing," a voice all too similar to your own answered, causing you and the Doctor to quickly look in the direction of the box. Contently sat on the box, was you? Everything about her was identical to you. Your face. Eyes. Hair. Even those smaller details only few bothered to acknowledged. 

There was on select difference. They were a young child with childish, innocent features. Barely seven years old. The same age you'd been when you'd witnessed your parents' car explode from across the road on your seventh birthday. The younger you wore similar clothes to yourself, with a smug grin on their lips, casually draped across the box like a lazy cat. 

Instead of sympathizing for the young version of you, The Doctor forced them up from sitting on the box. "Don't sit on that!" he snapped, holding them by their upper arm. You did nothing. You stood. In silence. A harrowing silence. Eyes blown wide. Mouth slightly agape. The younger version of you locked eyes with you, with a cheeky smile and eyes that flashed a sinister gold. The words flashed in your mind. BAD WOLF. 

"Why not?" the younger you demanded.

"Because it's not a chair!" the Doctor stated firmly, forcing younger you out the door of the barn, "It's the most dangerous weapon in the universe!".

He'd shut the door behind younger you and you couldn't help let a breath out that you'd been holding for a while. You glanced at the Doctor before casting a look at the box. In the place of younger you, sat the unfamiliar face of a teenage boy. He had a mop of brown locks, that resembled the Eleventh Doctor's own, and a haunting pair of (eye colour) eyes. 

"Well, why can't it be both?" the boy suggested, smirking at the both of you. The Doctor looked just as shocked as you to see the young boy there. He couldn't have been older than sixteen, maybe seventeen, "Why did you park so far away? Didn't you want her to see it?".

The Doctor knitted his brows at the teenager's cryptically mocking words. The teenage merely looked at The Doctor with a boyish grin, turning to you and giving you the exact same. "Want who to see? (Name)'s right here," the Doctor argued. 

"The TARDIS," the boy mocked, abruptly standing up, and circling you and The Doctor like a vulture, "You both walked for miles! And miles. And miles. And miles. And miles!".

The Doctor cut the boy off. "I was thinking!" the Doctor spoke, "And (Name) was..."

"I heard you," The teenager interrupted, somehow staring into both yours's and The Doctor's eyes, "Both of you,".

You froze. The Doctor merely furrowed his brows at the boy. 

“All of you," he jabbed an index finger at The Doctor, "Jangling around in that dusty old head of yours's, Doctor,".

You cut him off. "Just wait a minute!" you ordered, raising your index finger, silencing the teenage boy and The Doctor, "Who the hell are you? I don't recognise you. For any time, I've met The Doctor, past or present. Or future. Who. Are. You?".

The boy grinned up at you with a twisted grin. It was a merge of both cocky and boyish. "I chose this face and form for you," The boy continued, pointing at you, pushing himself up from the box and standing up so he met your gaze, perfectly, "(Name). However, it's from both of your futures. Or your pasts. I always get those two mixed up. I think I'm called...Adric. That's it! Adric, named after your late companion. You never forgave him for Adric's death, did you (Name)?".

You froze. "How did you-" you began to ask, but stopped. He wanted you to react like this, "Nevermind. Why are you here? To stop him?".

The boy, Adric, smiled and nodded. "Of course I am," he grinned, "You were always the more perceptive one of you two anyway. But, in that other face, (Name), they called me...Bad Wolf. Are you afraid of the big, Bad Wolf (Name)? ".

Momentarily, his eyes glowed a sinister gold. The same as younger you had done to you earlier. Again, a searing pain scorched your mind and the words flashed in your mind. BAD WOLF. MÉCHANT LOUP. BLAIDD DDRWG. LOBO MALO. ЗЛОЙ ВОЛК. SLECHTE WOLF. STYGGA VARGEN. 坏狼. LUP RĂU. Sói XẤU. STYGGE ULVEN. SCHLECHTER WOLF. SLEGTE WOLF.  悪いオオカミ. ذئب شرير. This time, it was different. A vision followed suit, leaving you stood stunned. From out of time.

Daleks killing Gallifreyans. A group of people stood in a line admist the carnage. The Tenth Doctor. The Eleventh Doctor. The War Doctor. The boy, Adric. And three versions of you. The one who remembered. The one who counted. And the one who forgot. Past. Present. Future. And a final flash. A pair of angry-eyebrowed brows with eyes. The Doctor. Tardises. Gallifrey falls. No More.

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011: nine lives

2nd Person POV

“I bet in this regeneration you don’t dance,” you’d commented to him earlier on. The last doctor to receive a visit before you met The Doctor in your universe was the Ninth Doctor. On this adventure, you’d found yourself during the time when The Doctor dealt with the Empty Child in 1940s London, during the Second World War. And the time you and The Doctor met the wonderful Captain Jack Harkness.  “I do too dance,” he’d also retorted, glancing at you down from the box he stood on, whilst trying to figure a way out of the room in the hospital you both were stuck in. 

You, clad in black jeans, a Union Jack T-Shirt, a black jacket, combat boots, hooped earrings and black trainers, slumped in the wheelchair. You smirked up at him. "Yeah, right," you scoffed, casually rocking wheeling yourself back and forth. A cheeky smirk graced your face, akin to that boy. The boy. Adric. Who you and the Doctor's previous incarnation had met during the Last Great Time War. Who was he? And what was Bad Wolf?

A sharp crackle bounced across the room as Captain Jack Harkness appeared in the room, grinning cockily. "Hey you two," he greeted in an American accent, giving you two a wink each that crossed between flirtatious and cheeky. A playful grin tugged at your cheeks, "Miss me?".

―⁕⁕⁕―

After the whole ordeal involving the definitely-not-traumatising Empty Child, you shone in the afterglow of everybody living for once. Now back in the TARDIS, where the three of you are. You, The Doctor and the ever so flirty Captain Jack Harkness. The Doctor’s latest companion and friend, Rose Tyler, was off spending time with her mother, Jackie. It was you who’d convinced The Doctor to let Jack travel with the two of you, seeing how good a companion he’d make in the future. Now, you knew the Ninth Doctor was coming to the end of his regeneration. And oh...how'd it'd been brilliant.

Autons in London. The Earth's Death. The Gelth and Charles Dickens in Victorian Wales. Slitheen in Downing Street. An encounter with what was believed to be the Last Dalek. The Jagrafess on Satellite Five. Rose Tyler prevented her father's death from happening and created a wound in time. The Empty Child and gas-mask zombies. Slitheen in Cardiff and a plot to destroy the Earth. 

The end of the Doctor's latest incarnation had begun with you, he and Captain Jack (that sounded like a really crap name for a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction) had been kidnapped from the TARDIS v.i.a a teleport beam. Whilst Jack Harkness was flirting up a storm with two robots and The Doctor was desperately attempting to locate you, you'd been stuck on a futuristic version of 'The Weakest Link'. The whole ordeal itself was enough to put you off reality TV for the rest of your life. The second you three had been reunited, you'd been shot. By the Anne Droid. Eliminated from the game.

Thinking that the dream version of yourself being dead, you had expected to shoot up in bed. Sweating and panting, like it was a bad dream. But this universe had other plans for you. Daleks. An entire fleet alongside the Dalek Emperor. And only the Doctor could save everyone. In a last-ditch effort, he'd made the TARDIS bring you and Rose back to the 21st Century, to your protest. Rose had promised to ensure that you stayed in the 21st Century, in the 2000s. Then you snapped. It was all coming together.

All this time. Ever since you were a little girl. Those two words followed you and the Doctor wherever you went. BAD WOLF. It'd all made sense when the combined effort of you, Rose, Mickey and Jackie had forced the TARDIS console open. Your eyes were overwhelmed by the ethereal golden lights that sang to your, pouring the energies of the Time Vortex into your mind. The TARDIS doors slammed shut and your destination was only forward.

The Doctor stood with his eyes screwed shut, preparing to die. Until the noise of a familiar metallic thrumming echoed across the control room of Satellite Five, bouncing across the walls. "Alert!" a Dalek shrieked, "TARDIS materialising!". And he looked back. Quickly spinning around to be met with the sight of a materialising TARDIS appearing behind him and the horde of Daleks. 

The blue double doors flung open to reveal blinding golden light and the shadowy, silhouetted figure of yourself, eyes glowing the sinister gold you'd been in The Doctor's previous regeneration, the golden energy tendrils snaking slightly. You stepped forward, standing before The Doctor and the Daleks with confidence you'd never truly had. "What've you done?!" the Doctor called, panic evident in his Northern Drawl. 

"I looked into the TARDIS," you plainly responded. Yet, your voice didn't sound like itself. It sounded different, distorted and disembodied, "And she looked into me,".

That was the first time you'd ever seen the Doctor look at you like that. With fear. "You looked into the Time Vortex, (Name)!" The Doctor spoke, fear lingering and entwined in his voice. Even in his eyes. "No one's meant to see that!".

"This is the Abomination!" the Dalek Emperor bellowed, distorted visage present on the screen. You glared up at the Dalek Emperor, golden eyes piercing his very existence. The Emperor's loyal Daleks were quick to act, screaming their classic phrase; "EXTERMINATE!".

A single Dalek shot a beam of energy at you, but you easily deflected the beam directly back into the Dalek's gun with precision. "I am the Bad Wolf," you declared, standing your ground, "I create myself! I take the words," you glanced up at the words BAD WOLF CORPORATION that rested on the higher wall, waving your hand over them as the letters spelling BAD WOLF came off the wall with ease and disappeared into thin air, "I scatter them...in Time and Space. A message, to lead myself here,".

The Doctor had fallen to the ground, momentarily paralysed with fear. "(Name)," he warned, "You've got to stop this. You've got the entire Vortex running through your head...you're gonna burn!".

Your head cocked downwards, glancing at the Doctor, pity swelling in your heart. "I want you safe," you spoke, kneeling down to cup his cheek, "My Doctor," you smiled momentarily before standing up and glaring at the Dalek Emperor on the screen, "Protected from the False God,".

"You cannot hurt me!" the Emperor declared, "I am immortal!".

Your eyes met the Dalek Emperor, the gold energies of the Time Vortex practically burning a hole into his soul. "You are tiny," you spat, "I can see the whole of time and space. Every single atom of your existence...and I divide them,".

Your hand shot out and a Dalek began to disintegrate into the same swirling, golden energy from the Vortex. "Everything must come to dust," you softly declare, tears streaming down your cheeks as your head began to dully ache, "All things. Everything must die. The Time War ends,".

The remaining Daleks in the control room began to crumble and disintegrate, fading into golden light as if they had never existed. The power overwhelmed your very being as the Dalek ships disintegrated. The Emperor was the last to die. He disintegrated along with his kin. The Emperor's angry cries echoed past your ears, akin to a fading sound as he died along with his insane kind.

"(Name), you've done it..." the Doctor breathed, glancing at you, "Now let go,". He spoke it with fear. He warned with fire. Implored, even.

Your tears glittered across your cheeks, highlighted by the vivid, golden energies glowing from behind you and dancing in your eyes. "How I can let go of this?" you uttered, "I bring life,". Somewhere near Floor 500, a deceased Captain Jack Harkness jolted back to life with a shocked gasp, now cursed with immortality. His fate was now set in stone.

"But this is wrong!" the Doctor snapped. Commanded, "You can't control life and death,".

You stood still, the vision of the younger you and that boy, Adric, with their glowing golden eyes and their warnings from out of time running through your mind. Messages from a paradox to lead yourself here. To this moment. "But I can," you corrected, voice distorted and filled to the brim with delirium, "The sun and the moon. The day and the night. Why do they hurt?".

"The power's going to kill you," The Doctor shouted. Mourned, "And it's my fault,". He glanced up at you, in all your omnipotency, with a mourning glance that painfully lingered.

Realisation flooded every sector of your body, a twisted, painful smile drawing itself onto your tear-stained cheeks, golden eyes crinkling. "I can see everything," you breathed, "All that is...all that was...all that ever could be...all the spoilers,".

The Doctor shot up, faster than lightning itself. "That's what I see..." the man you loved more than anything in this universe and the next breathed, happiness dawning on his features, "All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad, sweetheart?".

"My head," you feigned, voice wavering and lip wobbling, tears dripping down your cheeks, kissing the dried ones, raising a hand to grip the searing pain in your head. Wanting it to end. To be gone. Riddance. How you craved freedom, "It's killing me...".

"Come here, my sweet Impossible Person," the Doctor soothed in his Northern drawl, walking to stand in front of you. You stood in front of the TARDIS doors, glancing up/down at him, as the Doctor cupped your cheeks, "I think you need a Doctor." Your mind briefly irked at the memory of your first with the Doctor as he brought his lips to your own. 

You were eager to reciprocate the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. The golden energy transferred itself from your body into the Doctor's own. Your mind ached and you fell limp in the Doctor's arm, fainting. Overwhelmed. Tired. His eyes glowed gold before he exhaled the energy back into the TARDIS. Carrying you bridal style, he carried you into the TARDIS, doors closing behind him and the TARDIS beginning to materialise away. 

Chapter Text

012: hang ten

3rd Person POV

"Let him go," a voice coldly commanded from the doorway. Mickey Smith felt a sense of relief flood over him as he, Ricky, Jake and Mrs Moore glanced over at a shadowy figure in the doorway, leaning casually, half-slumped, "You got selective hearing now or something, Ricky? Let. Him. Go,".

"Boss," Ricky stiffly spoke, straightening up his seat, almost intimidated by the mysterious figure in the doorway "I thought you were infiltrating the Tyler residence this evening,".

The person scoffed, rolling their eyes beneath the shadow. "Change of plans," they said, dismissively waving their hand, "Gemini's left another message. Vans are back, and they're moving out of Battersea. Gemini's claims were true, Lumic's making a move. Pack it up, you lot, we're leaving,".

The trio of Preachers began to grab their weapons and pack up, as per their leader's instructions. "Wait!" Mickey yelped from the chair, catching the attention of the ringleader, "Just who the hell do you think you are? And what are you going to do with me?".

The figure stepped forward into the light, revealing you. (Name) (Last Name), smirking. "Good to see you too, Mickey," you greeted casually, "Ricky, meet parallel you. I'll explain later but if Mrs Moore saw the TARDIS a few hours ago and Mickey's here...that means I'm finally going to meet The Doctor. Took the sod long enough. A couple of centuries for him and a few hours for me, to-may-to, tom-mah-to,".

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It took a decent ten minutes of speeding and running red lights to get to the Tyler mansion. You reckoned the mansion was a hell of a lot better than the small two-bedroom apartment in the Doctor's universe. It felt like your heart was in your throat, nervousness clouding your mind. Would he still love you? What would you say? You were terrified of seeing The Doctor for the first time in real life but you brushed the thought away.

Cybermen. You hated the very creatures. The van was quickly planned as the memories flooded back into your head of the times you and the Doctor fought the Cybermen. The Cybermen of your universe were different to the last Cybermen you'd fought in the Doctor's universe. They looked more modern but it didn't mean they were as heartless. A heart of steel that matched their so-called age of steel. 

You pulled out a gun and began to shoot at the Cybermen. Exhilaration and nerves pulsing through your veins. "Get down!" you heard Ricky yell, racing towards the group that consisted of your universe's Pete Tyler, Rose Tyler and him. Your Doctor. He hadn't seen you yet but now wasn't a good time for a reunion. Mickey raced behind his doppelganger as your trainers brushed harshly against the green grass.

You, Ricky, Mickey, Jack and Mrs. Moore all joined the Doctor, Rose and Pete, guns primed and ready to fight. "Ricky, put that silly thing down," you scoffed, stepping forward, "Guns won't work on them. Believe me...I know,". 

"(Name)..." the Doctor breathed, you turned to glance up at him, smiling. 

"Not now," you said, "We'll talk when we get out of this,".

The Doctor nodded in mutual understanding. The lot of you, with Pete Tyler in tow, got to the van. Mrs Moore took the wheel, whilst Ricky slipped into the front passenger. You'd offered protection from Torchwood for all their families, and you never went back on their words. It was Jake sitting with Mickey and Rose and Pete, whilst you sat with The Doctor. It was an awkwardly silent drive, between you and The Doctor.

You all drove to Battersea Powerstation, seeing droves of people under mind control from the EarPods being utilised to convert people into Cybermen, and the plan was being discussed. You gave Pete and Rose some false EarPods as a part of the plan to sneak into the Powerstation, whilst Mickey and Jake, minus Ricky who had died in action, would go to the control room. Mrs Moore minded the van until you and The Doctor were ready to go in, as she respected that you needed time to talk to The Doctor.

"I'm not what you expected, am I?" you mused, leaning against the railing that kept you and The Doctor from falling into a black-like body of water below. You looked at the star-painted skies of night, twinkling away millions of miles away. That caught The Doctor's attention, his hand atop yours. You leaned into his touch, sighing in contentment, "Well, I'm a criminal in a derogatory sense. I'm a Torchwood agent who doubles as a leader for an anarchist group trying to take down a fascist regime. That doesn't hold a torch to a 900+ year old alien from Gallifrey who travels in time,".

The Doctor looks at you, holding you close. He turns so you two can face each other. His hands cup your cheeks, running his thumbs over your cheekbones. "You're not a criminal. You, my lovely, lovely (Name), are my Impossible Person, my longest companion and my partner," The Doctor softly speaks, "And you could...you could be a cleaner for all I care and I would not stop loving you. I cannot describe how amazing it is to be with you in real life, knowing you won't fade away and leave again. May...may I kiss you?".

You impishly grin up at him. "Sure, but make it quick," you spoke, beginning to lean forward to begin your first real-life kiss with The Doctor, "Because, my lovely Doctor, we have people to save, Cybermen to stop and an awful lot of running to do,". Then your lips met his, in a soft, sweet kiss filled with the right amount of passion and tenderness, longing mashed up into a loving kiss beneath the stars.